God-level Demon Hunter

"Actually, long ago, every human race and primitive tribe had its own goddess of harvest, a guardian of farms and gardens, a witness of love and marriage. And belief in these goddesses ultimately funneled into Melitelli—her temples properly perform these functions."

The two walked into the garden of the temple, where many priestesses in gray dresses were busy picking turnips and feeding chickens.

Most priestesses are young, and some are still pre-grown children.Some of the lively priestesses smiled and nodded at the two of them. Even for the mutant witchers, they didn't have any strange eyes of the world, but pure curiosity and kindness, which made people feel relaxed and warm.

Roy couldn't help being a little stunned by these youthful and beautiful faces, and it was extremely rare for the witcher to show his toothy smile.

"The Temple of Meriteli has never lacked 'cute' priestesses. Every year, girls from all over the world flock here, and some students graduate from the temple school and go to other temples to serve as prophets, midwives, and physicians who heal children and women. Wandering missionaries, teachers, and some went to the countryside to work as herbalists."

"Their lives are so happy..."

Roy sincerely sighed that in this era, it is perfect for girls from ordinary families to be able to farm safely, learn characters, and master a skill to make a living.

Sister Nannik, the administrator of the temple, is truly an amazing person!

"Meriteli's shelter for vulnerable groups is unimaginable to ordinary people. Regardless of the north or the archipelago, most countries have more or less respect for the Temple of Meriteli."

"Then south?"

"After the new emperor ascended the throne in recent years, the Sun Cult, the state religion of Nilfgaard in the south, has become very popular, while other sects have limited influence."

"Leso, Roy?"

Suddenly a voice interrupted the demon hunter's narration. A 23-year-old priestess with a slender figure and a round face covered with tiny freckles came out from the temple. Roy,

"Sister Nannik is waiting for you two, please follow me."

"Good morning, Priest Aurora." Roy passed the demon hunter and walked forward to the priestess. He smelled a faint scent of chamomile wafting from the priestess' long hair. He smiled like an acquaintance .

"Have we met before?" The priestess stopped, and cast her puzzled eyes. Her eyes were black and bright, reminding Roy of a legendary creature—Nymph, her The posture and temperament are very similar.

A few years ago, after lifting the curse of the bloodthirsty demon bird in Vizima, Geralt went to the Temple of Elland to recuperate from his wounds, and ended up sleeping in bed with this girl unknowingly.

What a big stallion who is merciful and never responsible!

Roy complained in his heart, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Do you still remember Geralt who came from the outskirts of Vizima that spring and made you break the oath of tranquility?"

"Geralt from the outskirts of Vizima?"

The priestess was stunned for a moment, a trace of memory, sadness, and a touch of fear flashed in her bright eyes.She seemed to recall the days when she was dominated by the contradictory white-haired witcher.

……

The temple is surrounded by a circle of pure white candles, and there are holy goddess statues piled up in front of it, and several devout believers are praying to themselves.

"You are Roy..." A fat woman with gray hair and wearing a large red-brown dress came out of the side hall. She looked five or sixty years old, but Roy knew that her actual age was over a hundred years old. , White Wolf even regarded her as his mother.

Her eyes are kind and kind, making people feel that she is an elder worthy of closeness.

"Hello, Aunt Nannice. I'm Roy from Lower Aedirn." The boy bowed heavily towards her, and he always felt that she was a respectable "Mother" figure.

"You naughty child..." The officiant patted Roy's shoulder gently, "What did you say to Aurora just now to make her sad?"

"Actually, I just praised her for being beautiful."

"It's fine if you don't want to say it. But my child, the Temple of Melitelli has healed many patients, but it has never accepted demon hunter apprentices to undergo cruel, painful, and inhuman grass trials."

never?What price did Lei Suo pay?Is it really just Nannik returning him a favor?

"I have to confirm that you gave up the life of an ordinary person, gave up your fertility, and agreed to endure great pain to participate in the witcher trial out of your own will?" Her stern gaze swept across Lei Suo's face, "It's this guy who forced you to become his apprentice and inherit his mantle."

"Give up fertility?" At his age, he doesn't think this is a problem at all. With a template, he may be able to break through the limit in the future.

As for the pain, he was already mentally prepared.

"I am willing to participate in the Green Grass Trial..." Roy emphasized, "I followed Lei Suo for a few months and confirmed what I thought in my heart. I want to have enough power to kill evil and filth, protect family and friends, read it all The scenery of the world." His attitude was firm, his eyes were like stars, as if they were shining.

"Your ideal thrills will lead to misery and nightmares... running around will eventually leave you tired and homeless."

"Then I will accept it with open arms, and who knows what will happen in the future?"

Nannike regretted slightly, "You are as stubborn as your teacher. Should you say you are naive or ignorant? If you can get through this, I hope you will not regret it in the future."

"Regret? It doesn't exist!"

"Little ghost, remember your words, you have to be so stubborn after the trial begins!" Lei Suo suddenly shouted from the side.

"Don't worry." The young man patted his chest, "I, Roy, will die in pain even if I die in the temple and let the woman collect the body, I won't give up halfway!"

After speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, feeling weird.

After the two met the priest, they followed her out of the main hall and continued to head towards the interior. Along the way, the young man approached the demon hunter and asked curiously, "By the way, what kind of favor does Sister Nanike owe you? She deserves to make an exception."

"That happened more than 20 years ago, it was just a coincidence." There was no sadness or relief on the big man's face,

"Just because of favors?"

"Well, I won't hide it from you. In order to get her to help, I paid more than just favors. I also used the secrets of the Viper School...Nennik is an excellent pharmacist and alchemist. , viruses, and hormone-induced mutations are of great interest in the formulation and process."

"The secret of the witcher, the mutation formula?" Roy suddenly remembered something——

One day in the future, an organization called the Salamander Gang broke into the base of the wolf faction demon hunters, Kyle Morhen, and stole the school's mutation formula in an attempt to create an army of mutants in batches, and then kill the king and usurp the throne.But the ending ended in failure, so the value of the formula needless to say.

"The formula is not the foundation of the school, so just give it to them to study?"

"What the school lacks most is 'fresh blood'." Lei Suo said mockingly, "And the Viper Academy in Nilfgaard has completely declined. If new demon hunters cannot be trained, what's the use of saving formulas and waste paper? the difference?"

He looked at Roy with hope shining in his eyes,

"As long as you survive the trial, all the hard work is worth it! What's more, what I gave her was only a copy, and I still keep the original." He squeezed the badge on his neck heavily.

"Enough?" Roy focused on another point and licked his lips. He felt a little pressure. "Usually, how long does it take to get through a trial?"

"It varies from person to person. If your physique and willpower are strong enough, you are lucky, and you don't encounter any emergencies along the way, it will take about two or three months."

"A year and a half of unlucky time... more than two-thirds, and I will never wake up."

While talking, they came to a cave cut out of the rock wall.

The cave is wide and square, and the top is covered with crystals, and the crystals filter the harmful components of the sun, providing the right light for the herbal plants, allowing them to bloom luxuriantly and bloom with eye-popping brilliance.

"Tsk tsk, let me see what babies are there!"

Osmanthus fragrans with five-star leaves, Dense fungus growing densely in large pots, Sawtooth fern with dark arrow-shaped leaves, Plumeria moss with pinnate shape, Crow’s eye with glistening tubers, Rattail with tiger-striped petals Orchid, the best antidote dispensing large leaf vine...

Roy used his observations to scan one by one, and there were more than 200 kinds of herbal plants in total, filling in all the precious medicines that were lacking in the grass trial.

It's a pity that there are no beneficial herbs that can no longer increase his attributes.

"Roy, Leto... Let's take a look..." Nannik held the cloth in his lower abdomen and glanced at the dazzling array of plants, "Which herbs are needed. Find them and tell me."

"Nannick, ask me one more question." The witcher nodded and stopped her. "Did you mention that there is news about the sorcerer? If this child is going to undergo a mutation, accept the grass trial, and enter the stage of change, there is no spellcaster." Assisting from the side, the mutation will be extremely unstable, and many sequelae cannot be avoided."

"I remember, you have so many requests!" Nenneke exhaled and said helplessly, "I have already contacted a candidate, Kerak's royal advisor, who will come to me every few months to exchange herbs Learning experience... Calculating the time, we should arrive at the temple in two days, but there is no guarantee that she will be willing to help when the time comes."

The young man thought for a while, and he vaguely remembered that Kerak was a small country by the sea in the northwest of Brokiron Forest.

Who is the warlock there?

He has no impression.

There is a faint expectation in my heart.

Chapter 24 Swordplay and Dinner

From this day on, the witcher and Roy lived in the Temple of the Goddess Meritelli in Elland.

They were arranged in a clean and simple room, with two wooden beds covered with light yellow blankets, a desk and chair that are still durable for a certain age, an oil lamp, and a belt to cover the wooden window. Floral curtains.

Roy jumped onto the bed, crossed his hands behind his head, raised his right leg and opened the curtains, just in time to see the girl in the gray dress bending over to fertilize the vegetable garden in the temple.

"Leso, when do we start the trial?"

"Wait tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I hope that the royal advisor of Kerak will show kindness and help you!"

"So there's still time!" The young man rolled his eyes, folded the five fingers of his right hand, and suddenly made a movement of holding a sword and chopping the air, "Should you fulfill your promise today?"

"I knew you'd always been thinking about swordsmanship..." Lei Suo shook his head, squatted down suddenly, and fished out a brown wooden sword with his muscular arms under the bed. "Fortunately, I asked Nannik to prepare the tools."

Roy regained his energy now, and also found a training sword of the same style under his bed, and weighed it with his hands. It was much lighter than Guvihil, only about a pound, birch or poplar. production.

"Don't you teach short swords?" Roy remembered that the bald man was best at double-sword swordsmanship of the viper school, and he was not satisfied with wooden swords. "And why don't you just use Gu Weisier to train?"

"Learn long sword swordsmanship first," the demon hunter said coldly, "As for real sword training, you are not qualified enough to easily hurt yourself."

The two passed through several rooms along the way. Through an open door, the priestess could be seen treating patients. In another room, under the light yellow light, new children were reading books under the guidance of Aurora. Literacy.

Roy saw Ali and Ade in a blink of an eye...

The two little guys sat on the chairs solemnly, reading simple vocabulary with everyone shaking their heads.

The young man nodded, and followed the demon hunter to a remote corner of the temple courtyard, under a lush tung tree.

The burly witcher stood beside the boy, his amber eyes looked him up and down,

"I keep talking about swordsmanship, today I will help you! As a rookie, you must start training from the most basic movements. But don't underestimate them, any advanced swordsmanship is evolved from the basics."

The young man raised his eyebrows when he heard this. With the advantage of Gu Wesier, he also has several dead souls under his command... Why is he useless in the eyes of the demon hunters.

"You are not convinced? Come on, if you have the ability, hold the sword in your hand and slash at me!" The amber eyes of the bald man flashed disapproval, and he shook his wrist suddenly, dancing the training sword like a flower, provocatively, "Do you dare to try your hand?"

"Exactly what I want!"

Roy felt a rush of heat in his heart.

He straightened his body and naturally clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, but he saw that the big man had already assumed a strange posture, raising the training sword over his right shoulder with both hands, his knees were slightly bent, and his feet were in a T-step.With a serious expression and cold eyes, he suddenly looked like a knight carrying a spear, ready to charge him at any time.

Seeing this, Roy became ruthless, and simply took the initiative to strike first, stepped forward with his left foot, and stabbed the demon hunter's shoulder with the long sword on the right.

It's a pity that his action intention was too obvious, and the sword was easily blocked by the demon hunter with a slash in the middle. During the slash, the demon hunter leaned close to him, holding the long sword horizontally to the side of his face, forming a bull's horn Taking advantage of the trend, he took advantage of the opportunity to receive a thrust.

Roy had no time to react, and was stabbed in the chest.

Excruciating pain!

The young man took a step back to open the distance, and the demon hunter stepped to his side almost at the same time, and the long sword raised horizontally fell to the other waist and tilted upward.

The real blade of the long sword was facing Roy, the front toe was pointing at him, and the tip of the sword was pointing at his throat.

It made him think of the plow that plowed the ground, and he was the dirt that would be broken.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Roy finally realized the huge gap, and he didn't dare to attack rashly any more. He took small steps and circled around the demon hunter, watching for flaws.

The pace of the demon hunter's feet was very simple and efficient, and he could easily keep up with Roy's rotation, and the tip of the sword never left the vital position.

After turning around twice, Roy decided to change the method without finding any flaws. He cautiously held the sword in his right hand and made a feint at the opponent's waist, trying to trick the opponent into taking out the sword, and then launched a counterattack.

Unexpectedly, the demon hunter did not play cards according to common sense, and suddenly took a step forward, facing the direction of the long sword, using the strong sword body to support the wooden sword that the boy swung halfway, and at the same time, the figure-eight-shaped sword grid was accurately locked up.

With a twist and a flick, the weapon Roy was holding with one hand came out instantly!

The witcher smirked and slipped into his wide-open arms.

"Bang! Bang!"

Knee hit belly, sword hilt hit collarbone.

Roy wailed miserably and shook his body helplessly.

The pain gave birth to anger, his eyes were bloodshot suddenly, he picked up the wooden sword on the ground, abandoned all defenses, and swung wildly with the determination to hurt both sides.

"Hum—" the wooden sword collided twice, and the figures crossed.

With two red marks on his face, Roy let go of the wooden sword and fell back to the ground.

Close your eyes in despair.

No matter which direction he came from, what moves he used to attack or defend, they were full of flaws. In front of that weird posture, he was like an unarmed kid, with no power to fight back!

To be more precise, the neck was washed and sent to the witcher's sword automatically.

"Now you understand the importance of basics?" The demon hunter squatted down, patted his cheek, and grinned indifferently, "To tell you the truth, I have suppressed my speed and strength to the same level as yours. You're still vulnerable."

"Am I really that weak?" Roy expected a word of encouragement from the witcher, but he was disappointed.

"If you are a stupid soldier like you, if you fight with a sword in close quarters, you will die ten times in five seconds!"

The witcher kicked the boy's calf hard, and the latter was not pretentious, standing up straight like a carp.

"Do you still dare to get carried away?"

"Don't dare."

"Then stand firm for me!"

The demon hunters began to teach him the basics of the basics—the way of holding a sword.