God-level Demon Hunter

He started to recall again. Over the years, he has recalled countless times about his good life in the past.Once upon a time, he was well-clothed, well-fed, accompanied by beauties, and possessed a physique far beyond ordinary people, but because of a meddling demon hunter, everything was shattered.

The most ridiculous thing is that he was still grateful to the witcher at the beginning, and it was not until he was forced to leave home that he realized the cruelty of reality—sometimes, being an alien is more relaxed than ordinary people.

"I must have been enchanted by the witcher to listen to his nonsense. They must pay the price!"

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"Tap, tap, tap..." Suddenly, a burst of fine footsteps came from a distance.

Naviron suddenly held his breath, his body collapsed, and he did not move.

"Go away, go away, go away!"

He kept roaring in his heart, the heaven seemed to hear his prayer, the footsteps were getting softer and farther away, until they were completely inaudible.

He suddenly let go of his heart, which was about to pop out of his chest, and took another deep breath.

"Next time...the next time I have a chance to teach them a lesson..."

Thinking of this, he felt his back lighten up. With rustling noises, the garbage behind him was pushed away, and the cool wind brushed his ripped clothes.As if a bucket of ice water had been poured head-on in June, he suddenly felt a chill pouring from his head to his toes, and his body became extremely stiff.

"It was discovered...it's over..."

In desperation, Naviron simply buried his face in the sticky and smelly garbage dump.

At this time, a devilish chuckle sounded, and he felt a sharp and hard object sliding along his back, the skin seemed to be scratched, causing a slight tingling pain.

These two demon hunters were more ruthless than he imagined, "They are going to kill me."

Finally he was about to be freed from this hellish life—he closed his eyes and turned over in the garbage dump, pressed his left chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come on, come here Give me a sword to my heart."

"Please act faster and act more swiftly. Just give me the last mercy of this poor beggar."

"Is there something wrong with you!" Roy looked at the beggar in front of him in surprise, as if he was dying heroically.

The bald witcher also had a strange face.

"Who wants to kill you? We have no grievances with you. Why do you idiot let our horse go?"

Chapter 5 Goodbye Curse

Roy let go of Gowahir.

The beggar just snorted softly, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"You think I can't do anything if you don't tell me?"

Roy looked at the beggar, his eyes became deep, and then his brows raised high, and he fell into a state of trance.

"Navellen...the outskirts of Vizima...the Bandit Manor..."

How did he degenerate to such an extent that he was not even as good as an ordinary person.

He enters the story of another witcher.

"Naviron..."

"Witcher, do you know me?"

"Not only do I know you, I also know a white-haired witcher, Geralt of Rivia."

The beggar lying in the rubbish suddenly sat up straight from the ground when he heard the sound.

"What! Take me to see him quickly, this white-haired bastard ruined my happy life. And I have been looking for him for nine years!"

The beggar said through gritted teeth, as if Geralt were his sworn enemy.

"Then you must first tell us the reason for letting the horses go, and the source of your hatred. If I remember correctly, Geralt helped you..."

Roy was referring to a story from many years ago called True Blood,

"Help?" Naviron showed a wry smile on his wrinkled face. Although he was 36 or 60 years old, he had the vicissitudes of an old man in his [-]s or [-]s. The hardships of life had left too many traces on him.

"I thought so too at first, until later... As for why I let your horse go, it's very simple, because I hate that white-haired guy, so I hate all witchers!"

"I can see the doubt in your eyes. You also want to get to the bottom of it, just like that guy back then? I can satisfy your thirst for knowledge, but please take me to find him, Geralt of Rivia. "

"Tell your story, if you can." Roy actually knew what happened to him, but Leto didn't.

The beggar cleared his throat and couldn't wait to start talking, maybe he had been waiting in his heart for someone to listen to him.

His words were held back for a long time in their hearts, but ninety-nine out of ten people regarded them as fictional stories, and listened to the beginning at most.

And witchers are unquestionably patient listeners.

"Would you like the concise version or the detailed version...it seems that you want the latter, so I have to start from the beginning."

Naviron looked at the two concentrated demon hunters, leaning against the garbage dump, and slowly narrated.

"16 years ago, I lived with my grandfather and father in a luxurious manor in the northern suburbs of Vizima. Our family's ancestors have never produced any decent people, let alone nobles - my family got rich by robbing. "

"The elders often stopped passing merchants and ransacked them, and occasionally took their subordinates to the surrounding villages to collect some protection fees. They lived a prosperous life and accumulated considerable wealth."

"It's a pity that I was weak and sick since I was a child. I often coughed and had a runny nose. Because I was cowardly and shy, I was often bullied by the servants in the manor. They didn't dare to go too far when my father was alive. After the swordsman was slaughtered, the servants bullied me even more unscrupulously. And my grandfather was hit on the head by a meteor hammer since he was a child, so he is not very good, and he can't protect me."

Naviron's voice paused.

"One day, these evil servants took me to Myrt in Redania and ransacked a temple. The white-headed man later told me that the lion-faced spider was enshrined in the temple."

"These evil servants kidnapped a priestess, and then persuaded me to use her to solve my virginity. In this way, I became a man. When I showed my glory, the priestess spurned me and used vicious The language screams curses!"

"The general idea is that I am a monster in human skin, and I will eventually wear a monster's skin. Not long after, she was ashamed and angry, and committed suicide."

"I ran away. The next day when I got home, I woke up to find that the curse of the priestess had come true - I was a strong-bodied monster with the ugly head of a beast and sharp teeth and mouth."

"In anger and panic, I was dominated by animal nature, and I slaughtered the entire manor, and all those evil servants died."

Naviron smiled happily.

The faces of the demon hunters darkened. They thought of meeting Aaron, the leader of the sea scorpions not long ago.

Both Aaron and Naviron were cursed by the priests of the Temple of Omen.

"Then how can you regain your human form now?" Lei Suo asked.

"This is something later, please be patient."

Speaking of joy, Naviron's voice lost a trace of resentment.

"I lived alone in a huge manor, and I was confused for a long time. Can you imagine how scary it would be for a normal person to suddenly turn into a monster with a ferocious face and infinite strength?"

"Until one day I caught a 'thief' who was robbing my manor, and then I had a patient and enthusiastic chat with him."

"It turned out that he was a businessman. He learned that I had accumulated a huge amount of wealth in my manor, and that I was a 'good beast' who could communicate peacefully. In addition, during the communication with him, I suddenly thought of fairy tales. Can I use true love? To solve this weird state of mine?"

"So I offered to do business with him—he brought me young women, wine, food, and I paid him gold and jewels from my basement."

"This business has developed rapidly, and even the cobblers and shoemakers around have become regular customers."

"I have a lot of wealth, but my power should not be underestimated. Anyone who dares to offend me will die in my hands."

"And I'm immune to ailments, and I'm full of energy from morning till night."

Roy's face was strange. After seeing Aaron and Naviron, he now doubts whether the curse of the Temple of Omen is a punishment or a blessing?

In addition to becoming ugly and ferocious in appearance and losing their minds, the cursed have many advantages that ordinary people do not have, including far surpassing ordinary people's force.

So is there anyone in the witcher world who specializes in research—the path of power for the cursed?

"I've dated a total of—" Naviron snapped his fingers, his face full of pride, "five, five pure human girls. That was the happiest and most beautiful period of my life It's a pity that they all only stayed in my manor for one year, and then left with the dowry I gave them, and found an honest man to marry and have children."

"None of them is my true love, until the last girl - Verina, she suddenly came, and then she has been with me, admiring the roses of Nasser in the garden, dancing with me under the moonlight... she I don't have the greed of other girls, and I don't dislike my rude and ugly appearance at all. With her by my side, I also let go of the idea of ​​becoming a human being."

"I thought life would go on happily ever after. But here comes the old man."

Naviron covered his face with his hands and said in a low voice, "He persevered in telling me about the curse and how to lift it. After some unfriendly exchanges, he left my manor, but the next day He turned back again."

"Fight in the yard with my Verina."

His voice began to tremble, "At that time, I saw Verina's real body for the first time. She was a vampire."

The Vampire Banshee is an extremely dangerous low-level vampire, whose agility surpasses that of a Gorefiend.

Even for Lesso, it was tricky.

"Isn't that great?" Roy said solemnly, "Aren't vampires and humans in monster skins a perfect match?"

"But I was terrified at the time..." Naviron struggled while holding his head,

"It's a strange thing for a monster to be afraid of another monster."

"I don't know if I fell into the white-headed man's sorcery—I helped him kill Verina...by mistake. Verina's blood covered my whole body, and then I returned to my human form."

"At that moment, I regretted—she loved me..."

"But the big mistake has been made. I lost my lover and regained my human body."

Naviron choked out a sob.

The demon hunters looked stunned, because they had experienced it themselves, and they were sure of it, "True love and blood can break the curse."

"I didn't react at all at the time, but the witcher just walked away."

"After that, my nightmare began. I regained the body of the sick ghost before, and I no longer had the strength to protect the property of the manor. Soon another group of people took over my manor and property. I was forced to He fled and wandered all the way to the outskirts of Vizima, where he began a life of misery."

"I was weak and sick. I had no skills other than cheering up my robbing companions. I didn't know how to make a living. I gradually became a beggar. Even so, I was oppressed and bullied by my colleagues."

"I've lived an inhuman life, and I've thought about it for a long time..."

He raised his head and looked at the two demon hunters, a red light flashed in his eyes, "I realized that the culprit was that old man, Geralt of Rivia the demon hunter. Without him, Verina and I And lived happily ever after."

"Do you think I should hate him?! Should I hate the witcher?!"

Roy glanced at Reso, who was silent.

Geralt helped Navellen lift the curse, and killed the vampire. From the standpoint of the witcher, he did nothing wrong.

But it really destroyed Naviron's peaceful life.

What is right and wrong?Roy didn't want to judge.

But nothing could cover up the numerous crimes Naviron had committed during the robbery.

This guy just got what he deserved.

"How is your leg lame..." Roy pointed to his obviously twisted right leg,

"Another demon hunter named Berengar, he broke his leg when I made fun of him."

The young man was thoughtful, he seemed to have heard of this witcher somewhere.

"In Vizima?"

"This was two years ago..."

Roy nodded.

"Your experience is very strange, but all these evil consequences..." He emphasized his tone, "It's not your own fault!"

"Think of the days when you went about your crimes in the bandit's armor, the people you killed and the priestesses you insulted..."

"How miserable are you?" The young witcher shook his head, "Can you be more miserable than those innocent people who died under your hands?"

Naviron lowered his head, his face became ugly.

The other party pierced his innocent shell with a single word.

"But it was all persecuted by vicious servants. I am weak and can't resist at all!"

"What happened later brought me to where I am today," Naviron retorted, stretching his neck in the trash, "the white-haired witcher is to blame!"

"Now, come on, tell me the whereabouts of that bastard, I'm going to settle the score with him!"

"So what if you find Geralt?" Roy shook his head. "If you question him face to face, can you go back to your previous life?"

"Or, do you still want to put on the skin of a monster?"

Naviron licked his chapped lips, slightly panicked,

"You transferred all your resentment for the injustice of life to the witcher, but ignored your own mistakes! Look at what you have done these years. You only know how to complain, and you don't even care about being a beggar!"

"But I'm not a judge, I don't have the time to judge your past merits and demerits!"

Naviron's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, "You guys, what are you going to do to me?!"

"Let's talk about the matter now, you let go of our horses for no reason..." The boy's voice paused, and he exchanged glances with the bald man, "You must be punished!"