God-level Demon Hunter

"Snapped--"

As soon as the words were finished, the long sword with its sheath swung horizontally, hitting Naviron's side face heavily, knocking him unconscious in the stinking garbage heap.

"Let's go, Leto, and see if we can get your 'old buddy' back!"

"I thought you'd break his other leg," Lesso said half-truthfully, "so he might get more money."

"I didn't let him lose money, I have shown mercy..."

Roy looked back at the miserable man in the garbage dump, and couldn't help but lamented that good luck made people,

Being a monster is more rewarding than being a human.

What kind of world is this!

Chapter 6 Vizima

Back at the inn, the witcher tried to track down the lost black horse along the stables, but unfortunately failed.

However, according to their thoughts, this place is not far from Vizima City, and the horses missing here are likely to be sold to horse dealers in the city by others.

"Why don't you go to the city and look for it?" Roy was quite distressed, "That old guy spent a lot of money."

"Alright," the witcher agreed, "By the way, empty your 'bag' and replenish some supplies."

……

Roy led the horse along the trail in the suburbs, looking to his left hand was the vast and boundless Lake Vizima.

And the Temeria River runs right north of them.

Temeria's capital, Vizima City, is located on a huge island in the north of the lake.It is surrounded by water and connected to the land along the coast by four long bridges.

The goal of the witcher is the long bridge to the east, which connects the trade area.

From a long distance, you can see the shadowy buildings in the city through the long bridge, and the tallest one is located at the end of the field of vision, in the northwest of the island.

"Castle Foltest."

The castle's origins are somewhat ironic.

Because earlier, Foltest's biological daughter, the vampire demon bird Adda White, occupied his headquarters, and Foltest was forced to start anew and built this fortress in the city.

Years later, when the Nilfgaardian Empire breached the gates of Vizima, the fortress became Emperor Emhyr's wartime residence.

"I don't know how the blood-sucking demon bird is recovering now?"

Speaking of Adda White, Roy couldn't help but sigh.

The legend of Vizima is also a poor man.

Born by Foltest and his sister, she ate meat and drank blood in the form of a monster, and was dominated by bloodthirsty instincts for 14 years. Even though Geralt lifted the curse and restored her human form, it has only been five years since she was able to How much humanity is restored?

How did the king arrange her?

Before Roy had time to think about it, he followed the witcher onto the long bridge.

On the long bridge, merchant carriages come and go, and there are crowded people everywhere, but the unique image of the two demon hunters makes ordinary people around spontaneously stay away.

But the strangest thing was that the guard at the city gate just looked at the witcher curiously, and let him go after a few Vizima rules.

Let the worries of the two be in vain.

"The guard's eyes just now, why do I feel a little gloating?"

Lesso shrugged, "Why bother so much. Let's leave as soon as we finish."

Brick and tile buildings are densely lined up on both sides of the long and narrow street behind the city gate, and pots of colorful flowers are placed in front of the windows of these houses.

Most of the residents walking around the streets are well-dressed, not the common cheap linen clothes, but high-end fur and silk.

They moved neither slowly nor fast, and many of them were wealthy and fair-skinned, obviously not the shabby and thin appearance of the lower class people.

"It seems that the people living in the trade zone are rich people..."

The closer to the center of the trade zone, the cleaner it is. The ground is covered with clean cobblestones. Surrounded by exquisitely decorated houses, there is a noisy trade market where businessmen from all over the world gather.

After dismissing a few self-recommended guides, Roy and Lesso walked in.

……

"The gentlemen are selling horses?"

Seeing the situation, a short man with a mischievous eyebrow came up to him.Before the two could answer, he stretched out his hand and opened Gray Mavelt's lips to check its teeth.

With a crisp sound of "thump", Wilt's big white teeth suddenly bit forward viciously, scaring the short man to withdraw his hand in a hurry.

"Your horse is so lively!" The short man exclaimed, staring at Wilt with more interest.

Roy patted Wilt on the head reassuringly, "If you encourage his master to sell him, he will naturally be angry. I don't know how to sell horses, but I want to 'buy one'."

"That's even better!" The short man smiled happily, "Whether it's ordinary or high-quality products, those who pull goods, those who pull people, or those who participate in competitions, our Qiunong Racecourse has everything you need, and we guarantee to satisfy you!"

"Please follow me to two guests, McCawkins is at your service!"

……

The three passed through the center of the commercial market all the way, and Roy was surprised to find that most of the merchants in the market were not selling ordinary things, but luxury goods such as jewelry, gold and silver jewelry, out-of-print books, expensive furs, and spices.

McCawkins explained on the side, "This is the first time you have come to Vizima City. The residents in the trading area are all Vizima's social elites, nobles, wealthy businessmen, warlocks, including our municipal administrator Virelad They also make their home here. They are rich people, and the market here is mainly for them."

"If you two want to buy some ordinary daily necessities, you have to go to the temple area to have a look."

"Oh..." Roy asked curiously, "Listen to you, there are two completely different classes living in the temple area and the trade area?"

"That's right, we 'poor' and high-class people who trade horses."

"I've always been curious, whose temple does the temple in the name of the temple area refer to?"

"Of course it's the Great Temple of the Holy Rabiuda." McCawkins looked to the west with awe shining on his face.

"The Prophet Lebioda was selfless and generous, and his followers also established a St. Lebioda Hospital in the temple area, receiving and treating poor people in the city who couldn't see the disease at a very low price or free of charge. "

Isn't it somewhat similar to the Temple of Melitelli?

The short man said bewitchingly, "I heard that the accents of the two are foreigners. If you have the opportunity, you must pay homage to the local Rebioda and feel his greatness."

Roy shrugged noncommittally, he didn't want to be the second witcher brainwashed by Rebiuda.

"If you believe in the Prophet devoutly, then I think I can give a discount to the parishioner on behalf of the Chunon Horse Farm."

McCaukins said unwillingly.

"Did you make a mistake in persuading demon hunters to believe in religion? Stop talking nonsense, what other forces are there in the temple area?"

"Alas...there is also the headquarters of the White Rose Knights, and a small assembly hall of the Eternal Flame."

The three of them talked and came to the horse trade ground in the northeast corner of the trade area.

At a glance, there are only five or six horse dealers in the racecourse at this time, leading two or three listless horses, but the horses at the Qiunong horse farm are the most uniform, with a total of twenty horses, and they are all shiny and well-groomed. And the temperament is obviously higher than those scattered horses.

But unfortunately, the two searched around, but the black old horse that Lei Suo lost did not exist, and then the incomparable pain surged.

The little man said again,

"The two of you are quite lucky, just in time for a batch of new Yunda horses, if it's half a day later, there may only be some ordinary goods left."

"Speaking of which, business is good."

"As one of the largest ports in the north, Vizima naturally sells high-quality horses, but..."

McCawkins didn't know what to think of when he heard the words, and smiled wryly.

"The two of you should choose the horse first."

Lesso carefully checked the eyes, ears, teeth, body shape, and muscle lines of the horses one by one, and then selected a white mare.

And Wilt rubbed the head of the white-haired mare affectionately without waiting for the owner's order, his eyes glowed and he screamed excitedly, as if he had already recognized him as his companion.

"Wilter, you're only three years old, so you're already in heat?" Roy patted the brown horse's neck amusedly,

"It's not surprising, there are horses with different owners..." Lesso muttered aside, "In Ireland, it's Evelyn's and Rita Need's, but Yanfu's Not shallow, do you miss them?"

Roy raised his thin and shallow brows at the witcher, "I remember that you haven't found a woman for a long time. This is because you are very angry and need to vent your anger?"

"Sorry..." At this moment, McCawkins suddenly interrupted their conversation with guilt, "What do you two think of this dark horse? I can't sell the other one."

"What's going on, didn't you agree to choose randomly?"

McCawkins stroked the back of the white horse silently, with a look of regret on his face.

"It is true that a distinguished guest has already reserved this white horse." He took a deep breath, "Although you two are outsiders, you should have heard of it more or less, our Majesty the King of Vizima, Forte Let me tell you about the deeds of Sterle's daughter."

Roy suddenly asked, "You mean Princess Adda, she is the honored guest you mentioned?"

"That's right, it's the princess who is deeply loved by the king. Every month or so, she will come to the racecourse to take a white horse from us..."

"It is basically a convention that this horse is provided by our Qiunong family."

Roy asked suspiciously, "For more than a month, why did Princess Adda need horses so frequently?"

Then he thought maliciously, "This is a mare, and it can't be used for anything else."

"Well," McCawkins complained, "maybe the princess hasn't fully recovered from the last accident...Anyway, no matter how good a horse is, it won't last long in her hands."

"So, the princess hasn't given up her previous habit of drinking blood?"

Roy thought to himself, but they couldn't compete with the princess of a country for a horse, so they gave up the white horse without hesitation, reached a deal with the short man, and bought another black horse at a favorable price.

To clean up the water ghosts and evil ghosts, the reward for half a month of hard work is gone.

After completing the formalities, before parting, McCaukins also solemnly warned the two of them, "Happy transaction, and I will give you a proposal for free. If you meet Princess Adda in Vizima City, the white-haired Beautiful woman, don't be disrespectful in your words, it's best to hide if you can."

"Otherwise, if there is any point in words and deeds that makes the princess feel uncomfortable, the two of you may be in great trouble."

"So arrogant?"

But if you can't provoke it, you can always hide it.

The two of them didn't want to cause more trouble, Roy led the brown horse, and Lei Suo quickly left the racecourse with the newly acquired black horse.

However, before they reached the city gate, a group of about ten soldiers suddenly blocked their way.

With sharp swords on their waists, they said to the two demon hunters in a deep voice with no expression on their faces, "My lord mayor, please stay for a while."

"I'm sorry, but now is the busiest time for business," Roy recalled the gloating expressions of the soldiers at the gate of the city. Such a grand occasion must be a difficult problem. "The witcher's schedule has been scheduled for a year later. .There is no extra time to accept any commissions. But you can make an appointment to register and wait for a year."

"Then please put aside other commissions first..." The soldier's eyelids twitched, and he said seriously, "Master Verelad has issued a death order, if you don't invite the two of you, then you can't do without Vizima .”

Chapter 7 The Mayor's Request

"The prison is still for you..."

As soon as the demon hunter finished speaking, the leading soldier drew out his sword silently, and a group of colleagues around him also grinned grinningly and raised all standard long swords to close the encirclement inward, compressing the two demon hunters step by step. range of activities.

The absolute numerical advantage made them feel that the demon hunter would never resist.

And the two demon hunters in the encirclement looked at each other,

"The journey along the way... is really deceiving! I've had enough!"

The young witcher cursed,

The next moment, the soldier who was facing his back suddenly felt his eyes go dizzy, and the target jumped back lightly like electricity, and the hilt of the sword slammed into the soldier's abdomen backwards.A sharp pain hit, and the soldier fell to the ground without any reaction at all.

The soldier around him belatedly swung his sword at the witcher, but he easily dodged it, and then turned around lightly, and the sheathed sword slammed into the soldier's face.

"Too fast..." This was the last thought that flashed in my mind, and the No.2 soldier fell to the ground without saying a word.

The entire street exploded in an instant, someone screamed, and the passing pedestrians began to scramble and crawl away from the battle circle.

The soldiers glanced at their fallen colleagues in horror, then tightened their bodies, grasped the blade, and stabbed towards the center.

Then, Gu Weixier crossed the air, and let out bursts of joyful chants, the sword refracted light, and even the sun was eclipsed.

The two demon hunters didn't see any fancy movements, they just danced a few times like ghosts among the soldiers, and danced irregularly with the hilt and scabbard in their hands.

In less than five seconds, a group of soldiers scattered like a colony of ants scorched by boiling water.

And six of them had already fallen to the ground, some of them were wailing heart-piercingly according to the parts of their bodies, and some of them passed out directly, but their slightly undulating chests spoke of their lives that had not faded.

Seeing that the soldiers had retreated, the two demon hunters did not attack again, but stood back to back and maintained a state of vigilance, each defending one side.

They held swords in both hands and swung them flexibly in the air a few times, bringing out rainbow-like horses.