The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

(Note: The recommended background music for this chapter is "The Banks of the Sansretour" from The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt Soundtrack.)

This relatively rich continent is not safe, even for a prince.

A sudden plague can destroy an entire city, not to mention the monsters that come from the intersection of the celestial spheres, and the continuous wars.

This world with demon hunters, wizards, warlocks, and druids is very dangerous, especially for the descendants of the ancient blood.

The biggest danger comes from the Wild Hunt.

The Wild Hunt, a legend circulating on the continent.

The legend says that they are a group of undead from hell, driving a giant ship made of dead people's nails and riding skeleton horses from the sky.

The Wild Hunt will kill everyone and bring white frost that destroys the world.

In fact, the Wild Hunt is also a normal creature. The skeleton-style armor and frost magic make them look terrible.

Compared to the ordinary army of the Demon Hunter Continent, the Wild Hunt with powerful magic abilities is indeed more terrible.

Speaking of the Wild Hunt, we have to talk about the elves.

About 2,000 years ago, the elves came here from other worlds. They called themselves Ain Sidi. The elves landed on the Skellige Islands and then settled on the mainland, starting the thousand-year rule of the Elf Empire.

Ain Sidi is actually just a branch of the elves.

Another branch of the elves is called Ain El, living in an unknown world. The Wild Hunt is a special force of Ain El, with the ability to travel through the world and plunder people, treasures and resources from different worlds.

The elf prophet Laura Dolan is a member of the Ain El tribe, and the core ability of the Ancient Blood is to travel through the world.

But this beautiful elf prophet escaped for unknown reasons and came to the world of demon hunters.

For this reason, the Wild Hunt chased her, but Laura Dolan died, killed by conspiracy and racial hatred.

So the Wild Hunt, with hatred for humans, turned this world into its own hunting ground, plundering and trying to find all the awakened descendants of the Ancient Blood. They left behind their terrifying legends.

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Amavit knew what he was facing, and he was not afraid. Or rather, he is a little fearless now.

Because, in this life, he released the beast in his heart.

He has an inexplicable desire for fighting in this life. That desire even exceeds the fear of death.

In order to pursue his dream, he is willing to fight against the Wild Hunt, the entire elf race, and other powerful enemies in other worlds. He thought, that must be great!

For this goal, he has been studying hard, training, and becoming stronger since he was born.

As a result, the reputation of the intelligence of the Prince of Temeria began to spread in the noble circles of the northern countries.

At the age of 1, His Royal Highness communicated with others in an orderly manner, and asked the maids to recite the history of the kingdom and various narrative poems according to his requirements.

He began to learn to read and write at the age of 3. In more than a year, he learned to communicate and write in Common Language, Skellige, Old Language, Elryron, and Dryad Language, and even spoke Nilfgaard dialect in a decent manner.

He began to read independently at the age of 4, and especially loved reading the history of the continent and various countries and unofficial history secrets.

The 5-year-old prince begged His Majesty Geidema to ask the royal magic advisor to teach him the basics of magic, and he completed the first-year course of Aretuza College in just 3 months.

This matter alarmed the current dean of Aretuza College, Tissaia de Veris. Later, she became the magic teacher of the prince.

In just one year, Amavet made great progress in the two branches of energy magic and elemental magic.

He also gained his first ability point.

During this period, Dean Tissaia began to teach Fiona and Adela, Amavet's two sisters, with great enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, the two girls did not like the boring magic courses.

Aretuza College, located on the western coast of Temeria, is a warlock college exclusively for girls, and there is also a warlock college for boys in Kaedwen in the northeast, Ben Ade College.

Why did the dean of the women's college teach the prince?

One reason is that Elena, the royal magic advisor of Temeria, is a graduate of Aretuza, and Dean Tissaia got the news faster.

Second, the Aretuza Academy is located in Temeria, which is safe enough. For some reason, His Majesty Geidema will never allow Amavet to leave the country.

Third, Dean Tissaya has a special fate and cause and effect with the prince and the two princesses...

To put it simply, the queen was kidnapped when she was pregnant. The kidnapper was also a Temeria rebel, the bloody queen Falja. Falja tortured the queen mentally for ten days, and the queen went crazy.

Before Falja's rebellion was ended, she hid her newborn daughter and the twins born by the queen in the castle to avoid the death penalty.

This resulted in no one knowing which of the two girls was the king's offspring and which was the offspring of the traitor.

For this reason, King Geidema invited four powerful and knowledgeable warlocks, hoping to use magic to verify the child's bloodline. The leader of the four was Dean Tissaya de Veris of Aretuza. She met this gloomy little kid when Amavet was 3 months old.

So, naturally, Dean Tissaia became the prince's magic teacher until now. Every year, this elegant sorceress who likes to wear turquoise dresses will stay in Vizima for a month to teach the prince magic in person. She is very satisfied with this smart and self-disciplined student.

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Amavit’s trip this time was to Arethusa College. He has many magical questions that consultant Irina cannot answer.

In addition, he plans to conduct systematic study in the academy for a period of time to solidify the theoretical foundation of magic.

Finally, he is 17 years old and can verify his true combat power now.

Although he considers himself to be weak, whether it is magic or swordsmanship, he can only grow faster by participating in actual combat.

The learning machine showed his physical attributes, including strength, agility, constitution, perception, and spirit, but he did not find out how to obtain usable attribute points.

Until now, his [Free Attribute Points] are still 0.

Everything His Royal Highness the Prince masters now is obtained through study and training.

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Amavit gathered his thoughts on the black horse, and he could already see the town ahead.

The setting sun reflects the castle on the mound in the distance red, and the fields and woods reflected are filled with warm tones. The dirt road under the horseshoes is also a bit cute. That is today's destination, Dorian Town.

"Meerkat and Horse Tavern, the name is quite unique."

Amavit threw the reins to the guard, and he and Drina walked into the tavern.

There are no specific hotels in the Witcher world, they are all taverns. You can also sleep in smaller country pubs at night, but they only have benches, so you need to buy some food and drink first. Larger taverns in towns have rooms upstairs where you can pay to stay.

The tavern was bustling with people, and on the small stage a bard was playing the lute and singing a narrative poem; on the left, a few men who looked like mercenaries were competing with the dwarves in an arm-wrestling competition, and many drinkers around were patting the table to cheer; on the right, People on several tables seemed to be playing cards, and there were also people watching; there were some men and women flirting quietly in the corners.

The two came to the bar, where the bartender was wiping the endless wine glasses.

"Help open a big table for 6 people." Amavit flicked an Oren to the bartender, "This is a reward for you alone."

Because the current political environment in Temeria is relatively peaceful, the economy is good, and the country is strong, the current Oren currency value is very stable.

The time period of The Witcher 3 game is more than a hundred years later, during the Civil War, Temeria has been destroyed, and the currency value of Oren has collapsed horribly.

Of course Amavit would not let this happen. Although he did not want to be the king, this country had raised him for more than ten years. He intended to resolve Nilfgaard's problems before the First Civil War. The massacre of Sintra must not happen.

Emperor Emhyr Emrys was very powerful, but Nilfgaard was not monolithic. There are ways.

Drina discussed the table and food with the bartender, while Amavit leaned on the bar and listened to the bard's narrative poem while observing the drinkers.

In the future, when traveling everywhere, you need to quickly observe whether there is anyone suspicious. This depends on perception and experience. I don’t know how to improve perception at present, but experience can be accumulated through more observation.

Just when he saw a man in a brocade robe with a mustache putting his hand into the lapel of the waitress, something seemed to be going on on Drina's side.

The bartender bent over and smiled in apology. The two people at the table seemed to be drunk and unwilling to give in. Drina became impatient and wanted to make a move, so he turned to look at His Highness the Prince.

Amavit raised his hand and made a fist and pointed to the door, meaning "beat him up and throw him out", and then he stopped paying attention there.

He wanted to see how the escort girls in this world and in this era would deal with such tactful people.

As expected, after the woman let the mustache take advantage of her, the two continued to toast happily. They should have other activities in the evening.

The passage that the bard was singing was a fragment of the "Seven Years' War" between Redania and the five surrounding countries. Amavit had read the entire narrative poem. The poet's singing was okay, but it was not interesting. He turned back to read it. Drina.

Amidst the cheers of the surrounding drinkers, Drina had already pressed the head of the quarrelsome person on the plate with his left hand, and his right hand was just in time to catch the fist of the other person.

Drina raised his foot and kicked the person in the abdomen. He pulled the person in front of him away from the table by his hair with his left hand. He used his right uppercut to pull the person's face with his hair. He saw the nosebleeds coming down and there was only one opponent left. .

Amavit saw that the guard was enjoying himself and did not wait any longer. He waved to the bartender who was watching the fun and said: "Food for 6 people, pick up and serve. A glass of apple juice, 2 bottles of Nilfgaard cherry wine. Also count the broken items."

The bartender threw the towel over his shoulder and replied with a smile: "No problem, sir, do you need anything else?"

Amavit raised his eyebrows and glanced at the bartender: "Oh, you have good taste. Good stuff to take care of our horses. 4 rooms, one night. Send a whole can of milk to my room after dinner. Ask them for the rest."

"You complimented me, sir. I'll note it down. It'll be over soon. You can go and sit down." The bartender signaled that the fight was over and hurried over to clear the table.

The dinner tasted good, the potatoes were actually sliced ​​and grilled, and the grilled fish was of a particularly high quality, probably because Dorian City is located near the river.

When they were about to finish eating, a curly-haired man stood up among the mercenaries who had finished their arm wrestling. He staggered over and shouted to Drina: "Nice move, man. Let's have a drink."

Drina put down his glass and turned to face the curly man: "You're drunk, man."

"There are 6 of you in total, but none of you came to help when you started. This is not okay. Come and hang out with me. I, Aoli, will not treat my brothers badly. We have taken on a big job." said the mercenary who called himself Aoli. Then he would tap Drina on the shoulder.

He was definitely drunk. Anyone with a little bit of discernment could tell that the armors and weapons on Amavit's side were of the highest quality that mercenaries could not afford. It should also be obvious that Amavit was the leader, and Not Drina.

When Drina stood up, he moved out of the way: "I don't need any big work. Go back to your seat. You disturbed the young master's meal."

Auli missed the shot, and almost fell down because he was too drunk and couldn't stand still. He became angry and started swearing.

"Bah, another aristocratic young master who poses with a sword."

He pointed at Amavit and turned back to the other mercenaries and shouted: "Guys, did you see it? He is carrying two swords on his back. Hahaha, it's so funny."

The remaining four guards suddenly stood up. The other six mercenaries over there also patted the table and stood up. The atmosphere was a bit tense.

"You, a brat with two swords, only dare to hide behind your uncle and drink apple juice?" He made himself quite excited, threw the wine glass and shouted: "Stand up and face me!"

The guards put their hands on the hilts of their swords and prepared to take action. Drina also raised his two-handed sword and looked at His Highness the Prince.

Now it can no longer be solved with fists, even if this Aoli doesn't know the identity of the prince.

Amavit actually wanted to finish his meal and go back to his room to read a book. It was too noisy here.

But now...

He put down his fork and drank the apple juice.

"Okay, now that you've started..." He pointed at the mercenaries: "All of you, grab your weapons and let's have a fight at the door."

After the prince finished speaking, he walked towards the front door of the tavern.

The guards followed behind to prevent the mercenaries from attacking from behind, and walked out of the front door of the tavern.

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