The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Yusevka laughed all of a sudden, she patted Zelin on the shoulder, "Then there is no more, every time, the dream is over here, there is no need to go on. But it's just a dream, right? People say that dreams and reality are the opposite, but you must never make such a joke with me, I really can't bear it."

"Of course, this will always be just a boring nightmare."

Yusevka leaned in Zelin's arms, and they stood by the side of the road in front of the castle, immersed in the warmth.

After a while, the doctor slowly opened his eyes.

"I found that I was so greedy."

"What's the matter?"

"I actually hope we will go on like this forever." She tucked the ends of her hair behind her ears. "But if this continues, you will be sleeping in the wilderness at night."

"Don't worry, I spend half of my life sleeping out in the wild."

"Okay, I won't keep you anymore." Yousefka smoothed out the place in front of Zelin that he had just folded. "Be safe on the road, go early and return early."

"You too, don't tire yourself."

Gently tapped the corner of the doctor's lips, the demon hunter walked to his mount, mounted his horse, and followed the fairly flat muddy path in the mountains to the floating port. Yusevka stood in front of the door, looking at the figure of the demon hunter until he completely disappeared behind the corner of the dense forest on the mountain road.

Just when the doctor turned and was about to return to the clinic to take a break, she suddenly heard a tentative inquiry coming from behind her.

"Your Excellency Yusevka?"

The doctor looked for his voice and turned his head, just in time to see Virginia looking at herself with a little nervousness.

"Ah, Miss Virginia, what's the matter?" the doctor blinked and asked. "There is no need to call me your lord."

"I, I want to learn something from you, and I want to chat with you..."

The mage girl looked a little confused, she didn't say why, but Yusevka responded with a gentle smile. "You don’t need to be so polite with me. Just call me Uther, or Joseph. Zelin often calls me like that. Come on, let’s not stand in such a cold place. Come to my clinic. Do you have any questions? You can ask me, if I know, I will tell you."

As for what Virginia wants to discuss with Yusevka, that is not something Zelin can know.

After leaving the castle, in the afternoon, he boarded a passenger ship heading to Loukma. On the steady river vessel, it was not until night fell that he could see the faint lights of the town of Loukma from the deck. The war between Kodwin and Aden turned the town on the south side of the upper reaches of the Ponta River into ruins, and today's Loukma is not so much a town as it is around the abandoned Kodwin army barracks. It’s just a dilapidated village.

No matter what people have gone through, wars, devastating magic, monsters in the dark, but life has to go on. The abandoned barracks guardrail can block the beasts and monsters at night, and at least can give people a sense of psychological security. Of course, many people chose to leave, so that there are only less than 30 families left in Loukma today. But in such a chaotic era, no place is willing to accept refugees, especially when they may still have infectious diseases and curses.

After Lukma rested for a while and rested in a deserted tavern for a night, Zelin found a ferry to cross the river, and after passing the checkpoint, arrived in the territory of Kodwin. For three consecutive days, the demon hunters spent time in the dense pine forest and the snow-covered wasteland. The mountains lying in the middle of the continent blocked the warm wind blowing from the coastline of Redania, while the cold wind on the northern dragon mountain range swept across the territory of Kodwin without any hindrance, making Kodwin still in April. As cold as winter. Compared with other places, Kodwin’s impression seems to stay forever in the snowy field with the cold wind, the wolves passing through the dry woodland, the knee-thick snow and the trucks stuck in the snow that are difficult to move forward. Brown bear hibernating in the bushes.

Perhaps it is this natural environment, which is different from other northern countries, that has created the bear-like character of the residents here, and the cunning like the winter fox.

Kyle Mohan is hidden in the mountains north of Kodwin, at the intersection of the Blue Mountains and the Dragon Mountains. This is supposed to be the most important pass, because from Kermohan across the Blue Mountains, you can reach the Hackland steppe where many nomadic tribes live, or turn to the south and enter the northern border of the Serekania Empire, but The harsh climate has become a natural guard, so that it is gradually forgotten by people, but this is also the biggest concealment of the Demon Hunter's Castle. Many people know that the Demon Hunter has a castle called Kyle Morhan, but apart from the Demon Hunter and a few warlocks, no one knows where Kyle Morhan is.

No one knows.

It should be like this.

"Is this the way to Kyle Morhan?" The professor stroked the bowstring of the crossbow, looking at the sky between two opposite cliffs in the distance. "The demon hunter didn't lie to us, it's good."

After the sun is slowly falling into the mountain, the last afterglow is passed through the gaps in the cliffs and spread on the cobblestone streams that are still covered by crushed ice.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" The professor pushed his glasses, reflecting a cold light. He yelled to the people around them with red scarves and worn-out cotton-padded clothes. People had Salamander gang tattoos on their arms and sleeves, and axes and machetes hung around their waists, but they were as listless as a group of refugees fleeing from the disaster. "When you get to the front, don't make a fire, don't walk around. Everyone obeys the order. When this task is completed, everyone will receive three hundred Oren rewards and three boxes of anesthetic powder! When you get to the front, you can all get one. A handful of anesthetic powder as a reward."

The salamander gang members who were dragging their weary pace seemed to cheer up a bit, not knowing whether it was the money promised by the professor, or because they could immediately enjoy anesthetic powder, or both. Watching the thugs of the Salamander Gang gradually speed up, the professor snorted coldly.

"Aza." He asked the dark-skinned magician beside him. "How long does it take to prepare for your summoning magic? Can you summon a monster that can destroy the city wall?"

"If that demon hunter didn't lie to us." Azhar shook the bottle in his hand, burped, and patted his stomach with his greasy fingers. "My monster can easily destroy those old walls, and then you just let your people rush in."

"Okay, then we will camp in the woodland near the castle." The professor carried the crossbow behind his back and smiled treacherously. I don't know if it is for the hunters, or for the helpers who are attracted by the huge rewards. "I will go to investigate near the castle. When your call is completed, we will start to get the secret recipe for the demon hunter to make mutants. The employer can't wait."

"Why is the employer so anxious?"

"I don't know." The professor sipped. "I just want money. And I don't understand why the employer should send another warlock to help."

As he said, the professor looked at the front of the team, a bald man with a red scarf and leather armor.

Zafra, a renegade warlock.

"Employers have their own considerations, everyone can do their own things." Aza snorted, raised his head, and drank the spirits in the bottle.

With a bang, the empty wine bottle was thrown on the ground and broke. Aza's leather boots stepped on the broken glass, slammed the glass into the soil, and walked towards the valley hidden by Kyle Morhan in the distance.

The first thousand five hundred and twenty-seven chapters of the setting sun of Kyle Morhan

In the sunset, migratory birds lined up in a herringbone pattern were flying to the south.

More than two weeks after Geralt was discovered in Kyle Morhan, Geralt was finally out of danger with the help of various magical healings, amulets, spells, and herbal potions from the hunter. Come out.

"It has been two weeks since they found you in the forest."

"I thank you very much, Triss, you saved my life."

The dim afterglow illuminates the castle, and Geralt, wearing a white shirt, and Triss, the sorcerer, are walking along the broken stone path in the courtyard of Kyle Morkhan.

"And you still can't think of anything?" Triss was wearing a simple light green riding outfit. The sleeves were cut above the elbows, the upper body collar was slit to the chest, and the slits were covered by nets. The checkered silk thread and a circle of diamond-shaped sapphires inlaid necklaces hide, where the pants should have been, turned into a green wool skirt. No one would doubt why the female warlock would wear such out-of-season clothes because it is very convenient. Action, and spells can provide a good insulation effect.

The loose mesh underwear covers the wrists and ankles through the sleeves and skirts, adding a different kind of charm to the skin outside the clothes. If someone saw her for the first time, they would doubt whether Triss had put a thin fishing net in her clothes. But in Kyle Mohan, no one would be surprised by this, because they all knew Triss was a female warlock, and the female warlock would naturally not be the kind of compliant woman. Generally speaking, in them, you can always see the trendy style that is at the forefront of the times.

"I don't remember anything. I can only recall some fragments." Geralt held his forehead and shook his head. "They are moving quickly, flashing, appearing and then disappearing."

"Don't force yourself, Geralt." Triss said. She and Geralt walked down the **** of the castle and entered the courtyard of the castle gate. "Anyway, at least you are still alive. I almost thought I would lose you completely. Up."

"Although I don't remember, Triss, there seems to be an indescribable sense of familiarity between us." A trace of confusion flashed in Geralt's eyes, and he rubbed his forehead. "I know, you are very important to me, not only saved me with magic."

"Oh, Geralt, we can talk about these things later." Triss smiled slightly, she lowered her head and raised her sideburns, seemingly happy that Geralt would say that. "Also, you can practice swords with your colleagues, but in the evening, you must...Oh!"

Suddenly, the flock of crows flying outside the city wall screamed, like a cloud of clouds, rushing straight into the sky, they flew into the sky, leaving only a black feather hovering in the air.

Triss patted her chest and sighed softly. "I hate crows."

"They are harmless." Geralt looked at the sky stained by the setting sun in the distance. He and Triss stood on the edge of the slope, looking at the courtyard in front of them.

In the courtyard, several demon hunters are practicing swords.

"Wrong! You made a parry error!" Vesemir's stern voice echoed in the courtyard, and in front of him, Lambert and Rennes stopped. Vesemir walked towards Rennes. "I keep repeating this! After a sharp turn, it is usually connected to a roundabout block, almost always!"

"I'm sorry, Vesemir." Ren spread his hand, his left hand finger was bandaged with gauze. "But the injury to my hand in the last training hasn't recovered yet. I feel it's too stupid to use this move to block."

"Yeah, your injuries have not yet recovered, but if you face monsters, they won't be merciful because your hands are injured." Vesemir criticized mercilessly like a monster. Before Kyle Morhan fell, he was the swordsman here, and he is also now. "Look at your block just now. There are many flaws. Lambert just hit your arm with the back of his sword. If he is an experienced swordsman, he can cut your neck."

"You still need to practice, Ren." Lambert grinned and retracted the sword into the scabbard, holding his hands in front of his chest. "You have no more experience than a hairy boy."

"Yes, Ren, your muscles still need to be practiced, your sword is not fast enough, and the moves have not yet been incorporated into your body memory." Vesemir stretched out a finger. "Next, let Eskell practice against you, remember all the swordsmanship moves, and don't make any more mistakes. Lambert, you go and sharpen those swords, then go outside and bring in the firewood you need tonight. "

Geralt and Triss walked into the courtyard together.