The Divine Hunter

Chapter 558: Battle of Stiga Fort

Chapter 558 The decisive battle at Fort Stiga

"The Son of the Ancient Bloodline!"

Dark hall.

The words of the four Wigfoorts were loud and loud.

Lydia, who was lying on the sofa, gave a dreadful look and looked at the expressionless witcher in shock.

Weigofotezi has painstakingly laid out for decades, and the treasure that he cannot ask for is actually flowing in such a mutant?

"You have the unpredictable power of the ancient blood..." The four men looked at the demon hunter and pierced through a period of time. "They have a lot of relationship with Xili and Geralt. In order to protect her, they chose to oppose Riens... "

"So you have helped Sintra behind Ciri? The future glimpsed through the ability of insight, warns them of Nilfgard's invasion."

"Causing Sintra to hunt down spies in the city, request support from Foltest, contact the druids of the Skellig Islands in advance to jointly disperse the sea storm, and set up an ambush in the Manada Valley..."

"It's you, the magician did not kill the five warlocks of Nilfgard!"

"It's you, in the Battle of Sintra, attacked Marshal Mennon Kuhorn!"

"You almost broke my plan!"

The warlock's eyes are piercing.

Roy took a deep breath secretly.

The fingers on the back waist trembled.

Only relying on a few pictures sent by Lydia, she turned her actions upside down.

deserves to be Wigo.

He shook his head and chuckled, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I can't see through your heart or pry into your destiny. This weird ability to cover up is one of the most remarkable features of the blood of the ancients!"

"It's useless if you deny it!"

"This is a miracle..." Weigofortes praised again, "According to the information I have found from ancient books and documents, the blood of the ancients only flows on the line of the Sintra lioness Karanse and her ancestors."

"Then sir," Roy interrupted suddenly, "Why don't you take a shot at Carrance or Pavita, but choose Ciri."

This is the question he has always had in his heart.

Since Carrance, Pavita and Xili have ancient blood in their bodies.

Why did this warlock stare at Xili blindly, and in the beginning, gave Pavita to Enhill as his wife?

……

"It's very simple. The blood concentration of Carrance and Pavita is not as good as that of Xili. I am afraid that this little guy has an ancestral phenomenon, and the blood concentration of the ancients has increased abnormally."

"And she is the most suitable age now, she has never given birth."

"The first embryo conceived in her belly will inherit the purest ancient blood! This is my goal."

Roy's heart is chilling.

Weige’s voice changed,

"And you, a little-known demon hunter, freed from these three bloodlines, but gained great power."

"how did you do it?"

His expression is fanatical and full of desire, indulging in his own rhythm.

"As long as you tell me the answer, I will give you everything you want!"

"Right, money, beauty, power..."

Roy smiled, once a man tempted him like this.

Then he was expelled and stayed away from him for ten years.

"As I said, it's all due to the blood of the sun."

"Demon hunter, don't be too greedy."

"You want to keep Xili safe." Weigo paced slowly, the iron rod in his hand juggling like a flexible rotation, as if doing a warm-up activity, "If your method helps me realize the grand plan, she won't be hurt!"

"After all, the strength gap between us is as great as Tianyuan. Once a war starts, you will inevitably lose your life." His words were confident and arrogant.

"You help me get the blood of the ancients. We work together to control the world as if you are trying to get something."

"No, not only the current world, but other worlds, we can start this journey of another world side by side!"

"The strongest mage matches the strongest witcher."

"Did you feel it?" Wigo said excitedly with a bright arc of his mouth. "What a glorious prospect this is!"

……

"Sorry, I refuse." Roy looked at the mage with deep fear and contempt.

"Why are your eyes strange? Did you snoop into the secret of the castle, my laboratory?"

Roy defaults.

Weige circled around him suddenly, and persuaded him earnestly, "Roy, you should know that people are naturally divided into three, six or nine classes."

"A person with power can not only control his own destiny, but also control the life and death of others."

"This is the unchanging truth of thousands of worlds."

"The women in my laboratory, of course, are weak and pitiful, and many died, but their sacrifices allowed me to successfully establish a method for extracting ancient blood."

"They died with extraordinary significance!"

Wiegofotez's tone was full of what it should be.

"You, as the son of the ancient blood, don't let the flood of sympathy affect your ambition and will."

"This argument sounds reasonable." Roy nodded and shook his head. "Unfortunately, there is one crucial thing missing."

"What is it?" The four warlocks raised their eyebrows and leaned forward slightly, revealing a listening gesture.

"Human nature." Roy looked directly at the mage with his left hand, his fingers creaked, "Weigofotez, do you think you are a god? Why do you deprive an unrelated person of the right to survive? Put an innocent woman. We caught them and used compulsive methods to let them conceive offspring, hurt and torture them... just to establish your cruel theory! You have gone crazy!"

Weige was not angry, but smiled slightly, with a mocking smile on his face, "I heard that right? You, a wandering mutant, talk to me, a master of magic, a member of the wizarding society, and discussing human nature."

"What a noble virtue."

"What happened in Novigrad, hasn't you seen the reality clearly yet?!"

"You talk about human nature to those ordinary people."

"They see you as a scourge, and use spit, prejudice, to insult you!"

"In that case, why don't you fulfill them?"

"Fuck humanity!"

"This is just an excuse for my weakness!"

"Son of the ancient bloodline, you shouldn't be bound by it. Life is a chess game. Since you are qualified to be a chess player, you should be fully committed and don't be swayed by foreign objects." The four warlocks surrounded Roy and were already far away. He was so close that he almost stepped into the cordon. He held the iron rod in one hand, and reached out towards the Demon Hunter with the other hand.

"Join me, let go of your hands and feet, and do a great cause with me that shocked the world!"

"Don’t worry, you are not a virgin, or even a woman. Naturally, you can’t provide me with embryos. The theories I’ve worked **** have no effect on you, and I won’t hurt you."

……

"Weigofots, your suggestion is very tempting." Roy covered his face and took a deep breath and said sincerely, his heart moved and hesitated without concealing it.

If he first met in this world, it was not Resso, but Wigo.

Under the guidance of this powerful, arrogant and extremely egoic mage, he may embark on a completely different path.

But at the moment, it’s not an option.

"But I refuse."

"why?"

"Because I have friends, relatives, and people I love. Love is the bottom line of human nature, but you let me throw it away?"

"I'm worried, once I lose the bottom line, I won't be able to look back." Roy's tone was faintly struggling.

"Ahha? I understand now, you are too young and naive! Can't recognize reality!" The mage stared at the demon hunter on the sofa, his tone is unquestionable, "You need a life mentor to guide you."

"I'm here, how?"

Four eyes face each other.

A pair of dark eyes are full of ambition and desire.

A pair of heterochromatic pupils ignited flames, with ample fighting spirit as nourishment!

The yellow fortress, strong wind blowing!

The sparks in the fireplace crackle.

A wriggling, jumping, scary shadow like a devil is projected on the wall!

A huge octopus without friends jumped out from under the feet of six people near the sofa.

Hulala—

Wield endless, elastic, blood-colored arms and feet with contracted suction cups.

The four wizards surrounding Roy maintained a confident look on their faces, and they were caught in blood cocoons off guard.

"唰—"

The air is torn apart.

A scarlet sword light swept across the air.

The four figures under the blood cocoon split into two instantly.

But not a drop of blood splattered.

Only the shattering and disillusionment of "Bo Bo Bo Bo". The four Wigfoorts seemed to be punctured bubbles, reflected in the disturbed water.

turned into nothingness.

The four figures are all false and real illusions.

The demon hunter's heart sank, five fingers were drawn continuously, the golden and black magic shield enveloped his body, and the kaleidoscope of Arden's halo flowed under his feet. He clenched his sword and stood in the middle of the hall. Search all around.

Empty walls, fires, candlesticks, sofas, dining tables.

Lydia is seriously injured and unable to move.

But there is no him.

"Haha, Roy, why don't you listen to me?"

Wiggfortz’s teasing voice came from all sides of the hall, echoing endlessly.

As if he has countless clones, he is everywhere.

"Do you think you can chop vegetables and melons to kill the elven warlock, kill Lins, you can kill me?"

"You know, here and now, in my Stiga Castle, your behavior is sailing against the current, peeing against the wind... Now, peeing toward a tornado."

"I will awaken you with compassion."

"Let you recognize the gap clearly, and I have also seen and insight, where is your blood of ancient times?"

The sound of thunder burst, and then several dazzling flashes illuminate the whole hall, like a thunder snake flying through the air!

The sofa looked like a canoe overturned by a storm and hit the wall heavily and turned upside down.

Sorceress Lydia was buried inside, and she snorted and stopped moving.

And Roy's body guard shield fell apart in an instant.

Lightning flint, before he was completely paralyzed, he pulled the trigger.

Swish——

The bowstring vibrates.

The crossbow crossed the air, sparks splashed everywhere, and a dark alloy iron rod swept through the air like a gust of lightning and disappeared.

But it shoots the crossbow arrow into the air accurately.

At the same time, the demon hunter who was smoking his body disappeared from the center of the thunderstorm and appeared at the top of the stairs.

The posture is like a strong bow, and Alondette, who is holding with both hands, is held to the side of his face by him, like an arrow from the string!

The tip of the sword aimed at a vague figure at the entrance of the stairs.

A **** halo of ever-changing blood hovered behind him, like a scarlet python, with a thick torso curled in front of him along the sword.

Weigofotezi held an iron rod in his right hand from a short distance, and made a simple gesture with his left hand, with roaring flames in his hand.

The majestic magic power surged along with it.

The overwhelming flames burst in front of Roy.

The flame dragon swallowed him whole.

"boom!"

The huge explosion sounded through the hall, and the dust and debris on the ceiling fell down.

Roy's body seemed to be hit by a siege hammer. He flew out and hit the stone wall of the hall. A large cobweb-like crack appeared on the granite, and the oil painting of "First Landing" crashed to the ground!

The hall was filled with pungent smoke.

He slipped to the ground weakly, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his chapped lips.

Quick limbs, and the skin all over his body is charred and red, and white smoke appears as if it has been cooked.

In the template, the health value has been shockingly reduced by two-thirds.

But the witcher finally found the real body of the wizard.

The eyes turn.

The gem mark instantly hangs on Vigo's body.

"Oh!" The figure standing at the top of the stairs shook his head, and grabbed a sizzling lightning ball with his left hand. "Roy, what did I say before, I have analyzed you."

"And you don't know anything about my strength...in the entire north, I have been in the north for more than 30 years and have not encountered an opponent."

"That's why I said, this world is boring."

"In fact, I have three hundred and fifty-five kinds of spells, and there are tens of thousands of combinations that will kill you."

"There are so many means, so you can't survive, and you can't die!"

"Why can't you cooperate obediently, but you have to suffer?!"

"Well…"

The witcher snorted, and his body slammed to the side, avoiding the electric ball.

The arc splashed against the wall and splashed his leather armor on his back, shaking his body.

Activate!

A warm warmth suddenly poured out of the limbs.

The dried up vitality is instantly full.

The scorched and red skin is visibly restored to its original state!

"Tsk!"

Wego praised.

Five-fingered demon hunter.

The pitch-black Koran Pufayin quickly solidified, and an illusion that looked exactly like him jumped out of the torrent of magic power and stood in front of him.

"boom!"

However, the clone was too late to take over the crossbow.

The ground vibrates under the feet amid the roar.

Weige's hands released colorful rays of light, fireballs, lightning, and strong winds, intertwined into a neon light circle that continuously rotates end to end, surging.

Flooded the phantom, shattered like glass!

A huge black shadow followed closely, carrying the magic hard and shattering the aperture.

The armored black dragon swayed the spurs and ferocious conical tail, and the column supporting the ceiling was torn apart.

The ground is like soil plowed by a hoe, turned over, broken, and full of pits.

Furniture, decoration, dust, crystal lamps on the ceiling, and the gust of wind stirred by dragon wings, overturned, and fell.

The dragon's head flared in the blood bowl.

The demon hunter charged with a sword, his black hair was scorched by the flames, large blisters on his face were intertwined with black blood vessels, the bone-like blades made a high-pitched sound like a war song, and the pupils of different colors were firmly locked to the mage standing proudly at the entrance of the stairs.

Take a deep breath——

"Vols!"

Sound wave cleansing!

The beams were broken, the walls were trembling, and the window glass was broken and pouring.

Mage seems to be hit by Dragon Roar.

The smile in his eyes converges.

The expression of was in a trance for an instant.

This trance.

The black dragon has already rushed forward.

Shocking!

The witcher’s pupils reflect the boundless blood,

A raging **** ocean appeared in the void.

The tentacles that connect the sky and the earth shred the sea surface, and the octopus, which is full of jagged, suckers and waving thousands of tentacles, jumped out of the sea.

Zizi.

The air in the hall glowed with viscous blood.

The octopus entangled Wigofortes.

Shrink, squeeze!

"boom!"

The corridor was knocked out of a big hole in the shape of a dark dragon.

Blade into the flesh.

Alondite penetrated with the tentacles and nailed him to the stone steps behind him.

And the Demon Hunter grabbed Guweihir with his left hand.

A **** sword aura in the shape of a half moon was split horizontally.

Blood light illuminates the entire hall.

The blood cocoon is divided into two.

The stone steps were chopped into a terrifying crack.

But the messy demon hunter has no joy in his heart, like falling into an ice cave!

No experience tips!

The mark disappeared suddenly!

He is short.

is preparing to scroll past the floor.

Then a huge magical energy frightened his body.

Pale, festering arms that were so dense that they numb the scalp came out of the air around him, like a dead spirit crawling out of hell, and wrapped the demon hunter's thigh with a groaning cry.

"boom!"

There was a wind in the back of his head.

Roy tried his best to deflect his body, but he still couldn't escape this swift shot.

A sharp pain in his face.

He fell head-on on the stone ladder,

Broken bridge of nose, brain humming.

The body slipped down.

And the wizard who appeared ghostly behind him, the six-foot iron rod in his hand swung with amazing agility.

"Boom boom boom!"

The whirlwind of sticks and the dragonflies all around.

A crisp sound of bone fracture echoed in the hall.

The mage knocked off the demon hunter's limbs, turned his palm, and the invisible magic turned him in a circle.

He lay there, his face seemed to have opened a dyeing workshop, red and blue...extremely miserable.

He gasped heavily, like a fish that had been out of the water for too long and was about to suffocate.

"Roy, my good friend,"

Weigofotezi wrapped his arms around his chest, admiring this scene condescendingly, with a trace of regret in his eyes,

"This is all your hole cards? It's a pity, it's too far. Your combat experience is still too scarce, you can't even tell the true from the false, although my original spell is better than ordinary spells."

His tone is full of regret and concern, and he looks like he can't bear the suffering of juniors.

"Have you enough suffering?"

"Have you fully realized in the pain of the body?"

"I admit, I admire you because of your vision among the demon hunters, the noble blood you carry, and the fighting power of your age. They are not inferior to me. I see another self from you."

"But my patience with you is limited. If you are still stubborn!"

"You will disappear from the list of equal cooperation and become an experimental subject without personal freedom."

"Guru..."

The witcher's heterochromatic pupils stared at him.

A forgotten acorn was sent to his mouth along the space.

Roy's throat squirmed, making an imperceptible swallowing motion.

The forgotten acorn slips into the belly.

Surging to the extreme vitality instantly enveloped his severely injured and disabled body!

Crazy green flashes on the template.

You used Forgotten Acorns to eat.

Constitution reached 25 points, immune to toxicity, and strengthened.

Physique: 25→30