The Divine Hunter

Arzu, also known as Azulie.

Whether in the eyes of Coral, Triss, or Kalkstein, he is one of the greatest mages in the world.

"Arzu is a legend. He has left many indelible footprints in the history of northern human beings." Coral's bright eyes shone with a hint of adoration, "for example, he and his teacher Cosimo, who created the Out the witcher."

Vesemir's turbid eyes flashed with memories. The three-hundred-year-old guy had naturally seen the creator.

In his impression, he was a man with a unique temperament and convincing.

Too bad it only happened once.

"In addition, he invented and created many miraculous spells - the powerful defensive spell Arzu's Shield, the large-area attack spell that is comparable to the forbidden spell, Arzu's Thunderbolt, and the most famous summoning spell Arzu's Double Cross, which can Create the terrifying monster slobber..."

"The size of the saliva demon is even dozens of times larger than that of the dragon, and it can easily destroy a city."

Summoning spell, the drooling demon that destroys the city?

How does this sound more powerful than normal dragons in Skyrim?

Roy rubbed his chin and paid a little attention, after all, he mastered the summoning spell of Skyrim Province.

Arzu's double cross is so powerful, it will inevitably make his heart move.

"Are you serious?" Serrit frowned and said incredulously, "If you do this and control the drooling demon, wouldn't the whole world become his possession."

"According to the historical records of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, Arzu has his creed and persistence, and he is not keen on rights. He regards saving the common people as his ideal and ambition. There are traces of this." Coral shook his head,

"The original intention of their invention of the witcher was to save mankind from the poison of monsters."

A look of awe flashed across Rita's pretty face,

"There is another story to support, from the ninth century to the eleventh century, the Prince of Maripo and the Duke of Ellander fought an endless war for the throne of Temeria, because the two sides were evenly matched, the war spanned For two hundred years, the people of the two countries fell into protracted suffering."

"And in order to end this pain, Arzu cast the double cross summoning technique on the battlefield where the two sides were fighting fiercely, throwing the huge salivary demon into the battlefield, sweeping the army of Ellander, so Ellander had to raise his hand and surrender. ! Maripo has taken control of Vizima. The people are free from war!"

"That's right," Cohen added, "Kelda once told me that although the chivalry of the Griffin Sect was set by the Grand Master Elan at the beginning of the Sect's founding, the source of the sect is that of hunting demons. Alzu, the creator of man! Although he is a sorcerer, he experienced orthodox knight training at a young age and was nurtured by chivalry!"

"Don't think of Arzu as a saint..." The bald man put forward the opposite view, inexplicably unfavorable for Arzu, "I remember that he and his teacher Cosimo had gone through countless experiments in order to create the witcher. Cruel experiment, killing a lot of innocent people."

Coral nodded lightly in agreement, she has been deeply cultivating the field of mutant witchers, and naturally understands some inside stories, "According to the historical data I know - Arzu and Cosimo went to the testing grounds in many ancient castles, and when they were adults, Mutation experiments on humans. Kyle Siren is one of them."

"The experiment has been unsuccessful, and instead created a large number of victims. After the transformation of adults was proved to be infeasible, they turned their attention to children, and since then, real witchers have been created."

"Later Arzu and Cosimo gave up the witcher cult they created by themselves, and turned their energies into other fields."

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"Italan's ability to transform and summon mutant creatures is obviously inherited from his teacher Arzu. According to Roy's intention, Idaran appeared in Sintra Castle with the four great masters." Serrit analyzed, " So does this mean that the manipulator behind these five people is the creator of the witcher - Arzu!"

Everyone was breathless.

"It is not possible to rule out the possibility,

The Great Master is in awe of his creator," the owl nodded and broke the silence, "He used this to persuade the Four Great Masters to let them help him achieve a certain purpose! "

Cohen suddenly looked shocked, and said another strong evidence, "After Kyle Siren was destroyed by the great avalanche of the Dragon Mountains, Grandmaster Elan left Griffin Academy in despair, but he left behind " The Book of Shadows records his whereabouts."

"He's going to find the creator Arzu!"

"Obviously, he found his target," Oaks raised his voice, and the firelight illuminated his excited face, "and was moved by Arzu to join his new career!"

At this time, Roy thought,

"At the beginning, Geron Molluy mentioned that Ellen told him not to look for it. Now I think this 'search' has a different meaning."

"Elam devoted half his life to the Griffin Academy he built, and spent the rest of his time looking for the creator tirelessly, trying to persuade him to continue to contribute to mankind. He seems to have found his goal as he wished."

"Is this fate?"

"Elan should be the first to join." Kayan's hoarse voice sounded, "and then the great master of the wolf sect Aigar, the great master of the bear sect Anahad, and the snake sect's Ivar Evil Eye."

"Alzu and his disciples, Yidalan, are the core of the organization!"

The mood of the dozen or so witchers was indescribably complicated.

After some discussion, it was discovered that the enemy they were about to face was most likely their creator!

This name, all the old witchers are familiar with, and they are more afraid of them than the school master.

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"Everyone's analysis is not unreasonable!" Kalkstein stroked his beard, shook his head and smiled, with a hint of mockery in his smile, "But unfortunately, you have overlooked an important fact, and this kind of speculation is untenable!"

"What do you mean?" Escal asked in an angry voice.

"Alzu has been dead for more than a hundred years." The alchemist's words made all the witchers sluggish. "His death is quite ironic."

"More than two hundred years ago, in the endless war, he summoned the giant centipede saliva to help the Kingdom of Maribo seize the dominion of Vizima."

"But then, for some unknown reason, the tragedy that was comparable to a natural disaster reappeared. Arzu once again summoned giant centipedes in the city of Maripo to wreak havoc. Maribo, which was built on the basis of the ancient city of elves, was devastated by this terrifying giant. The monster has been destroyed in half, and there are still shocking ruins left in the city."

"And Arzu, in this chaos, ended his destiny." Kalkstein said with a pause, "He died at the mouth of his summons."

"I was born in Maripo," Triss turned pale, recalling some bad pasts, "Before I became a warlock, I heard a story when I was a child, and Arzu summoned a salivary demon and destroyed half of it. In Mali, Bo killed a large number of innocent people, and he himself was killed by the giant beast. My fellow villagers are still afraid of giant centipedes. And they hate Arzu very much in their hearts."

"What the hell happened to Maripo?"

Everyone present had a question in their minds.

Why did a powerful warlock who is now at the pinnacle of power suddenly attack innocent people.

"That's what Arzu really does," Kalkstein said bluntly, expressing his disgust at him. "He's such a contradictory, elusive person."

"Since Arzu is dead," everyone's heart sank, "what about his teacher, Cosimo, another witcher creator?"

"He died earlier!" The alchemist shook his head.

"Could it be that we are only facing Idalan and the four great masters?" Roy pondered, and if that was the case, he would be relieved.

"Everyone... the death of Cosimo is beyond doubt," Rita Nieder clenched her fists and softly retorted the alchemist's statement, "but there is something strange about Arzu's death..."

"Everyone in the Brotherhood of Warlocks said he was dead, and the people of Maripo thought he was dead. But no one ever saw his body."

"For a while in the past, I was obsessed with the transformation of the witcher. For this reason, I scoured the historical materials and found many rumored remains of Arzu's corpse, but they were all confirmed to be ordinary human skeletons, and there was no trace of magic left. ."

"I have a bold idea..." Wei Lan's eyes slowly swept across the silent crowd, "After Alzu summoned the drooling demon, he escaped from death. Instead, he started to combine the best 'work' created before...to realize a certain ideal and ambition."

"Many of the great masters of the witcher school, so the whereabouts of the first witchers are unknown! They are not dead, they are hiding!"

"Hey, Ms. Rita, can you give us some basic respect? Could it be that the sweetheart next to you is also a 'work'?" Oakes interrupted displeasedly.

"You're right?!" Rita Ned smiled proudly when she heard the words, puffing out her chest like a victorious queen, "He is a work that I sculpted by myself, and I will make him better and better!"

hiss--

Roy wanted to pull his arm out of her arms, but the sorceress glared at him and hugged him even tighter.

Everyone could not help shrinking their necks, and goosebumps appeared on their bodies.

And Triss quietly moved her face away.

"Their purpose is deeply hidden, and I guess it will never be accepted by most people. It is called deviant!" The sorceress continued.

"That's why they chose to act in secret. They haven't had much contact with the outside world for more than a hundred years, and even cut off contact with the Brotherhood of Warlocks. They frequently haunt the battlefield and run for the souls of the dead."

Hein Kawih, the mural that records the time, place, and death toll is proof!

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"We can't take it lightly," Vesemir knocked on the wall with his right fist, calling everyone's attention, "Maybe Arzu is standing behind the four great masters and Idaran who studies mutant creatures..."

"And Arzu! In my opinion, he is undoubtedly the most powerful mage in the world! We have to prepare for the worst!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The four grandmasters themselves are already exceedingly powerful in combat, plus Arzu, the strongest mage in the world who may be standing behind them.

Definitely quite a tough foe.

Everyone's faces were solemn.

The atmosphere in the laboratory seemed a little gloomy for a while.

"Hey, kid..." Lambert suddenly grabbed Roy's left shoulder, "Why don't you just ask them to surrender? The Brotherhood will also follow them to do a great job!"

"..."

In an instant, a dozen pairs of eyes filled with chills swept over,

"Uh, I'm joking, they dare to shoot at Roy... Where is there any room for negotiation!"

"They didn't hurt Triss, they didn't touch the Gawain House," Serret said. "This shows that our actions to develop the orphanage have nothing to do with them."

"That's right," Roy glanced at his companion's face, "They will only target me alone, and their target is only me!"

At this time, everyone's thoughts turned and they were thoughtful.

They all know that Roy hides some kind of secret, and he also uses this secret to improve at a terrifying speed and become stronger.

It's only been three years since I set foot on the Witcher Way.

But in a one-on-one battle not long ago, he defeated Leto.

If the means are not restricted, Roy is now the well-deserved number one fighting force in the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters.

Could it be that the four great masters and the organizations behind them are coveting the secrets of Roy?

...

"In order to prevent them from finding out, it will be inconvenient for me to show up at Gawain's House, Novigrad, or any conspicuous place in the future."

"In short, I must not let them find out that I have returned to this world!" Roy's eyes flashed with a cold light like a sword, and he grinned and showed his white teeth, "I must find out their base camp and find out their true purpose and intention, Then prescribe the right medicine and repay their 'favor' to me!"

"Especially Anahad, I have an account with him to settle!"

current situation.

The Witcher Brotherhood was in the dark, but the four great masters and the organization behind them were revealed to everyone.

It's an advantage for them, and they have a head start.

...

"Are you sure you won't go back?" Kayane lowered his head and sighed, "the little devils at home have been talking about where is Mr. Roy going for more than two months, so my ears are about to grow calluses. Understand, they miss you very much. , Monty, Arkhamtom, those four little devils have also passed the trial of green grass."

"The improved herbal decoction they use is quite safe and reliable. After a while, they should also go out to practice."

Roy was pleased with the smooth development of the organization, and became more and more determined, "When this matter is resolved, I will meet them myself, and now I will say that I am traveling across the sea."

"You already have a plan, kid?" The bald man turned his eyes to his disciple. Compared with two months ago, there were more changes in him, which made Lesuo feel a little pressure.

"In the currently known clues, the masters always show up when the war breaks out." Roy squeezed his fingers and cracked,

Circling around the crowd, everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on him,

"And the battle of Suoshan ended not long ago. Both the north and the south suffered heavy losses, and it is unlikely that a large-scale conflict will break out again in three or four years!"

"Is this your hunch?" Triss asked.

"Well, the current time is March 15, 1263. Within half a year, Nilfgaard will reach a peace agreement with Sintra. This northern war is officially over."

In fact, according to Roy's memory, Sintra was ceded to Nilfgaard after the North and South signed an armistice agreement.

This marked the end of the First Northern War.

"In peacetime, the four great masters will inevitably disappear," Roy grabbed from the void, and dozens of magical portraits flew to five copies of everyone's hands.

"This is the portrait of the four great masters and Yidalan painted by Shaan according to my interests. Everyone should pay more attention to the suspicious people near the Gawain's house."

"It's easy to do, it's better to hand the map to Gawain and Chapelle. Especially Chapelle, as a sheriff, he plays an important role in the headquarters of the Eternal Fire in Novigrad, and Eternal Fire has branches around the world. Ministry, if they can help us find it, I believe there will be news soon!" Oaks suggested,

"Bullshit!" Serrit shook his head disdainfully, with dread in his eyes, "What kind of idiot do you think of the great master! You forgot how Teacher Ivar showed us stealth and concealment techniques? They wanted to hide, who would look for them? Can you come out?"

"And the only one connected to Elan's fate, Geron Moru, has rested in peace. A book of shadows alone can't predict Elan's whereabouts!" Escal added,

"Searching with great fanfare," Leto nodded, "it will expose our whereabouts and arouse their vigilance!"

"Actually, I can help!" Triss licked her slender lips nervously, and volunteered, "Since Roy has returned safely. It's pointless for me to stay in Novigrad and try to recover my memory. already."

Roy moved his lips. He sacrificed his life to get Triss to Gawain's house. How could he easily let her go without turning her into a resident mage.

"I have to go back to the Royal Council in Vizima to meet Foltest and re-report to the Brotherhood of Warlocks by the way. Then, I want to stay in the Brotherhood of Warlocks and find out for you."

The flickering candles illuminated Triss' firm face, and the soft and waxy voice echoed in the laboratory,

"The whereabouts of the four great masters are secret, but Idalan loves to study mutant creatures, and is not a quiet person... I think I can find a way from him."

"Sister's idea!" Coral said with admiration. "There is more than one Yidalan in the fraternity who is interested in the field of mutant creatures. You should look for Yidalan's clues from other mutation experts."

"They may be communicating in private!"

Coral said, let go of Roy's hand, walked over to hold Triss's arm, and smiled at her, as if she and her were close sisters, "Between the investigation, you can come back at any time, the children love you very much. , and we had a great time working together.”

Rita was very satisfied with her performance. After two months of transformation, Triss didn't even dare to look at him, not to mention prying into the corner in front of her.

How nice to be nice.

"It's settled, I can't bear everyone!" Triss readily agreed, trying not to look at the person behind her.

He saved himself twice.

It's time to repay!

And the ten witchers looked optimistic, their eyes kept wandering around Roy and the two sorceresses.

The teasing eyes made Roy's scalp tingle.

"Please, little...Ms. Triss! Safety is the top priority, be sure to protect yourself!"

Roy reluctantly comforted, but did not dare to hold back and change the subject,

"Across the north and south, large-scale clashes and deaths are unlikely to recur in a short period of time. I plan to look around Soden, where there are still local battles."

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. The four great masters may appear in Soden." Roy turned and glanced at Coral. Last night, he had tried his best to convince the other party, "I will act alone..."

The strange-colored pupils glanced at Triss, who was rubbing the corners of her skirt, and her thoughts were out of her mind.

The last suffocating encounter at Sintra Castle gave him a huge warning.

With the blood of the ancients, he can come and go freely by himself, and he must not bring a fuel bottle.

"As for everyone..."

Lambert announced, "Chapelle and Gawain have nothing to do with them. Aiden and I were idle and bored, and just went to Kaedwen to inquire about the four masters and Idalan. Aiden is familiar with Kaedwen. Some."

"I'm going to Aden with Escal." Oaks was not far behind,

"The rest of the guys are optimistic about the home, and that's the biggest support for me."

"Boy, you're going to Soden," Vesemir's eyes flashed wisely, "I just happened to contact Geralt on the way to help each other."

"No wonder I didn't see him today, what is he doing in Soden?"

"Looking for my daughter." Lambert took over the conversation with a solemn expression. "A half month ago, Ms. Kelin Tilly pointed out the approximate location of Ciri, the daughter of destiny, to Geralt."

"The area of ​​Soden in the Yaruga River Basin. The aftermath of the Battle of Soden is still there, and there is still a small war there. This guy went to Soden alone to find Ciri, and he is worried that we will interfere with the connection of fate, life and death Get people to follow!"

Roy nodded.

But he remembered that there seemed to be a Druid Ring near Soden.

Is Geralt's old mother there?

"That's right, I'll drop by to find him!"

...

"Little devil, when are you leaving?" The bald man suddenly took out his hand, the space ring on his fingertips flickered, and a bottle of dwarf spirit appeared in his hand, "It's been a long time since we got together, let's have a few drinks and have a good chat! You What kind of place is Skyrim in the mouth, and what stories are there?"

Roy glanced at Coral, who was full of anticipation,

"Well, anyway, I plan to leave in two days..."

"By the way, I have a present for everyone."

He waved his hand to the empty space in front of him.

Immediately, a brand new enchanting platform appeared, with two filled soul stones.

"Coral, Kalkstein, um, Triss, this is the enchanting equipment from Skyrim for you!"

Coral suddenly smiled like a flower, her soft red lips were reprinted on his face, and her beautiful eyes were gazing at the complicated and mysterious enchanting tools from another world.

Triss' eyes filled with brilliance again and again.

"Lesso, Kayan, this is for you!"

The verdant and dazzling herbs piled up another platform,

"There are thirty-six kinds of special herbs in Skyrim Province. You can study the medicinal properties, develop new alchemy machines, or improve herbal decoctions!"

The two seemed to see a stunning beauty, breathing heavily.

"Kayan, here's your chance!" Lesso quipped, "Bring some seeds back to Evelyn, and think of a way to transplant them into the botanical garden!"

"Um!"

At the end, the table was piled up with hills of terrifying joints, delicate and hard scales.

Roy only took out a quarter of the stock and slowly released it later...

"What is this?" The Oaks Brothers, Lambert, Cohen and the rest locked their eyes.

"The bones and scales of a powerful magical beast..." Roy smiled at Vesemir, "See if you can turn them into magical weapons."

"What beast?" Vesemir's rough fingers stroked the smooth scales, and then flicked his fingers again, his voice was neither gold nor jade, and Amber pupils suddenly glowed.

"In Skyrim, those beasts are called dragons."

"Pfft!"

"Idiot! Give me five seconds to clean up!"

Oaks scrambled to wipe the splattered liquor on Lambert's face.

And Roy smiled and swept across the extremely surprised faces, and everyone's attention was attracted by the dragon!

"There's still a lot of time." Roy took a sip of the long-awaited wine, wrapped his arms around Coral's slender waist, and boldly slapped her face in the confused state of her slightly dazed, wrinkled nose and wide blue eyes. kissed. "The adventures of Skyrim are neither long nor short."

"Absolutely satisfy everyone's curiosity!"

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