The Divine Hunter

Chapter 635
"Thousands of years have passed, and Ain Ayer is still walking on the wrong path, plundering as he pleases?!"

"Avalak, let's go, don't make the same mistakes again and again!"

The elf lady stopped the sorceress who was brewing spells beside her, her blue eyes turned to Ian Savigny of the Wild Hunt,

but saw him shaking his head,
"My poor compatriots oppressed by humans. I'm sorry, but it is my lifelong pursuit to bring the ancient blood back to Tirnalia. Besides, you don't know, the two worlds are already at stake. Only by doing this can we find a thread vitality."

"Now if you cooperate obediently and hand over Ciri and that child, I will immediately persuade Eredin to stop. You and the remaining demon hunters will survive, and it is not impossible for you to escape the disaster of annihilation with us!"

"Go away, liar, murderer!"

Ciri hugged the little aunt in her arms tightly, her eyes full of hatred,

"Take away all your disgusting skeleton knights! You are not welcome here!"

"It's really stubborn and stupid in the same strain. Your mother, Laura Doron, betrayed me and the race in the same way, and threw herself into the arms of human beings. In the end, she was deceived and played with, and ended up with no bones left."

"What's the matter? I don't know any Laura Doron. My mother's name is Pavetta!"

Avalak showed a friendly smile at the girl,

"The answer is very complicated, and I will explain it to you later. But there is an old saying in human beings, mistakes made will become valuable experience, and I will not let this mistake repeat itself!"

His tone turned cold and became like an order,

"Come here, Swift!"

"Go to hell, bastard!"

An ice-blue energy ball flew through the air and hit the floating Avalak, but it only disturbed the bangs on his forehead, and then faded away like a mud cow entering the sea.

Plop plop!
The spells of the four sorceresses came one after another, and the dazzling fire snakes, whistling winds, and invisible energy hands hit Avalak hard.

The majestic chaotic energy exploded in mid-air, like a splendid firework, but it only shattered an illusion like a reflection in the water.

There was a helpless sigh in the air,

"Stupid choice, but I will fulfill you!"

hoo hoo hoo!
A space door cracked in the air, and a group of wild hunting dogs jumped out, hissing and roaring, and rushed towards the sorceresses like sharp arrows.

Coral and Triss looked at each other, the magic amulets on their chests reflected colorful light, and a huge blue energy shield spread around them centered on them, covering all their companions.

Francesca's hand suddenly pointed forward, and a group of blue flames erupted around a running hound, and gravel and soil splashed in all directions.

The hound howled as it was set ablaze.

Yennefer uttered a spell aloud, the air trembled, a bolt of blue lightning fell, and then a hound rushing to the left turned into a toad covered in pus, cooing comically, Then he was trampled into a pulp by his companions rushing from behind!

……

But the spellcasting of the warlocks ends here.

The howling hound rushed in front of them, opened its bloody maw, and the frosty breath eroded the energy shield violently. In just an instant, the shield fell apart!

The cold air invaded, and the faces of the sorceresses were as pale as paper.

"Shirley, do you still remember the usual training, lend me your magic power!"

"kindness!"

Eleni also nodded with a smirk.

Ye Naifer held Ciri's little hand, feeling the magic power from the ancient blood, bit her lips tightly, and stretched out her finger again. Immediately, the roar of the three-headed hound turned into a crisp chirping.

Three colorful kingfishers fluttered their wings and were burned to ashes by Francesca's fireball!
……

tom!
The shield is broken!

Coral and Triss's shoulders trembled, a trace of blood spilled from their mouths and noses, and they quickly rubbed the rings and amulets. An invisible resistance field was like waves, sweeping towards the surroundings, knocking away the pounced hounds.

But a slippery fish rushed at them with a mouth full of jagged fangs.

It's too late to react!

Swah——

A dark golden light cut through the air!
Grim Sigurd let out a roar, and the great sword of dark gold that was raised above his head slammed down with thunder, and the hound was split in two along the waist.

"Ladies, don't worry!" Toussaint's champion knight stood in front of the women and children, lifted the "Y"-shaped mask, revealing sharp eyes, which were full of fighting spirit, and a group of white rose knights behind them quickly Surround the sorceresses, "I swear on the honor of the knights, I will keep you safe!"

He paused, turned to Ciri,

"By the way, little lady, how is Cassirer?"

The girl was stunned, and suddenly realized that Cassirer was the knight Roy said was protecting her?
"He... woo...he was killed by the Wild Hunt."

There was a hint of crying in her tone, with a painful expression and self-blame,
"Did he die with honor?"

Grimm asked in a low voice.

"He died valiantly as a true knight!"

Yennefer answered instead, her violet eyes shining with admiration and gratitude.

Grim closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

As he turned to the hounds and soldiers that flooded out of the portal.

The vigorous body suddenly jumped up, jumped into the barking dogs, and landed like a windmill spinning the sword of justice. The wings of the bird of prey on the helmet fluttered in the wind, and the blade as wide as a door panel was released in motion. With the whirring sound of piercing through the air, the unparalleled ancestral horcrux broke through frozen flesh and blood in an instant,
In an instant, more than three hounds were separated.

Slay the stuff of legend.

Grimm achieved a brilliant achievement that was unattainable in the first half of his life.

But the glory is often only a moment!

He put himself at risk!

He attracts most of the attention in the center of the field.

The cold breath from all directions stained his thick full body armor with hoarfrost.

His movement of swinging the sword slowed down in an instant, and his burgeoning fighting spirit also cooled down with the low temperature. He was drowsy, and his body was precariously supported by the giant sword.

Out of the corner of his eyes, there are cruel and desperate pictures.

A team of white rose knights guarding the sorceress fell down in a pool of blood covered in frost after a moment of fighting.

The hounds stepped on their bodies, biting and howling.

The body of a mortal is as fragile as glass, after all, it cannot be compared to the legend.

Do not!
As soon as Grim bit the tip of his tongue, the fishy sweetness and sharp pain aroused his spirit slightly, and then his pupils shrank.

A burly Wild Hunt soldier over two meters tall, shaking his horned helmet and wielding a two-handed warhammer, slammed straight at the top of his head.

In the direction of the hammer, there was a terrifying whirring sound in the air, which would undoubtedly break through all armor and defenses, and smash the flesh and blood into a pulp.

It's not over yet.

The heir of the Sigurd family must not die in such embarrassment!

A knight's life should be as brilliant as a flame!
Grim raised the sword of justice.

The dark gold sword blade was shining brightly in the sun, and there were faintly majestic and simple faces passing by on the sword.

A high-pitched and loud battle song began to echo in his mind.

The ancestral heroic spirit in the Horcrux, bless me!
Your descendants will also practice that path.

Let it burn!
Sword of Justice!

A raging flame spread upwards along the hilt of the giant sword, burning the entire body of the champion knight in an instant, his eyes turned into liquid flames, and he put on a crimson flame battle suit.

Among the limbs and bones, unprecedented powerful power surged up, and it also temporarily dispelled the bitter cold of Baishuang!
Cut forward!
boom!
The hammer and the sword clashed.

Jumping sparks outline a dazzling waterfall in mid-air.

The Wild Hunt soldier who was the first attacker was shaken by the huge force, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

As for Grimm, he was like a god descending from the heavens, unleashing several swords, slashing obliquely, slashing vertically, stepping forward, and marching forward. The center of the battlefield was filled with the light of flames jumping, roaring and mourning, and violent sword shadows.

The Wild Hunt soldier is like a big tree broken by a violent storm, constantly blocking and struggling to maintain balance.

Several hounds were affected by the flames and turned into ashes.

a moment.

Grimm raised the sword above his head and knocked the soldier away a few meters. He suddenly changed his posture, pinched the middle of the blade with his right hand, clamped the hilt under his armpit, and pointed the tip of the sword at the center of the rib-like breastplate of the Wild Hunt.

A solemn and solemn momentum pervaded the air.

In his hands, the sword of justice transformed into a knight's spear with a length of more than two meters.

Holding his long spear, he jumped forward, and a red flame horse condensed under him.

Fuzzy figures surrounded by flames floated behind him, and at the same time raised their spears and let out battle roars.

Scarlet cloaks and banners fluttered with the howling wind.

Justice and Courage!
Grim Sigurd, who abided by the way of chivalry all his life, finally shouted in his heart, and the memories of his past life quickly flashed in his mind,
In the end it all boils down to a belief.

Better than thousands of troops!

Horseshoes are like thunder.

Charge with the flaming golden knight!
Go ahead!

The spear of courage sent the warhammer flying, piercing Wild Hunt's chest, allowing him to bow his limbs on the spear, sing a sad song, and lead him across the battlefield!
charge!

A hound was reduced to ashes under the flames.

charge!

The Wild Hunt soldier who attacked Vulture and Aiden from behind was pierced by a spear.

charge!

The hoarfrost hitting Cohn's back was blocked.

charge!

The hounds that overwhelmed Vesemir turned into minced meat.

charge!

The golden knight's armor, hair, flesh and bones turned into fuel, burning with the flames, quickly becoming illusory and transparent.

He ran wildly in the battlefield where magic roar, sword light and hoarfrost criss-crossed.

The raised horseshoes left a path of flames in circles, and each of them hunted wildly under the spear.

Faces with gratified smiles were reflected in the knight's red pupils, and the heroic spirits of the Sigurd family opened their arms to him.

Cassirer, frozen into an ice sculpture, held out his hand to him.

In the end, Grim rode his horse and galloped to the side of the white-haired witcher. He glanced back at him, with a hearty smile on his fair-haired face.
"Ravis of Four Corners, you defeated me in the battle of Cintra, and the treasure of the Sigurd family is left to you."

The voice fell.

The smile froze on his face.

The whole person was completely burned, like a stone sculpture weathered for thousands of years, scattered into wisps of dust, and disappeared with the strong wind in the battlefield.

Bang!

The giant sword with a flashing dark golden light fell from mid-air and sank deeply into the ground.

"Who is this Your Excellency, he saved the old man's life!"

Eskar lifted the pale-faced Vesemir, and asked the white wolf in a trembling voice.

"A true knight."

Geralt wiped off the icicles on his bruised face, drew out the sword of justice,

The figure of the blond knight on the sword flashed away.

He rushed to the battlefield of blood, fire and hoarfrost again!

(End of this chapter)