The Divine Hunter Chapter 33: Change
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The city of Sintra.
The peaceful and prosperous scene of the past was shattered.
The town was in flames.
Thick smoke and ash spewed out from the narrow alleys in all directions, and the fire engulfed the tightly clustered huts and the corpses of the citizens, licking the outer walls of the houses.
The remaining thousand burly Skellige and Cintra soldiers wielded swords and battle axes to fight with Nilfgaard’s riders at the crack in the city wall.
In an attempt to block this huge gap with flesh and blood.
However, several days of continuous battlement battles had exhausted most of the defenders’ physical strength and energy, and they quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Countless war horses, wearing black horse ornaments fluttering in the wind, leaped into their fragile phalanx like demon spirits, and the riders’ sharp blades with cold light quickly cut off the heads of the defenders.
The attackers especially have the power to branch off a black torrent, bypass the defense line, and pour directly into the residences of citizens in the city. They kill all living creatures in front of them, steal all valuables, and then burn them with fire. All…
Not far behind the first line of defense is the alley entrance to the east.
The red-haired sorceress shot out a pale flame from her straightened fingers, making a whip-like sound that broke through the air, burning a Nilfgaardian who was committing violence until he rolled all over the ground, with his face, arms, and torso erupting. Terrible blisters.
The burning flesh and blood gave off a fishy burnt smell.
Roy rushed towards a black-armored soldier holding a spear in the corner of the alley. With one sword, he cut off the spear shaft and several fingers of the soldier holding the spear. He twisted and slashed with his toes.
The soldier covered a long wound in his neck and fell to his knees with blood gushing out.
“Let’s go, Xiaote, killing a few people won’t help!” Roy shook his wrist and shook off the blood beads on his sword. Looking around, he saw a dying woman spitting out blood from her internal organs lying in a nearby drainage ditch. She was on fire. There were also bodies of children hanging upside down from beams and wooden posts in the house.
“Cintra is over, it’s time to leave. Go to the castle, open the portal, and return to Vizima!”
“You have tried your best. If you don’t leave, you will never have a chance.”
“No!” Triss shook her head and screamed as she rushed forward, her red brown hair shaking in her mind. Her palms were sprayed with flames, and a pillar of fire that spanned the air knocked away a black-armored soldier who poured into the alley. She seemed to transform into the goddess of fire, shouting and attacking.
But more black-armored troops poured in, and the eyes under the flying-wing helmet glanced at the graceful sorceress, glistening with greed, like a jackal hungry for flesh and blood.
“Whoosh—”
A crossbow bolt whizzed past her ear, and the second one hit her thigh, and she felt weak all over.
Then, a warm embrace wrapped everything behind her, and she closed her eyes with tears in her eyes.
The witcher carried the sorceress on his back and shuttled through the alley at an alarming speed. He fired with a crossbow to kill the sparse black-armored troops blocking the road, temporarily saving the wailing refugees.
He finally grabbed a black horse, hugged the sorceress and the two rode towards the castle on the lonely cliff on the coast!
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Ester, King of Sintra, and Kratz of the Islands, led more than twenty defenders, fighting with the Nilfgaardians on the streets, fighting and retreating.
“Easter, let’s go back to Skellige together!” Kratz split the forehead of a Nilfgaardian with an axe, and the flying blood stained his cheeks and red beard. He looked out of the corner of his vision at the distant future. The occupied Sintra Castle, “Listen to me, save your life and settle accounts with them later!”
“We have done our best. It is a miracle that we have been able to hold off the Nilfgaardians for so long!”
“Death now will be in vain! Cintra’s noble bloodline and honor will be completely wiped out!”
Iss kicked the horse in the belly and cut off the head of a black-armored soldier with a sword. He turned around and looked around. The whole town was wailing in the fierce firelight and cruel slaughter.
The streets were filled with blood and corpses, including women and children, and the houses were in flames.
Not far away, a defensive line composed of a small group of townspeople armed with spears was easily broken through by Nilfgaard’s horsemen and chopped down from behind.
The screams and shouts of killing were endless.
He couldn’t help but his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was as hoarse as a rasp,
“With Sintra gone, what qualifications do I, the king, have to survive? I feel sorry for the people’s trust.”
“Think about Ciri and Calanthe. Are you going to leave them behind? You should at least go back to the castle and take a look!”
Kratz said and glanced at the men behind him.
Immediately, a dozen riders turned around and rode towards the half-moon-shaped port of Sintra. The Skelliges who stayed behind on the warship had already raised their sails and were ready to set off. They kept using their crossbows, arrows and axes to snipe at the black armored men who tried to board the ship. military.
“You are right, I will bear all the punishment!” East tugged on the horse’s reins and his expression turned firm, “My Calanthe, my Ciri, my children, they must live. !”
“Yu—” The horses quickly ran towards the Sintra Castle.
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On the other side, the city was filled with loud noises.
A tall Nilfgaardian knight with a black horse, a black cloak, and a huge helmet like a flapping bird of prey led a small team towards the castle.
A man with moist black eyes, a pointed nose, and thin lips, dressed as a flexible mercenary, but wearing a bright stone amulet around his neck. He has a ghostly figure, and the soles of his feet seem to be oiled, bypassing all small The scale of the conflict briefly floated into the air in front of the Sintra Castle and slipped through a second-floor window.
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Inside the castle.
Under the black beams of the hall, a long row of shields hangs on the wall. On the shields are the colorful family coats of arms of the Cintra nobles.
In front of the coat of arms, stood dozens of nobles from the Sintra royal family. They put on clothes so black that no impurities and unnecessary decorations could be seen. Both men and women were dressed solemnly and solemnly.
Some women hugged their husbands’ arms, their faces pale and trembling. Their young children were tugging at the hem of her skirts, with a hint of nervousness and confusion on their childish faces.
Some people covered their mouths from time to time, making vague and weak sobs in their throats, their shoulders shaking slightly, and their eyes red.
There are also people who hold their heads high and their chests high, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable expression on their faces, and the twinkling light in their eyes, which is called seeing death as if they are home.
Calanthe stood in front of the crowd, wearing a pure black dress, her cheeks were filled with sadness, and the depression in her green eyes made people breathless.
She wordlessly took out a small and exquisite glass bottle from the basket beside her. The liquid in it shone with a beautiful but dangerous green luster.
She solemnly handed the bottle to the first noble with a resolute face, then wrapped her thin and slender fingers tightly around the other person’s cold hand, and gave him a comforting look.
The latter nodded and retreated silently.
Coriel, a round-faced maid in an apron, accompanied Calanthe, doing the same job with a pale face.
Within a few minutes, every royal in the hall was given a bottle, including the children.
Then, the men took their wives and children and quickly returned to the castle room they had arranged, and the family lay close together on the bed.
The dignified and beautiful wife smiled tenderly at her husband, gently touched the child’s head, coaxed and drank the bottle of liquid for the child in a low voice.
Then, he hugged her tightly in his arms.
The wife is the second one. She kisses her husband goodbye, smiles on her face, and swallows the potion.
Finally it was the husband’s turn. He hugged his dearest people tightly in his arms with both hands, looked at their faces with slightly furrowed eyebrows, and resolutely picked up the green vial in his mouth.
“Gulu gulu.”
Drank the potion until there is no water left!
Although the war was raging outside, their expressions were extremely calm, with smiles on their lips, they gradually breathed their last breath and returned to the embrace of the goddess Freya.
The same scene was played out in dozens of rooms throughout Sintra Castle.
Calanthe and Collier took the last few bottles of potions in the basket and returned to the bedroom on the top floor of the castle.
……
“Where did grandpa go?” Shirley, who was wearing a silver-gray cloak and hood, grabbed her sleeves noisily again, her eyes widened, and she puffed her cheeks and shouted, “Didn’t we agree Let’s go to Novigrad together!”
“Your grandpa is fulfilling his responsibilities and obligations, the obligations that a king, a man, and a husband should fulfill.” Calanthe stood in front of the window on the top floor, staring at the thick smoke and the soaring fire outside, his emerald green eyes With tears in her eyes, “Now be obedient, Ciri, and leave with Master Geralt!”
“No!”
“Calanthe, I suggest you leave with us!” Geralt rubbed the teleportation crystal in his palm, his dark cat eyes shining with seriousness.
“Are you kidding?” Calanthe shook his head and smiled miserably, “My people are being slaughtered by the invaders, and my husband’s whereabouts are unknown, but I have to flee alone to the city of Novo, thousands of miles away, with the demon hunter Hiding together? Don’t insult me!”
Her body slightly leaned out of the window, and her eyes suddenly focused. On the other side of the suspension bridge of the moat, a group of Skellige men rode up, led by two familiar faces!
“You have other options…” Mossak stroked his chin beard and suddenly began to persuade, “I have discussed the worst case scenario with Kratz and King Bran in advance. The archipelago has made all arrangements. We look forward to your visit.”
“King Bran is willing to help you. As long as you are alive, the lost territory and the blood feud of the people can be considered in the long term.”
“It’s time to set off, the sailboats in the port are ready!”
Calanthe’s expression tightened upon hearing this.
The battle situation below the window sill suddenly changed. From the raging flames in the eastern town, a group of heavily armored knights, a total of twenty knights, happened to be on the narrow suspension bridge with the troops led by East and Kratz. Collision in the open space in front of me!
The black and blue cloaks swirled wildly in the torrent of steel, the swords struck the shields with a clang of gold and iron, and the war horses roared sharply.
“Mossack, hurry, save them!”
Geralt couldn’t help but come over and take a look.
“As you wish!” An emerald green light flashed across Mossak’s body, and a burst of pale smoke filled the room. A crow flew out, flew down the window, landed on the ground in front of the suspension bridge and returned to its human form.
Mossack raised his big hand with sudden veins, and danced the ancient staff behind him to a whirring sound. With his beard and hair flying, he jumped up and hit a Nilfgaardian heavy-armored knight on horseback with a stick. land! Headache and bleeding.
He simply jumped into the cavalry, stirring up a green whirlwind in the sky.
The heavy armored cavalry was instantly suppressed!
Calanthe breathed a sigh of relief.
Geralt’s eyes were solemn.
“Don’t run, Your Highness!”
Coliel suddenly screamed, but Shirley was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom door opened, and the bone-chilling wind blew in!
“Damn girl!” Calanthe’s face was distorted, she was holding her stomach and was about to vomit blood.
The round-faced maid chased after him.
The dark cat eyes of the witcher flashed with cold light as he poured into the castle corridor.
The little girl with short arms and short legs was no match for the witcher. She ran no more than a few dozen meters before Geralt lifted her dress up by her back like a chicken.
“Let go, Geralt! I want to pick up grandpa!” Ciri’s chubby face turned red, kicking and struggling like a puppy being teased by the back of its neck!
Coliel looked at her and shook her head helplessly.
“Naughty boy, you almost broke something big, you know? It’s time to have enough fun!” Geralt no longer hesitated, and rubbed the portal crystal with his left hand, and the magic aura surged.
Amidst the loud “bang”, a square door appeared in mid-air in the corridor, and swirling winds kept blowing out of it.
Geralt was about to throw Ciri directly into it.
An unusual blue light suddenly lit up on the opposite side of the corridor.
A figure appeared in the originally empty place. He had mean lips and black eyes full of violence. When he appeared, he released a spell and drew a blue flash, illuminating the unprepared area. of three people.
“Bang!”
Magic surges.
Geralt roared and fell back, Ciri fell beside him
The round-faced maid Coriel was directly blasted into the portal by this air bomb, and inexplicably became the first person to arrive at Gawain’s house.
……
“Hurry in!”
Geralt kicked Ciri’s little butt, and she fell down in front of the portal with an ouch, her mouth curled in grievance, and she was about to cry, just a little bit short of it.
“Bang!”
The man who suddenly appeared, his palm filled with flames, threw a fireball towards the demon hunter.
Geralt stood the silver sword upright in front of him, the blade split the flame into two, and the rest was offset by Helio’s sigil.
However, at this moment of delay, the portal summoned by the crystal had reached the time limit and suddenly disappeared into the air.
“Son of a bitch!” Geralt cursed in an extremely rare way, with murderous intent that could not be concealed in his pupils, and he quickly drew a black mask with his left hand!
Xili got the signal from his eyes and ran towards the darkness on the other side of the corridor.
The man’s sinister gaze swept over the girl’s back, and then over the white wolf. He seemed to understand something, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. A dazzling bolt of lightning drilled out of his hand, plowing a deep ditch on the ground and shooting towards the hunter. Devil.
Geralt rolled to the ground, but was grazed by the lightning, and Helio was shattered.
The silver sword swung in mid-air, and he bent down and sprinted along the zigzag sides of the corridor, rushing towards the mage.
The next second, spell light and sword light filled the entire corridor!
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“Shua—”
East blocked the long sword swung by the black-armored knight with his sword, and hit him on the forehead with the hilt of the sword. The knight fell off the black horse with a slight concussion. East’s car raised its front hooves and struck hard again. It fell hard and broke his ribs.
The king of Cintra scanned the battlefield with parallel eyes.
Our side already had an absolute advantage in the battle in front of the castle. The reinforcement of Mossak vividly explained to the Nilfgaardians what the wrath of nature is. A staff smashed the heads of at least seven or eight cavalrymen. Comparable to the most powerful warriors.
The remaining cavalry were slaughtered by the powerful Skellige axemen in exchange for their lives.
He looked up at the top of the castle, where his wife’s familiar and kind eyes were looking at him.
As their eyes met, endless comfort and warmth surged into their hearts.
East kicked the horse in the belly and rushed towards a cavalryman. He parried, slashed back, and hit the side of his head with the hilt of his sword, once, twice, three times…
“Whoosh—”
He heard a piercing sound coming from the side.
He raised his sword to block, but it was too late——
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“You will be shot to death by a crossbow…” Demon Hunter Roy said to him with a serious face. East originally thought that he had changed his destiny in Manada.
However, fate is waiting for me here.
My Calanthe, my Ciri, my child… Farewell.
The last thought flashed through East’s mind and he lost consciousness——
The king of Sintra, his left eye was pierced by a sudden arrow.
The horse fell heavily.
Falled in front of my lover’s eyes.
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“No! No!” In front of the window on the highest floor of the castle, Calanthe’s face was distorted and she let out a heart-rending howl. An indescribable and uncontrollable great sadness pinched her heart.
The melody called despair plays in my mind!
In an instant, the world in front of her turned gray, and everything seemed to come to a standstill.
There is only pain, only sadness.
At this moment, she forgot about the hatred between her country and her family, her naughty granddaughter and the child in her belly.
Like a zombie, she obeyed the crazy thoughts in her mind and stood on the window sill more than ten meters high. The cold sea breeze blew in her face, and the devastation of the city of Sintra faded before her eyes.
She opened her arms, fell forward in the air, and hugged her husband.
The sound of “whirring” wind passed by.
It was as if the world was making its final attempt to save her.
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“Pfft!”
Warm, soft, and slightly fishy.
Is this East’s embrace?
A pair of emerald green eyes opened.
In front of us are the blue sky and the sparkling water of the half-moon shaped port.
Everything around us is flying by at an incredible speed.
And underneath me is——
“Roar!”
Gulfen Gryphon let out a low cry, vibrating its huge gray-black wings across the sky,
Everyone under the castle opened their eyes in horror. ~IndoMTL.com~ The griffon circled gracefully in the sky and landed steadily on the ground below the castle.
It put down the queen, roared in farewell, flapped its wings and flew away!
Calanthe sat down on the blood-stained ground, with a dazed expression on his face as he was surrounded by a group of people from the archipelago.
“Am I still alive?”
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The witcher jumped off the horse with the star-eyed sorceress half-closed in his arms, and his eyes passed over the pale face of the king of Cintra and the empty eyes of the queen,
He shook his head sadly.
I have made it this far but still cannot change my fate.
Fortunately, Gorfen kept an eye on the situation in advance, otherwise…
“Calanthe, His Majesty East is no longer here. If you don’t think about it anymore, you will end his life, and there will be no point in him sacrificing his life to protect you.”