The Divine Hunter

   Chapter 635 Knights Charge

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

   "Avalak, leave, don't make mistakes again and again!"

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

   saw him shaking his head,

"My poor fellow oppressed by humans. I'm sorry, but it's my lifelong pursuit to bring the blood of the ancients back to Tirnalia. What's more, you don't know, both worlds are at stake. Only by doing this can we find a silver lining. vitality."

   "Now if you cooperate obediently and hand over Ciri and that child, I will immediately persuade Eredin to stop. You and the rest of the witchers will survive, and it is not impossible for us to escape the catastrophe!"

   "Go away, liar, murderer!"

  Ciri hugged the little aunt in her arms with hatred in her eyes,

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

   "It's really stubborn and stupid in the same line. Your mother Laura Dolan also betrayed me and my race and threw herself into the arms of human beings. As a result, she was deceived and played with, and she ended up with no bones."

   "What's going on? I don't know any Laura Dolan, my mother's name is Pavetta!"

  Avalak showed a friendly smile to the girl,

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

   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 suspended Avalak, but it only ruffled the bangs on his forehead, and it faded like a mud cow entering the sea.

   Plop plop!

  The spells of the four sorceresses followed one after another, and the dazzling fire snake, the whistling wind, and the invisible hand of energy hit Avarak 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.

   A helpless sigh came from the air,

   "Stupid choice, but I'll make it up to you!"

   hoo hoo hoo!

   A space door split open in mid-air, and a group of wild hunting dogs leaped out, hissing and roaring, and pounced on the sorceresses like sharp arrows.

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

   Francesca's hand suddenly pointed forward, and a azure-blue flame burst out around the rushing hound, and gravel and soil splashed everywhere.

The   hound wailed and was ignited by the flames.

Yennefer shouted a spell, the air trembled, a blue lightning bolt fell, and then a hound rushing to the left turned into a toad covered in abscesses, cooing comically, Then he was trampled into a muddy flesh by the companions rushing behind him!

  …

   But the spellcasting of the sorcerers ends there.

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

  The cold air invaded, making the sorceresses pale as paper.

   "Ciri, remember your usual training, lend me your magic power!"

"Yep!"

   Elene also nodded with a smirk.

  Yennefer held Ciri's little hand, feeling the magic power from the blood of the ancients, biting his lip, stretched out his hand again, and suddenly the three-headed hound's roar 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 Xiang’s shoulders trembled, a trace of blood spilled from their mouths and noses, and they quickly rubbed the ring and amulet.

   But a fish that slipped through the net rushed in front of them with a mouth full of jagged fangs.

   It's too late to react!

  唰——

   A dark golden light shatters the air!

  Grim Sigurd let out a roar, and the dark-gold greatsword raised above his head fell violently, and the hound split into two along his waist.

"Ladies, don't worry!" Toussaint's champion knight stood in front of the women and children, lifted the "Y"-shaped visor, revealing sharp eyes, with high fighting spirit, and a group of white rose knights behind him quickly Surrounded by the sorceresses, "I swear by the honor of a knight, I will keep you safe!"

   He paused and turned to Ciri,

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

   The girl's face was startled, and she suddenly realized that Cassirer was the knight Roy said to protect her?

   "He... woo woo... he was killed by the Wild Hunt."

   There was a hint of crying in her tone, her expression was painful and self-blaming,

   "Did he die honorably?"

   Grim asked in a low voice.

   "He died heroically as a true knight!"

   Yennefer replied, her violet eyes twinkling with admiration and gratitude.

  Grim closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

   When he turned to the hounds and soldiers that leaped out of the portal like a tidal wave.

The sturdy body suddenly jumped up, jumped into the barking dogs, and fell to the ground like a windmill, spinning the sword of justice, the wings of the bird of prey on the helmet fluttered in the wind, and the broad blade like a door was issued in motion. With a whistling sound of breaking through the air, the incomparably sharp ancestral soul artifact instantly shattered pieces of frozen flesh and blood.

   In an instant, more than three hounds were separated.

   Kill the legendary thing.

  Grim achieved unattainable brilliant achievements in the first half of his life.

   But brilliance is often only for a moment!

   He put himself in danger!

   He attracted most of the attention in the center of the battlefield.

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

   His sword swing slowed down instantly, his fighting intent also cooled down with the low temperature, his whole body was drowsy, and his body was shaky and barely supported by the giant sword.

  The corners of his eyes are cruel and desperate pictures.

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

The   hounds stepped on their bodies, biting and screaming.

  The body of a mortal is as fragile as glass, and after all, it can't match the legend.

Do not!

  Grim bit the tip of his tongue, the fishy sweetness and sharp tingling slightly awakened his spirit, and then his pupils shrank.

   A burly, wild hunter soldier with a height of more than two meters, shaking a horn helmet, waving a war hammer with both hands, and slammed it straight on top of his head.

  The direction of the hammer, the air made a terrifying whistle, and there was no doubt that it could break through all armor and defenses, and smash the flesh and blood into flesh.

   is not over yet.

  The heir to the Sigurd family must not die in such a woeful way!

  The life of a knight should be as bright as a flame!

  Grim held up the sword of justice.

  The dark golden blade shone in the sunlight, and there were faintly majestic and quaint faces flowing over the sword.

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

   Ancestor Heroic Spirit in 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 great sword, and instantly ignited the entire body of the champion knight. His eyes turned into liquid flames, and he was covered with a crimson flame suit.

  Amid the limbs and bones, a powerful force surged up, and it also temporarily dispelled the chill of Hoarfrost!

   Slash forward!

boom!

   Hammer and sword fight.

   Jumping Mars outlines a dazzling waterfall in mid-air.

   The Wild Hunt soldier who was the first striker was shaken by a huge force and took a few steps back involuntarily.

   And Grim's whole person is like a **** descending from the earth, and he slashes several swords, slashes, slashes vertically, steps forward, and sings forward. The center of the battlefield is filled with the light of flame jumping, roars and wailing, violent sword shadows.

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

   Several hounds were caught in the flames and turned to ashes.

   at a certain moment.

  Grim raised the sword above his head and slammed the soldier several meters away. He suddenly changed his posture, pinched the middle of the blade with his right hand, tucked the hilt under his arm, and pointed the tip of the sword to the middle of Wild Hunt's rib-like breastplate.

   A solemn and solemn aura pervaded.

  The Sword of Justice was transformed into a knight's spear with a length of more than two meters in his hand.

   He jumped forward with his spear, and a red flame warhorse congealed under him.

   One after another blurred silhouettes shrouded in flames, suspended behind him, raised their spears, and let out a battle cry.

  Crimson cloaks and flags rattled with the pounding wind.

   Justice and Courage!

   Grim Sigurd, who had been abiding by the way of knighthood all his life, finally cried out in his heart, and the memory pictures of his past life quickly flashed in his mind,

   eventually all turned into a belief.

   is better than thousands of troops!

   Horseshoes like thunder.

   Charge with the flaming golden knight!

   Keep going!

  The spear of courage smashed the warhammer and penetrated Wild Hunt's chest, allowing him to bend over the spear, sing a sad song, and lead him across the battlefield!

   Charge!

   A hound turned to ashes in flames.

   Charge!

   The Wild Hunt soldiers who attacked Owl and Aiden from the back were pierced with spears.

   Charge!

   Hoarfrost that hit Cohen's back was blocked.

   Charge!

   The hound that overwhelmed Vesemir turned into minced meat.

   Charge!

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

   He galloped through the battlefield crisscrossed by magic roars, sword lights and hoarfrost.

  The raised horse hoof left a path of flames, one by one Wild Hunt drinking hatred under the spear.

  The knight's crimson pupils reflected faces with gratifying smiles, and the heroic spirits of the Sigurd family opened their arms to him.

  Caseil, who was frozen into an ice sculpture, stretched out his hand to him.

  In the end, Grimm rode his horse to the side of the witcher with fluttering white hair, looked back at him, and his face with fluttering blond hair showed a hearty smile that he was happy to return home.

   "Ravix of the Four Corners, you defeated me in the battle of Sintra, and the treasure of the Sigurd family is left to you."

The voice of    fell to the ground.

   The smile on his face solidified.

   The whole person was completely burned out, like a stone sculpture that has been weathered for thousands of years, scattered as a wisp of dust, and disappeared with the fierce wind in the battlefield.

  Bang!

   The great sword of shimmering dark golden light fell from mid-air, sinking deep into the ground.

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

   Escal lifted the pale Vesemir and asked the White Wolf with a trembling voice.

   "A true knight."

   Geralt wiped off the ice **** on his blue veined face and pulled out the sword of justice.

  The figure of the blond knight on the sword disappeared in a flash.

   He once again pounced on the battlefield where blood, fire and hoarfrost are intertwined!

   (end of this chapter)