The Divine Hunter

"Cough cough..." A violent cough suddenly sounded on the other end of the dust mist. Roy hurriedly ran over and found that the witcher was leaning against the corner of the wall, his leather armor was blown to pieces like a beggar.

The exposed arms, chest, and thighs were all covered with small wounds scraped by rubble and scorched black burns.

Just don't die!

The alchemy potion was exhausted, but there were three potions of marigold left, which came in handy.

"Lesso, how are you feeling? Where is the injury?"

"Cough..." The witcher took a break for a moment to relax, his eyes pierced through the white dust mist, and his heart lingered, "It's okay...cough...it seems like a rib, right leg bone is broken...cough I never thought of my fame as Leto I, and was almost killed by my own fire."

"You're so close," Roy looked surprised. He was hit so far away that the witcher could still survive. "It's definitely dead without a corpse if you replace it with an ordinary person!"

"The Kunen seal that was used to kill the evil ghost has not disappeared, otherwise I should go underground to meet my comrades in arms."

The witcher suddenly asked, "Are you all right?"

"I stayed far away and escaped by luck." Roy smeared the blood on his ear and stretched it out in front of the witcher. "But I'm not feeling well. Look at the seven holes that were bombed and bleeding."

"I've never seen Qikong bleed, and a guy as lively as you."

"..."

The two of them rested for a long time until the white fog dissipated, and the originally ordinary and narrow cave showed a completely different scene.

The violent vibration of the nest explosion did not affect the passage ahead, but caused the rock wall on the left side of the cave to collapse, revealing a strange secret room.

After the rock wall, there is nothing in the world.

"Could this be the legendary catastrophe, there must be good luck?" Roy helped the limping witcher slowly into the secret room.

The space is not large, similar to a single bedroom in an ordinary hotel, but the overall style layout and surrounding walls are completely different from the rough and uneven in the mine, obviously carefully polished, smooth and meticulous.

If people live here, the room is empty, without any furniture, not even a bed.

What's even weirder is that the rock wall was sealed off at the beginning, which meant that there was no way to the outside world, and living in it meant that you could only starve and wait to die?

"What kind of boring guy would build an empty secret room in such a dark mine?"

Roy couldn't help being disappointed, he thought it would be some kind of adventure or something.

"As I said, this should be the residence of a certain warlock," the witcher asserted. "Only a warlock who can open a portal can come and go freely."

With the help of the young man, the witcher slowly came to the most conspicuous part of the entire secret room, in front of the huge smooth wall facing the entrance.

The rough big hand gently stroked the wall, and almost instantly the snake pendant hanging on the neck began to vibrate strangely. This time, the vibration was different from the weak one encountered when encountering evil spirits, but it was full of power and inspiring.

"There's something strange about this wall?" Roy groped like the witcher, but it felt hard. This was a genuine stone wall.

"I can't figure it out any more. The wall was cast with a spell by the warlock, and there just happened to be some anti-magic gold powder left."

Lesso fiddled around with the tattered potion belt around his waist, isolated it for a while, and took out a handful of gray powder, which is the enemy of the warlock, and the material for refining anti-magic metal bombs.

With a big wave of his hand, the powder smeared on the blank wall, and the whole wall suddenly seemed to be soaked in water, and vivid and bright colors permeated from the inside out.

The two looked at each other and acted together.

When the last corner of the wall is stained with powder, the water-like fluctuations spread to both sides, like slowly opening a picture scroll,

A pair of vicissitudes and ancient murals were completely revealed in front of the two of them.

The two remained silent, reading from left to right.

At the very beginning of the mural, there was an elf with sharp ears and a thin neck and a crown on his head. Standing on the high platform, in front of the throne, he opened his arms to greet the elf people who were crawling on the ground like a tide under the steps.

All worship.

Roy's fingertips touched the wall lightly, and in the cool touch, a strange wave was transmitted from the mural into his body along the fingertips.

Suddenly, he was shocked, as if he suddenly teleported from the secret room to the mural, and became one of the countless elves kneeling under the steps.

Staring at the stalwart, holy and majestic emperor above. As if watching the boundless sea, the unreachable peaks.

I have become a tiny ant, a humble witness.

...

Sobering up from a brief absence, Roy turned his eyes to the second mural involuntarily. The elf king was wielding a blood-red long sword, a wave of soldiers responded behind him, and in front of him were a group of vicious "aggressors".

"Is this human?"

Roy frowned. Judging from their size and appearance, the group of "aggressors" should be human, and they were deliberately vilified. His face was grim and contorted, and he was full of evil spirits.

Then blood and flames covered the earth, the magnificent kingdom was turned into ruins, the elf corpses were scattered everywhere, the human executioner stood on the ruins, and the neck of the elf king was under the long sword.

In the last mural, the elf who lost his crown dropped his sword, drew a longbow engraved with runes, and shot at the sun in the sky. The injured sun shed countless dark blood rains, and the blood rain penetrated into the earth, a mysterious and delicate plant, swaying green leaves and sprouting roots.

After reading the mural, Roy fell into a long silence, as if some invisible secret spell had been cast in his mind, and vivid and terrifying war pictures flashed quickly one after another.

Gradually, his eyes became red, his nose was panting, and he clenched his fists into a state of madness!

"Clap—" The witcher slapped over, Roy was slapped and screamed, then grinned and touched his flushed face, his eyes regained clarity.

"Lesso, can't you start lightly?!"

"Cough cough... The severe medicine is severe." The wound on the witcher's body began to throb again, and he took a deep breath. "One more step later, I'm afraid you will commit suicide."

"This mural..." Roy hesitated. He knew the truth about the history of this world, but he still had to listen to the witcher's thoughts first.

"There is no doubt that these murals record a history of humans and elves." The witcher recounted, "It is said that humans are not natives of this continent, but have drifted from the other side of the distant ocean. , slaughtered many ancient races, including elves, and eventually ruled the entire world."

"Legends are just legends after all. The human kingdom is still standing in the world. It may have tampered with many historical documents and buried countless truths. It is impossible to tell what is right and what is wrong. Anyway, most humans do not think that they are invaders and seized the ancient race. residence."

"So what do you think?" Roy asked suddenly.

"Me?" Lei Suo touched his nose, "Witchers have no racial boundaries, you must know that most of the witchers of the cat school were elves."

"Regardless of history, the witcher just has to keep his principles."

In fact, Roy knew very well.

Humans were indeed smuggled in from other continents, and many of their major cities, including Vyzima and Novigrad, were built on the ruins of Elven kingdoms.

However, the elves of this world, or the Ain Shidi tribe, also smuggled in from other worlds in white ships, slaughtered the aborigines, and ruled the continent for a long time.

Seriously, dwarves and goblins are the natives of this continent, and most of them are now forced to live in seclusion in the corners of the mountains.

By the way, Mahakan was also part of the Elf Kingdom at the time.

It is not difficult to understand the appearance of the elf secret room in the mine.

He guessed, "Maybe a resentful elf mage built this secret room to keep 'historical records' for later generations to learn about human atrocities."

Leto nodded and shook his head,

"Not really, at least the main purpose of this mage is not to record the history of their ancestors, but-"

The witcher raised his body with difficulty, knocked on the mural, and suddenly pushed forward with his palm tightly pressing on the mural. A swift sound of wind exploded in mid-air while he exhaled.

Roy's eyes narrowed, but he saw that the mural under the witcher's palm was directly pushed down by a seal of Alder, and the space behind the mural became different between the dust flying.