The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Lower Wallen

Halfwayn Village is halfway up the mountain, an insignificant village in the southern part of the vast Willen.

In the afternoon, village chief Carson leaned against the door frame of his house as usual, basking in the lazy sunshine and looking at the neat rows of fields down the slope.

The industrious villagers of Xiawalun shuttle between the fields, wielding hoes to loosen the soil, or fertilizing crops.

The carrots, peppers, and turnips in the field are growing beautifully, and they are even more vibrant when they are poured with the golden liquid.

"Another great harvest, thanks to the magic acorns given by the ladies."

More than half a year has passed since the Spring Night Banquet at Bald Mountain. The villagers have pressed the magical acorns given by the gift into oil to nourish the earth. So far, it seems that the effect is as good as ever.

Carson touched his right ear, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and the furrows on his wrinkled forehead deepened. "It's time to choose sacrifices for the ladies... What should I prepare this year? Which family should I choose to offer sacrifices to?"

After a long time, the distressed Carson took a drag on his pipe and blew out a circle of white smoke from his nostrils. But through the smoke rings, he noticed a few unexpected figures.

The five strangers led the horses and walked slowly towards the village.

……

"Who are you?" Carson intercepted them at the entrance of the village. Normally, there wouldn't be an outsider in Lower Wallen for several months. Today, five people came at once, which is quite rare.

The other five foreign men were strong and strong, carrying two swords on their backs. Their eyes, which were completely different from ordinary people, reminded him of experienced hunters, and beasts such as poisonous snakes and falcons.

He frowned.

"Old man, we are travelers from the swamps in the east..." The youngest one showed a gentle smile and looked at the wooden sign at the entrance of the village, "We are also wandering witchers. You don't need to be nervous. , we will only show force to monsters and will never make things difficult for ordinary people."

Carlson took a step back and glanced at the pendant around the witcher's neck warily. When he glanced at Furius, his pupils shrank instantly, "Cat-sect witchers? What are you doing in Valencia?" ?"

"I'm passing by your place this time and want to ask you something... Did you see a group of crows flying nearby this afternoon?"

"Crow? Such an unlucky animal does not exist in Lower Wallen." The old village chief's voice became louder, "Now I want to ask a few of you to leave. Outsiders are not welcome here."

A dozen young adults in the village were alarmed by Carson's voice and quickly surrounded him, carrying a pile of hoes, sickles, and pitchforks, their eyes filled with undisguised threats and repulsion.

This is very abnormal in the eyes of demon hunters. Even if they hate them no matter how much they hate them, few people will draw their weapons against them face to face, especially when facing five demon hunters who are in a group. Such provocative behavior and death wish No different.

What do the villagers have to rely on?

The atmosphere in the field became tense.

The cat-sect witcher quietly held down the hilt of the sword behind his back. He was now so anxious that he could no longer bear it.

The apprentice was kidnapped and his whereabouts are still unknown, and the kidnapper led himself and his companions to Lower Valencia. What does it mean to face this group of farmers who don’t know what the world is like? Simply toy with them, or let them - massacre the village?

A flash of blood flashed in Furius's gray-green eyes, and the knuckles holding the sword hilt turned white. The muscles of the Serrit brothers also tensed up, ready to attack.

Roy and Leisu exchanged glances.

"Don't be impatient, Cat Vulture." Roy comforted his companions and then faced the villagers, "Everyone in Lower Wallen, please believe that we have no ill intentions, otherwise we would not come in from the village entrance openly."

He stared into Carlson's eyes, "If we have evil intentions, we will choose to attack at night..." Roy said with a half-smile, "Let your wives and children lose their husbands and fathers in their sleep."

The demon hunter's voice seemed to contain magic power, and his few words made the villagers a little scared. However, there were also some impulsive farmers who were angered by his words!

"Kill!"

A farmer with an extremely hairy chest among the crowd suddenly shouted, his eyes widened, and he suddenly thrust his pitchfork forward.

As for his target, the youngest demon hunter remained motionless and stared directly at him, letting his pitchfork stick to the flying lion monster breastplate on his chest.

"Boo——"

The yellow light shattered, and the pitchfork stopped without piercing.

The farmer who took action felt the strange silence, swallowed hard, and then conveyed questioning eyes to other villagers, as if asking them——

Why don't you take action with me?

"You'd better think carefully before taking action," Roy said. "Is the thing in your hands sharper than the witcher's steel sword that has been tempered for thousands of times? Your skin is sharper than the pterodactyls and pterodactyls that the witcher has killed. Are gryphons still tougher?"

"Want to give it a try?"

The farmers took a step back in unison, and their "weapons" hung to the ground.

"What do you want, witchers?"

"An answer..." Roy took the dagger from Furius and showed it, "It doesn't matter if you didn't see the crows, but you must have seen this dagger? Don't get excited, this is The token given to us by the three ladies who guided us to Lower Valencia, I think she must need a message from you."

……

Lower Wallen is not small, with about a hundred households, and the village chief Carson’s home is located in the center of the village.

"Witcher, is this holy weapon really given by the lady?" Carlson looked at the dagger and quickly determined that it was the one on the north side of the swamp.

"You can understand it that way." Roy stood by the window and looked at the villagers coming and going. Velen was originally the poorest land in Temeria, but the residents of Lower Valen looked surprisingly good. , without the sallow complexion and thin body caused by malnutrition in most farmers, they look quite healthy.

"I can tell you the whole story in detail: Mrs. Lin used a dagger to carve words in blood on the chest of the unlucky guy who was cut into a human stick in the swamp, guiding us to go to Valen. Of course, we have already buried the unlucky guy in the grave. Ann. So, Carson, as the village chief of Lower Wallen, should you give us a hint on how to retrieve the child that Mrs. Lin took away?"

"Madam, did you take away your child?"

"To be more precise, theft! She stole an eight-year-old child, my apprentice, right from under our noses!" Fulius yelled angrily.

If Mrs. Lin Zhong is so ruthless to the believers in her jurisdiction, how will she deal with his "little monkey"?

"Shut up! You are slandering the entire owner of Viren!" Carson was angry at first, and then panicked, throwing the dagger back to the witcher, "Go away, the village cannot be controlled by a group of arrogant and ignorant idiots Implicated!"

"Tell us the answer, and we will leave naturally..." Fulius pressed against the old man Carlson's chest, his gray-green eyes stared at the old man's black eyes, his voice was as cold as a knife, "Tell us where to find Lin Mrs. Zhong, or what can I do to get her to give her child back!"

Carlson's orange-peel face turned red with anger at his contemptuous eyes, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

"Old guy, don't you speak?" Furius fiercely grabbed a gray beard on his chin, "Do you believe I will make you mute from now on?"

"If we really can't find Karl, let's let the entire Lower Wallen people be buried with him." Oakes grinned, revealing his pale gums, and further threatened.

"Okay...I said..." Carlson sighed and emphasized, "But you have to understand that I am not afraid of threats, but obey the will of Mrs. Lin Zhong."

He took a deep breath, obviously in awe of Mrs. Lin Zhong to the extreme. "The ladies are directing you to come to Valen...I can probably guess their purpose..."

"Tell me about it..."

Carlson took a few deep breaths, calmed down his restless mood, and then explained, "Madam wants you to learn basic etiquette - to offer sacrifices to her."

"What basic etiquette?" The demon hunter glanced at the wall of the village chief's house, which also had a portrait of Mrs. Lin Zhong hanging on it.

"Wellen is the territory of the Lady of the Forest, and all living beings including demon hunters must abide by their rules. If you want to exchange for that boy, can you only redeem him from the Lady with a sacrifice of equal value?"

"What gangster logic?!" Furius sneered, "That boy belongs to me, and she must be returned to her original owner!"

"No, everyone and everything in Wellenli belongs to Madam. No matter what the reason is, as long as they like 'things', they can take them away by themselves." Carson emphasized in a stiff tone, " You should feel lucky, the children who are favored by the ladies will be happy."

"Get happiness in their belly full of fat?" Roy said in his mind, and persuaded the excited Furius.

"Okay, let's accept this statement for the time being. Then, Mayor Carson, what sacrifices do you think should be offered? Also, after offering those sacrifices, will the child return safely?"

"Ears, hair, hands and feet, eyeballs, this is the rule." Carson's eyes flickered, "You need some of them all."

"Dreaming! Do you think the witcher is a gecko that can regenerate after losing its limbs?"

"You can change it to another sacrifice." Carson paused, "The ladies of the forest especially favor animals that are particularly strong or have magical powers."

"You mean the monster in the swamp?"

Carson nodded, "The more powerful the monster is hunted and sacrificed, the happier the ladies will be and the more likely they are to return the boy."

"It's just possible?" Furius was quite dissatisfied with this statement.

"Don't worry, as long as you try your best, Madam will naturally fulfill your wishes."

"Just like you?" Roy took a deep look at the village chief, "If you go down to Wallen Village and offer sacrifices to the Lady in the Forest, they will give you a good harvest and protect you?"

"That's right..." Carson admitted simply, his orange-peeled face filled with pride, "I can guarantee that the residents of Lower Wallen live much happier lives than the people in other parts of Wallen."

"Do the lame, blind, and deaf people who were used as sacrifices think so?"

"It is better to be disabled than to die!"

"Your thoughts are no different from those of a captive dog." Reso suddenly sarcastically said, and the Oakes brothers also looked disdainful.

"What do you know, Witcher," Cassens retorted plausibly, "Not everyone has your skills. In a poor and dangerous place like Willen, ordinary people must survive if they want to survive. Find a backer."

"Without the gift of Madam, the population of Lower Wallen would have been reduced by at least half. They gave us the right to live!" Carson's voice trembled, with respect and fear in his eyes.

Sacrificing a few to save the majority?

Although it was more than ten years in advance, the layout here was still consistent with Roy's imagination.

The villagers of the Barrens and the Lady of the Forest formed a sinful and shameful master-slave relationship.

He no longer tried in vain to correct the villagers' thinking, "What will we do after we bring back the sacrifices?"

"I will teach you when the time comes..." Carson warned, "but you have to hurry up and it is best to complete the sacrifice tomorrow."

……

The witcher left Valen in a hurry.

"I noticed something just now..." Leisuo said, "The eyes of the woman in that oil painting are moving."

"Carson was right about at least one thing..." Roy replied, "Wellen is the territory of the Lady in the Woods. They have many means to monitor our actions, such as that painting."

"Then do I need to go to the swamp to hunt monsters and offer sacrifices?" Oakes was troubled, "This feeling of being led by the nose makes me very uncomfortable..."

"Friends from the Snake Sect, today's matter involves legendary existences, which is beyond my ability. I really don't have much confidence on my own," Furius took off his sunglasses. , a sincere expression appeared on his face, "Can I hire you? Do me a favor, rescue Carl, the reward..."

"As a reward...how about I give you a good beating after you finish the work?" Oaks clamped the Cat-sect witcher's shoulders and hugged him hard, "Cat Vulture, I didn't do this to help you! That kid Karl It's quite flattering! By the way," the amber pupils shot out a cold light, "I also want to see who Mrs. Lin Zhong is!"

"Get Carl back, and you can beat me ten times, no problem!" A flash of gratitude flashed in the cat's eyes.

The remaining three snake sects exchanged glances.

Since Oaks wants to intervene, they are not afraid!

"Then expose the trick of pretending to be a ghost!" Seret said viciously.

"Meet the so-called Lord of Willen." The bald man looked indifferent.

Roy hesitated for a moment. In his understanding, Mrs. Lin's direct combat effectiveness was not very high. She was probably in the category of ancient deer-headed spirits. In terms of single combat, the three snake sects and the cat vulture were all capable of fighting. force!

But they have various weird methods, especially summoning an army of monsters, which is the most troublesome.

It is not an easy task to take care of the Lady of the Forest in the land of Willen.

Roy's dark eyes shone with a strange light, "Everyone, Carl must be rescued, but we can't just follow the rhythm and pace of those old witches - we must be prepared. !"

"What do you mean?"

"Remember the book "She Who Knows All"? It records the stories of three forest ladies and their sealed mothers... We won't go to the swamp..." Roy turned his eyes to a hill in the distance. ~IndoMTL.com~ Go to Whispering Hill, meet the sealed fairy mother, and get the weak points of the three witches from her mouth. ”

Everyone understood instantly and felt ridiculous.

"Are you sure this is not a legend, and that the so-called fairy mother really does exist?" Seret crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing the theory in the book.

"Karl's sleepwalking and the strange behavior of the Lower Wallen villagers are not enough to explain the situation?" Roy looked determined. "And I have a strong hunch that there is a powerful magic signal under the Whispering Hill. Who else could it be besides the Fairy Mother?"

"Even if we make a mistake this time, our trip will not be in vain. Whispering Hill is a good place for hunting sacrifices."

Ever since they obtained the blueprints of the Flying Lion Monster and Snake Sect equipment, everyone in the Snake Sect has no doubts about Roy's ancient blood's ability to predict, and nodded silently after hearing this.

Flius observed the expressions of several people and suddenly clenched his fists, "Then go to Whispering Hill!"