The Divine Hunter Chapter 10: Scalp Hunter
At dawn, the sky turns leaden gray.
Between the capital of Kairak and Blockleon, there is a vast wilderness.
From west to east, human traces become increasingly rare, rolling hills and lush shrubs dominate the field of vision, and the environment transitions from human society to virgin forest.
In the cold morning wind, the clatter of horse hooves broke the silence of the wilderness.
The black horse carried a knight in a gray cloak and flew away.
Crossing a stretch of green junipers and bud-covered ash trees, we approach a vast, towering green primeval forest.
The horse stopped.
A huge **** slowly rises and merges with the nearby forest.
The knight squatted down next to the dormant raspberries and withered hollyhocks at the bottom of the slope, groping with his fingers for a row of light horse hoof prints on the ground, picking a few light green leaves, and twitching his nose.
Close your eyes.
When he opened it again, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
A dull silk ribbon solidified in mid-air, spiraling toward the mountain until it was hidden among the elephant grass on the top of the slope.
Hmm, fresh smell.
The sorceress's instructions flashed through Roy's mind.
"That vicious woman Ildiko has two precious collections, two exquisite statues with short arms, which contain her vital secrets, her handles... In order to keep it secret, she even sent someone to remove the statues. Transported from Kerak to her hometown of Brugg."
"But this was God's will. When the truck was transported outside Broccoli, a group of wandering robbers robbed the carriage. They took away her treasure and almost killed everyone."
"But in order to keep it secret, Ildiko did not even dare to leak the matter to the outside world, and did not dare to ask the king to send troops to suppress the bandits. He could only swallow this breath alive."
"Coral, even her pillow partner doesn't know this secret, how do you know it?"
"She forced me! In order to prevent this **** from playing tricks on me, I must monitor her movements at all times!"
"This is my last chance. As long as I find the two stolen statues, I can make Aldiko remember it for a long time! Get the compensation I deserve."
"By the way, this robbery happened a month ago. If I guessed correctly, the real identity of the group of robbers is the scalp hunters of Brok Leon. They usually wander around the forest, sneak into the forest, and hunt The dryad that protects the forest."
"In addition to King Vinslav of Brugg, King Kairak and King Verden all issued high reward orders for the tree spirits."
"But these guys not only kill tree spirits, they also don't spare humans. They are already crazy."
"Roy, witchers are best at tracking. Can you do me a favor and retrieve the statue? You're welcome to deal with these people!"
The chief prophet of the Demon Hunter Brotherhood agreed after thinking for a while.
It was still dark, so he left the sorceress's villa, rode a black horse, and drove outside Broccoli for two hours, and spent another two hours turning on the witcher's sensory tracking.
Arrived at destination.
……
Dense horse hoof prints, the smell of human excrement, the smell of sweat, and the smell of blood with a faint fragrance of vegetation point the way for the witcher.
Roy hunched his back and bent his knees, his body hidden in the grass, his skin gently scratching the grass stalks, like a crawling snake, heading towards the top of the mountain on tiptoes.
No more than a quarter of an hour.
The steep terrain becomes flat.
Roy pressed his body lower, stopped breathing, and looked hundreds of meters across the grass.
His keen perception allowed him to clearly see distant scenes.
In the open space in the center of the hillside, surrounded by a few crooked poplar trees, a quiet and simple camp was constructed.
A dozen tents are faintly visible, surrounded by a pile of extinguished bonfires, like sleeping camels.
But there was no human figure, the morning light was dim, it was still early, and the poacher was still asleep.
The witcher didn't want to alert the enemy, so he had to further confirm the target's status.
So he took out the Golfing Parrot from the hood behind him, touched the yellow crown on its head and the baby red color on its cheeks, and gave it instructions through telepathy.
Gulfin resisted his noisy instinct, flapped his wings silently, and flew high into the sky above the camp.
Circle and look down.
The picture in the pupils is immediately conveyed to the owner.
In a simple tent supported by a few rags and wooden frames, people were lying on hay mats.
The leather jacket on his body is old and dirty, and the long-handled axe, steel sword and hammer are shining with cold light.
The chests were rising and falling slightly, and some were smacking their mouths, grinding their teeth, and farting.
The watchman in a gray cotton-padded jacket and an iron helmet sat dozing next to a tent.
"Tsk, tsk, all fifteen people are fast asleep? They even brought a guard dog with them. Fortunately, they didn't attack rashly."
……
The witcher almost has an idea.
Golfen continues to provide vision.
He took off the heavy objects on his body and put them into the space. The five fingers of his left hand quickly outlined a black and gold triangular charm in mid-air.
The Seal of Helio and the Seal of Quen cover the witcher's body, masking most of the body odor.
This is a native method learned in Kaer Morhen.
The witcher tiptoed on the weeds that covered his ankles, silently approaching the camp while adjusting his position until there was no longer a barrier between him and the hound.
“A group of greedy poachers harvested the scalps of dryads, robbed passing carriages, and were cruel and ruthless to their own kind.”
"The sin is so serious that death is not a pity. Killing them all is not considered evil, right?"
The demon hunter's pupils shrank, and his eyes were as cold as frozen blades.
When he reached out and waved, Gabriel appeared in his palm.
Press the trigger with your index finger.
The sharp arrow on the crossbow is aimed at the dozing dachshund lying on the hay mat.
"Whoosh——" A rapid and slight sound broke through the air.
The feather arrow drew a subtle arc in mid-air, hitting the hound's head and breaking the skull.
"Pfft..." Blood flowers bloomed.
Kicking his legs, tilting his long head, he walked quietly into death.
Kill the hound, experience +5
The demon hunter's steps became more urgent, and he quickly moved to the side. His movements were like the tide hitting the beach and a crab emerging from the waves.
Changed the position and used the eyeliner in the sky.
"Whoosh—"
The bowstring trembled continuously.
Aim, pull the trigger, aim, pull the trigger.
Five consecutive headshots, like the scythe of death, precise and silent, the four scalp hunters in the tent lost their lives unknowingly!
There were five bodies in the camp that were still warm.
Killing Piet...Experience value +20*5, (The witcher lets you die painlessly, which is my last mercy."
After five times.
The remaining poachers were completely covered by tents.
Golfen couldn't find the shooting angle either.
Roy retracted his crossbow, grabbed a dagger made of a one-eyed monster bone from the void, and rotated his wrist to draw several rays of cold light.
Bend your knees and half squat, and slowly sneak towards a tent.
……
A hand came out of the dim tent, wearing a black leather glove, and pressed **** the mouth of a bald middle-aged man lying on his back.
At the same time, the other hand moved horizontally across the neck as quickly as lightning.
"Pfft..."
"Hmmmm..."
The trachea was disconnected, the aorta was ruptured, and blood splashed onto the attacker like a fountain, but was bounced away by an invisible film.
The bald man woke up from his sleep, his eyes widened, and he uttered "Uh-huh" weakly and frightenedly.
But it only lasted for a moment, and soon lost all strength and became motionless.
……
"The sixth one."
After receiving the kill prompt, the demon hunter reported the number in his head. ~IndoMTL.com~ Getting out of the tent, dark gold pupils glanced to the left, a canvas tent with Bai Baihe pattern graffiti, and the graceful curves of the figure could be vaguely seen under the light quilt inside.
"Woman?"
The witcher looked at the sleeping figure on the left and in the blind spot on the right suddenly sat up.
A man with a cockscomb haircut and rotten teeth happened to stand up suddenly, and at a glance he saw the attacker who was squatting on his knees but looked like a ghost.
"Someone! Wake up!"
A exclamation suddenly erupted in the camp.
Then the bow string trembled.
A ball of blood burst out from the door of Cockcomb's head, and he sat back with his round eyes wide open!
But it was too late, the remaining poachers all woke up.
Lifting the weapon beside him, shouting loudly, he rushed toward the demon hunter like a gust of wind.