The Divine Hunter Chapter 11: Lady in the woods

In the warm morning light, a breeze blew through the Whispering Hills, Camelback Swamp, lush green fields, and the muddy paths in the countryside of Lower Valen, making the witchers feel excited.

"Balder Mountain, the base of the old witch, the mysterious golden oak..." Oak held the **** package containing the sacrifices in one hand, and held the horse's rein in the other hand, and said dejectedly, "Damn it! Why can't I accompany Roy on the move?" Oaks shook off the package and said indignantly, "It's Wallen again who is so lazy. Running errands in a place like this is so boring!"

"Keep your voice down, idiot!" Seret behind him looked around vigilantly, but found no abnormality in the farmland and grass on the roadside, so he lowered his voice and said, "Don't let the old witch's ears and eyes. I heard your complaints and ruined everyone’s plans!”

"I know this well, but I'm just a little unwilling. Why do you let Lei Suo take on the most important part every time?"

"Isn't it obvious? Because your bad talk will cause bad things!" Serrit said decisively, and then curved the corner of Oaks's mouth,

"Actually, from another perspective, our trip is not very boring...we may be able to offer sacrifices to Mrs. Lin Zhong, and maybe get a glimpse of their beauty," Seret said in a hopeful tone, "If they She is as beautiful as the one depicted in the oil painting, so our trip is well worth it."

"You are daydreaming." Oakes sneered and shook his head. "Shu Xin clearly explained that the three sisters are all old women with chicken skin on their faces. But if you can accept this appearance, call them big It doesn’t hurt to be beautiful.”

"You just believe Shu Xin so much, are you sure she didn't lie?" Seret looked incomprehensible, "Oakes, let me tell you this, I may not be able to match you in terms of swordsmanship, but in terms of my understanding of women You are not as good as me, a bystander. Women are never stingy with the most vicious curses on their enemies... Therefore, I think the real situation should be completely opposite to Shu Xin's description!" Seret analyzed seriously, "Old The witch woman and the three sisters have strong magical powers. It should not be difficult to stay young like ordinary sorceresses."

Seeing the determined expression on his brother's face, Oaks rubbed his chin and couldn't help but feel a little shaken, "If you really retain your beauty...it doesn't hurt to meet him."

"Understood..." Seret added at last, "If you are pretty enough and hot enough, what does it matter to the old witch?"

The cat-sect witcher who was walking in front shook his head as he listened to the conversation between the two. At this time, they actually still had the intention to bicker. Is it because they are too nervous and have a weak brain? Or stay calm in times of crisis?

"The Snake Sect's unique way of relieving stress?" Furius shook his head, looked at Lower Valen Village not far away, and clenched his fists.

……

"Witcher, have you brought the sacrifice?"

At the entrance of the village, Carson took a puff of his pipe and blew the white smoke ring into the witcher's face.

"Old man, you should believe in the reputation of the Witcher. We always keep our word!" Oakes said, throwing the package to the village chief. The latter took it and opened it, and his expression instantly became wonderful.

Inside the package was a ferocious, huge werewolf head. Its two eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving only **** holes. The tongue had been cut off from the base, and blood was constantly oozing out.

When the sun shines, a row of jagged canine teeth in the long wolf snout flashes with cold light, making people panic.

Carson swallowed and took another deep look at the witcher,

"Now take it to the open space behind the village. There is an altar there. You need to offer sacrifices to Mrs. Forest with your own hands to complete the final sacrifice." After speaking, Carson stretched out his hand to point out the instructions for the witcher. direction.

"Aren't you coming with me, old man?"

"I haven't been summoned by Madam..." A hint of timidity flashed in Carson's eyes, "I can't rush to disturb them."

After saying that, Carson turned around and scolded the surrounding villagers who were watching the fun. He especially glared fiercely at the big man who was stuck in place like a log, exposing the thick black hair on his chest.

"I've told you, why are you still standing there? Who can you kill with your pitchfork!? Don't let it go! Do you want to go see the lady with the witcher?"

The big man screamed in horror and turned around to run away.

The remaining villagers dispersed in a hurry, like frightened children, and hid in the thatched huts in the village in panic, then leaned against their windows and watched the witcher go away.

Their eyes were very complicated, with fear, hatred, and a hint of schadenfreude, as if some kind of disaster was about to befall the demon hunter.

"Are you leaving first?" Oakes, who was originally aggressive, suddenly hesitated and hesitated.

"My brother, you should go first. You don't always like to be at the forefront." Seret humbly said.

But there was no room for the two of them to talk nonsense. Furius picked up the **** package and strode over.

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In the middle of the open space behind the village, there stands a stone altar half as tall as a man. This primitive and rough altar has withstood countless sacrifices of flesh and blood, and its surface is covered with dried blood stains and scarlet palm prints. , the whole thing was dyed brown.

The cat vulture put the werewolf's head on top, fresh blood seeped into the altar, and a strange wind suddenly blew in the place. The wind was mixed with invisible magic power, and the pendants between the three people's necks were lightly stirred. Tremor.

The three demon hunters couldn't help but take a step back, instinctively pressing the hilts of their swords to form a seal.

As they moved, a burst of noisy sounds suddenly sounded in the air. The sounds were strange and changeable, filled with long sighs of women, the roars of lions, wolves, bears, and countless children's crisp sounds. The voices intertwined into a whisper in the shadows.

Finally, the sound of footsteps falling to the ground sounded behind the demon hunter.

The footsteps were thumping and heavy, and the ground shook. It reminds me of giants and some kind of behemoth!

The demon hunters turned around quickly, the tip of the Snake Sect's silver sword pointed directly behind them - three figures suddenly appeared in the field of vision. When they saw their appearance clearly, the three demon hunters couldn't help but cursed in their hearts. .

"Shit, son of a bitch, bitch!"

"Sky Father, Meriteri, Eternal Fire, whatever other messy gods they are, just open your eyes and take a look!"

"How could there be such an ugly thing in the world?!"

The beautiful illusions of the Oakes brothers were shattered in an instant, and the huge psychological gap even made them purse their lips tightly, causing them to retching for half a second.

This kind of physiological reaction is almost unimaginable for demon hunters who often deal with disgusting creatures such as rot demons and evil spirits.

"Young man, put down your sword!" The old and ugly woman's voice sounded. This voice was exactly the same as the ugly and evil old witch that ordinary people imagined hiding in the forest or in the ditch!

Ochs looked at the other person with squinted eyes as if he was afraid of being burned by her ugliness.

The one who spoke first was Zhi Po among the three sisters.

She stood hunched over on the far right. Most of her body was covered in a dark brown fabric that looked like canvas or a rag. Only a pair of fat four-fingered "chicken feet" and two large pieces were exposed. Amazing feet.

A red tall pointed hat covered most of her head. On the lower half of her face, her right eye was covered with a brown eyepatch made of hair, and her left eye was a tumor covered with seven-star ladybug spots. I don’t know what organ she uses to see.

Her nose was as red and pointed and long as a crow's beak, and her lips were bloodless and dry and cracked.

The strangest thing is that the fabric on her abdomen reveals a pair of petite legs of a child. With the frequency of her breathing, the legs sway lightly from side to side, like decorations.

"They look more handsome in person..." Another lady in the center took over Zhi Po's words and said angrily.

As the cooking woman among the three sisters, she has the fattest figure. Her thick arms must be able to wield the stirring spoon in the large iron pot very easily. Her legs under her skirt are like raised dams on the ground, and her waist is bloated. Bucket, belly protruding like a cauldron, and half taller than an average person, all of which made her look like a moving mountain of flesh.

Her body is covered with fat. In fact, if the word "pig" in her name is replaced, it will better depict her image - a fat pig standing upright. .

She did not stoop or hunch like her sisters. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and held her head high.

Perhaps because her face was too shocking, she completely covered her face with a straw cage.

"I like the one in the middle. His appearance is the most in line with my taste." The whisperer on the far left raised her head towards Oaks.

Her face is similar to that of a boiled woman, and is covered by a piece of reddish-brown gauze.

Her figure...well...is a combination of the two sisters. She is medium-sized with a hunched chest and a rather well-developed muscles. Her posture is quite like an ostrich or a kangaroo. Her exposed skin was pale, wrinkled, covered with sarcomas and chickenpox-like pimples, and was extremely disgusting.

However, what attracted most attention to her was the huge cloth bag hanging on her waist. The surface of the bag was dirty and covered with blood, and a child's arm was exposed.

The smell of orangutan rot attracted a bunch of flies, which buzzed around the woven bag.

"Ahem...Mrs. Linzhong...Thank you for your compliments," Oakes suppressed the storm in his heart, slightly pulled back the sword blade, and said as calmly as possible, "You are not the same as in the oil painting. ."

"Demon hunter, the portrait is not a deception. It is what we looked like when we were young...At that time, we loved living with a strong and handsome young man like you." Nanny Po Jie Jie said with a strange smile, "What a pity. The land of Velen is filled with too much malice and negative emotions. These things are more destructive than the most poisonous poisons. They continue to corrupt our bodies and make us age like this."

"The Lady of the Forest...the villagers of Lower Valen and the whole of Valen praise your credibility." Furius interrupted the old witch in a deep voice at this time. He had no intention of guessing whether it was true or false. Go flirt with this ugly inhuman race, "Now that we have offered the sacrifice as promised, it is your turn to fulfill your promise...Give Carl back to me."

"Yes, we have always kept our promises..." Zhi Po grabbed her chicken claw-like palm into the void and said, "The poor child you are talking about was as thin as a bamboo pole when he first came here. , I’m tired and scared, I can’t even stand firmly.”

"We are taking care of him as much as we can during this period..." Nanapo spread her hands, shrugged, and said innocently,

"Treat him as your own son..." Zoupo added.

"Unfortunately, he was not obedient at all and tried to slip away from us several times..." Zhi Po sighed, "I have been hurting him for nothing during this time."

"Then where is he? Why didn't you bring him here?" Furius said through gritted teeth, with prominent veins on his face and his hand holding the sword hilt harder.

"Don't be excited, Demon Hunter, we didn't hurt a single hair on him. He is staying in a very safe place... well fed and warmly dressed." Nanny played with the little hand in the bag. "Just now, Crow Spirit sent him to the village chief's house in Lower Valen, waiting for a few..."

After hearing this, Furius couldn’t wait to leave.

"Don't leave in a hurry, why don't you listen to our other suggestion?" Zou Po walked to the altar, picked up the **** wolf head, leaned over and sniffed it, and said with intoxication,

"The sacrifices you brought are perfect and have sufficient magic power. In addition..." Zou Po paused, "He is still contaminated with the crazy aura of Whispering Hill. You have entered that forbidden land, right, Hunter Demon?"

"So what?" The three demon hunters stood side by side, each other's horns,

"In the Whispering Hill, have you found a huge tree heart..." Zhi Po stretched out her claws towards the void, observed the demon hunter's expression, and said without seeing anything interesting, "I want to invite You return to Whispering Hill and get rid of that thing for us."

"Is this a commission?" Oaks said sarcastically, "Or do you want to kidnap another member and threaten us to do something?"

"We will give adequate rewards, demon hunters..." Po Ni explained, "Doing this in the beginning is a test."

Weaver said, "Not all demon hunters are willing to contact beings like us. At least we have made a good start and fulfilled our promises, right?"

"As long as you are willing to lend a helping hand..." Zoupo scratched her bloated body, "We will let you understand that the barren land of Willen also has some precious treasures, and using them as reward is enough to make people happy. Everyone is satisfied."

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The three demon hunters exchanged glances. Just last night, the soul of the tree heart had been taken away by the young people of the school, but the natural wrath of Whispering Hill still did not stop, so the lady in the forest did not discover this. fact.

"About the commission from Whispering Hill~IndoMTL.com~We need more detailed information. What exactly is the heart of the tree, and what is your relationship with her?" Oakes' expression moved slightly, pretending to be interested. Looks like, "In addition, Furius has to pick up the child, and they have to leave Wilen first..."

"When you said that, I suddenly remembered something," Nemesis asked, "Witcher, where did your two companions go?"

"They have left Velen..." Oakes smiled and said bravely, "Not all witchers are used to collective action."

"Really?" Nanny lowered her head and felt it quietly for a moment. She failed to receive any useful information from the ears and eyes placed throughout Willen, so she no longer doubted it.

Ochs quietly breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "Roy, Leisuo, I can only delay this time for you..."

……

More than ten miles west of Valencia, two demon hunters smeared with tree heart blood arrived in front of Bald Mountain. They moved silently on tiptoes like cats, hiding. After passing the priests and mountain guards of Lady in the Forest, we set foot on the stone road leading to the top of the mountain.