The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: The daily routine of witcher collection
The hot sun shines on the swamp.
The water vapor began to evaporate, and among the smoke, there were faint green figures speeding past.
This is a group of running water ghosts.
Sparse scales grow on their smooth skin, and the fingers and toes at the end of their limbs are connected by a thin web.
Like duck webs for paddling.
The ears are pointy and large, and the two eyeballs are pale and lack pupils like a cataract patient. The huge mouth under the small nose is densely interlaced with fine jagged teeth.
"Jili Guala..."
A water ghost dancing in the mist suddenly stopped and poked its head in confusion.
It moved its nose like a hound, and the strange smell made his eyes turn to the right - a figure holding a long sword came out.
Food! flesh!
In an instant, the water ghost was like a cat that smelled fishy smell. It screamed excitedly, bared its teeth and rushed towards the target.
"Wow——"
A bright arc passed through the air, like a thunder in the clear sky. The running figure of the water ghost stopped abruptly, and at the same time, a thin blood-colored line bloomed between its thick and short neck.
With a "pop" sound, the headless corpse fell heavily into the shallow bath. The smooth and flat incision on the neck was burned black by invisible flames, and only a small amount of blood gushed out.
"Jiligulu..."
The five-headed water ghosts noticed the movement and emerged from the mist in the distance, and rushed towards them with their teeth and claws.
The "Water Ghost Killer" held the long sword in front of him in his right hand, grabbed it from the void with his left hand, and another small, gray hand crossbow appeared in the palm of his hand.
Fire, fire, fire...
The bow string vibrated and the sound of breaking through the air continued.
Roy fired three crossbow arrows in an instant, two of which turned a small corner in mid-air - the three running water ghosts stagnated, blood burst from their foreheads and eye sockets, and they fell neatly. The ground died.
The remaining two water ghosts have already rushed in front of them, grinning their sawtooths covered with minced meat and dirt, and spitting out a stream of foul-smelling hot air.
He remained calm and composed until the fishy wind blew the broken hair on his forehead, and the hand crossbow disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the five fingers of his left hand with prominent veins outlined a blue upright triangle seal in mid-air, and he pushed suddenly——
Alder!
"Boom!" A loud noise exploded in the dense fog!
Strong airflow spurted out from the seal.
A water ghost was flipped over on its side.
"Shock!"
The demon hunter's eyes flashed red - the last one instantly lost control of his body and collided with the sword blade that was thrust straight towards him.
Gwisiel easily penetrated its chin and penetrated into its brain.
"Pfft..."
Withdrawing the sword, blood beads slid down the shiny blade, the blade swung through the air and returned to the plow,
The demon hunter used his left foot as the center of gravity, quickly turned around and slashed, and his head rose into the air.
In less than twenty seconds, all six water ghosts turned into corpses.
“Kill the water ghost, experience +20*6, demon hunter LV5 ()
The "Water Ghost Killer" took a deep breath, kicked away the monster's corpse, wiped the blood on his face, then took out a sharp short blade, squatted down and began to harvest the loot.
Crack the skull to take out the brain of the water ghost, divide the internal organs, and cut off the finger webs and ears.
The pungent stench, thick blood, and sticky minced meat failed to change his expression at all.
As if he were going about his daily work.
……
After a long while, the young demon hunter who had processed the materials inspected half of the swamp again, but could no longer find any trace of the water ghost. He washed away the stains on his armor and skin with the swamp water, straightened his instrument a little, and improved Leave on a **** linen bag.
Outside the swamp, another taller bald man had his hands folded across his chest and looked like he had been waiting for a long time. He was also holding a **** bag in his hands.
"Little devil, how was the harvest?"
"12 ears..." He shook the cloth bag in his hand at the bald head, his slightly green cheeks full of regret, "6 water ghosts, not very happy!"
The bald man grinned and showed his white teeth. He picked up the bag in his hand and said, "I have 14 here. If you lose, you will continue to be responsible for the meal tonight!"
"Oh, lucky guy! I have been preparing dinner for more than half a month," the young demon hunter's face was full of annoyance, and he spread his hands helplessly, "If you continue like this, you will become a cook, right?"
"Why complain, this is to hone your ability to survive in the wild," Leisuo warned, turning his eyes to the young man and reminding him, "Don't cheat this time and deduct my bounty.
"Can't you trust me more? I am the financial controller appointed by you personally!" Roy said with a well-intentioned look on his face, clasping his fingers, "Now I am planning carefully and depositing money in advance..."
"After all, if we want to establish a Viper sect branch in the Northern Kingdom, we must first save money to purchase real estate, and then decorate and purchase materials... All kinds of consumption, it is not realistic without a base of 10,000 crowns, so we have to Make plans early."
"Stop! Stop talking! You have the final say on the accounts!" A rare look of impatience showed on the tough guy Lei Suo's face. His head swelled to the point of splitting when he heard the pile of messy numbers, "Later I’ll save half of my son’s salary for you, but you must leave me some wine money.”
……
The two have been away from Elland for more than half a month. They took on several commissions to clean up evil ghosts and water ghosts in the villages along the way and saved some money. But for Roy, the biggest gain was Or experience and newly learned skills——
Witcher Seal LV1: After the careful teaching of the master witcher, you have initially mastered the five basic seals: Igni, Alder, Axi, Quen, and Arden.
The power of the seal is related to spirit and skill level.
……
Roy's spiritual attributes have surpassed that of a demon hunter, but the level of his seal is much lower. It also consumes 20 mana, and the power of his seal is much weaker than that of Leisuo.
The most bizarre thing is that the magic power consumed by him every time he releases the seal is different, jumping repeatedly between 10 and 20 points.
According to Leisuo, this is because he failed to turn the seal into instinct and body reflex. He still has a long way to go.
……
The two chatted and came to a simple village one mile away from the swamp.
Far away, a group of strong male villagers in linen clothes and cloth turbans came out to greet them.
Their eyes looking at the two demon hunters revealed undisguised vigilance. He also held "weapons" such as hoes, sickles, and pitchforks tightly in his hands, as if he wanted to drive away some ferocious beasts.
"Was the water ghost dealt with?"
At this time, the hunched-over village chief with a goatee came out from among more than a dozen village strongmen. He straightened his neck, tilted his cheek slightly, and spoke in a stiff tone.
The young demon hunter dropped two heavy blood bags on the ground and said, "There are 26 ears in total, from 13 water ghosts. You can count them. The swamp over there is no longer There are monsters harassing you, but you are safe, at least for the next one or two years."
The village chief glanced at a sturdy villager next to him. The latter immediately opened the bag and counted it, then nodded to everyone.
"Yes, 13 water ghosts."
Goatee rolled his eyes and sent someone to hand over a bag of crowns in exchange. "This is the promised reward. We will clear both property and goods. Now you two can leave."
"Wait, the number seems to be a bit different." As soon as he got the bag, Roy felt something was wrong.
"There is only fifty kronor in the bag. If I remember correctly, the previously agreed reward was clearly one hundred kronor."
"You fooling a fool, you think the witcher can't count?"
Along the way, this is not the first time they have encountered dishonest people - not all people in the countryside know how powerful the demon hunters are.
There are more stupid villagers who listen to ridiculous rumors, so they despise and hate the demon hunters.
They know that witchers are good at killing monsters, but they don’t know that the sword in their hands kills people just like killing dogs.
"Those who do not know awe cannot live long."
Roy's dark golden eyes shrank into prismatic shapes, and he looked around at the men present, his eyes as sharp as knives.
And that look was like a wild beast choosing its prey.
The bald man stood beside him with his arms folded across his chest, the rock-like muscles on his arms bulging, his eyes full of murderous intent, and his face so cold it could freeze people.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing. The village chief's skinny body trembled, but the villagers behind him seemed to cheer him up. They took a step closer to the two demon hunters with pitchforks and hoes in hand.
"That's all, take your reward and leave immediately! Otherwise you won't get a penny!"
"Think the witcher is a soft persimmon and is easy to bully? You must keep another fifty crowns!"
Roy said viciously, "Or keep your head!"
My right hand suddenly reached behind my back and pulled out Gu Weisir. There was still a trace of blood on the shimmering blade - a trace of blood deliberately left.
When the villagers saw this, their eyes suddenly became numb, their faces turned pale, and their IQs finally returned to normal - the demon hunter had killed more than a dozen water ghosts~IndoMTL.com~What could they do to resist?
At the same time, the tall and burly Lei Suo got some kind of signal, twisted his thick and short neck... and squeezed his fists as big as sandbags to make a "click" sound,
"Just right, the dozen or so water ghosts just now were not enough fun to kill."
"Stop! We admit defeat!"
Goatee finally couldn't help but give in, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly took out another bag of crowns from his arms and threw it over.
"A total of one hundred crowns, every penny is a lot! Are you two satisfied now?"
Roy put the money into his arms with satisfaction, and then exchanged a look with the big man.
"Commission completed. So, goodbye, you idiots!"
"Finally, a friendly reminder that not all witchers are as approachable as we are."
"Next time you default on your debt - be careful the whole village will die!"
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"If the villagers just made up their minds not to pay, would you do anything?" Roy asked curiously, leading the horse far away from the village.
"When they are beaten until their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen, they will naturally understand the importance of credit and spit out the money obediently." The demon hunter's voice paused and his face turned cold.
"But if you dare to use 'weapons'..."
Roy suddenly realized that the bald man must have killed many unruly people in his long life.
Once the villagers are attacked, it means that they must be killed - as long as one is let go, the demon hunter will become a wanted criminal. There are many such examples in history, and Roy knows several of them.
But he didn't have any qualms about whether to kill or not. He would instinctively make the choice when the time came.
"There is no way of knowing whether the client is a good citizen or a rogue citizen from a poor and remote place."
"But one thing is certain, ninety-nine percent of farmers have not mastered the magical skill of piercing Geralt's waist with a pitchfork."
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