The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Farmhouse
The sky is overcast.
The biting cold wind has not yet stopped, but the mountain road has come to an end. The hooded witcher, wearing light brown leather armor, carrying the Sword of the Lady of the Lake on his back, saw a main road.
Wandering through the fields of Sowden from south to north.
The scene on this road was very close to what he expected. He had seen a lot of similar scenes while walking from the town of Carcano near Soden.
Groups of unkempt, emaciated, zombie-like refugees, in the grass on the roadside, or even in the middle of the bumpy road——
The damaged and overturned trucks, the motionless horses in a pool of blood, the scattered baggage, linen bags, and cargo baskets, as well as the dead people wearing rags and rags that exuded a stench, all in just one day He saw more than thirty dead people.
Among them are Cintra people who did not obey Nilfgaard's rule and escaped from the seaside, but most of them are the natives of Soden.
Some were covered with buzzing flies, exposing rotten flesh and white bones, while some had fresh blood and had just died.
The causes of death varied. Some had their skin, muscles and bones broken by standard swords, bolas, and axes, and were shot through the heart by an arrow from behind.
The perpetrators were apparently Nilfgaardian stragglers roaming the Soden region.
After Nilfgaard retreated from Soden, the large army returned to Sintra and set up camp, but they still sent soldiers from time to time to harass Soden.
However, a few of the dead were stabbed to death by pitchforks and other farm tools, their heads were smashed with sticks and branches, or——
Roy stopped in front of the body of a young boy. A moldy and rotten apple and a wicker basket were scattered beside his body, but the contents of the basket had been swept away.
Roy raised the sunglasses on his nose to hide the color of his eyes, and gently checked the boy's neck.
Dark red, piercing marks of strangulation.
The murderer was not very powerful. The deceased had suffered a lot of torture before his death. Even though he had died, his pale pupils were still wide open, and panic was solidified on his young and pale cheeks.
Furthermore, the desperate struggle before death caused a large amount of dirty soil and dander to be mixed into the nails.
This is obviously not the work of soldiers.
Roy patted the dirt and weeds from his palms and sighed.
When it comes to who is the biggest victim in a war, it is always the innocent people!
Roy couldn't help but feel worried. Who knew if there might be someone familiar among the dead.
"Where on earth will this guy Geralt go?"
In order to follow the so-called guidance of fate and find the Girl of Destiny, the Wolf Sect's demon hunters eliminated all possible interferences and stepped into Soden single-handedly.
Although according to the original history in Roy's mind, Geralt's search for a girl will eventually come to a successful conclusion.
Successfully brought little Xili back to her hometown, and the father and daughter were reunited.
But history was moved forward by five months because of Roy's intervention.
He had to worry about something going wrong along the way.
Scattered soldiers naturally cannot threaten White Wolf, but if they encounter a large force...
Not to mention Shirley, who just turned ten.
Thinking of this, Roy's steps became even more hurried.
He crossed a narrow stream that was stained light red with blood. A hollowed-out coarse cloth sack used to load horse feed lay on the cobblestones by the river.
He prayed that this feed would become the meal for Geralt's good horse, Rocky.
He turned on his witcher senses, followed the smell and deviated from the road, entering an ancient and dense bush. The ground behind the bush sloped slightly downward.
Roy walked along the **** for five minutes. A large area of uprooted tree stumps came into view, followed by an open space with several wooden houses, barns, and thatched huts.
A dilapidated fence surrounds the small yard. This small yard rarely escaped the baptism of war. Although it is dilapidated, it maintains basic integrity.
Roy suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
A violent sound of heavy objects hitting the wooden door came from the yard.
He squatted down, looked over there through the cracks in the boxwood leaves, and peeked behind the hood.
Golfin Cathawk, who was sleeping soundly in the hooded nest, was lifted up by his neck.
Golfin shook his chubby body, flapped his wings reluctantly, and landed on the roof of the farmyard twenty meters away.
The owl cooed, its bulging amber pupils transmitting what it saw back in real time.
A terrifying monster was lingering in front of the solid oak door, waving its short, thick, dark purple claws from time to time, and roaring violently as it slapped the locked door.
It is very similar to a ghoul. It has a **** mouth full of foul-smelling yellow teeth. Its skin is covered with gray and thick **** skin, and it moves on all fours like a beast.
There are three palm-sized bone crowns growing on the top of the head, which sway slightly as it hits the door.
Blood Thorn Corpse Demon
Age: 8
Life: 230
Attributes:
Strength: 20
Agility: 16
Physique: 23
Perception: 8
Will: 6
Charm: 2
Spirit: 5
Skills:
Plague Claws lv8: Bloodthorn Corpse Demons carry various toxins, bacteria and viruses all over their bodies. Targets injured by their claws will become feverish, weak, and have wounds that ulcerate.
Eating level 7: The giant ghoul can quickly heal moderate injuries and restore health by devouring flesh and blood.
Crazy (passive solidification): The blood-thorn corpse demons will store a considerable part of the flesh and blood energy they eat daily. When they are seriously injured in battle and their life is less than one-fifth, they will activate this part of the energy and quickly restore their life. , and strength, agility, and body +4, becoming more brutal and fearless of pain, lasting for one minute.
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A few dozen meters behind it, there were two much smaller ghouls guarding two young corpses - they were lying side by side in a shallow pothole, their foreheads and limb joints were covered in blood and flesh. After breaking through the **** hole, the ghoul knocked the bones and sucked the marrow.
"No wonder this place has not been visited by soldiers. It turns out there are three gatekeepers."
After large-scale wars, the most common disasters are plagues, bandits, and carrion-eating monsters such as ghouls and ghosts that are born and reproduce from rotting corpses!
They are like flies, following the smell of corpses and blood.
Roy made Golfin circle again.
Make sure there are no other threats nearby.
Suddenly he took out his hand crossbow, and at the same time magic power surged out of his fingertips.
Boom!
The burly and majestic ice spirit emerged from the Gate of Annihilation. After receiving the instructions from the demon hunter, it strode towards the ghoul bravely.
The Blood Thorn Corpse Demon instantly stopped knocking on the door. His dark and crazy pupils glanced at the Ice Spirit, and he roared angrily and rushed towards it!
"Whoosh—"
The bowstring vibrates.
A crossbow arrow directly penetrated the head of a ghoul behind the corpse demon. It was like being hit head-on by a speeding carriage. The whole body rose into the air and was carried backwards by the huge force on the crossbow arrow. Two meters.
After landing, it hissed and howled, glowing red all over its body, and its half-broken skull revealed its slippery and disgusting brain.
"Whoosh——"
The second arrow destroyed its brain, and the red piece exploded like a ripe tomato!
It fell motionless.
Kill the ghoul, experience value +100, demon hunter lv12 (7400/12500)
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Roy blew his crossbow and turned his eyes to the main battlefield.
The Ice Spirit's fists and feet that slow down the attack tightly entangle the Bloodthorn Corpse Demon in the open space in front of the wooden house, and its ice armor effectively defends against the Corpse Demon's fangs and claws. As an elemental creature, it is immune to poison. .
It can be called the nemesis of ghouls!
Relying on its flexible speed, the corpse demon kept circling around it and waving its claws. However, not only could it not break through the Ice Spirit's armor, but it itself was affected by the ice spirit's dissipated freezing air, and its speed was visibly reduced. Slowly, both sides are almost evenly matched.
Roy was quite satisfied with the product he spent half of his magic power on, and glanced at the third ghoul surrounding the Ice Spirit.
"There is no way to bully the few with more!"
"Whoosh—"
The arrow shot through the air.
The ghoul's head bloomed with blood, as if it had been hit by a huge wooden stake falling from the sky, and fell backwards wailing.
The space fluctuates, causing ripples.
The demon hunter then appears.
Shua——
Arondette took out the sheath and drew a beautiful arc from top to bottom.
It's so smooth and smooth!
Ding.
The ugly head fell to the ground, Gulu Gulu rolled to the feet of the witcher, and a star-shaped rune lit up.
Kill the ghoul and get +100 experience points.
Roy shook his wrist and shook off the dirty blood on the sword.
After the ancient blood awakened, one flash now only costs 8 points of magic power. With his current magic power stock, he can flash almost without restraint!
Shua——
The demon hunter was like lightning, swinging his sword to attack the back of the Bloodthorn Corpse Demon.
Shocked!
When the **** tentacles lifted it into the air without any resistance, the dark sword blade aimed at its stubby neck, slashing from top to bottom.
Pfft, pfft——
The black blood bursts the dam.
The blade is stuck in a fountain-like neck.
The corpse demon wails miserably!
Second cut!
The sword of the soul, which has been strengthened many times, is sharp enough to cut through iron like clay.
Douda's head rolled to the feet of the witcher.
Kill the Blood Thorn Corpse Demon, experience value +260, Demon Hunter lv12 (7760/12500)
The battle ended in less than twenty seconds.
"Summoning the Ice Spirit costs fifteen experience points, and three monsters cost more than four hundred experience points. It's a huge profit!"
Roy touched Bing Ling's head appreciatively, then casually sent it back to annihilation, humming a light tune.
Take out the short blade and dissect three corpses on the spot, including eyeballs and tongues, internal organs, poisonous nails and teeth, and large red mutation inducers.
Now there are more than a dozen demon hunters in the school to raise, and the number of potions and mutants needed for trials has increased several times. He must cherish every harvest.
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In just a few minutes, the three ghouls were decomposed into pieces, almost turning into three skeletons.
After returning with a full load, Roy slowly cleaned up the blood on his body and sword, and blew a loud whistle.
Not only to Golfing, but also to the owner of the farmhouse.
The owl fluttered and flew back to the hood.
Roy ignored the door that was still closed and turned around to leave.
"Creak-" The door suddenly opened, and an old man stuck his face out from behind the door,
"Did you kill them, my lord?" After turning his gaze to the horrific ghoul remains on the ground, he shouted at the demon hunter's back, with a hint of cowardice in his tone.
"They yelled at me, and it was just a little effort." Roy turned around and glanced at him lightly.
The old man was small but not hunched over. He was wearing a linen shirt and dirty trousers of the same material.
"Thank you, you killed the monster in the yard and saved old Albert. The revenge of Mir and Lina has been avenged." He stammered, his tone was unclear, and the teeth under his lips Very large and disorganized.
"Albert? Now that you're out, I just have a question to ask you." A glint flashed in Roy's eyes. For some reason, he suddenly changed his mind, walked up to the old man, and grabbed the room with one hand. Door.
Because of his sudden movement, a look of fear appeared on his kind face with age spots,
"Don't be afraid, I only kill 'monsters' and don't touch ordinary people, do you understand?"
"How long have you lived here? Have you seen a white-haired man recently? He looks about thirty or forty years old. He is about six feet tall and well-proportioned. He has cat-like amber pupils on his face and a back Holding two swords?"
"A girl of eight or nine years old, with mouse-grey silver hair and emerald green eyes. She is very beautiful and is not even taller than my chest."
"The old man has lived nearby for twenty years." A row of wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and he shook his head thoughtfully, "The white-haired man and girl you mentioned are so unique and eye-catching, if they had been here before I definitely remember it. But I don’t have the slightest impression."
"But in the past few months, the Nilfgaardian army has been raiding everywhere. I hid in the dense forest and luckily escaped. After the Nilfgaardians left, three more hateful monsters came to block the door. During this period, I didn’t even dare to go out and had no idea what was happening outside.”
"Oh," the demon hunter sighed regretfully, his eyes slowly scanning the entire small courtyard, "Are the deceased in the courtyard your son and daughter-in-law?"
"My poor Mir and Ana were chopping firewood in the yard half a month ago, and they were suddenly killed by these three monsters that jumped out of nowhere." The old man nodded, roared, and wiped hard Wiping his red eyes, "Three beasts! They are not satisfied with killing my relatives. They also want to break open the door and eat me. If you hadn't arrived just in time, wuwu..." He looked sad, "I'm afraid I have to accept it. The call of the goddess Freya."
"Half a month? Apart from your children, is there anyone else nearby, especially the injured, or injured and dying animals?" Roy asked slowly, paying attention to the old man's eyes.
"No more, only the lonely old Albert is left, woo hoo..."
Roy's pupils under his sunglasses glanced at the two dead people again, "I've been on the road for a long time and haven't eaten anything. Can you let me come inside to drink some water and eat something?"
"Huh?" Albert's face suddenly collapsed. His turbid and dull eyes glanced at the long sword behind the demon hunter, with a look of embarrassment on his face. "I was blocked at home by monsters for several days. The stored The food is almost gone, and only the turnips in the ground are left. If you don’t mind, why don’t you just pick up a few?”
"Then let me have a drink of water, okay? I'll leave immediately after drinking."
The old man then made a sad face and slowly let the witcher in.
The cabin was as dirty inside as it was outside. It had obviously not been cleaned for a while.
The walls of the room were covered with something that looked like wild dog skin, there was a low table and a bench in the middle of the room, and there was a closed fireplace made of stone and clay.
There was a large dark iron pot on it, but it was empty and empty.
"Wait a moment, I'll get you some water."
The witcher sat on the bench and watched his back enter the inner room separated by wooden boards.
I looked around casually, and saw dark red ribbons exuding the smell of blood intertwining in mid-air, some flying out of the door, and some pouring into the inner room.
He was basically sure of his guess.
Stand up, follow the ribbon, and walk into the inner room.
The old man was bending down and standing in front of an old water tank to scoop out water. The water was probably bottoming out and he was struggling to move.
I didn’t pay any attention to the movement behind me.
Roy walked closer and closer, glancing at a wooden stake with an ax inlaid on the left side of the water tank. There was a layer of brown blood on the axe.
On the floor to the right of the water tank, there is a square floor that is much darker than the surroundings.
"Well..."
The old man picked up the bowl and turned around.
A series of dancing fingertips suddenly flashed in his eyes.
My whole body was shaking, and I was stunned.
"Raul, are you the owner of this house?" Roy directly called the observed name.
"No."
The heterochromatic pupils are a bit colder.
"Where are you from?"
"Rivendell Valley, southeast of Sodden."
"What happened to the two dead people and the monster outside the house?"
"A week ago, I passed by this yard tired and hungry. The couple took me in when they saw that I was old and frail... After their family fell asleep at night, I took out the kitchen ax and wiped them both. neck, threw the body outside the house, dug a hole, and prepared to rest for a night and bury it the next day. Unexpectedly, after one night, three terrifying monsters suddenly appeared in the yard."
"Why did they offend you? Why did they kill you?"
A trace of struggle appeared on the old man's face, but he was still unable to break away from the powerful effect of the mutated Yaksi Seal. He shook his head,
"The Battle of Soden Mountain has just ended. It's a rare opportunity. After a while..."
"Shua——"
A dark red light tore through the air and disappeared in a flash.
The murderer named Raul who occupied the magpie's nest opened his eyes wide, covered the blood that gushes out like a fountain from his neck, screamed in his throat, and rushed towards Roy. He gasped for air and fell to the ground.
My hands and feet twitched a few times, and there was no movement at all.
"I said I would only kill monsters, especially monsters that are worse than ghouls!"
Roy shook his head.
After the war, all kinds of monsters and monsters came out.
He regretted taking care of the three ghouls. Just let the ghouls continue to torture this thing.
Roy wiped the sword blade with the corpse's clothes, quickly walked to the left, groped with his hands on the ground, and quickly found a hidden button. With a little effort, he lifted the wooden board, revealing a dimly lit basement. .
He walked down the creaky wooden ladder.
The temperature in the basement is several degrees lower than outside.
The oil lamp illuminated baskets of well-preserved sun-dried vegetables, radishes, turnips, and pickles. There were several barrels of spirits stacked in the dark corner of the cellar, and the air was filled with a light but complex smell of alcohol. .
Roy carefully walked over the vegetable racks and wine barrels to the innermost part of the cellar.
A workbench that was supposed to be used for processing vegetables was against the wall~IndoMTL.com~At this time, a person was lying quietly on the table.
She is very young and should be the daughter of the couple who were the original owners of the house.
When Roy saw her, she had just stopped breathing, and the fear and pain remained on her bruised little face.
The thin body was covered with bruises, like a doll that had been crushed to pieces by violence.
The flowers are of the same age.
I finally escaped the war with my parents outside the house.
But he died because of his wrong kindness.
The witcher took a deep breath.
For the second time today, I regretted letting that hateful old guy die so easily!
He was going to pick up the girl and bury her with her parents.
There were two sounds of "woof" from behind the workbench, and a few-month-old black dog with a hemp rope tied around its neck rushed out from behind.
The short black hair all over his body stood up, and his fan-like ears swayed on both sides of his head. He barked loudly and bit around Roy's deerskin short boots in vain to prevent him from taking the girl away.
Ignore the witcher's comfort and whistles at all.
"Loyal little guy, you are lucky, you can hang out with me from now on!"
This sudden little creature was a surprise, bringing a ray of light to the demon hunter's gloomy mood.
He drew an outline of the Yakshi seal, and the puppy growled at him with its teeth bared. A trace of confusion flashed through its dark eyes, and then it whined, and lay obediently at his feet, wagging its tail, and letting him caress its fur. Little-headed melon,
"When I find Geralt and Ciri, I will take you back to Novigrad, where there are dozens of friends to play with you."
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Boom!
Behind a newly dug simple grave, a fire completely ignited a small farmyard.
Fires shot into the sky.
With a black dog like a sausage in his arms and an owl hovering above his head, the Witcher stepped out of the dense forest and continued to move forward.