The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 139 Give me strength! I am He-Man!
Lynn looked around and saw that they were standing on horseback on a grassland covered with graves and tombstones.

As far as he could see, there were thousands of graves.

The tombstone is covered with moss.

Some tombstones are featureless, just large, shapeless chunks of rough rock.

Others were polished smooth and carved into the shapes of obelisks and monuments.

As for those that stand in the center of the valley rocks, grasslands and forests, they are built into stone sheds, stone cairns and circular stone formations.

This obviously could not have been formed naturally.

"Two masters, let's continue on our journey."

Maximus' eyes widened.

He stared at the cemetery with a nervous look on his face.

It's not that he's afraid of ghosts.

But he had heard others say before that monsters loved to make cemeteries their homes.

Especially a cemetery in the wild that is completely deserted.

He didn't want to have his intestines pulled out and eaten by a hungry zombie monster in his sleep.

"Don't worry, sir, not every cemetery is haunted."

Lin En looked at the tombstones standing in the cemetery in the distance. "From the looks of it, these tombstones have been standing here for at least five hundred years. The guys lying underneath have long since turned into a pile of bones."

"Ghouls and grave witches like corpses, not bones."

Geralt nodded in agreement and added, "Besides, if this place is haunted, there would be no rumors about it. Even if there's no money to hire a witcher, the rumors will spread far and wide."

"But in fact, when we passed through those villages and towns along the way, we didn't hear of any ghosts in the area."

Seeing that the two demon hunters had the same opinion, the Ranger Knight's nervous heart finally calmed down a little.

"Okay then, let's camp here tonight..."

Maximus hadn't finished speaking yet.

In his retina, a black shadow flashed by like a ghost.

The Knight Errant's face turned pale in an instant.

"There's a ghost! There's a demon!"

The Knight Errant responded with the clear sound of two swords being unsheathed.

Lynn and Geralt quickly came to Maximus's side.

The three of them stood together back to back.

"Where?"

"Over there! It's hiding behind that tombstone over there!"

Maximus pointed in a certain direction.

His voice was so tense that it was distorted.

Lynn held the master-level silver sword in one hand.

He quickly took out a high-grade cat potion from his magic pattern leather bag and drank it.

The veins on his face became clearly visible.

But at the same time, the dark world became extremely clear before his eyes.

He tried hard to look in the direction the Knight-Errant was pointing.

But he saw nothing.

The witcher badge around his neck was hanging in front of him, safe and sound, all calm and peaceful.

"Sir, you are not mistaken, are you?"

There is absolutely no possibility of corpse-eating creatures such as ghouls and grave witches in this cemetery, just as humans will not settle in saline-alkali land.

If there really is a monster, then there is only one possibility, that is, it is a demon spirit as Maximus said.

But the problem is that spirits like demons emit a very conspicuous and strange green light at night. It's not that they don't appear during the day, but they are more visible at night.

Therefore, if it really is a demon, even if it hides behind a tombstone, its light will illuminate the weeds and soil near the tombstone.

However, Lynn didn't see any light.

Maximus insisted, "No, I have very good eyesight, there is no way I am wrong."

Lynn hesitated for a moment and thought of a solution.

"Geralt, let's go around from both sides and see what the hell it is. Sir Maximus, you stay here."

"I'll go with you," the Knight Errant said, though he showed uncontrollable nervousness. "I don't want to be a coward."

Lynn comforted him.

"You have no experience in dealing with demons, nor do you have a silver sword. If it really is a demon, you will die in vain."

"A chivalrous knight shouldn't die in this desolate wilderness."

The witcher's words caused the Knight Errant to fall silent.

"As you say, Master. I will pray for you. May the Lady of the Lake grant you strength."

Lynn and Geralt carefully surrounded the tombstone where the "ghost" was hiding from the left and right.

As the distance got closer, Lynn became more and more confused.

Because both Lynn's witcher badge and Geralt's were lying quietly on their chests.

This doesn't make sense.

If there is a monster, no matter what kind of monster it is, the badge will tremble.

But now...

Suddenly, a strange smell entered Lynn's nostrils.

This made him frown.

"Geralt, do you smell it?"

Geralt sniffed carefully. "There's a strange smell... Is it the smell of herbs?"

"To be exact, it's wormwood, basil, sage, star anise, cinnamon, and so on."

An elegant and wise voice came from behind the tombstone where the three people thought the demon was hiding.

"Please put down your weapons, gentlemen. I apologize if I frightened you."

Lynn and Geralt exchanged a look.

They lowered their silver swords.

But he did not sheath the sword.

Then, a middle-aged man dressed in black with a small shoulder bag on his shoulder walked out from behind the tombstone.

The middle-aged man had some balding hair, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and the temperament he exuded gave people the impression that he was a respectable man who was different from those who only worked in the fields for a living.

Even his voice seemed to carry a kind of magic, making people unable to help but feel close to and trustworthy towards him.

"I'm so sorry. If possible, I sincerely hope that we can meet you at a better time and place."

"My name is Emil Regis Lohorek Tagif Godfrey. I'm from Dillingen. I'm a barber. You can just call me Regis."

Regis?
Lynn looked at the middle-aged man.

The other person's appearance had not changed much from the one he remembered.

This is not surprising, after all, the other party's true identity is a high-level vampire who has lived longer than Vesemir.

"Mr. Barber, what are you doing in a place like this?"

Perhaps he noticed that the opponent was unarmed, and that skinny body didn't seem like it could contain much explosive power...

More importantly, the other party is an intelligent creature that can communicate...

Geralt quickly sheathed his silver sword and said, "There are no customers in urgent need of a haircut, nor are there any patients who need medical attention."

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