The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 155 The Gloom of Innsmouth

"Geralt and I will go in front, followed by Sir Maximus. Sir Regis, please protect our backs."

Lynn arranged the team's positions.

The high-level vampire nodded and accepted the witcher's arrangement.

"That's fine, but Lynn, it's time you started calling me 'Regis'. After all, we've been through so many adventures together."

Lynn naturally had no problem with that.

But Maximus spotted a problem.

His position in the team is the safest.

With two demon hunter masters leading the way ahead, there is no need to worry about being attacked by enemies from behind.

Generally speaking, he protects others rather than being the one being protected himself.

This made him feel looked down upon.

"Master Lin En, please let me explore the way ahead with you. I am fully capable of protecting myself."

Lynn smiled.

"Of course I don't doubt your ability, Sir Maximus, but everyone has their own strengths."

"Knights-errant excel at killing enemies in battle, while we demon hunters excel at the environment we find ourselves in right now."

"Come, let me prove it to you."

Lynn took out a copper coin.

With a flick of a finger.

The copper coin turned into a blurry shadow and shot towards a reed somewhere in the swamp.

Bang!
There was an explosion.

Smelly sewage and mud were everywhere.

It also made the Ranger Knight lose all his blood.

Ordinary people may not be able to see what is hidden in that swamp.

However, the unique enhanced senses that the mutation brings to the demon hunter can easily detect the spike traps buried there.

No wonder the Lady of the Lake said that ordinary people can’t even get close.

In Lynn's eyes:

The swamp before him was filled with densely packed gleaming spike traps.

As for the fog that covered the swamp earlier, it was probably not formed naturally, but was caused by the sacred object bestowed by the evil god Dagon to his believers.

This is also the reason why this gathering place of cultists has been able to exist for so long.

Facts speak louder than words.

The Knight Errant had no more objections.

So the group slowly entered the swamp.

As it turned out, it was an extremely correct decision to let Lynn and Geralt lead the way.

In this swamp, any place that could hide a trap—such as a shallow pit filled with sewage, a dense reed bed, a small mound disguised as normal...

There are spike traps buried.

Judging from the destructive power before, if an ordinary person were to take a kick, half of his body would probably be blown to pieces.

Therefore, Maximus and Regis followed the two witchers obediently, following in their footsteps.

When they went deeper for a distance, Lynn saw a flash of light in a rare puddle without any traps.

He bent down and picked it up.

Wipe off the mud on it.

It's a pendant.

But it was corroded beyond recognition.

The photo inside the pendant has long been blurred.

"this is……"

Maximus' eyes lit up, and he hurriedly followed Lynn's footprints and came to his side.

He took the pendant from the demon hunter's hand.

"Yes, this is Thorin Oakenshield's pendant. It also has his family crest on it."

"He was the former captain of the Duchy's Guard, and one of the few non-humans in Toussaint's history to serve Her Majesty the Duchess."

"A few years ago, his wife was brutally murdered. After a drunken bout, he resigned from his position as captain of the Principality's guard and vowed to eradicate all evil in the world."

"But he disappeared not long after." "People said he died in a cave while fighting a monster."

“I didn’t expect it to be here instead of in the cave.”

Maximus stroked the texture of the pendant in his hand, and thought of the scene Lin En had just shown him...

The Knight Errant couldn't help but shudder.

It's not hard for him to imagine.

Poor Thorin Oakenshield must have lost his way in the fog and stepped into a trap, which is why he ended up here.

……

Finally, the group arrived at the village in the middle of the swamp safely.

The whole village looked rotten and dilapidated.

Unlike the villages in the north that were burned down by the army.

It's not the fire, it's the time.

Only a village that has been uninhabited and unattended for a long time would become the dilapidated state it is today.

The humidity in the village is extremely serious.

It hasn't rained since Lynn came to Toussaint.

But there was water everywhere on the ground in the village, and the village buildings were wet and even dripping.

"What the hell is this?"

Maximus stared at the wall of a house with a nervous and somewhat frightened look.

I saw that the walls of the house were covered with dense barnacles.

Lynn stopped the Knight Errant from drawing his sword: "Relax, sir, this is called a barnacle, it won't bite."

Maximus was a Toussaint.

Toussaint is a landlocked country surrounded by mountains. Many people in Toussaint have never seen the sea in their lives, so naturally they don’t know what barnacles are.

"Compared to this, have you noticed that it's too quiet?"

Wherever there are people, there should be the constant barking of dogs.

People in rural areas usually keep dogs.

Dogs are one of man's best and most loyal friends.

These farm dogs will warn their owners and will step forward to protect their owners when necessary.

Except dogs.

There are also chickens, ducks and geese running around.

but now.

There was no sound.

Even with the witcher's enhanced senses, he didn't hear even the slightest sound of insects or birds chirping.

The whole village was dead silent.

"Lynn, Geralt, come here quickly."

Not far away, Regis waved to them.

Everyone went over together.

Right next to Regis, there was a long trail of footprints, extending towards the mountain behind the village.

Lin En half-knelt on the ground, frowning and staring at the marks.

Those footprints were not shoe prints, nor were they human footprints.

But webbed feet.

Geralt beside him couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't these cultists human?"

Creatures with webbed feet are easily reminiscent of merfolk and water ghosts.

But judging from the architectural style of this village, the cultists living here should be humans.

Despite their doubts, the group decided to follow and see what happens.

Following the footprints, more than ten minutes later, a cave appeared on the edge of the swamp in everyone's sight.

There were also several villagers holding pitchforks, guarding the front of the cave.

The villagers were all hunched over, with sparse hair, big and bulging eyes like fish, and their chins kept shaking like gills.

What is more worrying is their feet, which have well-developed webbed feet between their toes.

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