The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Maybe it's a teleportation spell?" Triss frowned slightly, and she raised the goblet in her hand. "Have you invited other warlocks?"

"Don't talk about other warlocks, we would rather a warlock not step into Kyle Morhan again, you know best, little Merigold." Lambert sneered, neither the alcohol nor the grass trial could suppress it. His facial nerves.

"Don't call me Merly Gold, Lambert!" Triss patted the table.

"Okay, okay, even if there are uninvited guests, I don't think I will leave obediently because of your quarrel." Eskell stood up, and he took a few deep breaths. "I'll take a look and come back soon."

"No, Eskell, if it's a mage, let's go together." Vesemir put down the whetstone in his hand, picked up the other swords, and handed them to the demon hunters. "Let's go and see what is in the forest."

The first thousand five hundred and twenty chapters return of the white wolf

"... Geralt?" It was still at dawn, and the sun shone through the morning mist among the pine trees and spread across the grassy soil. In April, the weather in northern Kodwin was still so cold. Lambert looked at the gray-haired man lying on the ground in disbelief. Since Sintra's demise, Geralt hasn't returned to Kyle Morhan Castle most of the time, but the last time they fought together under the Hanged Ghost Tree, it was for the kid who didn't know he wiped his nose. But he would never fail to recognize who the face in front of him was. Even if compared to the past, he has become a lot more haggard, and his skin is paler and bloodless, but even so, Lambert recognized Geralt before he even reached the lying figure.

Lambert held the sword in his hand and looked around vigilantly. Some monsters have hallucinating abilities, and many victims die without realizing that they are condensed by demons hiding in the dark.

"What? Lambert, what were you talking about?"

Eskell's voice came from the fog.

"Geralt." Lambert shouted. "I saw Geralt!"

"Geralt? Are you fascinated by the fog demon?" Vesemir holding a sword appeared in the morning mist. "I know we all hope Geralt can come back, but I guess you should have seen a corpse? Did any warlock or wizard use teleportation spells to cover up his crimes? Well, if it's more than a hundred years Earlier, when the Order was still in authority, such things would be reported quickly, and soon someone would be punished and..."

Vesemir was startled.

"I said, my eyes didn't deceive me. I'm not old enough to be dim-eyed." Lambert walked over to Geralt, squatted down, leaned on his back and fell on the ground. Sit up against the rock on the side. "Damn, he's cold like ice cubes. Where is Meligold? We need her magic potion!" Lambert tried to lift Geralt up, but then he gave up again. "Ah, he is as heavy as a cow."

"Triss is in the castle to prevent other mages from attacking us." Vesemir turned around and shouted to the morning mist behind him. "Eskell!"

"I am here!"

"Go back to the castle, pull out our trailer, we found Geralt, he needs help! Go tell Rennes, let him light the furnace in the castle, and there is hot water!"

Eskell did not respond, but Vesemir and Lambert knew that Eskell had heard their words and returned to the castle to find the trailer.

"Let him drink this." Vesemir took the potion bottle from his arms.

"White Lafada?"

"Yes."

"Will you actually carry it with you?"

"No one knows what will happen in the next second. It is always good to carry a life-saving potion with you." Vesemir watched Lambert break Geralt's pale lips to the point of no blood, and the white Lafada potion quickly Disappeared in the mouth. "There are now fewer monsters, and the young people's vigilance is also less. When we were there, when we were walking on the road between the two villages during the day, we must be careful if we would encounter a group of monsters rushing from the grass on the side of the road. When you come out, you can often hear the sound of beasts scratching the fence at night."

"Okay, okay, I heard the sound of wheels, it should be Escal coming back." Lambert sighed impatiently, and he looked around, trying to find some unusual traces in the pine forest. "Why did Geralt appear here? What happened? Who sent him here?"

"I have the same doubts." Vesemir looked around warily. "Maybe we will know when Geralt wakes up."

It is noon, and the dark clouds in the sky have not yet dispersed. On the path outside Kyle Mohan, a workhorse dragged a wooden cart slowly out of the morning misty pine forest, on which lay a pale white-haired man. The carriage drove through a stream full of pebbles, and the slight shaking caused the white-haired man to slightly open his eyes.

"Where am I...?"

Eskell noticed Geralt who was awake, and he looked at him with a little joy. Seeing Geralt tried to sit up, he quickly said: "Lie down, everything is going well, we don't know where you went before, but the most important thing is that you are still alive and there are many friends with you, although You just came back from the ghost gate."

Geralt looked at the gray sky, and the wind in the forest brought the dampness of rain, and it was about to rain. Spring, the rainy season.

"I don't remember anything..."

"Okay, Geralt, stop talking, you need to rest, don't worry, there will be no danger here, Kyle Morkhan, we are home."

The carriage slowly drove into the gate, and Lambert, who was at the back, pulled the rocker, and the metal gate slowly fell behind them.

"Ryan, go and bring Terry Ribbon over. We have found Geralt."

In 1270, the northern countries spent two years repairing their wounds during the North-South War. Plagues and disasters have severely damaged an already fragile world, with demons and beasts raging in the woods and along the roads. An army of elves and dwarves, abandoned by the south and wanted by the north, hid in the woods of the countryside, desperately waiting for the upcoming final battle. For several months, people did not see the demon hunters on the mainland. The more and more active demon hunters in the past seemed to have returned to their castles overnight without leaving the door behind closed doors. So the people in the town watched the increasing number of commissions piled up on the signboards, all of which said they were in urgent need of demon hunters. They were not only thinking. What happened to the demon hunters?

In April 1270, outside the forest of Kelmohan, the hunters of the wolf school found Geralt who had been missing for a long time.

Not everyone knows the news.

Maybe some people already know it, but this has no effect on their actions.

"Mahakan Castle, Kilmohan Castle. Two mutant castles. Now, we have to face the choice between the two." In the dim room, a pair of lenses reflected faint candlelight. The broad yellowed map was spread on the desktop, a dry and slender finger pointed to the highlighted Kailmokhan, and the finger moved to Mahakam Castle. "We must decide to attack one place. What did the employer say? Our people cannot attack two castles at the same time, and your magic cannot appear in two places at the same time. Aza, are you listening to me?"

The man with his chin pointed like a mouse stared at the map in front of him, and gently pushed the round-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose. The brown professor's robe was covered with light blue leather shoulders. If it weren’t for the scar on his face and the temperament of that rascal face, maybe he would really be regarded as a professor, but everyone who knows him knows that his knowledge can indeed be called a professor, at least in In the circle of murderers and robbers, and now he is using the professor as his code name.

Across the table, a sturdy, dark-skinned man was sitting in an armchair, raised his legs on the table, chewing on something. Hearing the question of the mouse-faced man, he took a sip and spit out the bones in his mouth.

"The employer said that he doesn't care about other things, he only wants the secrets of the mutants hidden in his castle." Aza sat up and finally put his legs off the table and back to the ground, replaced by muscular arms. . "Professor, the manpower to gather you, everyone, everything that can be mobilized. I will not attack Mahakam’s castle. It’s too close to other towns. The mobilization of hundreds of celebrities will definitely not hide the eyes of those mutants. Let yours Go to Kodwin, we are going to attack Kyle Morkhan. And I heard that Kyle Morkhan Castle is abandoned, close to a mountain, those who broke the wall, you should be able to directly climb in. But Maha I heard that there was a knight group to attack, but the wall was not broken."

"Hmph, I dare say, this rumors must be exaggerated, how could the group of mutants block the attack of a knight order." The professor snorted disdainfully, and he pushed the round glasses again. "It sounds like a group of losers are making excuses for their incompetence and deliberately exaggerating the enemy. Is it Kyle Morhan? I will send someone to Kodwin right away."

How can a knight group and a fully armed knight group fail to break a castle, especially when there are fewer than 50 defenders. The professor believed that it was a masterpiece of a group of warlocks, magic traps and some conspiracy methods that couldn't make it to the table, so that the White Rose Knights were wiped out by its political enemies in Temalia. As for the so-called mutants defeating the Knights, it was just a rhetoric that the barons and warlocks threw to the front desk. Only fools would believe such unreliable rumors.

"Yes, I can't wait any longer." The man called Aza wiped his greasy hands on the tabletop. He looked around, and then took out a bottle of Vizima's beer from the cabinet on the side. , The roast chicken on the previous plate has been wiped out, leaving only a few bones. "It stands to reason that we should have started the march two weeks ago. As a result, we can only stay in this ruined house, study the map, and drink bottle after bottle of beer like horse urine. Get your cannon fodder ready. ..."

"Our plan..."

"The plan is simple. Your cannon fodder will be sent to death, and then you and I will go to the demon hunter's laboratory to **** their secret recipe for making mutants. Then I opened a portal to escape, that's it." Zha bent down and started looking for a new target in the cabinet, and soon he found a piece of smoked meat. "Then we hand over the mutant secret recipe to the employer, and we can wait to enter the court of Tamoria and become an adult."

"Yes, we should set off. Too much time has been wasted." The professor pushed the glasses again, which was already his subconscious action. "Those mutants are better off having fun in time, because they don't have much time."

Chapter 1521 The so-called reconciliation

The morning light of Asahi shines through the blinds, spreading the contours of the blinds on the wooden floor.

A few sparrows fell on the windowsill, chirping.

Sometimes, the sound of birdsong is pleasing to the eye, but the pleasing moment definitely does not include some terrible, extremely sleepy but uncomfortable hangover.

"...Zelin."

"What?"

"Go and shoot those birds down. I'm going to eat grilled sparrows at noon."

Zelin raised his eyelids. It took him a lot of effort. It wouldn’t have been the case, but it wasn’t until a girl who was good at hiding stole his potions and hid them somewhere he couldn’t find them. Became the situation today. He almost forgot that before wielding two swords, Gnaiya was better at finding prey in hidden places. After struggling with heavy eyelids for a while, his eyes searched by the bed and he quickly found the target.

The bottle slammed on the blinds, and the birds screamed, fluttering their wings and fled, leaving only a few spirally falling feathers.

The bedroom became quiet again, and there was more broken glass on the floor.

"What time is it now?"

Francesca gently rubbed her forehead and asked with her eyes closed. "Damn it, I actually agreed to your request for a drink yesterday, I was crazy. This is the last time, there is absolutely no next time, absolutely not."

When there is only one person in the bedroom, you will feel very relaxed and comfortable. When there are two people, you will feel intimate and comfortable, but when there are three people, you will want to escape here. Obviously, you have this idea. Zelin is not the only one. So to ease the atmosphere a bit, Zelin thought of the advice Hawke had given him the night before. Drink something to make you forget the trouble for a while. Regarding this, Gnaiya agreed very much, and Francesca was reluctant, but in the end she couldn't help but tasted a hard drink.