God-level Demon Hunter

"What are you mumbling about, kid?"

"I'm reminded of a story told in the Weren Swamp."

"Which book did you read it from, or your 'feeling'? Let's hear it."

"It's about several ancient existences in Waylon..." Roy had just started, but the statement was forced to end.

In the mist and miasma in front of everyone, there was suddenly a melodious singing voice, a strange tone, and lyrics with unclear meanings.

Everyone's attention was attracted, they pricked up their ears, and leaned over cautiously.

"Three sisters, hand in hand, crossing land and sea, frightening people, moving forward like this: three times for you, three times for me, and three times for a total of nine..."

A simple thatched house, in front of two farmlands neatly planted with celery and cattail.

A middle-aged man was humming unrestrainedly. Although his tone deafness made everyone frown, his courage and voice were unusually loud.

He looks about 40 years old, his face is full of deep grooves left by the ravages of life, he is dressed in linen, and he is dressed like an ordinary farmer in the country, but he seems to be injured. The right side of his face is wrapped in a white bandage. Spots of blood.

He sang so much that he almost forgot himself. While singing, he poured a golden liquid into the farmland with a water ladle, completely oblivious to the witcher who sneaked up to him.

When he was patted on the shoulder, he was startled. With a flick of his wrist, the transparent oily liquid in the water scoop accidentally spilled onto the ground, and his expression twisted, revealing distressed expression.

"Who are you? Walking like mice, are you here to scare me?" The man yelled viciously, obviously not welcoming them.

"Sorry buddy, we are demon hunters passing by here by chance. I have some questions to ask you." Phlius squeezed past the crowd and squeezed to the front. Only then did he realize that not only the right side of the man's face was bandaged, but the ear on the left side of his face was also covered with bandages. It's gone, and half of his hair is missing, like a large area of ​​baldness, with half of his head exposed, and the other half with thick brown hair.

His eyebrows were also shaved off, and one of his left legs was replaced by a piece of wood that looked like a table leg, making him look funny and eccentric.

The four demon hunters focused their attention on the strange man, while Roy focused on the two acres of farmland. The crops in the farmland were extremely lush, and this was destined to be a bumper year.He glanced at the bucket at the man's feet again, the golden liquid inside exuded the fragrance of oak.This is by no means an ordinary fertilizer, it is similar to the oil pressed from the fruit of the oak tree.

"What are you talking about?" the man yelled at the witcher, "I can't hear you clearly!"

The guy had his ears cut off, and his hearing was presumably affected.

Fulius reluctantly stuck to the man's ear and repeated.

The man waved his hand impatiently after hearing this, "Witcher, I don't understand why you come to such a small country place. I didn't entrust it to you, and I don't have the money to pay for it!" He pointed to the west, almost Drive, "Try your luck in Humpback Swamp and Lower Varun!"

"Then I'll just say it straight!" Phlius, impatient with the peasants, took out a delicate dagger inlaid with gems from his belt behind him, and showed it.

"Do you know this thing?"

Seeing the weapon in the hands of the demon hunter, the farmer's face suddenly changed drastically. He stared, opened his mouth wide and exposed his rotten teeth, and stammered, "You...you, dare to blaspheme...blaspheme..."

"Bleache you ghost!" Phlius suddenly stuffed a bloody ear into the man's mouth, stuffed the rest of his words back into his belly, and then lifted the clothes on his chest and framed him Get off the ground with one foot,

"Bastard, don't play tricks on me if you don't want to endure hardship, and answer me honestly, what is in this swamp that turned you into such a ghost, and dared to confuse my apprentice."

Fliers eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to poke a few holes in the man.

The man's eyes turned white when he heard the words, he didn't know if he was angry, or he was trembling with fear.

"Man, you gagged him, how do you make him answer, with his ass?" Roy took the ear off the farmer's mouth.

The latter took a breath, and then threatened viciously, "Idiot! You have moved the holy artifact without authorization, and you will be punished by the gods."

"Is there a mistake, you still dare to threaten me?" Phlius slapped the farmer's cheek lightly, leaving a bright red mark, "Believe it or not, I will make your life worse than death first?" Lieus has already drawn half of the seal with his fingers nimbly.

But Roy grabbed his arm.

"No, don't use the Axi sign."

"Give me a reason." Fliers was surprised.

"Roy is right," Oakes Fuhe said, "We just learned a lesson not long ago, don't use Axis on a believer of a certain god casually, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

He was referring to the beggar disciple of the lion-faced spider in Vizima.

"Let's search the house first...you watch him, Owl..."

Lesso, the Oakes brothers and Roy rushed into the simple thatched hut one after another.And Phlius stuffed a rag into the farmer's mouth, stifling his curses.

"What did you put in his mouth, sir?"

"Little monkey, demon hunters must first learn to control their exuberant curiosity. Well... I'll make an exception this time and tell you... Those are the pants you changed from bedwetting the day before yesterday..."

"Uh...uh..." The farmer whose hands had been clamped suddenly fell to the ground, twitching like a dead fish.

……

The peasants’ thatched huts are very simple, worse than most of the poor. Except for the floor and some dilapidated living utensils, the most striking thing is a huge oil painting hanging on the mottled wooden wall——

"How can there be such a beautiful oil painting in a dilapidated and narrow cabin in the remote and poor Willen Swamp?" The bald man stood in front of the oil painting and expressed surprise.

I don’t know how many years ago this oil painting was born, but it is well mounted and well preserved. The patterns on the golden frame are delicate and smooth, and the paper feels smooth, without any scratches or particles of garbage. It is obvious that it has been taken care of frequently.

As for the content of the oil painting, there are three lifelike beauties wearing black gauzes, revealing their snow-white skin and good figures.

The three ladies sat in a pile with bare toes and their shoulders close to each other. They exuded an ethereal and elegant temperament, like elves taking a nap in the mountains. After the rest, they would twist their waists and move slowly Come out of the oil painting.

There is no doubt that this painting is unforgettable.

The Oakes brothers also walked under the oil painting, unconsciously fascinated by it.

Only Roy glanced at the oil painting and confirmed that it was an ordinary item, so he searched the bed on his own, and found a yellowish and thin book - "She Who Knows All".

"It is said that Waylon originally had four wives. The fairy mother came from a distant land, and the loneliness made her miserable, so she made three daughters out of mud and water..."

"Roy, what did you find?"

"A legendary story..." Roy glanced at the oil painting, "It probably tells about the origins of the three ladies above."

"Tell me, kid."

The snake demon hunters gathered around and listened to Roy's story:

"A long time ago, there was only one ruler in Velen, and she was called the Fairy Mother. Because of her loneliness, the Fairy Mother created three daughters, and the four women lived happily together.

But the good times didn't last long. For some unknown reason, the Fairy Mother began to lose her mind and became cruel and inhumane. Later, she became more and more crazy, and she was about to wash the whole Waylon with blood. So her three daughters stepped forward and killed the Fairy Mother. mother, and sealed her soul beneath the Whispering Hills.

From then on, the three forest ladies ruled Velen, enjoying the sacrifices of Velen's residents, and giving them good harvest and health at the same time. "

……

After a long time, the witcher thought deeply, "The three women on the oil painting are Mrs. Lin Zhong?"

"To be more precise, they are called Weaving Po, Cooking Po, and Whispering Po." Roy said in his heart, and then explained, "But I don't think the content of this book can be trusted completely. The beautiful and kind descriptions in the book, It is definitely used by Mrs. Lin Zhong to beautify herself. I have seen the opposite introduction from another ancient book, Mrs. Lin Zhong is definitely not a good person."

"The weaver woman weaves clothes with human hair, and the man outside donated half of her head's hair and eyebrows to her. The cook woman is good at cooking meat. If I'm not wrong, that's how the farmer lost his leg. And The Whisperer cut off his ears and put them somewhere in Velen to be her eyes and ears."

Everyone froze for a moment, unable to connect the beauty on the oil painting with the heinous crime Roy said.

"So it was the whispering woman who bewitched Carl?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see Fliers entering the house at some point.

"Huh? Didn't I ask you to guard outside?"

"Don't worry, I knocked that guy out, and he won't wake up for a while."

"Carl?"

"Carl is watching him outside. After following me for so many days, he should do his best."

"Oops!"

Roy yelled loudly, and just as he finished speaking, crisp screams and strange laughter came from outside the door.

When the witcher rushed out the door in a hurry, he could only see a flock of black crows flying in the air, like a black cloud rolling by, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

And Karl disappeared, leaving only a farmer who had been cut into a human stick on the ground.

He was lying on the cold ground, spitting out blood foam and broken internal organs, and his eyes flashed with despair, unwillingness, and pain.

I twitched a few times and swallowed my last breath.

And on his chest, there are a few eye-catching characters smeared with blood - Border Post (Lower Warren)

Chapter 7 Lower Valencia

Lower Valen Village on the mountainside, an insignificant village in the vast south of Velen.

In the afternoon, the village head, Carson, leaned against the door frame of his house as usual, basking in the lazy sunshine and looking at the neat rows of fields down the slope.

The industrious villagers of Lower Warun shuttled between the ridges of the fields, wielding hoes to loosen the soil or fertilize the crops.

The carrots, peppers, and turnips in the field are growing gratifyingly, and they will be more vigorous when they are poured with the golden liquid.

"Another harvest year, thanks to the magic acorns given by the ladies."

In the past half a year since the evening banquet at Bald Mountain in spring, the villagers have squeezed the gifted magic acorns into oil to feed the earth. So far, it seems that the effect is as good as ever.

Carson touched his right ear, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, the furrows on his wrinkled forehead deepened. "It's time to choose sacrifices for the ladies... What should I prepare this year? And which one should I choose to offer?"

After a long time, the distressed Carson took a sip of his pipe, blowing a circle of white smoke into the air from his nostrils.But through the smoke ring, he noticed several abrupt figures.

Five strangers led the horses and walked slowly towards the village.

……

"Who are you?" Carson stopped them at the entrance of the village. Normally, there would not be a single outsider in Lower Valen for several months. Today, five people came at once, which is quite rare.

In addition, these five foreign men were burly, with double swords on their backs, and their eyes, which were completely different from ordinary people, reminded him of experienced hunters, and beasts such as poisonous snakes and falcons.

He frowned.

"Old man, we are travelers from the swamp in the east..." The youngest one showed a gentle smile and looked at the wooden sign at the entrance of the village, "We are also wandering demon hunters. You don't need to be nervous, we It will only show force to monsters, and will never embarrass ordinary people."

Carson took a step back, his eyes scanned the pendant around the witcher's neck vigilantly, and when he glanced at Fulius, his pupils shrank instantly, "The cat sent the witcher? What do you want to do in Lower Valen?"

"I'm passing by your place this time, and I want to ask you something... Did you see a flock of crows flying by this afternoon?"

"Crows? There are no such unlucky animals in Lower Valen." The old village head's voice became louder. "Now I want to ask some of you to leave. Outsiders are not welcome here."

Alarmed by Carson's voice, a dozen or so young and middle-aged men in the village quickly surrounded them, carrying a bunch of hoes, sickles, and pitchforks, their eyes full of undisguised threats and rejection.

This seemed abnormal to the demon hunters. No matter how much they hated them, few people would draw their weapons in front of them, especially in the face of five demon hunters in a group. This kind of provocative behavior was no different from asking for death.

What do the villagers rely on?

The atmosphere in the field became tense.

The cat sent the witcher to quietly press the hilt of the sword behind him. He was so anxious now that he couldn't bear it anymore.

The apprentice was kidnapped and his whereabouts are still unknown, and the kidnapper led himself and his companions to Lower Waren. What does it mean to face this group of ignorant farmers?Simply play with them, or let them - massacre the village?

A smear of blood flashed in Phlius's gray-green pupils, and the knuckles holding the hilt of the sword turned white, and the muscles of the Serrit brothers tensed up, ready to go.

And Roy and Leto exchanged glances.

"Be safe, Owl." Roy reassured his companion, and then turned to the villagers, "Everyone in Lower Valen, please believe that we have no malicious intentions, otherwise we won't come in from the entrance of the village openly."

He stared into Carson's eyes, "If we have bad intentions, we will choose to sneak attack at night..." Roy said with a half-smile, "Let your wives and children lose their husbands and fathers in their sleep."

The voice of the witcher seemed to contain magic power, and the villagers couldn't help being a little scared with a few words.However, some impulsive farmers were irritated by his words!

"kill!"

Among the crowd, a farmer with extremely well-developed chest hair suddenly yelled, his bull's eyes widened, and he suddenly poked forward with a pitchfork.

And his target, the youngest witcher, didn't move and just stared at him, letting his pitchfork stick to the Wyvern breastplate on his chest.

"Boom-"

The yellow light shattered, and the pitchfork stopped without piercing it.

Feeling the strange quietness, the peasant who started his hands swallowed hard, and then conveyed his questioning eyes to the other villagers, as if asking them——

Why don't you go out with me?

"Before you do it, you'd better think carefully," Roy said. "Could it be that the things in your hands are sharper than the steel swords that the demon hunters have honed over time? Your skin is sharper than the pterodactyls and griffins that the demon hunters have killed." To be hard?"

"Want to try it?"

The farmers took a step back in unison, and the "weapons" hung down to the ground.

"What do you want, witcher?"

"An answer..." Roy took the dagger from Fliers and showed it, "It doesn't matter if you didn't see the crows, but you must have seen this dagger? Don't get excited, these are the three ladies The tokens they gave us, they guided us to Lower Valen, I think she definitely needs a message from you."

……

The scale of Lower Waren is not small, there are about a hundred households, and the home of the village chief Carson is located in the center of the village.

"Demon hunter, is this holy artifact really given by the lady?" Carson looked at the dagger, and quickly confirmed that it was the one from the north of the swamp.