Jingguan

"Clang!"

He twirled his sword, flicked away the mixture of oil and blood on Elsa's body, and then sheathed his sword.

A red line of blood appeared on the pure white snow.

"Phew~"

After letting out a long breath, Ailin didn't check the Witcher's Handbook first.

Instead, he went to the Swamp Hag's dismembered body and examined the strange bone on its right arm.

[Name: The Foglet Arm Bone]

[Type: Ritual Items]

[Function: After activating the arm bones using a special method, it can transform into mist]

[Note: Are you sure you want to use this?]

"As expected, it's an item related to the Foglet," Ailin thought to himself.

Next, look at the type section.

"Sacrificial props?"

Ailin muttered to himself, feeling that there seemed to be a lot of information in this.

He recalled the Sorceress told him about "The God of Ill Omen and the Evil God' Sacrifice" the day after he used the Drowner Whistle.

Ailin immediately sensed that something was wrong.

This is a ritual prop, so could this Swamp Hag be a priest?

Do Swamp Hag, these kinds of monsters, also have their own gods?

How come we haven't heard Vesemir and the others mention something so important?

Ailin's mind went blank for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He shook his head, sighed, and thought to himself:

"Forget it, I still know too little about the gods in the Witcher world. I can't come up with anything important by forcing myself to think about it."

Moreover, judging from the notes, it seems that he is also unable to use this item.

then.

Ailin removed the arm bone from the Swamp Hag's right arm and put it in his backpack, planning to ask the Sorceress about it when he saw her that night.

Then, Ailin used his mind to open the Witcher's Handbook to check his haul.

[Slay the Level 31 "Swamp Hag" Monster Horde!]

[Rewards Settlement: Victory over the enemy, base rating D, kill above level +3 to C, decapitation strike deterrence +3 to B, victory against overwhelming odds +3 to A]

Final rating: A

[Loot obtained: Swamp Hag's Heart Essence Fluid, Drowner Heart Essence Fluid *13, Experience Orbs *12, Swamp Hag's Chest *5, Drowner's Chest *5]

[Ding! The Monster Bestiary "Swamp Hag" has been activated in the Monster Encyclopedia]

[Ding! Hunting Quest: Swamp Hag I (Slay 0/100 Swamp Hag) has been activated. Accept?]

"No wonder she's so powerful; the Swamp Hag is indeed of a very high level."

"However, my level is the sum of the levels of my ordinary skills, but what exactly determines the level of a monster?"

Out of curiosity, he mentally flipped through the previous Demon Hunter evaluations.

"Drowners King level 26, Old Spearhead level 24, Foglet level 19..."

The Foglet is understandable, but the Drowners King and the Old Spearhead are clearly much stronger than the Swamp Witch in terms of strength, level, and the blessing of Chaos Magic.

However, their rating in the Witcher's Handbook was much lower than that of the Swamp Witch.

why is that?

Could it be that there are two different rating systems for large monsters and ordinary monsters?

Some questions have surfaced in my mind, but they are destined to remain unanswered for now.

He was already very familiar with this situation. The Witcher's Handbook's Notes always seemed to be shrouded in mystery in front of him. The more he explored and learned, the more mysteries seemed to be revealed.

Ailin shook his head and then looked down.

With high-level monsters present, even lower-level monsters can bring decent benefits.

It's a pity that the Main Quest haven't appeared for a long time, and most of the quests that are active now are hunting quests, otherwise the rating could have been raised another level.

"It can be considered a small success."

After reading the system notification and accepting the Swamp Hag's hunting quest, Ailin closed his Witcher's Handbook.

"Rustle, rustle~"

After a few sounds of clothes being rummaged through, Ailin took out the Material Bag and then removed the Drowner Tongue and Drowner Brain one by one.

Although the Sorceress had all the materials he needed, since he was already there, he might as well kill her.

We can't just let the materials go to waste like this.

About ten minutes later, Ailin removed all the materials from the water ghost and retrieved the empty bottle of Necrophage Oil.

But they ran into trouble with the Swamp Hag.

He had never processed materials from Swamp Hag before, but this was a fairly high-level monster, so he couldn't just leave it here.

"Eh~"

"I wish I had a radish too."

Ailin sighed, washed the Swamp Hag's head slightly with snow, and then hung it around his waist.

Then, carrying the corpse on his back, he continued towards the Circle of Elements.

The winter day was cloudless, with a clear blue sky.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, the lake was calm and still, as if even the wind had been frozen.

The trees on both sides of Killer Lake were covered with snow and frost, standing there motionless.

It resembles an oil painting depicting mountains, rivers, trees, and shrubs.

"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"

Slightly heavy footsteps tread on the snow.

With Ailin's physique and the thick leather armor she wore, she certainly didn't feel cold.

The extra weight of another person on his body caused him to work harder during the journey, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the cotton cloth on his leather armor.

As Ailin walked close to the shore of the Ghost Lake, he kept a watchful eye on the shadows in the woods to his left.

In the first few days after I transmigrated here, after learning about the Trial of the Mountains from Vesemir, I asked the Witcher Master a question in confusion:

"Do we have to swim to get to Old Spearhead's cave? Can't we just walk from the shore?"

Vesemir rolled his eyes, as if he had asked something stupid:

"Swim across and you'll have a chance to live; go across from either side of the lake and you'll surely die."

He didn't quite understand at the time, but after the Swamp Hag's lesson, he truly understood.

Hidden dragons and crouching tigers lurk in the forests on both sides of Killer Lake.

Ailin had only strayed slightly from Killer Lake, without venturing deep into it, when he encountered Swamp Hag whose level was about ten levels higher than his.

If it weren't for that monster choosing the wrong strategy, using the Foglet's skill that was countered by the Necrophage Oil, it wouldn't have been able to deal with Ailin.

Actually, we might not have lost so badly.

Even if Ailin hadn't been wary of the water ghost's unusual aggression, he might have been hit by that snowball mixed with his own secrets.

With four water ghosts and the ever-watchful high-level Swamp Hag, Ailin would at least suffer some injuries.

However, on the other hand...

Given the Swamp Hag's slow movement speed on land, she might not have risked going ashore to hunt without that mist-transforming artifact.

So, is everything we do preordained by fate?

Thinking of this, Ailin shook his head.

Aside from opening treasure chests, he doesn't believe in fate, nor can he believe in it.

If everything is predetermined, should Kaer Morhen not be saved?

"Eh~"

Thinking of the war that destroyed the School of the Wolf, Ailin's heart sank, and he was about to continue thinking about how to change his fate.

suddenly,

A gust of wind blew, and a thick, pungent smell of blood filled his nostrils.

The moment Ailin looked in the direction of the smell, he froze.

He saw it at the end of his line of sight.

A mound of Jingguan a type of mound of human remains) stands there!

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