After learning that not only had his wife been taken, but his daughter had also rushed into the forest, the Bloody Baron naturally could no longer sit still. He immediately led his personal guards into the woods with Ciri's group. Fang Zheng merely followed behind them, strolling along while curiously watching the guards boast and chatter.
Ever since learning about Witchers from Ciri, Fang Zheng had had a question on his mind.
Why did this world even have Witchers?
Indeed, this world had monsters and ghosts, but based on Fang Zheng's experiences along the way, most of the monsters here were not particularly formidable. Gryphons, for example, could fly and were somewhat ferocious, but they possessed no special magical powers. They could neither summon whirlwinds nor breathe fire.
The monsters ordinary people encountered most often were Ghouls and Water Ghouls. Aside from their strange appearances, these two types of monsters had nothing particularly remarkable about them. They certainly were not like the Demon Beasts of the Semurian Continent, where even a little roadside rat could hurl a fireball at you.
As for Witchers themselves, they could indeed use a certain degree of magic. But in Fang Zheng's eyes, those spells were merely supportive in nature and not particularly powerful. To put it bluntly, even low-level Orbal Magic from the Semurian Continent far surpassed the effects of a Witcher's spells.
That meant that, if possible, the people of this world could have organized ordinary people into teams specifically dedicated to hunting monsters. Was that really so difficult?
Of course, Ciri had also told Fang Zheng that Witchers possessed many powerful abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Though these monsters looked rather ordinary, their attacks were poisonous. Witchers were immune to all sorts of toxins. Not only that, they had a