The next morning, when the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, the team was ready to go. The dew from last night had not completely dissipated, and it condensed into crystal dewdrops on the grass blades. When the horses' hooves walked over, they brought up fine sprays of water.
Herbert wore a scarlet cloak and rode forward, looking back from time to time to check on the progress of the team. Jace maintained the vigilance of a soldier, constantly scanning the dense forests on both sides of the road.
"According to the current speed of travel," Jace drove his horse parallel to Yavi and said in a low voice, "We will be able to see Tuck Fortress's city wall before noon tomorrow." He raised his head and looked at the sky, "If there are no accidents on the road."
"I hope so." Yavi responded softly, but his eyes never left the ridgeline in the distance. The witcher's keen senses allowed him to detect a strange smell in the air - it was too quiet, not even a bird song. His slender fingers unconsciously touched the hilt of the silver sword, and the cold touch made him feel a little relieved.
The team kept moving forward at a constant speed, with the sound of horse hooves and wheels intertwined into a monotonous rhythm. Jace and Yavi chatted for a while, and the topic changed from the border situation to Witcher Order's current situation. From time to time, the muffled laughter of the female family members came from the carriage behind, adding a bit of vitality to this solemn team.
After a break at noon, the team continued to move forward. Not long after, the mist began to spread in the forest. At first it was just wisps, but it soon became thick, covering the entire road in a milky white haze.
"Damn fog!" Herbert cursed and tugged on the reins, "If this keeps up, we won't be able to reach the reserved campsite before dark."
At this moment, the School of the Wolf badge on Yavi's neck suddenly trembled violently. He suddenly raised his hand to signal the team to stop. This sudden movement made Herbert and Jace rein in their horses in alarm.
"Something's wrong." Yavi whispered, his eyes scanning the depths of the thick fog like a hawk. The female relatives also got off the carriage to stretch their muscles, but seeing Yavi's solemn look, they all wisely kept quiet.
Yavi closed his eyes and Witcher Senses fully opened them. At a level that ordinary people could not perceive, he captured the abnormal magic power fluctuations in the mist. When he suddenly opened his eyes, he unsheathed the silver sword in his right hand and waved his left hand forward--
"Boom!"
Aard Sign's shock wave exploded in the mist, making the leaves rustle. A Foglet lurking thirty steps away was blasted out, its ugly body twisting in mid-air. Yavi stepped forward, and the silver sword flashed with cold light, accurately piercing the monster's head.
Before the sword edge was drawn out, Yavi had already sensed the threat on the right. He turned around and slashed, and the silver sword drew a beautiful arc. The second fog demon screamed and fell to the ground. In the midst of the lightning and flint, the third fog demon rushed from behind--
At the critical moment, Yavi's left hand pinched the Mist Demon's throat like an iron pincer, and blazing flames suddenly burst out from his palm.
"Igni Flame Sign!"
The flames instantly devoured the monster, and the smell of burning permeated the mist. A moment later, Foglet was burned into a charred corpse in the hands of Yavi.
The three monster corpses fell one after another in just a few seconds. Yavi maintained a fighting posture and looked around, confirming that there were no more threats before releasing the fighting posture.
Herbert and Jace exchanged shocked looks. Although they had heard about Yavi's current strength from Mel, seeing him kill three monsters in an instant was beyond their imagination. Jace's hand unconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword, and then he realized that he had not even had time to draw the sword to help.
"That's awesome!" Amy suddenly jumped out from the carriage, her little face flushed with excitement. She danced and gestured. "The second brother's turn just now was so handsome! There are also flames on his hands! Can I learn this?"
Mrs. Maya held on to the door frame of the carriage, her face a little pale. She watched Yavi skillfully shake off the monster blood on the sword, then lowered her head to inspect the charred corpses, her lips trembling slightly. "My child... what have you experienced in these years..."
Yavi put away the silver sword and turned around to find that his family members were all looking at him with strange eyes. He then realized that in their eyes, the smooth killing skills just now were completely different from the young man in his memory when he left home.
"It's just some little tricks." Yavi said lightly, reaching out to rub Amy's hair, "When you grow up, I can teach you a few self-defense tricks." He turned to his mother, his voice softened. "Don't worry, mother, the training of witchers is specifically to deal with these."
Herbert cleared his throat and broke the brief silence. "Everyone should be alert, there may be dangers around here." He gave Yavi a meaningful look, "Let's speed up and get out of here."
Yavi walked at the front of the team without hesitation, the silver sword always on his back, vigilantly scanning the surrounding fog. Strangely enough, after killing those fog monsters, the white fog that was originally so thick that it could not be broken began to gradually dissipate, and the road became clearly visible again.
"Try to arrive at the scheduled camp before evening!" Herbert ordered loudly, and the entire team immediately speeded up. The sound of horse hooves became more rapid, and the sound of wheels rolling over the road became one. Finally, before sunset, they arrived at the scheduled camp, an open area backed by a cliff.
Herbert's tense face finally relaxed a little. He personally arranged for double the number of vigil soldiers and carefully checked the defenses around the camp before returning to the central bonfire to reunite with his family.
"Second brother! Tell me how that flame was created!" Amy circled around Yavi like a little sparrow, his eyes shining in the firelight, "Can I learn it? Can you teach me now?"
Yavi smiled helplessly and took the hot soup from his mother, "That's the Signs of the Demon Hunter. It requires a special physique to use." He deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "And during practice, if you are not careful, your hair will be burnt."
"I'm not afraid!" Amy pouted, but subconsciously touched his braids, causing everyone to chuckle.
Mrs. Maya put a piece of bread into Amy's hand, "Eat slowly, don't choke." Then she looked at Yavi with complicated eyes, and she paused, "Today... thank you for being here."
"These are just minor troubles," Yavi shook his head slightly, his fingers caressing the edge of the soup bowl unconsciously, "Even if I'm not here, with the size of our team, those Foglet wouldn't dare to attack easily."
Herbert suddenly put down his wine glass and looked over with piercing eyes. "In these years... have you encountered other dangerous monsters?"
The crackling of the bonfire reflected the slightly tired face of Yavi. He was silent for a moment, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Last winter, I encountered a frost troll in the northern mountains. That guy was two stories tall and could break rocks with one slap."
Amy immediately opened his eyes and even forgot to chew the bread in his mouth. Jace sat up straight unconsciously.
"The most dangerous one was near Kaer Morhen," Yavi's voice deepened. "A high-level vampire, in order to take revenge on our companions, followed them to the location of our sect. The speed was so fast that even the eyes of the demon hunter could not keep up. My first silver sword was broken in that battle." He subconsciously touched the Moonlight Cursed Blade he was currently wearing, "Fortunately, Master Kharkov and my magic teacher Professor C arrived in time to deal with the high-level vampire. If they had not saved the scene in time, it is estimated that all of our group of demon hunters would have perished there during their apprenticeship period."
Mrs. Maya's hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white. But Yavi quickly changed to a relaxed tone. "But these are nothing. The most troublesome thing is those female night demons who can perform illusions and always like to look like beautiful girls..."
His stories came one after another, sometimes thrilling, sometimes funny. The bonfire gradually became fainter, but no one wanted to get up and leave. In this warm night, Yavi felt for the first time that all these years of life and death could also become a joke that reunited his family.