The herald's words caused Marquis Luitpold to think briefly.
He chuckled lightly, with a probing tone in his tone, "This is really a coincidence."
"Witcher, you have heard what the herald said. It seems that we need to put aside the dispute first."
"Uh-huh----" He cleared his throat and moved his neck.
"I, Luitpold Margrave of Lindenbrog, officially issue a demon hunting commission to you to deal with the golems causing trouble in the fog. Demon hunters, please accept my commission. As for the bounty----"
Vesemir immediately said, "We will take over your mission."
Luitpold The Marquis looked stunned for a moment, and his tone was surprised.
"It's rare. I thought you would take this opportunity to make some excessive demands on me."
"After all, you have always been mercenary."
Vesemir said, "You are right, but not letting monsters harm humans is also the purpose of School of the Wolf demon hunters."
Luitpold Marquis laughed out loud, "Very good, I finally heard something from you that makes me feel comfortable."
"Phoenix, gather your formation and join the security officer."
"Wish you good luck, Witchers."
After that, he turned his horse around, and with the support of the knights, he moved towards the position of the large army.
Seeing Marquis Luitpold disappear in the heavy fog, Eskel said, "Old man, what should we do now? Are we really going to deal with these out-of-control golems?"
"From what I see, the Marquis's attitude doesn't seem to be in a hurry. He seems to be deliberately giving us a chance."
Vesemir lowered his eyes, "Of course, of course we have to deal with the golem, otherwise we will waste this great opportunity and Arwen's plan."
Geralt nodded, School of the Wolf's turnaround has only begun now.
What they want is not temporary happiness, but to regain a foothold in Kaedwen.
Let Kyle·Mohan regain the glory of the past.
"Plan?"
Paul asked in confusion, "I can't even understand what you are talking about. Where are the Arwen people?"
Vesemir looked at the inexperienced Paul people out of the corner of his eye and lowered his voice.
"You will understand after you travel for a few years."
"Let me remind you, we will deal with the golems later. Saving people is the first priority, the more the better. Killing the golems is second, but you can't kill them too fast. You have to do it hard and beautifully, do you understand?"
Paul A few people seem to understand.
Horton raised his eyebrows, "Kill monsters just kill monsters, why is it so fast and slow? Vesemir, your words confused me."
Eskel realized something, shook his head and laughed, "If it doesn't work, just save people, and we can just kill the demon statue."
Grafiakan knight camp.
In a luxurious carriage, a crystal magic chandelier hung on the top of the carriage, emitting a warm yellow luster and making the interior of the carriage warm as spring.
The black silk thread hangs behind the curtain of the compartment door, and there are colorful jewelry hanging, the most eye-catching of which are the four badges in the middle.
Wolf head, Griffin, cat, viper.
As the carriage moves forward, the jewelry continues to collide, making crisp and sweet sounds.
--
A hunchbacked old woman wearing a long black dress sat on the couch.
She wore a headdress that fit tightly on her head and was studded with pearls, and her old face was completely hidden behind a thick black veil.
Her arms were withered from old age, and the loose parts of her cloak revealed the shape of her bones.
She held a silver mirror tightly with her dry fingers, and the tall figure of the purple-robed wizard kept appearing in the mirror.
The words he said kept coming to mind.
"It's nothing more than destroying it again."
Her face was twisted and she kept mumbling.
"Atamont----Atamont----"
The emerald ring on the index finger of the right hand exudes magnificent luster and brings a burning tingling sensation.
But she turned a blind eye.
This mirror was given to her by Ms. Freyja. Under the concealment effect of the amethyst necklace, it successfully evaded Atamont's perception and transmitted the scene over there.
The luster of the emerald ring suddenly dimmed.
Cevahir's heart seemed to have skipped a beat, his expression became sluggish, and memories of the good old days with Atamont kept flashing through his mind.
"It's over----"
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and screams continued.
The chaotic sound of horse hooves brought her back to her senses.
She frowned, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out her hand to slightly pull the corner of the curtain.
"Woo----"
The surroundings were filled with mist, and the screams of struggling could be heard from the right side.
The Grafiakan knight guard standing guard in front of the carriage was suspended in the air, with something pinching his neck.
"Crack."
The knight's head was thrown back in an exaggerated manner.
The eyeballs under the metal helmet bulged, staring desperately at Lady Cevahir.
Cevahir was horrified and immediately withdrew his hand and covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming.
However, the curtain was violently torn apart, and the gem badge hanging on the carriage was torn off and fell to the ground.
A man wearing Grafiakan armor got into the car.
He was covered in armor, with only his eyes exposed.
In the dead eyeballs, the irises shone with an inhuman metallic color.
"Cevahir----Cevahir----"
A hoarse voice came from under the armor.
"Guard! Guard!"
Cevahir screamed and shouted, but the demon in front of him pounced directly on him, grabbing the former's throat with both hands.
"Cevahir----Why----Why don't you save me----"
Cevahir recognized the other party, "Atamont, are you not dead?"
The golem made a staccato voice, "I'm dead----I'm dead----this is just my resentment----answer me----I love you so much----why----why betray me----"
Cevahir heard this, his expression was ferocious, and his eyes were filled with anger.
"You killed Kai, my son, you killed him!"
"He regards you as his father, how can you kill him!?"
"You know?" The demon was sluggish for a moment, and then screamed in pain, "Just because of this scoundrel----you don't save me----
You know what--for his honor--he insulted me in public--said I colluded with you--said I shouldn't see you--"
"Damn----I just got rid of him----let him be beautiful in your memory----"
"Cevahir----It was obviously you who I met first----not him----not Kai----nor Grafiakan----
It's me----it's Atamont of Asgort----"
Cevahir was stunned, tears burst into his eyes, his face began to turn red, he could hardly breathe, and he made a sound in pain.
"Guard----Guard----"
She kept struggling with her hands, slapping those iron-like hands.
The golem's eyes radiated hatred.
"Come with me----Cevahir----Come with me----"
Cevahir's eyes were filled with despair and pleading, "No----Atamont----I don't want to die----"
The golem said firmly, "Come with me - let's go to hell together -"
The curtains were pulled, and wisps of mist poured in from the outside world.
Suddenly, a big hand reached out from behind the golem's shoulder and clasped its neck with its backhand. The neck armor twisted and deformed along with its neck.
Turbid and hot blood burst out from the five fingers and splashed on Cevahir's face.
"Thump!"
The golem's hands loosened and its body fell limply to the ground.
Cevahir covered his neck with both hands and kept coughing.
The black veil had long since fallen on the wooden board, and her heart was filled with the joy of escaping from death.
"Good knight——"
When her eyes first caught sight of the long spiked boots, she suddenly paused.
In his sight, the man who rescued him leaned down and stretched out his right hand with a glove inlaid with silver nails.
He picked up the wolf head badge that fell on the wooden board and wrapped it around his fist.
Those scarlet wolf eyes were tightly attached to the fist, staring at her like a god of death.
Cevahir also saw clearly the yellow vertical pupils under the hood.
The person in front of her was not here to save her, but to kill her.
"Hunting----" she said in horror, but before she could finish her words, her hoarse voice got stuck in her throat.
The sharp edges of the wolf head badge sunk into her face, and her eyes were all scarlet.