"Buzz buzz!"
The silver portal twisted violently in the air, making a sound like the chirping of insects.
Accompanied by the strong wind, a man in black robe walked out of the distorted circle of light.
He stepped on the muddy ground covered with fallen leaves and put on a wizard's hood.
Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, the fragrance of the earth made him feel refreshed.
He moved his wrist. This was his first time using the portal, and the dizziness was not strong.
This feeling is like when driving in Blue Star. If you hold the steering wheel, you won't feel anything. Instead, the person sitting in the co-pilot will feel dizzy, which will be stronger or weaker depending on your physical condition.
After looking around, I could see alder trees everywhere, and I heard the chirping of insects and birds. He appeared out of thin air and scared away a moose.
The mountains behind you are like a barrier, and mist surrounds the mountainside.
He pressed the center of his eyebrows with his thumb. Without too many spatial anchors, he could only teleport nearby and came to the west of the Kestrel Mountains.
The dark eyes, the irises exploded with metallic luster.
The mental power spreads out silently like water waves. Meditation Method Iv3, as well as the blessing of mutants, the range of perception has reached one thousand meters.
I didn't detect any dangerous aura, but instead felt a commotion not far away.
There is a small town just ahead.
Arwen's eyes lit up.
He raised his hand to straighten his clothes and walked towards the town.
The reddish-brown bricks and tiles in the town reflect their luster in the sunlight, which is quite characteristic of Redania.
The main road was muddy, with puddles of melted snow everywhere, horse manure mixed with mud, and deep creases left by wooden wheels.
The tinkling sound of forging could be heard from the blacksmith shops on both sides of the town, and residents were coming and going in a hurry.
The beggar at the entrance of the village kept tapping the pottery bowl in his hand, trying to get some copper coins from passers-by to feed himself.
Arwen looked at the two-story building on the left. The signboard on the door was eroded black by wind and rain.
The pattern on the signboard is still barely visible, it is a pig holding a wine barrel.
Tavern: Drunken Boar.
Pushing open the oak door, a wave of heat mixed with a complex smell hit my face.
The pub was crowded and noisy.
"Oh, damn guy, how could you have this card? Are you a cheater?"
"Fuck you, this is a card trick! Do you understand! Country ghost! It's your turn to pay for this bottle of beer!"
Two people at the next table were drinking Gwent. The sour smell of inferior beer fermented in the air, and the onlookers kept shouting.
Arwen glanced at it without much interest. His eyes were quickly attracted by the big iron pot on the fire in front of the fireplace.
There was an extremely strong and greasy food aroma wafting there, the smell of garlic, marjoram and nutmeg intertwined, making people's fingers lick their fingers.
Now I urgently need a hot meal and a glass of cold beer to treat myself.
When I walked to the bar, the owner of the tavern, a bald middle-aged man, was wiping wooden wine glasses with a rag.
After seeing Arwen dressed in an exquisite black robe, the tavern owner's face was immediately filled with smiles.
"Oh! Welcome to Drunken Boar! Distinguished guest! Do you need anything?"
If it were in the past, the tavern owner would never be as enthusiastic as he is now when he sees Arwen, especially the demon hunter's unique pale skin and beastly pupils.
The tavern owner diligently cleared a relatively clean table in the corner.
"Please have a seat, please have a seat! What would you like to order?"
"We've got the best boar chops, roasted pork liver, buttered bread, and--"
The owner of the tavern talked a lot and made a lot of remarks.
Arwen sat on a round wooden bench and took out ten crowns out of thin air.
When the tavern owner saw the golden coin, his eyes suddenly shone.
"One of your favorite stews, with extra nutmeg, roasted vegetables and ribs, and a side of white bread."
Arwen raised his finger and paused in his voice, "By the way, give me another glass of ice-cold Vizima Champion beer. Remember, you are not allowed to add water to me, you know!"
"Hey, sir, look at what you said. The beer in my shop has just been shipped from Temeria. It is guaranteed to be authentic. Just wait."
Speaking of this, the tavern owner kept rubbing his hands and staring at the gold coins.
Arwen transferred the crown to him.
"You are so generous and generous. I wish you good health and the food will be brought to you soon."
The tavern owner spoke out his compliments without hesitation, leaned over, got into the kitchen and started shouting.
Arwen relaxed his shoulders, and the long-lost smell of fireworks put him in a very good mood.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the tavern, uniform and uniform, and the sound of armor plates clashing.
The originally noisy pub suddenly became much quieter.
Arwen turned around and saw a group of Redania troops wearing studded leather armor, fully armed and crossing the street.
They held long guns in their hands, and at the rear of the team were pushing several crossbows loaded with giant crossbow arrows.
"It's the Viscount's guard. Gods above me, they even brought out the crossbow. What happened? Is there an enemy coming?"
The bearded businessman in green robe lowered his voice with panic in his tone.
"Don't you know yet? In the forest to the east, monsters have been causing trouble recently, and many people have died——"
The thin man at the table with him replied in a low voice.
"It is said to be a flying dragon. It has eaten half of the horses in the stable. The Viscount was furious, and there was nothing that could be done about it."
"It's so noisy that no one dares to go logging there anymore. The lumber mills are about to close down."
Arwen raised his eyebrows and didn't pay much attention to this exaggerated rumor.
Light footsteps stepped on the wooden floor, making a crunching sound.
A plump blonde maid with freckles on her cheeks walked over quickly, holding a wooden tray in her hand and placing the steaming food on the wooden table.
After she noticed Arwen's clothes and face, her face was filled with a charming smile.
She bent down and placed the steaming food on the wooden tray on the table. She also raised her chest with her hands from time to time, revealing the white and turbulent scene.
"Guest, this is your food."
Arwen picked up the table knife, cut off a juicy piece of stewed meat and stuffed it into his mouth. The juices filled his mouth and overflowed, giving him a great sense of satisfaction.
Do you know what it was like to eat frozen food every day for six years?
While swallowing the food, he took out a crown and gently pushed it to the corner of the table.
With a smile on her lips, she said, "This beautiful lady, can you tell me what the situation is like with the army outside? Are there really flying dragons around here?"
As a waiter in a tavern, there is a mixed crowd, so the information you know must be more reliable than others.
The blonde maid's breathing quickened when she saw a full gold coin.
He swiftly swept the gold into his apron pocket.
"Oh, sir, you are so generous. Don't listen to their nonsense. There is no flying dragon here. It's just Basilisk."
"Basilisk?" Arwen sounded confused.
According to common sense, maids like them should not be able to tell the specific name of the monster.
"How did you know?"
The blonde maid leaned down and whispered, "I have a good sister who works as a laundry servant in the lord's castle. I heard it from her."
At this point, she paused and said, "Also, I heard her say that the lord spent a lot of money to hire a monster hunter a few days ago. Oh, my good sister also saw him. He looked scary. He had two swords on his back and his eyes were bright, like the eyes of a poisonous snake. They all called him a demon hunter."
Arwen paused slightly with the knife cutting the grilled ribs, then raised his head, "Witcher?"
"Do you know his name? Or where he is?"
The blond girl shook her head, "This is the Lord's business. How dare I know about it."
"If it's not human, it should be in the alder forest to the east."
After saying that, she glanced at Arwen coquettishly and winked, wishing she could sit directly on the latter's lap.
Arwen smiled politely and took out another silver coin, "Go and do your work. I'll give this to you too."
The blonde girl excitedly swept the coins into her pocket.
"If you have any other needs, master, you must come to me."
After saying that, she twisted her waist and went to entertain the guests at other tables.
Arwen sped up his eating speed, took a big gulp of the ice-cold Vizima Champion beer, and burped.
Quick brain analysis.
An ordinary Basilisk would never have made such a big noise, and even alerted the lord's bed crossbow.
What could it be, a wyvern?
Arwen wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.
As a demon hunter, since he is a monster, he must join in the fun.
Arwen followed the tracks left by the army on foot, heading towards the lush alder forest to the east.
After leaving the sight of ordinary people, his legs were slightly bent, and powerful strength exploded in his calf muscles.
"Boom!"
Arwen's body moved in the mountains like a ghost.
The majestic spiritual power swept away in all directions.
[Blood Intuition] Under the circumstances, the heartbeats, flapping wings, and breathing of all living creatures within a kilometer around him, and even the beetles crawling under the leaves, all appeared in his mind.
While searching, I also saw many precious alchemical herbs.
Zinnia, aconite grass----
Arwen naturally wouldn't let it go. He hooked his finger in the air, and Atamont Ring's silver light bloomed, all of which were included in the space ring.
In Alzur's laboratory, Arwen also identified the Atamont Ring in his hand to Ida·Amin.
--
There is indeed a trace of Elder Blood's power inside the ring, which is why it has such a large folding space.
But unfortunately, if you want to travel around the world like Ciri, this energy is completely insufficient.
However, if the real Elder Blood can be found, this ring can be used as a medium, and it may be able to grant the ability to travel through the world.
suddenly.
The mental power spread to a cave and captured two breaths.
Their heartbeats were extremely slow, only thirty or forty beats per minute, which was half that of an ordinary person.
He was very familiar with this, it was the heartbeat sound after the Grasses mutation.
Arwen paused, his dark pupils lit up, "It's him----"
At the entrance of the cave, there were two men standing with two long swords on their backs.
One of them had slightly curly brown hair and dark green cat eyes locked deep in the dark and humid cave.
A ferocious wolf head badge hung on the black leather armor inlaid with silver ingots.
He took out the [Cat] and [Swallow] potions and drank them all into his mouth.
Behind him stood a slightly greener boy, dressed similarly to the former.
He had short, spiky brown hair and was fanning himself vigorously with his hands while muttering something in his mouth.
"This is an unimaginably big fucking pile of shit!"
His voice was hoarse and harsh.
"This smell is just like three days of undigested onions and garlic stuffed into smelly socks mixed with stinky smell! What did I do wrong in my previous life to come to this damn place! Aiken, we should sit on the soft bed and let the girl pour wine for us!"
Aiken twitched the corner of his mouth, "Shut up, Lambert, drink the magic potion, and check the silver sword and equipment."
Lambert shrugged, "Okay, okay, I listen to you. Who told you to be the boss now?"
As he spoke, he checked the silver sword neatly and drank the [Cat] and [Swallow] potions. His body trembled involuntarily, and black veins spread across his unhandsome face.
Lambert spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.
"Bah, it still tastes so bad."
The two walked into the cave, and the feces and pungent smell all over the floor made them frown.
Lambert couldn't help but whispered, "I bet that one day, I will also walk around in the belly of a group of vampires or ugly monsters with wings and become one of the excrement on the ground. I can guarantee it."
Aiken seems to have become accustomed to it and is too lazy to pay attention to his poisonous tongue.
Suddenly, he made a gesture, and the two of them stopped, lowered their bodies, and even their breathing paused.
Lambert Although he keeps saying negative things, he will still quickly enter the hunting state when encountering situations.
"Roar!"
A hoarse roar came from the depths of the cave.
The two subconsciously clung to the stone walls on both sides, holding the silver sword tightly in their hands.
A lizard with an extremely ugly appearance slowly crawled out from the shadows.
It had a head with a beak like a vulture, and a string of disgusting red tumors hanging from the lower part of its throat.
There are fine dark green hard scales on the back, and crescent-like purple membrane wings extend along the sides of the forelimbs.
On its two thick and powerful hind limbs, there are huge sickle-like pointed claws extending out.
Basilisk.
Aiken glanced at Lambert, and the two of them quietly touched it.
Two silver lights flashed rapidly in the dark cave, and the brilliance of Signs intertwined.
"Boom!"
Aard Sign exploded, and the sound caused by the shock wave echoed in the cave.
Basilisk A miserable whimper came from his mouth.
In less than a minute, Aiken pulled out the silver sword inserted in Basilisk's throat.
Dark red blood splashed all over the floor.
Lambert stepped on the bird's beak with his spiked boots, shook the silver sword in his hand, made a sword show, and scattered the blood.
"Ha! That's it?"
"Vesemir still describes it as an earth dragon in an old-fashioned way? This is not a shot of Aard Sign that will blast it from the ceiling into this stinky shit pit, so that you can cut its throat with your eyes closed."
"Let's talk first, this time I have the credit, and I want half of the reward."
Lambert's voice was filled with a little pride.
Aiken frowned and looked dimly into the depths of the cave.
There, he heard heavy footsteps, rushing towards them.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Lambert's frivolous expression quickly turned serious. "Some big guy is coming.
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Aiken said speechlessly, "Why don't you shut up your bad mouth? Your Aard Sign has disturbed them."
Lambert grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, licked his lower lips, and stood ready.
"Isn't this better? When you go to someone else's house, you always have to ring the doorbell."