"Tsk!"
The mob's body trembled violently and became stiff, their eyes protruded, and blood continued to cough out from their mouths.
Baron Marcus hides behind the shield guard.
"Shoot the arrows at him! Shoot the arrows at him! Take aim. Don't shoot all the arrows at once. His witchcraft will block the arrows!"
Arwen frowned slightly, the baron seemed to know the witcher's Quen Sign.
"Ulysses, you lead four people forward, surround him from the flanks, poke his buttocks with a long halberd, I will reward you greatly if you catch him, I will hang his body on this weeping willow!"
"Yes, sir."
The guard showed a playful look on his face and led four people forward, holding their shields.
Arwen dragged the body around and thought to himself.
"If we want to end this chaotic scene, we must capture this baron first."
Arwen took a step, and an arrow passed through his side, followed by a scream that cut through the air.
"Hum!"
The arrow hit the steps behind Temple of Melitele, bursting out with brilliant sparks, leaving a little white mark.
The shape of the arrow is similar to a harpoon. If you are shot by it, a piece of flesh will be severely cut out.
Looking through the cat's eyes, Baron Marcus had a ferocious look on his face, and he reached out and made a gesture on his neck.
"Go to hell with this Melitele, Monstrum!"
Arwen Scanning the surroundings with his peripheral vision, the thugs had long since been retreated, leaving a circle of open space. Only the five guards were slowly moving forward.
Just when he was about to take action, an old voice came from behind him.
"Witcher, hold your breath."
Arwen didn't look back, a glass bottle flew over his head, the pink liquid inside the bottle was shining brightly.
Baron Marcus The archer beside him reacted quickly, aimed his arrow quickly, and shot out an arrow, shattering the glass bottle.
"Pah!"
The liquid in the bottle did not scatter like raindrops, but evaporated into a pink mist.
Arwen Hold your breath, smoke explodes above your head, like a thick pink cloud, sinking quickly.
When the surrounding thugs saw this strange phenomenon, they turned around and ran away in a hurry. However, as they pulled each other, they were suppressed by the pink cloud.
"Hehe... hehe..."
Heavy breathing sounds continued to sound, and the air was directly sucked out of the lungs. The pain of Suffocation made their eyes black, their bodies kept shaking, and they fell to the ground.
Those armored guards were even more like this. They staggered and didn't even have the strength to hold their halberds and shields. They fell to one knee on the ground, pulled off their helmets, covered their chests, their faces turned purple, and they kept sucking in big breaths.
Outside of the pink smoke cloud, Baron Marcus could not see the situation inside at all, and felt shocked that something was not good.
"Whoops!"
The smoke cloud was broken, and a figure flew out from it, with a black cloak rustling.
Baron Marcus had already become frightened in his heart and urged him sternly.
"It's him! Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!"
The archer quickly aimed and shot ten arrows through the air, turning the figure in the sky into a hedgehog.
"Dang!"
The figure fell to the ground, Baron Marcus's eyes condensed, showing a look of fear.
The person wrapped in the black cloak was not a demon hunter at all, but a mob that was already dead.
While he was dazed, a shadow suddenly rushed out of the smoke at a speed like a ghost. It was only a breath away from the distance of a hundred steps, and it rushed in front of him.
The remaining five armored guards had not expected this situation, and a strong force had already swept across the shield.
"Boom!"
Under the sound of gold and iron clashing, there was a huge force like a landslide and tsunami.
The armored guards' hands and bones trembled, their shields were shattered, and their defense lines were forcefully broken open.
The giant sword rotated and drew three black full moons.
[Whirling Blade].
The armor was dented, broken, blood and screams followed one after another.
Baron Marcus was so horrified that the black-haired demon was reflected in his pupils, and he ran towards the weeping willow forest behind him in panic.
The archer nocked his arrow again.
A fan-shaped impact blasted out.
The powerful impact directly blew their bodies away.
Panic spread among the archers, and their will to fight quickly collapsed.
Baron Marcus kept running away, breathing heavily, listening to the screams behind him, which was so frightening that even the souls of the deceased were dying.
Suddenly, the whining behind him stopped.
His body froze instantly, and someone grabbed the collar at the back of his neck.
Baron Marcus swallowed, slowly turned his head, and looked into those cat eyes.
"Witcher... spare your life..."
Before he finished speaking, a fist studded with silver nails came towards him.
"Stuck!"
He screamed in pain, with stars in his eyes. Under the broken bridge of his nose, nosebleeds continued to flow out, staining his entire lower jaw red.
Arwen put away his sword and dragged his body towards Temple of Melitele like a dead dog.
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship experience +5!]
[Quen, Aard, Igni Sign experience +1!]
The pink smoke began to dissipate, and there were figures lying on the surrounding bluestone ground.
Their chests kept rising and falling, like wild dogs with broken legs and blown lungs, ready to be slaughtered.
The power of this magic potion also shocked Arwen's heart.
A white-haired old woman stood at the door of the temple, leaning on a cane, looking toward the distant horizon.
It was Asumpta, the high priest of the temple, who took action.
Arwen bowed slightly.
High Priest Asumpta nodded in response, and then sighed.
"Disaster is coming, the era of blood and fire is coming, well..."
As she spoke, she turned around and walked towards the interior of the temple with difficulty.
Arwen entered the temple, and Nenneke came towards him.
The former looked at the white-haired old woman, "Asumpta, mama, she..."
Nenneke said, "The high priest is getting older. This may be her last attack. How is the situation outside?"
Arwen said, "It's over, the pink smoke made them all fall down."
"It's [Suffocation] potion, the masterpiece of the high priest, and there are only a few bottles in the temple."
"Where is Mia?"
Nenneke turned slightly to the side and got out of sight. Not far away, Mia's body was lying on the ground, with two nuns taking care of him.
Arwen knows Flavia, who once taught history at Kyle·Mohan, and Ellid, whom they met last time.
"Don't worry, the knife is not poisonous and the injury is not serious."
Arwen breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at Baron Marcus who was struggling in his hands.
The other party wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and shouted inwardly.
"You witches, Monstrum, what do you mean by your looks?"
"Do you want to kill me? I am a baron and a noble!"
"Killing a noble is a serious crime. Kaedwen's Public Security Act will not let you go."
Nenneke frowned, with disgust in his tone.
"Owen·Marcus, do you need me to remind you?"
"Although Melitele is not as strong as Novigrad Church of the Eternal Fire, he has also come into contact with some upper-class nobles in recent years, including many wives of high-ranking nobles, including judges."
"Besides, Kaedwen's Public Security Law does not state that the Baron can storm regular religious venues without any reason."
"If you go to court, it's you who will die."