Arwen's spiked boots stepped on the dirt road, leaving behind a series of faint bloody footprints. The whole Shoemaker Village was silent.
The midday sun was shining brightly, but it still couldn't dispel the cold air of the northern country.
Holt has been waiting at the entrance of the village for a long time, with his arms folded across his chest and the corners of his mouth raised in a slight arc.
Beside him stood two riding horses.
"Is everything solved now?"
Arwen weighed the money bag in his hand.
"After a rough search, I found about 200 crowns in cash, and the rest are checks from the dwarven bank."
Holt put down his hands, "Don't think about the checks. Even if you are the owner of these checks, you will have to go through a lot of trouble to get the money out of the hands of those stingy and shrewd dwarves."
Arwen Put your wallet away and know this very well.
Later, Geralt wanted to withdraw the bounty from Toussaint that had dealt with Succubus, but after going through a series of tedious processes, he finally persuaded the other party with the help of a steel sword.
His eyes focused on the sword hilt exposed on Holt's right shoulder.
The opponent's swordsmanship came to mind.
Whether it's the old-fashioned way to kill Hound of the Wild Hunt,
Still calm and calm when dealing with those unruly people.
I'm afraid I can handle being surrounded by knights with ease.
Also, this swordsmanship was something he had never seen in Kyle Mohan.
"Holt, the swordsmanship you just performed was not School of the Wolf's?"
Holt smiled and said, "Are you curious?"
After this cooperation, he felt that the black-haired demon hunter in front of him became more and more appetizing, especially his attitude towards dealing with unruly people, which he liked very much.
"Your swordsmanship is similar to that of Geralt. You follow the same path as Vesemir, especially the diagonal slash after turning. Combined with your giant sword, the destructive power is amazing."
"But," he said emphatically, "It's missing something, subtlety and elegance."
Arwen frowned, "Exquisite? Elegant? This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the giant sword, right?"
"No, no, I have seen Bernjof hunting monsters. Absolute control of power and momentum, isn't it a kind of elegance?"
"Momentum..."
Arwen seemed to understand something when he heard this word.
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship experience +5!]
"Yes, there is another point. You cannot fall into monotony and habit when killing people. You need to change your methods."
"For example, if you are used to stepping forward with your left foot and doing a diagonal chop with your right hand, sometimes you might as well try a left diagonal chop. Do you want to try it? It won't take long."
Speaking of this, Holt glanced at the pitchfork next to his feet.
The silver light fell, and the steel sword slashed towards the wooden pole connected to the fork head, and the cuts were extremely neat.
Arwen was so happy that he bent down, picked up a pitchfork scattered on the ground, and broke the joint.
"Come on."
Arwen stepped out with his right foot suddenly, turned his body halfway, and made a backhand slash down suddenly, making the sword roar.
Holt hurriedly ducked sideways. Just by listening to the wind, he could clearly feel the strength of the opponent.
This is the signature move of School of the Wolf Vesemir.
He retreated repeatedly, "Yes, your power is already superior to Geralt and me. It is extraordinary, but there is still something missing, elegance, you know?"
After the words fell, Holt no longer dodge, took a big step forward with his right foot, followed by a powerful small spin attack, and stepped forward.
The whole action is done in one go.
Arwen was shocked in his heart and was forced to block.
"Dang!"
The moment the sticks came into contact, they separated in an instant.
Holt bowed and said, "Look carefully."
Stepping forward with his left foot, he suddenly made a left diagonal slash, followed by a small roundhouse strike.
Arwen[Dual Souls] is running, paying full attention to every move of Holt. Its moves are smooth and extremely aggressive.
Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of my eyes.
Before he could see anything clearly, a rush of wind exploded from his ears, and his temples stung faintly.
When he reacted, Holt's wooden stick was already placed next to Arwen's temple.
Fast, too fast.
This was the first thought in his mind.
With this ability to send and receive freely, the other party's attainments in swordsmanship can definitely be called a master.
Holt took back the stick with a smile in his eyes.
Arwen asked, "What was that sword just now?"
Holt said, "As I said just now, it's exquisite."
After a while, black smoke billowed out from the Shoemaker Village.
The two rode back on horseback, Holt taking the trouble to explain the moves just now.
"In short, it starts with a diagonal slash, then two small turns to adjust the body position, and finally a triple change of moves."
"The whole thing must pay attention to the combination of reality and reality, and cannot be rigid. Once the enemy's flaw is discovered, it must be fatal with a single blow."
Arwen listened carefully, constantly deducing the sword moves Holt said in his mind.
[Unnamed sword skill detected, now being unlocked]
"Did you create this sword move? What's its name?"
Holt shook his head, "No, I learned it from a master of swordsmanship."
"School of the Wolf Sword Dance's dodge and maneuver are very suitable for dealing with monsters, but it is still lacking for killing humans."
"However, there is a demon hunter school of swordsmanship that is proficient in killing."
Arwen paused, "School of the Cat?"
"Well," Holt nodded, "It is indeed left by the demon hunters of School of the Cat. If you encounter them in the future, you must be careful. This feinting move is very vicious."
[School of the Cat Witcher Swordsmanship experience +15!]
[School of the Cat Witcher Swordsmanship Lv1:15/100]
Three days later.
Arwen and Holt stood under the weeping willow forest, looking at Temple of Melitele who was surrounded by troops in the distance.
These heavily armored knights have exquisite armor, lifelike unicorn horses on their chests, and gemstone emblems.
"They are the knights of Marquis Upper March. Their combat power is astonishing. They have never been at a disadvantage when fighting elves."
"Arwen," Holt pointed at the metal shackles on the waists of the knights.
"See that? It's Dimeritium."
Dimeritium, as the name suggests, as long as you wear this thing, your magic power will be suppressed and you will become weak and powerless.
The aloof mage was instantly reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered.
But for mortals who cannot control magic power, it has no other function except as a shackle.
"It seems that the Marquis is very well prepared. I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome to enter the temple."
Arwen shook his head, "It's not that troublesome."
As he spoke, he raised his right arm, and the Raven on his shoulder flew up and hovered above their heads.
Soon, a white-haired demon hunter came over.
"Geralt, what's the current situation of the temple?"
Arwen asked in a low voice.
Geralt frowned. "The Marquis' army surrounded this place. What's strange is that they didn't suppress it directly with force. Instead, they gave a seven-day deadline to ask the temple to hand over the high priest. Today is the fifth day."
"Where is Ms. Freyja?" Arwen asked.
"In a cave not far from here, the Marquis brought Dimeritium. The portal cannot enter or leave the temple."
"We have to speed up, Arwen, have you found any good news?"
Arwen nodded, and Geralt had joy in his eyes.
"Then let's go meet up first and talk after we meet up."