With the addition of several demon hunters, the monsters on the mountain are now in serious trouble.
What kind of monster can take turns with four legged men?
Basically, it's like chopping melons and vegetables, and destroying the monster's genealogy in one piece.
It's more than that.
The witchers also found the remains of the victims of the siege of Kaer Morhen in the tower that looked like ruins.
Some of them have even become demon spirits that have been trapped in place for who knows how many years and cannot be freed.
The crowd burned their remains and the items that kept them in this world.
Set them free.
One week later.
The monster lair near the castle has finally been cleared, and Harpy can no longer be seen circling like a vulture in the sky.
Looking at Lambert, she is still a little reluctant to leave.
People were cleaning the blood stains on their coats by the river.
Geralt sat on a fallen tree trunk and asked while polishing his silver sword.
"We'll go back together after they finish washing their clothes."
Lynn shook his head.
"I'm going somewhere, do you want to come with me?"
Geralt paused at the polishing action. "Are there any places that haven't been cleaned up?"
"No, it's something else," Lynn glanced at Eskel and Lambert who were standing a little further away, "It's just the two of us. If they are present, something bad might happen."
Lynn didn't say what they were going to do later.
But Geralt didn't ask either.
Because he knows that Lynn will not harm him.
So after Eskel and Lambert had cleaned the blood stains on their clothes, they made an excuse and walked in the opposite direction.
Geralt made a lot of ideas.
What they didn't expect was that the place they were going to was actually a mountain of trolls.
A rock troll was guarding the mountain, and the witcher could be seen from afar.
This time, it did not throw stones, but greeted Lynn and Geralt with enthusiasm, friendliness, and a bit of clumsiness.
"Witcher, my friend, are you going to the mountain through the troll's mountain again?"
Lynn motioned to Geralt to let him talk. "No, I came here specifically to see you."
The troll scratched his head naively.
"Look at us?"
Obviously, apart from their family of three, they have never had any relatives or friends come to visit them, so they do not understand the meaning of Lynn.
"Yeah, it's not convenient to talk here. Come on, take me to your camp." After a pause, Lynn added, "You wouldn't refuse a friend's request, right?"
The troll nodded.
Then he shook his head again.
He hesitated and looked at Geralt beside him with some vigilance.
"You are a friend, of course there is no problem, but he..."
Before Geralt could speak, Lynn spoke first.
"He is my friend, and of course he is also the troll's friend. If you don't believe it, look at it."
He turned around and asked Geralt.
"Geralt, you won't hurt these poor, innocent trolls, right?"
At this time, Geralt was a little confused as a monk.
Even he didn't understand what Lynn was planning to do.
However, he still said what he meant.
"As long as they don't harm humans."
Lynn spread his hands. "You see it."
Troll Hanhan is troll Hanhan.
I actually believed it.
So, it led the way, followed by Lynn and Geralt.
Glancing at the troll walking in front, Geralt couldn't help but ask, "Lynn, what are you planning to do?"
"Give them gifts."
Giving gifts to trolls?
Geralt was suddenly in a mess in the wind.
Soon, the troll camp arrived.
It's said to be a camp, but it's actually in a cave.
After being attacked by Harpy last year, the rock trolls thought of a good way to restrain Harpy.
That is to build a camp in a cave.
As long as Harpy can't fly, even if they are all added together, they are no match for the trolls.
In the cave, Lynn and Geralt saw two other trolls.
Trolls are not very smart, and talking politely to them is useless, so Lynn chose to get straight to the point and get to the point.
"Here, this is a gift for you."
With a wave of his hand, he took out the corpses of Harpy killed in the past few days from the magic pattern leather bag and threw them to the ground.
Due to magic, the items placed in the magic pattern leather bag will not be affected by the passage of time.
Therefore, even these corpses of Harpy have been placed in the magic pattern leather bags for several days.
But they haven't rotted yet.
As fresh as freshly killed.
The trolls stared with big eyes. "This meat, the demon hunter gave it to the trolls?"
Although the three of them were born and raised in the Blue Mountains, their parents and ancestors moved here from other places.
Their parents had mentioned to them more than once that all races other than trolls were bad and they did not like trolls.
Even between trolls, it is difficult to have harmony.
The troll's pitifully poor brain capacity cannot understand the meaning of money.
But they know how valuable meat is.
Without meat to eat, even the strongest troll will become weak.
In the eyes of trolls, meat is more valuable than gold.
But now, the demon hunter has taken the initiative to give this precious meat to them.
"Not only that, let you see my craftsmanship."
Lynn pulled out his silver sword and skillfully disemboweled one of the Harpys.
Although there are no skills displayed on the attribute panel, he was actually a top chef in his previous life.
So after coming to this world, he rarely showed this skill in front of others.
Because as long as you show that you can cook, you will have endless dishes to cook every day.
There happens to be a river in the cave.
Lynn is by the river, clean up that Harpy.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
Use Igni Sign to light the fire.
Then cut it into four parts and place it on the fire.
While gently turning the meat pieces, sprinkle the seasonings purchased from Novigrad evenly on top.
Soon, the meat is fragrant.
The three-headed troll swallowed hard at the sight.
"Okay, let's have a taste."
Lynn motioned them to come up and take it themselves.
The three-headed troll is also naive.
Each person took one.
Lynn specially baked four portions.
There was still one portion left, and he looked at Geralt.
Geralt shook his head.
After being a witcher for so long, I have killed a lot of monsters, but I am still not used to eating monsters.
Of course, Lynn himself is the same.
So Geralt doesn't want it.
He didn't eat it himself.
The rest is also left to the trolls.
The troll's intelligence was not high, and his vocabulary was even pitiful. He was so depressed that his face turned red, and he could only express his respect for the food he had never seen before by gobbling it down.
"I almost forgot, how can there be meat without wine?"
Lynn waved his hand.
Then he took out the Redania beer bought at Novigrad from the magic pattern leather bag.
Geralt was stunned.
He asked himself that he had experienced many storms and waves.
Among demon hunters, Geralt is also a very principled person.
He never takes the initiative to kill harmless monsters.
But even he has not yet reached the stage of chatting with trolls, hugging each other, drinking wine and eating meat.
After eating and drinking, the relationship between the witcher and the troll has undoubtedly become much closer.
During the dinner, the trolls patted their chests and promised that if the demon hunters encountered trouble in the future, they could come directly to them for help.
This is what Lynn wants.
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