"Geralt and I are walking in front, followed by Sir Maksymilian, Your Excellency Regis, please protect our backs."
Lynn arranged the team's position.
The high-level vampire nodded and accepted the demon hunter's arrangement.
"That's no problem, but Lynn, it's time to just call me 'Regis', after all, we have experienced so many adventures together."
Lynn Of course there is no problem.
But Maksymilian discovered the problem.
His position in the team is the safest.
There are two master demon hunters exploring the way in front, and there is no need to worry about being attacked by enemies behind.
Generally speaking, it is him who protects others, rather than himself being the one being protected.
This made him feel immediately slighted.
"Master Lynn, please let me explore the road ahead with you. I am fully capable of protecting myself."
Lynn smiled.
"Of course I'm not doubting your ability, Sir Maksymilian, it's just that you have a specialization in the art."
"What the knights errant are good at is going into battle to kill enemies, and what we demon hunters are good at is the environment we are currently in."
"Here, let me prove it to you."
Lynn took out a copper coin.
With a flick of a finger.
The copper coin turned into a vague phantom and shot towards a reed patch somewhere in the swamp.
Bang!
There was an explosion.
The smelly sewage and mud exploded everywhere.
It also makes the knight errant lose all his blood.
Ordinary people may not be able to tell what is hidden in that swamp.
However, the unique enhanced senses brought by the mutation to the witcher can easily detect the spike traps buried in it.
No wonder Lady of the Lake said that ordinary people can't even get close.
In the eyes of Lynn:
The swamp in front of you is filled with shining spike traps, densely packed.
As for the previous fog covering the swamp, it is estimated that it was not formed naturally, but was caused by the holy object given to believers by the evil god Dagon.
This is also the reason why this gathering place for cultists has been able to exist for so long.
Facts speak louder than words.
The knight errant has no objections.
So the group of people slowly entered the swamp.
Facts have proved that it is an extremely correct judgment to open the circuit with Lynn and Geralt.
In this swamp, any place where traps can be hidden - such as shallow pits filled with sewage, dense reeds, small slopes disguised as normal...
All have hidden spike traps.
Judging from the previous destructive power, if an ordinary person stepped down, half of his body would be blown to pieces.
Therefore, Maksymilian and Regis followed the two demon hunters obediently, stepping on the footprints they left.
After they went some distance deep, Lynn discovered a flash of light in a very rare puddle without any hidden traps.
He bent down and picked up the thing.
Wipe off the dirt on it.
It's a pendant.
But it was badly corroded.
The photo inside the pendant has long been blurred.
"This is..."
Maksymilian's eyes lit up and he hurriedly stepped on the footprints made by Lynn and came to his side.
Take the pendant from the witcher's hand.
"Yes, this is Thorin Oakenshield's pendant, and it has his family's crest on it."
"He is the previous captain of Ducal Guard. He is also one of the few people in the history of Toussaint who serves Her Royal Highness the Duchess as a non-human race."
"A few years ago, his wife was brutally murdered. After he got drunk, he resigned from his position as chief of Ducal Guard and vowed to eliminate all evil in the world."
"But he disappeared not long after."
"People say he died in a cave while fighting monsters."
"I didn't expect it was not in a cave, but here."
Maksymilian rubbed the texture of the pendant in his hand, and thought of the picture Lynn just showed him...
The knight errant couldn't help but shudder.
It's not hard for him to imagine.
Poor Thorin Oakenshield must have lost his way in the fog and stepped into a trap, so he ended up here with no bones left.
In the end, the group of people arrived at the village in the middle of the swamp without any danger.
The entire village looked rotten and dilapidated.
It is different from the villages in the north that were burned to the ground by the army.
It's not the fire, it's the time.
Only villages that have been uninhabited and uncared for for a long time will become like this.
The humidity in the village is extremely serious.
Obviously, it has not rained since Lynn came to Toussaint.
But there was water everywhere on the ground in the village, and the village buildings were wet and even dripping.
"What the hell is this?"
Maksymilian stared at the wall of a house nervously and with a bit of fear.
I saw that the walls of that house were covered with dense barnacles.
Lynn stopped the knight errant from drawing his sword. "Relax, sir, this is a barnacle, it won't bite."
Maksymilian is from Toussaint.
Toussaint is a landlocked country surrounded by mountains. Many people have never seen the sea in their lives, and naturally they don't know what barnacles are.
"Compared to this, have you noticed that it is too quiet?"
As long as there are people living there, there should be noisy barking of dogs.
Dogs are generally kept in rural areas.
Dogs are one of man's best and most loyal friends.
These farm dogs will warn their owners and will stand up to protect them when necessary.
Except for dogs.
There are also chickens, ducks and geese running around everywhere.
But now.
There was no sound.
Even with the enhanced senses of the demon hunter, he could not hear even the slightest sound of insects or birds.
The whole village was dead silent.
"Lynn, Geralt, come here quickly, come over here."
Not far away, Regis waved to them.
Everyone went over together.
I saw a large series of footprints right next to Regis, extending towards the mountain behind the village.
Lynn squatted on the ground, frowning and staring at the marks.
Those footprints are not shoe prints, nor are they human footprints.
But web print.
Geralt on the side couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't these cultists human beings?"
The creatures with webbed feet are easily reminiscent of Vodyanoi and Drowner.
But judging from the architectural style of this village, the cultists living here should be humans.
Confused, the group decided to follow him and take a look.
Following the set of footprints, ten minutes later, a cave on the edge of the swamp appeared in everyone's field of vision.
There were also several villagers holding pitchforks and standing guard in front of the cave.
The villagers were all hunched over, with sparse hair, eyes as big and protruding as fish, and chins that were shaking like fish gills.
What's even more concerning is their feet, which have well-developed webs between their toes.
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