Let's go back in time a little bit.
After the investigation of Lynn and Geralt is completed, return to the mound where Istredd and others are hiding, and tell everyone what they saw.
"There are about forty armed men in the camp. They have a variety of equipment and are standard mercenaries."
"The enemy leader is very cautious and has placed many sentries around the camp. There are also many patrols in the camp."
Listening to Lynn's report, Istredd's face darkened.
When his men inspected the bodies of the attackers in the hotel, they reported to him that there were two groups of attackers:
One group is professional soldiers and the other group is mercenaries.
He didn't expect that there were so many people in this group of mercenaries alone.
Although his subordinates are loyal and brave, they are not as numerous as his opponent.
If they really fight, I'm afraid both sides will suffer losses.
"Master, do we want to leave under the cover of night?"
Istredd asked.
He can't waste all his manpower here.
Because there is still a group of people from King Lettenhove, I don't know where they are hiding.
He must return to Talgar City safely before he can continue his unfinished business.
As for the goods brought back from Mahakam and Novigrad...
Although it is a pity, it seems that there is no other way now.
"No, sir, we are going to kill them."
Lynn gave an answer that Istredd had never thought of.
He paused and explained with a smile.
"There are quite a few horses in their camp. We just need them to pull our goods."
"In addition, since they are with another group of attackers, we can get the location and assembly point of the other group of attackers from them."
"This way, we can go around it without disturbing anyone."
Istredd thought for a moment, and an expression of approval appeared on his face, but he still said, "But there are too many of them, I'm worried that we might..."
He didn't continue what he said next.
But Lynn already understood what he meant.
"I already have a plan, Your Excellency. You and your men will ambush in that direction. Geralt and I will drive the enemy towards you."
"When the time comes, you can use the crossbow arrows to cook a pot of steel broth and entertain our 'guests'."
Istredd's eyes lit up.
If everything was really carried out as Lynn said, then they would hardly have to pay many casualties.
"What are you going to do?"
"It's very simple, just use this."
Lynn took out a Dancing Star Bomb.
He and Geralt happened to be at Novigrad before, replenishing a large amount of materials for making potions and alchemy bombs.
As long as there are enough alchemy bomb tubes, the two of them are enough to cause astonishing destructive power.
Lynn briefly explained to Istredd what an alchemy bomb is.
Istredd was overjoyed when he heard this, and said kindly that no matter how much the alchemy bomb they used cost, he would compensate Talgar City later, and he would never let Lynn and Geralt pay to work.
Originally Lynn was planning to talk to Istredd, but before he made a request, Istredd took the initiative himself.
Of course this is better.
So Lynn and Geralt began to prepare for the next raid.
Since we are dealing with human enemies, there is no need to apply sword oil.
But you still have to drink the magic potion.
After all, they were facing a mercenary group of more than forty people.
Although Lynn's plan is to use alchemical bombs to push them towards an ambush point, rather than to fight head-on.
But reality is not a game after all, and it is basic common sense to be fully prepared.
In addition, although Trial of the Grasses makes witchers much stronger than ordinary humans in all aspects, in fact only witchers who drink the magic potion can be considered complete.
Let's put it this way.
If in the original novel, Geralt drank the magic potion before going out when trying to stop the massacre of Rivia, there would definitely be no more "the pitchfork is a demon hunter's treasure".
The two quietly moved to the outskirts of the camp again.
Geralt mouthed to Lynn.
"Are you ready?"
"Let's get started."
Lynn threw a slender glass bottle filled with light blue potion.
The glass bottle rolled in the air and finally hit the tree trunk next to the sentry.
The sentry heard the sound and instinctively looked back.
But the next moment, the chill hit.
Horrible cold air burst out from the broken glass bottle.
The ice visible to the naked eye spreads in all directions.
The first one to bear the brunt is the nearest sentry post.
He just turned his head and frost covered his body.
He was frozen into a lifelike ice sculpture.
This is the power of Northern Wind Bomb.
"Enemy attack!"
The shrill shouts and sudden changes caused chaos in the camp.
Lynn and Geralt took the opportunity to throw out a few more Dancing Star Bomb and Dragon's Dream Bomb.
Soon, blazing fires were burning all over the camp.
Even though there are only two of them.
But the momentum they created was louder and greater than twenty people.
Although the gang organized by Jad is not an ordinary gang of robbers, the scene in front of them will be the same even if the regular army comes.
First, the sudden appearance of ice froze people into ice sculptures, and then there was a huge explosion and blazing fire.
These mercenaries don't know what an alchemical bomb is.
After all, this thing is rarer than witchers, and few witchers can afford to waste it like Lynn and Geralt.
With their poor knowledge, there is only one possibility they can think of:
Warlock!
It's the warlocks attacking them!
This is the only fucking reason that can explain the current situation.
"Warlock! It's Warlock! Warlock!"
I don't know who shouted it out first, but this undoubtedly greatly aggravated the panic in the camp.
Warlocks are not invincible.
But a well-prepared warlock who still hides somewhere to cast spells is almost invincible.
Panic spread like a plague and could no longer be controlled.
The mercenaries in the camp scrambled to escape from the camp.
At this time, they only hated their parents for losing two legs.
When they finally escaped and left the forest, the burning camp, and the noise behind them, before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, they were interrupted by crossbow bolts piercing the night sky.
The mercenaries shot by crossbows were cut down like wheat.
Different from the scene outside the forest where people were yelling and yelling, the camp in the forest, which was still burning, seemed so quiet.
When Lynn and Geralt acted separately to create more chaos, Lynn unexpectedly encountered a big fish.
The other party actually has the same cat eyes as them.
"School of the Wolf, since when did you start taking on murder jobs?"
Jad, who had a ferocious look on his face and bulging veins, and who had obviously drunk the magic potion, spat on the ground.
In my heart I just felt like 10,000 grass-mud horses were running past.
If he knew that the target he wanted to attack was protected by a demon hunter, he would not accept the commission at all.
Not to mention staying in this camp after the attack failed.
Lynn recognized Jad.
Although he was a bit younger than the one he remembered, he was undoubtedly the School of the Cat witcher who wanted to break the witcher's laws and become the first School of the Cat witcher to die of old age in bed.
Lynn shook his head. "You and I are different. We are tasked with protection."
"Whatever you say, little wolf," Jad put the sword back into the scabbard and spread his hands, "I said, there is no need for us to fight to the death. There are already few demon hunters. If one or two more demon hunters die from internal strife, it will be even less worthwhile..."
Before Jad could finish his words, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the sleeve arrow hidden under his arm shot out a ray of cold light, shooting straight towards Lynn.
But before Jad could show his proud expression, a flash of fire suddenly lit up in his sight.
Jad hurriedly dodged. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and was able to avoid Igni Sign, who was aiming for the center of his eyebrows at the critical moment.
"Insidious School of the Cat!"
"Despicable little wolf cub!"
Jad Unexpectedly, the other party actually thought of joining him.
Where is the promised righteous partner?
After dodging the flames, Jad pulled out his steel sword and rushed towards Lynn.
Lynn didn't run away, he accepted the challenge.
The steel swords swung and turned around the demon hunter, both of them dodging each other's attacks and dancing a dance of death.
Every time metal collides with each other, bright sparks will fly.
Jad's sword is very fast, but he is not fast enough.
School of the Cat's unique mutation gave him faster reactions and speed, but now he is not at the level he will be more than ten years ago. His swordsmanship is still only at the level of proficiency, and has not yet reached the level of a master.
The more skilled Lynn discovered and seized his flaw.
Jad also noticed it, but it was too late.
Lynn quickly swung his sword and split open his abdomen.
Jad let out a scream, dropped the steel sword, and took a few steps back. Lynn chased after him and kicked Jad in front of the burning tent.
The sharp sword once again swung a long arc, starting from the collarbone and splitting Jad's torso diagonally.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Jad screamed again and fell to his knees.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen.
He stared at the wound, as if doing so would heal it.
Lynn raised Gwyhyr Sword, ready to swing it down.
Jad suddenly raised his head at this moment, with hatred shining in his eyes.
"My career has just started to flourish, and I haven't had time to pursue the woman I love. How could I die here..."
Lynn didn't give him a chance to finish.
A cold light flashed and the world became quiet.