Chapter 522: White wolf

? The troll twitched its nose. Strictly speaking, its nose is more like two holes in the face. When it inhales, it even makes a ‘swish’ sound.

"No, I caught the bird, dance, let the wife stop barking."

Looking at the potion in front of him, the troll hesitated, but it could only think simply.

It wants birdies more than drinks, so it refuses to trade.

"Your little bird will still scream, she will scream like that all the way, and your wife will scream at home, I mean, do you really want to hear more screams?"

The white-haired man didn't give up, he stood between the troll and the fishing net, and moved the glass bottle in his hand closer.

The troll's green eyes looked at him, and the monster's face was almost the size of a millstone.

But then, the monster stretched out his hand, took the bottle of potion, and threw the bottle into his mouth and chewed.

Broken glass ballast and luminous liquid splashed out from the corner of its mouth, and the sound was like walking in a pile of rubble in iron shoes.

"The vodka man is right. Stonefoot doesn't like screaming. The bird is yours, don't follow."

The troll scratched his head and turned away faithfully. The gray figure quickly disappeared in the woods, leaving only a line of deep footprints.

"Quickly let me go and let me out." The black-haired woman in the fishing net saw the monster leave and began to struggle desperately.

But after things like fishing nets are twisted in, the more they struggle, the more they cannot get out.

The white-haired man sighed helplessly. It is not early, and today is destined to be unable to leave the forest: "Stand up by yourself, and then slowly get out."

The woman in white who was hiding in the bushes also came over, and she kindly helped the woman in the fishing net get out of trouble.

The netizens looked at her with some gratitude, but their eyes were more on the white-haired man.

"Oh my God, you actually talked to the troll, I thought we were going to die! It would kill us!"

The man touched his beard, the badge on his chest was still trembling, but his surroundings were safe.

"Actually, if you understand it, it's not that bad."

The woman in white showed a playful smile. With one hand on her hips, she made a toast with the other: "That's because half of your friends are alcoholics."

Seeing the woman on the net get out of trouble, the white-haired man turned and walked to the side: "Not accurate, they are almost all."

The woman in white rolled her eyes.

They turned back for a while and arrived at a small piece of pine forest in the forest. Three horses were tied here. They were brown, black, and white.

They are quietly bowing their heads to eat the grass, but the brilliance of the setting sun has drilled through the forest, and the color of the light has shown that it is not suitable for driving.

The man took off the camping tools from his horse and began to clean the ground. There was a creek not far away, which was a good place for camping.

Anyway, the danger of staying overnight in the forest is almost the same, it is better to be closer to the water source.

"I am Geralt of Livia, this is Cyrilla of Sintra, and we are the Demon Hunters."

"I can see it. Thank you. You saved my life. My name is Jane." The rescued woman said gratefully. She did not show any fear of the Demon Hunter.

From this point of view, she is more like a nobleman, after all, there are still many rumors that the demon hunter is also a monster among the common people.

Geralt just nodded. He looked around for rocks to build a firepit. There is no fire at night. "I'm here to make a fire. While the sun hasn't set, Xili, you go find food."

Xili drew the steel sword from behind and walked into the forest.

But today's luck was obviously not so good, until dark, Xili caught three mice in total.

A special kind of forest mouse with all white fur. It looks a bit like a small rabbit, but without long ears, it looks like a cloud in the hand.

They are a kind of alien creatures. It is said that they came to this world during the last time when the celestial spheres converged. Strictly speaking, no one knows whether it is a mouse or a squirrel.

This kind of guy's meat is light and tasteless, and it tastes like leather, but she can only return to the camp, slaughter the mice clean by the stream, and put them on small branches.

"Only this." She handed the skewers to Geralt and sat helplessly by the fire, watching Geralt put them on the fire.

The flame licked the white meat, and the water dripped on the wood and made a crackling sound.

"Not bad. The size is not small. This forest looks safer." The surroundings have darkened, Geralt's face was reddened by the fire, and his golden pupils were brighter.

During the barbecue time, Jane told the two demon hunters that she was the daughter of a wealthy farmer, but ran away from home. Now she is planning to go to the free city in the north, Novigrad. I heard that it is a bustling city. , Always find a way out of life.

Hilly stared at the mice on the fire, watching them gradually turn golden.

She told Jane that they were also going to Novigrad, and if Jane wanted to, they could go on the road together. After all, there were two demon hunters traveling together, so the road would always be much safer.

Jane asked if they were looking for a job at the Pearl of the North?

Geralt told her that they were already working and they were going to Novigrad to solve a bloodthirsty banshee.

"The bloodthirsty banshee is a mutated form of a cursed female, like a hybrid of a werewolf and a war dog, except that she is faster, stronger, and smells like beggar's clothes."

While talking, Geralt distributed the rats to everyone, and started eating with his dagger.

"Oh my god, it sounds scary." Jane took the meat skewers, but she didn't know how to take it.

"She might make it difficult for us to deal with." Geralt replied.

"Then why go?" Jane said he didn't understand.

Hilly also used Geralt's method to shave the mouse meat with a dagger and put it in her mouth. She smiled.

"Someone has to go, either we or other demon hunters."

Geralt laid out the list after the meal, and if the two demon hunters act together, they can take turns to rest.

Meditation cannot solve the problem. If you can lie down and sleep, who would choose to sit on your knees and spend the night?

Thinking of this, he began to miss Vesemir again, the old man died for them, but Geralt had avenged him.

Hilly was chatting with Jane about the past, such as being peeped by a troll while she was taking a bath.

According to her, a troll is like a talking stone, or the stupidest stone.

The two chatted for a long time, and Jane still fell asleep first, while Hilly approached Geralt and asked about the next itinerary.

"If the news is correct, we will find the Bloodthirsty Banshee soon, but how do we kill her? I know from Dandrien that you killed one, but I want to hear what the Demon Hunter said, Not a poet's."

"What the Demon Hunter said? That is to avoid the peasants and the pitchfork." Geralt touched his chest.

Xili patted the ground and beat the grass to the left and right: "I'm talking about business."

"That was a long time ago. It involved Tamoria and the dead King Foltest. He and his sister’s daughter, Ada, were born as dead babies and cursed by everyone in the grave. She became a bloodthirsty banshee...I tried my best to transform her back into a human, but the blood curse she received was too powerful. A few years later, she finally died in my hands."

Geralt leaned his swords against the big tree beside him, and lay down with his head on his hands:

"You will know what happened afterwards. Foltest lost his heir, and then the illegitimate civil war broke out. Foltest was assassinated by Resso, and then Nilfgaard's black army came. ....."

Xili snapped his teeth: "Well, anyway, now Enhill is dead, and Nilfgard's inheritance has nothing to do with me. I still like to be a demon hunter."

"But wild hunting still exists. Ian El, the elven kingdom, has only lost its leader, Iridin. We must always be vigilant."

"Okay, go to sleep, I don't want to mention those crazy elves, at least I haven't heard of any hoarfrost recently." Xili stood up and patted her butt. She was going to meditate in the darkness in the other direction of the camp.

She prefers to camp near the spring rather than by the river.

The spring water is cleaner and contains fewer ‘impurities’, such as water ghosts, swamp witches, water elves and so on.

Geralt didn't say anything any more, he closed his eyes and started to rest. Today they all drove too far, even the turnip seemed to be asleep.

As time passed, the fire gradually dimmed, and the light from the remaining salary no longer swayed.

In the darkness, a big furry hand stretched out from behind the trees, gently stole two of Geralt's swords, and then grabbed Jane on the other side of the fire.

Jane woke up from her dream and screamed when she saw her hair being pulled.

Geralt got up immediately, and he saw a strong werewolf on the other side of the fire.

It is about three meters tall, covered with lush fur, and there is no blood on it. It should be hungry.

Similarly, it is very strong, and it seems to know the demon hunter, it maintains a part of its sanity, and it also knows to steal silver and steel swords.

"Ah, a demon hunter, I can't believe my luck." The werewolf grabbed Jane's neck with one hand, and started taunting Geralt: "You shouldn't put down your weapons, now I can taste the meat of a demon hunter. Up."

Geralt was still very calm. When the werewolf approached, the badge on his chest jumped almost out of the neckline. He had discovered it long ago.

But he wanted to see the purpose of the werewolf. He generally wouldn't kill indiscriminately. Unfortunately, the werewolf had succumbed to the thirst for human flesh and blood, and there was no cure.

"Swords are just foreign objects. They are just blindfolds. The key is the man who uses the sword... or the woman."

Xili was in the grass not far behind the werewolf. As long as she activated her flash ability, she could immediately pierce the werewolf through the oiled silver sword.

She did plan to do the same.

But when she stood out behind the werewolf, a wider and longer black giantsword suddenly fell from the sky and directly nailed the werewolf to the ground.

Without silver and sword oil~www.NovelMTL.com~ This blow is not fatal to the werewolf. Although it lost Jane in its hand, its limbs still kept pulling on the ground, trying to get up.

However, the great sword plunged deeply into the ground and it was stuck.

"Ignatius!"

Geralt immediately used the seal, he pushed out an arc of flame, and the body hair on the werewolf suddenly began to burn, but this made it struggle more intensely.

Xili tried to go around in front of it and chop off the werewolf's head with a silver sword, but the smoke and smell of the fur on fire made her unable to open her eyes.

And it seems that a black shadow jumped from the tree, and fell straight on the human-shaped fire, holding the hilt of the great sword, raising one foot and stepping on it.

The werewolf's entire head became flat as if it had fallen into the ground, and there was no sound.

"I let you down, not a woman."

The person who appeared suddenly drew the big sword, walked out of the flame, and answered the demon hunter with a hoarse voice.