Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

"Bah bah..."

An unknown ball of shit-yellow stuff splashed into Gordon's mouth, and Gordon spit out several mouthfuls of bloody spit in disgust.

On the battlefield nearby, it was almost coming to an end.

"No...no...don't kill me..."

At this time, the last winter thief on the battlefield was lying on the snow, begging Xina for mercy.

"Don't kill me..."

"I just joined the Winter Thieves. I didn't kill anyone... I can tell you our treasure..."

"etc..."

Geralt suddenly shouted.

Before she finished speaking, Xina looked cold and stabbed the winter thief in front of her with a cold sword in the chest.

"Wow...poof..."

Hot blood gushed out from his throat. Begging for mercy, the winter thief struggled to say the last few words despite bleeding from his mouth: "Hidden... treasure place..."

"Hey, what a pity!"

The moment Geralt shouted, he had already strode over. Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. Sheena moved too quickly.

"Am I too fast?"

Xina stared at her teacher Geralt innocently. In fact, she regretted it the moment she took action, but it was a pity that the sword in her hand did not obey her command.

"No, this guy is too stupid and too lazy..."

Geralt shook his head, there was nothing more to say since everyone was dead.

It's really because this winter thief is too stupid, he said it would be fine if he just hurry up.

If he really wanted to find the place where the winter thieves hid their treasure, Geralt would naturally not kill him if he agreed.

At most, they would only transfer him to the town guard in the nearest town, and how could he save his life?

Snowflakes are still falling in the sky.

On the battlefield, there is red blood, white snow, and black mud. It is a mess and muddy mess.

The smell of blood seemed to be diluted by the falling snowflakes.

Snow piled up on the corpse, and even the corpse began to lose its horror.

Geralt Gordon was quickly touching the body, and Sheena immediately joined him.

Yevni and Tesili were equally unshakable and joined in the procession of touching corpses.

I don’t know exactly how many people there are in this group of winter thieves. Anyway, there are more than 20 people, and no one has carefully counted the more than 20 people.

There are countless corpses on the muddy and snowy ground, because several corpses were severely damaged, split in half, cut in two, with heads missing, and missing arms and legs...

There were too few corpses and too many people touched the corpses.

It didn't take long for a few people to raise their heads, and the heavy money bags in their arms clattered.

Almost everyone has a smile on their face, even Yevni, who has always been aloof.

At this moment, Gordon raised his head with a satisfied look on his face, and saw that his horse Simba was actually hooking up with a black mare. He held his head high and lifted his legs behind the black horse, doing uncivilized things.

.

Gordon looked around and immediately reacted, shouting: "Damn it! Their horses!"

"Geralt, those horses, those horses are gone!"

Geralt, who was still groping for a corpse, immediately stopped what he was doing when he heard Gordon's words, stood up, quickly looked around, and said loudly: "The woods, those horses must be in the woods!"

Geralt said, ignoring the corpse in front of him and immediately rushed towards his horse.

Gordon also moved very quickly. Hearing Geralt's shout, he immediately ran towards his Masimba.

Poor Simba had just picked up the gun and mounted the horse and was enjoying himself, but Gordon slapped him on the butt. He was so excited that he almost surrendered the gun on the spot.

Simba dismounted from the black mare, grunting and wagging his hooves to express his dissatisfaction.

Gordon stepped on the saddle and sat on the horse, raised his hand and scratched Simba's neck, and whispered quickly: "Business matters, when we get to the town, I will find a little mare to entertain you!"

After Gordon finished speaking, Simba seemed to understand. Miraculously, he no longer lost his temper, but instead shook his head and snorted.

After getting along for a long time, Gordon knew that this guy would shake his head and snort, indicating that he was in high spirits and ready.

Gordon laughed happily: "Hehe, you are really a pervert..."

After saying that, he slapped Simba on the butt. Simba neighed, and Lao Gao suddenly rushed out with his hoofs sticking out.

Geralt followed closely behind, and the two of them quickly rushed towards the woods not far away.

Cleaning up the battlefield is a tiring job, but if all the seizures are yours, that's a different story.

Gordon and Geralt immediately went to the woods to look for the stray horses.

The three of them, Hina Yevnetsili and others, were not slow in their movements. After touching the body, they began to pick it apart.

The mail, armor, weapons, anything valuable will be stripped off the corpse.

Hina has done this kind of thing a lot with her teacher and Gordon, and she is not unfamiliar with it.

Evonne obviously does this kind of thing more, and as a warlock, it is easier to pick up corpses with equipment. With just a wave of her fingers, the corpse will automatically turn over, and she can pick up the corpse quickly and fiercely.

Among the three, Tesili's hands and feet are a bit rusty, but with Yevni as an example, her movements will naturally not be much slower.

Time passed slowly.

More than half an hour later, Gordon and Geralt still hadn't returned.

There are still snowflakes in the sky, neither big nor small, falling suddenly and patiently.

The three of them, Hina Yevnet Sili, had packed up all the equipment that they had stripped off the corpse, wrapped it up and put it on the horse's back.

At this time, there were five horses surrounding these people. In addition to one horse for each of the three, there was also a yellow horse and a black horse. The black horse was naturally the Simba who had hooked up with Gordon before.

The three of them were sitting on horses, wearing long black robes, eating dry food and chatting, not caring even if they were covered in snow.

The battlefield not far away was covered with snow again, and the bodies were submerged in the snow, leaving a mess in the mud.

Pure whiteness returned to heaven and earth.

It was as if the bloody battle before had never happened.

At this moment, a horse's neighing sound suddenly came from the direction of the woods.

Xina Yevney and the other three raised their heads and saw Gordon and Geralt walking one behind the other, followed by a large group of horses.

"how's it going?"

Xina rode up to meet him and asked.

"Thirteen horses, thirteen horses found!"

"Including the two here, there are fifteen horses in total."

"There must be more than fifteen winter thieves, but in this weather, it's enough to recover so many."

Gordon said.

"What about you, have you finished cleaning?"

Geralt spoke.

"Of course, they're all on horseback."

Xina pointed at the large packages hung on both sides of the horses and smiled.

"Then let's go!"

"It's only half a day's journey from Benisis Town. I hope we can get there before dark."

Geralt nodded.

Soon, the five of them were on the road again.

But what was different from two hours ago was that this time the five-man team not only had fifteen more horses.

There are also a large number of mail armors, long swords, daggers, small crossbows and other weapons and equipment.

The equipment of the winter thieves is of very average quality, and is basically forged by ordinary blacksmiths.

Naturally, it cannot be compared with the group of witch hunters that a few people encountered during the snowstorm last time.

But this time the quantity is larger and the value is also quite high.

Weapons and equipment, plus fifteen horses, plus a large number of money bags that the five people touched.

Another windfall.