Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

Half an hour later.

Ta da da...

The sound of horse hooves came far away from the mist-shrouded wilderness.

Not long after, the figures of Gordon, Geralt and Sheena appeared on the wilderness trail where the fog became thicker and thicker.

"The fog is getting thicker and thicker. We need to find a place to rest as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to leave."

Gordon paused and looked at the surrounding fog that almost covered half of the horse beneath him, and then looked at Geralt in front of him.

"I know that the abandoned village should be nearby."

Geralt nodded and squinted his eyes slightly to look around carefully, but at this time the surrounding area was shrouded in heavy fog, making it impossible to see anything further away.

"It must be around here, follow me."

Geralt suddenly clamped his legs on the horse's back, and the horse under him immediately jumped out.

Gordon and Xina immediately followed.

In such a late-night wilderness shrouded in heavy fog, only the experienced demon hunter Geralt dared to gallop on his horse.

For ordinary people, let alone running wildly, even knowing the direction is a problem.

If there were only Gordon and Xina, they would probably not dare to leave.

Three horses galloped wildly in the wilderness late at night, and the sound was heard far away.

Not long after, a continuous shadow hidden in the mist finally appeared in the distance in front of Geralt's eyes.

"It's right in front, follow quickly."

Geralt's eyes lit up, he shouted low, clamped his legs around the horse beneath him, and rushed towards the shadows ahead.

Gordon and Xina continued to follow. They also saw the shadow and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

That night, galloping wildly against the cold wind, and having a battle with the night demon before, everyone was a bit overwhelmed and already exhausted physically and mentally.

Soon, the three of them stopped in front of an abandoned, decaying, and seemingly crumbling wooden house.

This village has obviously been abandoned for a long time.

The houses collapsed, and weeds grew everywhere, giving the impression of a mass grave.

In other words, the small building in front of me still barely maintains its original shape, with doors and windows still intact.

"That's it. Let's rest for the night and hit the road tomorrow morning."

Geralt said, handing the reins to Xena behind him, and strode towards the door of the cabin.

Gordon and Sheena tied the three horses to the thorn bushes next to the gate. There were many green weeds still standing proudly in this season.

The two of them fed some more soy products and then walked into the hut.

"Click..."

Gordon had only half pushed the door open when he found that the wooden door was stuck and could not be pushed open.

Use a little more force.

"Bang..."

The rotten door covered with vines fell to the ground and died.

Geralt, who was patrolling the room, was startled and looked at Gordon.

Gordon shrugged and pointed at the fallen door, indicating that it was none of his business.

Geralt said nothing and continued to go upstairs to check.

When Xina entered, Gordon stretched out his hand to hold up the severely corrupted door and blocked it again.

It's already cold enough at night. If the door is left open and the cold wind blows in, it's really not much different from sleeping outside.

Soon, Geralt came downstairs.

There was no other mess in the room, but because it had been abandoned for so long, the floor and walls had long been covered with vines.

Several individual rooms also had broken windows and were much more decayed than the hall, making it impossible to sleep.

Finally, the three of them lit a fire in the center of the hall on the first floor of the hut and began to eat the dry food they had brought with them.

Leaning against the warm fire, Gordon ate the beef jerky he bought from the Hof Tavern, and took out a palm-sized iron bottle of vodka.

Just a sip of beef jerky and a sip of strong liquor.

"call..."

Only then did Gordon feel the warmth coming from his body, limbs and bones, and he felt relieved in his heart.

I was sweating profusely from the battle with the night demons before, and then I walked through the wet fog with extremely high moisture content.

Wearing cold mail armor, he was already soaked to the skin, even his crotch was wet.

His body is still strong, and after strengthening his body, he still feels a little overwhelmed. How can ordinary people endure this situation?

A mouthful of beef jerky and a mouthful of vodka. It tastes delicious.

Across from the fire, Geralt quickly became tired of holding dry barley biscuits.

Because of the extreme pressure in daily life, and the fact that demon hunters have a strong physique that is different from ordinary people, and the secretion of male hormones in the body is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Whenever Geralt visited a town, he would never forget to visit the local brothel as soon as possible to express his condolences.

So his financial situation has never been good.

Most of the gold coins earned were sent to a brothel to relieve stress on the lower body.

It also requires spending a lot of gold coins on equipment maintenance, magic potions, sword oil and other auxiliary items.

Naturally, there is a lot of difficulty in other aspects such as food, accommodation, etc.

This can be seen from the wheat cakes he and Hina ate from the dry food in their hands.

Usually when we spent the night outdoors, there was only him and his student Sheena because they ate the same food so we couldn't tell the difference.

Now that there is such a comparison with Gordon, it immediately feels a bit unpleasant.

But what Geralt was greedy for was not the dried meat in Gordon's hand, but the iron bottle of vodka in his hand.

On such a cold night, a sip of strong wine will definitely make you feel refreshed.

"then..."

Just when Geralt was thinking about how to speak.

Gordon noticed his hesitation and threw the iron bottle of vodka in his hand over.

He waved another bottle of the same style in his hand: "I still have it."

Seeing this, Geralt was naturally not polite. He took the iron bottle and opened the cap, took a breath, and then raised the bottle across the fire with Gordon.

Friendship between men sometimes does not require many words.

After just experiencing a battle together, Geralt felt that this boy named Gordon had a bad temper for him.

Originally, the reason why he invited Gordon to accompany him was because he simply wanted a helper.

I didn’t expect that this guy would be a good companion after getting along with me.

Of course, Geralt's affection for Gordon was not doubled because the other party brought wine and gave him half of it.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

After the three of them finished eating their dry food, they lit a fire and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

The sky gradually turned white.

The sky outside the house was already filled with white and heavy fog, and it was difficult to see people clearly from two or three meters away.

The three horses were leisurely wagging their tails and eating dewy grass.

Suddenly, the three horses raised their heads in unison and looked in the same direction. Their steps were messy and they snorted, looking very uneasy.

At this moment, a huge white figure flashed past.

A horse located outside was dragged away instantly.

The remaining two horses were frightened and immediately struggled wildly and neighed.

The next second.

"Bang..."

The door of the hut was kicked open, and Geralt rushed out with a long sword.

The interval is less than a second.

Gordon and Xina rushed out with swords in hand.

"What happened?"