Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

"Click..."

The thick wooden door was slowly pushed open, stirring up dust on the ground.

The worker who opened the door looked miserable. After pushing the door open, he ran away.

He looked at the fearful expressions on the faces of the tavern owner and the people around him.

Gordon took the torch and walked towards the wine cellar.

On the steps and on the wooden door, you can clearly see a large amount of dark red substance, which is what the blood looks like after it has been completely dried.

Gordon could imagine the horror of the situation at that time.

However, seeing the few people behind him standing safely seems to verify the possibility that the monster in the wine cellar is afraid of light.

Slowly stepped through the wooden door and walked into the dark wine cellar.

Gordon seemed to have walked into an air-conditioned room from under the sun, and immediately felt that the temperature around him had cooled down.

The torch in his hand could only illuminate a small space around him, and the front was pitch black and gloomy.

Thinking back to the tragedy that happened in this wine cellar before, a ghastly and terrifying aura rushed over as if it had substance.

"call..."

Gordon stood at the door of the wine cellar and took a deep breath.

He slowly drew out the silver sword behind him and adjusted his emotions.

Facing this dark underground wine cellar with monsters hidden in front of us, it is impossible to say that there is no trace of fear.

The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown.

Gordon is no exception.

But he has the sword in his hand, and his eager yearning for power and becoming stronger.

Gordon's adventurous spirit hidden in his bones emerged uncontrollably after he came to this world and got the golden finger.

Now that you have decided to become a witcher, you will inevitably have to deal with all kinds of weird things.

After firming up your future goals and ideas.

Looking at the dark wine cellar in front of me, I no longer have that fear.

"This is the first time, just right to verify my skills and strength!"

Secretly strengthening his heart, Gordon walked slowly towards the depths of the wine cellar with a torch in one hand and a sword in the other.

This wine cellar is very large, and the number of half-person-high wooden wine barrels can be seen neatly arranged everywhere.

Such a quantity of wine would definitely be worth a lot of money if sold.

No wonder the tavern owner was anxious. The shelf life of beer in this world is not very long.

"rustle..."

The only sound in the spacious and dark wine cellar was Gordon's footsteps.

Gordon's face was calm, and he slowly moved forward with his long sword in hand. He was actually extremely vigilant in his heart.

He is as conspicuous as a torch in the wilderness at night, and monsters hidden in the wine cellar may attack at any time.

Suddenly, Gordon felt that the temperature around him seemed to be getting colder.

Immediately, a familiar feeling of coldness in the back of the head and heart palpitations like needles suddenly came over me.

Gordon's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly jumped forward without hesitation.

"Oh..."

The sound of a sharp sword cutting through the air.

Gordon quickly stood up and looked back, and saw a figure shrouded in black shabby robes, holding a thin and sharp dagger, floating in the air.

The only thing exposed to Gordon's eyes was the blue-black hand holding the dagger. It was thin and terrifying!

"Fuck, it's a demon spirit!"

Gordon's eyes were fixed on the figure dangling in mid-air in front of him, and memories of the thing in front of him quickly popped up in his mind.

Demonic spirits: A kind of grotesque. Unlike the evil spirits he had seen before, demonic spirits have entities and are rarer.

The difficulty of forming a demon spirit is much more difficult than that of a ghost evil spirit, and it is said that demon spirits have some memories of their lifetime and have fighting instincts.

The most important thing is that the combat power of physical demon spirits far exceeds that of ordinary evil spirits...

It turns out that Gordon had only heard other people talk about this kind of thing when he was at the witch hunter headquarters in Ferold Town, but had never seen it before.

Unexpectedly, there is such a thing hidden in the small village of Lava.

Today was really an eye-opener.

"I can meet the demon spirit on my first mission. I'm really unlucky!"

Gordon took a deep breath, looked at the demon spirit with only half of its body floating in the air in front of him, and clenched the silver sword in his hand!

We met the oncoming demon spirit.

"Bang..."

Fire is flying!

As soon as they made contact, Gordon quickly realized that the power of the demon spirit in front of him was no worse than his own, and was even stronger.

Because the opponent was holding a sharp dagger, and he was holding a silver long sword.

"Bang bang bang..."

Every attack of the demon spirit is very fast and fierce!

Although Gordon's swordsmanship is very solid, Gordon has become familiar with it and mastered it quickly through repeated practice in the past few days.

But under the fierce attack of the demon spirits, Gordon was still somewhat dwarfed.

Suddenly, all he could do was parry!

"Wow... Wow..."

Barrels after barrels of wine were easily broken and exploded by the battle between Gordon and the demon spirits.

The aroma of wine fills the air!

The speed and maneuverability of the demon spirit floating in the air cannot be compared to Gordon, who has a torch in one hand and a long sword in the other.

Fortunately, although the demon spirit in front of me is very powerful and fast, it basically follows the instinct of the body when it comes to fighting.

After a battle, Gordon, who was very uncomfortable at first, quickly adapted.

"Oh..."

The demon spirit's sharp dagger once again stabbed Gordon from a tricky angle. Gordon ducked sideways, but did not notice that the opponent was actually coming towards the torch in Gordon's hand.

The moment Gordon dodges, he slashes at the torch with his sword.

"Pa..."

The top of the torch burning with special grease was chopped off by the demon spirit with a sword and fell to the ground.

The fire suddenly flickered on and off!

Gordon's expression changed. He was not a real demon hunter. He did not dare to take potions easily. He had no plans to take potions for the time being. Naturally, he could not achieve night vision.

Without the torch for illumination, I would never be a match for this demonic spirit.

"Damn it!"

With a low shout, Gordon stepped back suddenly, threw away half of the wood, and reached into his pocket.

At this moment, there was a sudden surge of soil on the ground at his feet not far from Gordon.

Then he saw a pair of pale, rotten hands stretching out from the surging soil on the ground.

Soon, a guy whose whole body was covered with pale white and dark red rotten fleshy tissue emerged from the ground.

This guy has a huge, bald head, scarlet eyes, and a huge, gaping mouth that is as big as a bloody mouth. The mouth is full of messy and terrifying fangs.

This evil spirit seemed to have escaped from hell. As soon as it climbed out of the ground, it quickly rushed towards Gordon.

Gordon took out a small black glass bottle from his pocket and suddenly threw it towards the burning torch next to the demon spirit.

"Bang!"

A bang!

Violent fire suddenly rushed upwards to the surroundings.

The demon spirits floating aside were the first to bear the brunt.

Unable to dodge, the demon spirit's extremely worn and unwashed black robe was instantly ignited by the fire!

"Good opportunity!"

Gordon was overjoyed and was about to rush forward.

Suddenly, an extremely unpleasant fishy smell came.

Gordon felt himself being hit by a huge force from behind, and he immediately flew out.