Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

At the gate of Forovdo town.

Because there has been a large gathering of demon hunters and mercenaries recently.

The town guards guarding the city gate exit would not stop them even if they saw a figure dressed as a mercenary.

The three Gordons barely slowed down and rushed out of the city gate.

The five figures in black robes following behind them quickly rushed out of the city gate, so fast that snow and water splashed everywhere they passed.

This caused pedestrians on the roadside to curse.

The first snow from the past few days has not completely melted yet.

A heavy snowfall last night once again covered the entire wilderness with a blanket of silver.

The wilderness trails are covered with snow. In such weather conditions, it is naturally dangerous for horses to run wildly.

But Gordon and Geralt no longer care.

The five black figures behind him were obviously coming towards the three of them.

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

The sound of rapid horse hooves sounded, and the three Gordons ran wildly on the snowy wilderness.

It seems that it was the reason for leaving Forovdo Town. The figure in black robe who was originally a little secretive now has no scruples.

He was chasing after the three Gordons.

"Geralt, being chased by them like this is not an option!"

Gordon was riding a galloping horse and shouted to Geralt in front of him.

"I know, let's stay far away from Forovdo before we take action!"

Geralt turned around and replied.

Just like that, the three Gordons ran forward again, with five figures in black robes chasing after them.

Time passed slowly.

When a fork in the road appeared in front of the three Gordons, Geralt finally stopped.

"dismount!"

Geralt said and immediately jumped off the horse. Gordon and Sheena also dismounted without hesitation and tied the three horses to the snow-covered thorns on one side.

The three of them drew their swords and looked at the five black-robed figures approaching from a distance.

Xina suddenly said: "Who can these guys be?"

"I guess they are probably coming for me!"

"Don't forget that I burned the bastard God of the Fallen to death for his evil thoughts before."

"Yevni said that the activities of the God of the Fallen Cult are basically in rural villages in the south, and it is developing rapidly. Since we can find the cult's church in Lowes Village, there will probably be other nearby villages as well.

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"It's been several days. If those cultists still don't take action, I wonder if they have ever known about my blasphemy against the evil god they believe in."

"Now it seems that I thought too much..."

Gordon narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly as he watched the black-robed figure galloping in the distance.

"It's possible."

"But it could also be those guys Giles and Rhodes."

"A huge sum of one hundred gold coins, plus an opportunity to become famous throughout Forovdo and even the entire South."

"For the sake of safety, it is not impossible to make you disappear in advance."

"Then they will be able to claim that you escaped early because you were afraid of failure, and Rhodes will be able to easily become famous in Forov by using your name."

"In this world, when it comes to money and fame, nothing is impossible..."

Geralt spoke slowly. He was obviously dissatisfied with the fact that Giles brought Rhodes to challenge Gordon rashly last time.

Although Rhodes's challenge to Gordon was similar to when others challenged him who had just won the title of "Butcher of Levikan", it was considered normal.

But this happened to Gordon, who was half of his student, and Geralt felt unhappy.

Although Geralt values ​​his friends very much, he also protects his shortcomings.

"Da da da..."

The sound of hooves approaching quickly.

Finally, the five horses stopped not far from the three people.

The five figures, all covered in black robes, jumped off their horses and immediately drew out their swords.

"They have blasphemed our Lord!"

"For my lord!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill these heretics!"

The tall black-robed figure at the head pointed at the three Gordons and shouted!

"Kill these heretics!"

The other four people immediately yelled crazily.

As soon as the words fell, the five people immediately charged towards the three Gordons with their long swords waving.

"He is indeed a cultist of the God of the Fallen!"

Hearing the roars of the five people, Gordon's expression changed.

"So what about the cultists? Just kill all these bastards!"

"You two, be careful, they may have magical powers."

Geralt moved his head, held the sword in both hands, and spoke in a deep voice.

After so many years of being a witcher, Geralt knows better than both Gordon and Sheena how hateful these cultists are and how worthy they deserve to be!

In this world, all sects are defined as cults.

It was all built on countless blood and the sacrifice of countless innocent lives.

They used the reputation of the evil god to rob, rape, kill, and use human blood as sacrifices. They did all kinds of evil!

All the cultists have innocent blood on their hands and they all deserve to die!

Geralt felt that killing these scum and bastards was much more satisfying than killing monsters.

"knew!"

"Know!"

Gordon and Xina nodded.

Finally, five cultists wearing black robes rushed forward.

The three of them rushed forward with long swords in hand.

"Bang!"

Sparks fly!

Gordon held the sword in both hands and slashed at the long sword of the incoming black-robed cultist.

The opponent's figure flickered, and Gordon was secretly happy that the opponent's strength was not as good as his own.

At this moment, another black-robed cultist rushed up and immediately struck Gordon with his sword.

Gordon's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly let go of the black-robed cultist who was suppressed by his sword, and turned sideways to avoid the incoming sword.

The cultist stepped forward quickly, intending to attack from behind with a sword attack.

Another sword stabbed from the side!

They were the cultists who had just escaped from Gordon's oppression.

"Bang!"

Gordon's sword turned and he immediately split the sword. The cultist in front of him immediately turned around and slashed at Gordon with his sword.

The other cultist also had his hands free at this time, and the two cultists once again joined forces to attack Gordon.

"Damn it!"

Gordon immediately retreated, feeling depressed.

If this were one of them, Gordon would definitely be confident that he could defeat him within ten moves.

But the two cultists joined forces and had a tacit understanding, and their combat effectiveness more than doubled!

"Oh..."

"Oh..."

The two cultists wielded their long swords and struck at Gordon, who kept moving.

The distance was too short and too close, and Gordon didn't even have time to use "Trample".

If he wants to use force, he will inevitably receive a sword, which is not what Gordon wants!

"Oh..."

"Bang!"

Gordon was still avoiding, but his footsteps kept moving towards Geralt.

At this time, Geralt, like Gordon, was dealing with two cultists alone, and the remaining cultist approached Sheena.

"Now!"

Seeing that the distance between himself and Geralt was getting closer and closer, Gordon suddenly yelled at Geralt: "Get away!"

The moment he heard Gordon's voice, Geralt immediately abandoned the opponent in front of him and tried his best to hide away.

"Swift!"

The moment he roared, Gordon used his skills at the same time, and he immediately rushed towards Geralt like the wind.

Geralt dodged, and Gordon leaped high and slashed at the tall cult leader with his sword.

At this moment, the cult leader reacted quickly and raised his sword to block it.

But the power of Gordon's sword was so amazing that the cult leader's hastily raised long sword was slashed down by Gordon with his sword and an arm.

"Wow..."

The long sword and severed arm fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from the severed arm like a fountain.

Just then.

"Lower your head!"

Geralt roared, and Gordon bent down without hesitation.

"Oh..."

The sound of a long sword piercing the air whizzed past overhead.

Gordon looked up and saw the head of the cult leader flying up.

Blood dyed the snow red.