Journey to Infinity from the Witcher

"Deer-headed spirit!"

"That's the rumored deer-headed spirit!"

"Those in front should be the wolves he drove. I was a little unsure before, but now I am sure."

"This monster is indeed as rumored, it will not stop until the prey it targets is killed."

Geralt said solemnly.

"It seems that I was right. This guy really knows how to drive wild wolves to attack us."

"I just don't know if this monster is really afraid of fire!"

Gordon pulled out the steel sword from his back, looked at the scarlet eyes in the distance and said coldly.

"Finally, a few decent monsters have arrived. My Apocalypse Monitor system has not been open for almost a month..."

Gordon's expression remained normal, and he secretly complained in his heart.

"Gorton, let's go out!"

"Xina must protect our horses while staying inside!"

"Is it okay for Yevni and Tesili to wander around and act as the occasion arises?"

Geralt drew out his steel sword and said in a deep voice.

"no problem..."

"This is a good arrangement..."

Several people nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's go Gordon, there are five of us here, just dealing with one monster!"

"I would like to see how powerful this rumored terrifying deer-headed spirit is!"

Geralt said, lifting his feet and leaping out of the clearing surrounded by the roots of the giant tree.

Gordon glanced at Yevni, and the two looked at each other and nodded. Gordon quickly jumped out of the open space and stood with Geralt.

Gordon moved his wrist, waved the long sword in his hand a few times, and then looked at the many monsters that were about to move in the darkness in front of him and said.

"Geralt, how about we have a competition?"

"How to compete?"

Geralt raised the corners of his mouth and said.

"Of course, it's up to whoever kills more, but that big guy doesn't count!"

Gordon pointed at the gigantic deer-headed spirit hidden in the shadows and grinned.

"No problem, kid!"

"But it's no fun to bet without stakes."

Geralt looked at Gordon sideways and said.

"What do you want to bet on?"

Gordon smiled. This old boy had no profit and couldn't afford it early. He must have taken a fancy to what he had on him.

"It's definitely not money. This old boy still has a lot of money on him. It's probably not food. The food of several people is exchanged and eaten together, regardless of each other."

"Then it's not money or food, so it's easy to guess what is most attractive and valuable to Geralt now. Of course it's wine!"

Gordon secretly thought that men know men best.

"I win, your bottle of wine belongs to me..."

As soon as Geralt opened his mouth, Gordon immediately smiled, knowing that this old boy had started thinking about his own drink after drinking.

"Hehe, you do know how to choose...what if you lose?"

Gordon was not annoyed, he smiled and asked with a grin.

At this moment, in the darkness in the distance opposite, under the light of the fire, the wolves with scarlet eyes kept howling and screaming, obviously they could no longer bear it.

Finally, the wolves rushed out.

"If you win, I'll take you to the most expensive place in Santa Fidels City!"

Looking at the wolves that had already rushed out, Geralt said quickly.

He knew that Gordon was as cunning as a ghost, and if he wanted to covet his wine, he would definitely have to pay a heavy price.

He is willing to pay the price, because it is a real pleasure to drink wine now, it tastes so good.

"Once is not enough, one night!"

Hearing Geralt's bet, Gordon's eyes suddenly lit up, he clenched his sword with both hands, looked at the incoming wolves, and said quickly in a low voice.

"Do you know how expensive it is there?"

The lion Gordon opened his mouth and Geralt became anxious.

He is about two meters long, has a thin body, grey-black messy hair, blood-red eyes, sharp canine teeth, and an obviously mutated face, with either one eye or three eyes, or a horn on his forehead, or his face and jaw are wide open, exposing rotten flesh and blood.

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The incoming pack of wolves broke out of the darkness and broke in. Under the illumination of the fire, the terrifying appearance of the ferocious mutant wolves that had been contaminated was immediately revealed.

Geralt faced the charging mutant wolf, took a step forward, and immediately slashed down with his sword in both hands!

Cold light flashes!

With a scream, the mutated wolf immediately spattered with blood and fell to the ground, its legs twitching and trembling.

Geralt quickly killed a wolf, and Gordon was not too slow. He raised his hand and raised his sword to cut the charging mutant wolf in half along the neck. The blood immediately splashed on Gordon's kick.

"Just one night, or I'll be defeated!"

"We're still half a month away from Willens. You know how precious my half bottle of wine is!"

Gordon faced the two mutant wolves that pounced on him again, and he did not forget to bargain with Geralt in a low voice.

"It's the most expensive place in Santa Fidels City for a night. Do you know what the price is? You're just taking advantage of it!"

Geralt's teeth were itching, this boy was not fooled at all.

"Forget it, Geralt, you are not sincere at all!"

Gordon dodged the attack of a mutant wolf sideways, split the other mutant wolf in half in mid-air with a sword, and said quickly.

Geralt, an old boy, is more addicted to alcohol than he is. Gordon doesn't care whether Geralt answers or not.

Gordon naturally wanted to drink too, but he proposed the contest himself.

Since Geralt proposed a bet, Gordon had no choice but to agree, so he had to offer a high price.

"Okay, I agree!"

"One night at the most expensive brothel in the city of Santa Fidels is worth one silver coin in your hand. No, it is no longer worth one silver coin because of the small bottle of portable wine you drank. I am really crazy!"

"You are very smart, but you have to beat me... This is already my fourth one!"

Geralt said as he raised his sword and stabbed the attacking mutated wolf to death, then turned to Gordon and said harshly.

"Hey, Geralt, it's not okay to talk!"

"I am also the fourth one..."

As Gordon spoke, he raised his foot and kicked the mutant wolf that rushed forward to the ground, then strode forward and stabbed it through with his sword.

A dozen mutated wolves are a disaster for ordinary people and ordinary caravans.

But for demon hunters of Gordon and Geralt's level, it's really just a piece of cake.

While chatting, the two chopped down several mutated wolves to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables. The huge deer-headed spirit hiding in the shadows in the distance finally couldn't bear it any longer.

"Whoosh..."

"Whoosh..."

Rushing towards the battlefield almost as fast as teleportation!

The body is three meters tall, with a skeleton and a deer head, and exaggerated giant horns on the top of its head. The tall and strong body is dark green like a tree, covered in fur, has two slender arms, huge palms, and five slender and sharp fingers.

A terrifying monster that almost only appeared in nightmares suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Geralt, who was facing the battlefield, immediately noticed the appearance of the deer-headed spirit and immediately shouted: "Be careful, Gordon!"

After Geralt roared like this, Gordon, who was struggling with a mutated wolf, instantly felt a palpitating sense of danger!

Gordon did not hesitate to abandon the half-dead mutated wolf in front of him and suddenly rushed to the side.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

Several wooden stakes as thick as arms and with extremely sharp tops suddenly shot out from where Gordon was just now.