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Gliding Lizard.

Well... just from the name, you might think it's really a lizard. If you really think so, and you're going to go out and fight it with a stick, then congratulations. You better have enough money to pick a suitable cemetery for yourself.

Although I don't know who gave it the name Lizard, this thing has nothing to do with lizards.

It breathes fire and attacks enemies with a stinger-covered tail. Its venom is so dangerous that it can even kill a healthy adult man in half a minute. Not only that, it also bites the enemy with terrifying sharp teeth and fangs, and can even attack the enemy with sound waves.

The way of attacking is so virtuous, Geralt really wants to discuss with the guy who named it - how does this thing look like a lizard?

He also complained to the mage: "I really don't understand, this damn thing is eight meters long when it is an adult, and it flies so fast that it has nothing to do with gliding. They have no eyes at all, and they can pass through a kind of me until now. I don't know how to identify the enemy's location. This makes some bombs that can emit bright light to interfere with the line of sight useless."

"The scales are terrifyingly hard, and even if an ordinary silver sword is coated with sword oil, it will take several slashes to break it. That's enough, they have no eyes! There is absolutely no way to deal with them in the way of dealing with ordinary dragons! Gliding lizards? Who named it?"

"It sounds like you're very concerned about the gliding lizards having no eyes, Geralt."

"Because I killed this thing, two. One adult and one juvenile. The juvenile one was tough enough, and the adult one nearly killed me," Geralt replied gloomily.

They rode on their horses, Carrot was struggling to carry the witcher down the hillside, and a peaceful village appeared in front of them. The road was muddy, women washed their clothes in wooden tubs in front of their houses, and a few children played with homemade wooden swords at the entrance of the village. Some men were doing carpentry not far from them.

One of the children spotted the two men walking down the hill, and he ran into the group of men and said a few words. Soon, some men were coming home with hammers or pitchforks or something.

When Geralt and He Shenyan came to them, the group was already 'fully armed', and the one at the head held a rusty pitchfork and looked at the two of them calmly. It was a stark contrast to the nervousness of the people behind him.

"Listen, gentlemen. If you're just passing by, then we won't have any opinion. But we don't have a hotel or a pub here, and we can provide clean beds if you want to spend the night. But if you two are Come here to do something else, and we might have some conflict."

He was articulate and well-organized,

This made Geralt a little surprised. Usually, such people in the village are old people, and time will make them a little wiser. And this leading man looked only forty years old.

"Don't worry, sir," Geralt replied calmly, riding on his horse. "We're just passing by, we're not staying overnight here, we'll be leaving soon. You don't have to worry about us."

The man breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it's better--ah, please forgive my rudeness. But we've had enough of those bastards who come to the village to rob the village under the guise of passing by. It's happened four times in the past six months, damn it. , what happened to this world?"

Hearing this sentence, He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at a house at the end of the village. He nodded: "Yes, I also really want to know, what is going on in this world?"

"That's it, Geralt, let's go."

They quickly left the small village on horseback, and the man was relieved until their figures completely disappeared. They continued to do what they had done before, the men did carpentry, the women did the laundry, and the children played games.

"Fairy Wood"

Everything was orderly and peaceful, except for the sound of suppressed weeping coming from a house at the end of the village.

As long as you ignore that.

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that night.

The man came to the door of the house with a hammer, and he looked like he had had a drink. But in good spirits, the chest of the shirt is open, revealing a furry chest and a tattoo in the center.

He opened the door of the house, and with a creak, there was another terrified whimper in the house. The old man whose shadow was drawn on the floor by the moonlight. The man shook his head helplessly, walked into the house with a woodworking hammer, and then closed the door.

After fumbling for a long time, he finally found a candle on a table in the corner of the house, and after losing his strength, he finally lit it.

Such is the case in this age, if it is not a warlock, or if there is a fire source in hand, even if there is a flint, it will take a while to light a candle or a kerosene lamp. With the light of the candle, the situation in the house was also seen at a glance.

Five women and three men were tied together, their hands and feet tied with ropes, their mouths bulging and tucked into tattered cloth. At this moment, he kept shrinking back to the corner, looking at the man with fear on his face.

Seeing this scene, he shook his head again. The woodworking hammer swayed in his hand and was thrown up and down by him, as easily as a toy.

"I said long ago, don't put on such a pitiful look - you'll just upset me, alas."

He squatted down, lowered his head and touched the hammer, the tattoo on the center of his chest was completely exposed at this time. It was a sharp sword wrapped in a circle.

The man said helplessly: "Listen, tomorrow morning, you will be taken out of here. Do you understand? As long as you don't resist or cause us trouble, you will not die. When the caravan reaches its destination, you will Will start a new life. Just a change of city life, no big deal. So stop banging your head against the wall tonight.”

"You can't get away. Ah, hell, I have to go. If I don't go back to bed, I won't get up tomorrow morning. That's all I have to say."

The man stood up, stared at them, grinned suddenly, and raised the hammer slightly: "Remember to keep quiet."

That smile and the raised hammer almost frightened the tied man to faint.

"You're so timid, my friend, calm down. I've killed seven people, and I won't be able to do business without one of you, so don't worry, no one will die today."

He went to the corner to extinguish the candle, opened the door facing the house, and exited a little later. Then close the door again.

There is no lock.

Because the whole village is in the know.

The man turned around happily and smiled, but this smile froze on his face after just a few seconds - because the two passers-by he had seen during the day were standing in front of him at this time.

"You killed seven people?" He heard the man in the black robe nod thoughtfully. "Then you should die seven times."

Then, he heard a snap of fingers.

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