The Death Knell

The troll twitched its nose. Strictly speaking, its nose was more like two holes on its face. It even made a 'whooshing' sound when it inhaled.

"No, I caught the bird. Dance and ask my wife not to scream."

Looking at the potion in front of it, the troll hesitated for a moment, but it could only think simply.

It wants the bird more than the drink, so it refuses the deal.

"Your little bird still screams, she does it all the way, your lady screams at home, I mean, do you really want to hear more screams?"

The white-haired man did not give up. He stood between the troll and the fishing net and moved closer to the glass bottle in his hand.

The green eyes of the troll looked at him. The monster's face was almost as big as a millstone.

But then, the monster stretched out his hand, took away the bottle of potion, threw the bottle into his mouth and started chewing it.

Broken glass and glowing liquid splashed out from the corners of its mouth, and the sound was like walking in a pile of rubble wearing iron shoes.

"The vodka man is right, Stonefoot doesn't like screaming, the bird is yours, don't follow."

The troll scratched his head and turned away with confidence. The gray figure quickly disappeared into the woods, leaving only a line of deep footprints.

"Let me go, let me out." The black-haired woman in the fishing net saw the monster leaving and began to struggle desperately.

But once something like a fishing net is entangled, the more you struggle, the harder it is to get out.

The white-haired man sighed helplessly. It was late now, and he was destined to be unable to leave the forest today: "Stand up by yourself, and then slowly get out."

The woman in white who was hiding in the bushes also came over and kindly helped the woman in the fishing net get out of trouble.

The person on the Internet looked at her with some gratitude, but their eyes fell more on the white-haired man.

"Oh my God, you were talking to a troll, I thought we were all going to die! It was going to kill us!"

The man touched his beard. The badge on his chest was still trembling, but the surrounding was safe.

"Actually, if you understand it, it's not that bad."

The woman in white showed a playful smile. She put one hand on her hips and made a toasting gesture with the other hand: "That's because half of your friends are alcoholics."

Seeing the woman in the net escape, the white-haired man turned and walked aside: "That's not accurate, almost all of them are."

The woman in white rolled her eyes.

They turned back for a while and arrived at a small pine forest in the forest. There were three horses tied here, one in three colors: brown, black and white.

They were quietly grazing with their heads down, but the light of the setting sun had already passed through the forest, and the color of the light already indicated that they were not suitable for traveling.

The man took off the camping tools from the horse and began to clear the ground. There was a creek not far away, which was a good place to camp.

The dangers of spending the night in the forest are almost the same anyway, so it's better to stay closer to the water source.

"I am Geralt of Rivia, this is Cirilla of Cintra, and we are witchers."

"I can see it. Thank you, you saved my life. My name is Jane." The rescued woman said gratefully. She did not show any fear of the witcher.

From this point of view, she is more like a noble. After all, among civilians, there are still many rumors that demon hunters are also monsters.

Geralt just nodded. He looked around for stones to build a fire pit. There was no need for a fire at night: "I'll light the fire. Ciri, you go find food before the sun goes down."

Ciri pulled out the steel sword from behind and walked into the forest.

However, today's luck was obviously not good. Until dark, Xili caught a total of three mice.

A special kind of forest mouse. Its fur is all white. It looks a bit like a small rabbit, but it doesn't have long ears. It looks like a cloud in its hand.

They are a kind of alien creature. It is said that they are creatures that came to this world during the last celestial convergence. Strictly speaking, no one knows whether they are mice or squirrels.

The meat of this guy was bland and tasted like leather, but she could only return to the camp, kill the rats clean by the stream, and then wear them on small branches.

"Only this." She handed the skewers to Geralt and sat helplessly by the fire, watching Geralt place them on the fire.

The flames licked the white flesh, and the water dripped onto the wood with a crackling sound.

"It's not bad. It's not small. This forest looks relatively safe." The surrounding area had darkened. Geralt's face was flushed red by the firelight, and his golden pupils became brighter.

During the barbecue time, Jane told the two witchers that she was the daughter of a wealthy farmer, but she had run away from home and was now planning to go to the free city in the north, Novigrad. I heard that it was a prosperous city. , you can always find a way out of life.

Ciri stared at the rats on the fire, watching them gradually turn golden.

She told Jane that they were also heading to Novigrad. If Jane was willing, they could go on the road together. After all, it would always be much safer with two demon hunters traveling together.

Jane asked if they were going to the Pearl of the North to look for job opportunities?

Geralt told her that he was already at work and that they were going to Novigrad to deal with a bloodthirsty banshee.

"The Banshee is a mutated cursed woman, like a cross between a werewolf and a warhound, except she's faster, stronger, and smells like beggar's clothes."

As he spoke, Geralt distributed the mice to everyone and started eating himself with a dagger.

"Oh my God, that sounds really scary." Jane took the meat skewers, but she seemed a little unsure of how to eat them.

"She might be too much for us to handle," Geralt replied.

"Then why do you still want to go?" Jane said she didn't understand.

Ciri also used the same method as Geralt, shaving off the rat meat with a dagger and putting it into her mouth. She smiled.

"Someone has to go, either us or other witchers."

After the meal, Geralt laid out the list so that if the two demon hunters acted together, they could take turns to rest.

Meditation can't solve the problem. If you can lie down and sleep, who would choose to sit on your knees all night?

Thinking of this, he began to miss Vesemir again. The old man died for them, but Geralt had already avenged him.

Shirley chatted with Jane about past events, such as when she was peeped by a troll while taking a shower.

According to her, trolls are like talking stones, and they are also the stupidest stones.

The two chatted for a long time, but Jane fell asleep first, while Ciri approached Geralt and asked about the next trip.

"If the news is correct, we will find the Bloodthirsty Banshee soon, but how do we kill her? I know from Dandelion that you killed one, but I want to hear what the witcher says, Not a poet’s.”

"What the witcher said? That means avoiding farmers and pitchforks." Geralt touched his chest.

Xili patted the ground and shook the grass: "I'm talking about business."

"That happened a long time ago. It involved Temeria and the dead King Foltest. He and his sister's daughter Ada were born dead babies and were cursed by everyone. In the tomb She turned into a bloodthirsty banshee... I tried my best to turn her back into a human, but the blood curse she received was too powerful, and she died in my hands a few years later."

Geralt leaned his swords against the big tree nearby, and lay down with his head in his hands:

"You will know what happened next. Foltest lost his heir, and then the bastard civil war broke out. Foltest was assassinated by Letho, and then, Nilfgaard's black army came. ....."

Ciri bared her teeth: "Okay, anyway, now that Emhyr is dead, the inheritance of Nilfgaard has nothing to do with me. I still like to be a demon hunter."

"But the Wild Hunt still exists. The elven nation of Ayn El just lost its leader Eredin. We must always remain vigilant."

"Okay, go to sleep. I don't want to mention those crazy elves. At least I haven't heard of any hoarfrost appearing anywhere recently." Ciri stood up and patted her butt. She was going to meditate in the darkness in the other direction of the camp.

She preferred to camp near a spring rather than by a river.

The spring water is cleaner, and there are fewer impurities in it, such as water ghosts, swamp witches, water elves and so on.

Geralt said nothing more. He closed his eyes and began to rest. They had all traveled a long way today, and even Carrot seemed to have fallen asleep.

Time gradually passed, the fire gradually dimmed, and the light from the remaining fuel no longer flickered.

In the darkness, a big furry hand stretched out from behind the trees, gently stole Geralt's two swords, and then grabbed Jane on the other side of the fire.

Jane woke up from her dream and found her hair being pulled, and she screamed.

Geralt immediately got up and saw a strong werewolf on the other side of the fire.

It was about three meters tall, covered in lush fur, and had no blood stains on its body. It was probably still hungry.

Likewise, it is very strong and seems to understand the Witcher, retaining a portion of its sanity and also knowing to steal silver and steel swords.

"Ah, a witcher, I can't believe my luck." The werewolf grabbed Jane's neck with one hand and began to taunt Geralt: "You shouldn't have put down your weapon. Now I can taste the witcher's meat." ”

Geralt remained calm. When the werewolf approached, the badge on his chest jumped so much that it almost came out of his collar. He had already noticed it.

But he wanted to see the werewolf's purpose. He usually wouldn't kill indiscriminately. Unfortunately, this werewolf had succumbed to his thirst for human flesh and blood and was hopeless.

"Swords are just foreign objects. They are just a cover-up. The key is the man...or woman who wields the sword."

Ciri was in the grass not far behind the werewolf. As long as she activated her flash ability, she could immediately pierce the werewolf with her oiled silver sword.

That's exactly what she planned to do.

But when she stood out behind the werewolf, a wider and longer black giant sword suddenly fell from the sky, pinning the werewolf directly to the ground.

Without silver and sword oil, this blow was not fatal to the werewolf. Although it dropped Jane in its hand, its limbs still kept pulling at the ground, trying to get up.

But the giant sword dug deep into the ground and it got stuck.

"Igni!"

Geralt immediately used his seal, and he launched an arc of flames. The body hair on the werewolf immediately began to burn, but this made it struggle even more fiercely.

Ciri tried to go around in front of it and chop off the werewolf's head with her silver sword, but the smoke and smell of the fur's fire made her unable to open her eyes.

And a black shadow seemed to jump out of the tree and landed directly on the human-shaped fire. He held down the hilt of the giant sword and raised one foot to step on it.

The werewolf's entire head seemed to have sunk into the ground, becoming flat and silent.

"I disappoint you, not a woman."

The man who suddenly appeared drew his sword, walked out of the flames, and answered the witcher in a hoarse voice.