The Divine Hunter

At dawn, the sky turns leaden.

Between the capital of Kerak and Brock Leon, a vast field.

From west to east, human trails become rarer, rolling hills and lush shrubs occupy the field of vision, and the environment transitions from human society to virgin forest.

In the cold morning wind, the clatter of hooves broke the silence of the wilderness.

The black horse carried a gray cloaked knight and walked away.

Crossing a green cypress, ash trees full of buds, and approaching a green towering, vast virgin forest.

The horse stopped.

A massive slope rises slowly, merging with the nearby forest.

The knight squatted down beside the dormant raspberries and withered hollyhocks at the bottom of the slope, his fingers groped for a row of light horseshoe prints on the ground, picked a few pale green leaves, and moved his nose.

Close your eyes.

When he opened it again, there was a glint in his eyes.

A dimly lustrous ribbon condensed in mid-air, twisting and spiraling toward the mountain, until it was hidden in the grass on the top of the slope.

Mmmm, fresh smell.

Roy's mind flashed the sorceress's exhortation.

"The vicious woman Ildiko has two precious collections, two exquisite statues of arm length, which hide her vital secrets, her handle... In order to keep it secret, she even sent someone to remove the statue from Karak. Ship it back to her hometown of Brugg."

"But this is God's will. When the wagon was transported outside Brock Leon, a group of wandering robbers robbed the carriage. She took her treasure and almost killed everyone."

"But in order to keep it secret, Ildiko didn't even dare to disclose the matter to the outside world, and dared not ask the king to send troops to suppress the bandits, so he could only swallow this breath."

"Coral, even the people next to her pillow don't know this secret, how do you know it?"

"She forced me! In order to prevent this bitch from playing tricks on me, I must monitor her movements at all times!"

"This is my last chance, as long as I find the two stolen statues, I can make Aldike a long memory! Get the compensation I deserve.

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"By the way, this robbery happened a month ago. If I guessed correctly, the real identity of the group of robbers is Brock Leon's scalp hunters. They usually wander near the forest, sneak into the forest, and hunt and protect the forest. Dryad."

"With the exception of King Wenslav of Brugg, King Kerrak and King Wieden have issued high bounties for the Dryad."

"But these guys not only kill tree spirits, but also human beings, they are already crazy."

"Roy, witchers are the best at tracking, can you help me get back the statue? You're welcome to deal with this group of people!"

The Witcher Brotherhood Chief Prophet agreed after some thought.

It was still dark, and he left the sorceress's villa, rode a dark horse, and drove two hours away from Brock Leon, and spent another two hours turning on the witcher sensory tracking.

arrive at the destination.

...

The dense horseshoe prints, the smell of human excrement, the stench of sweat, and the bloody smell of faint grass and trees pointed the way for the witcher.

Roy bowed his back and bent his knees, his figure was hidden in the grass, his skin gently swept across the grass pole, like a creeping poisonous snake, and headed to the top of the mountain with his toes on his toes.

Just a quarter of an hour.

Steep terrain becomes flat.

Roy pressed his body even lower, restrained his breathing, and looked over a hundred meters across the grass.

His keen perception allowed him to clearly see distant scenes.

In the open space in the middle of the hillside, a few sloping poplar trees surrounded it, building a quiet and simple camp.

A dozen tents could be seen faintly, surrounded by a pile of extinguished bonfires, like sleeping camels.

But no one was seen, the morning light was dim, it was still early, and the poachers were still sleeping.

The witcher didn't want to startle the snake, he had to confirm the status of the target.

So he took out the Golphin Parrot from the hood behind him, touched the yellow crown on its head, and the baby red on its cheeks, and gave it instructions through telepathy.

Golphin resisted his noisy instinct, flapped his wings silently, and flew high above the camp.

Circling, looking down.

The picture in the pupil was immediately conveyed to the owner.

In the rudimentary tent propped up by a few rags and wooden shelves, the hay mats were full of people.

The leather jacket was old and dirty, the long-handled axe, the steel sword, and the mace shone coldly.

The chest is slightly ups and downs, and some are smashing their mouths, grinding their teeth, and farting.

The watchman in a gray padded jacket and an iron helmet dozed off leaning on the edge of a tent.

"Tsk tsk, all fifteen people are sleeping soundly? They also brought a guard dog, but luckily they didn't attack recklessly."

...

The Witcher had almost the count.

Golfing continued to provide the vision.

He took off the heavy object on his body and took it into the space, and the five fingers of his left hand quickly outlined a black and gold triangle charm in mid-air.

The Seal of Helios and the Seal of Quinn covered the witcher's body, obscuring most of his body odor.

This is the soil method learned at Kyle Morhan.

Stepping on his toes on the weeds that covered his ankles, the witcher silently approached the camp, adjusting his position until there was no longer any barrier between him and the hound.

"A group of greedy poachers, harvesting the scalps of dryads, robbing passing carriages, and being ruthless to their fellows."

"The sins are heavy, and death is not a pity. Killing them all is not evil, right?"

The witcher's pupils shrank, his eyes cold like a frozen blade.

With a wave of his hand, Gabriel appeared in his palm.

Forefinger pulls the trigger.

The arrow on the crossbow was aimed at the dozing dachshund lying on the hay bed.

"Whoosh--" A rapid and slight sound of breaking through the air sounded.

The feather arrow drew a subtle arc in mid-air, hitting the hound's head and breaking the skull.

"Pfft..." The blood flower bloomed.

With a kick of his legs, his long head tilted, he quietly entered death.

Kill the hound, experience +5

The witcher's footsteps were even more hurried, and he moved quickly to the side, with a gesture like a tide slapping the beach and a crab emerging from the waves.

Changed position, with the help of eyeliner in the sky.

"Whizzing-"

The bowstring vibrated continuously.

Aim, pull the trigger, aim, pull the trigger.

Five headshots in a row, like the scythe of the god of death, precise and silent, the guards, the four scalp hunters in the tent lost their lives unknowingly!

There were five corpses with Yu Wen in the camp.

Kill Piet... EXP +20*5, (The witcher makes you die without pain, it is my last mercy."

After five times.

The rest of the poachers were completely concealed by tents.

Golphin couldn't find the shooting angle either.

Roy retracted his hand crossbow, grabbed a dagger made of one-eyed bone from the void, and rotated his wrist to draw a few cold rays.

He bent his knees and squatted, and slowly sneaked away towards a tent.

...

A hand stuck out from the dim tent, wearing a black leather glove, pressing the mouth of a bald middle-aged man lying on his back.

At the same time, the other hand swiped across the neck as quickly as lightning.

"Pfft..."

"Um..."

The trachea was disconnected, the aorta was ruptured, and the blood sputtered onto the attacker like a fountain, only to be bounced off by an invisible film.

And the bald man woke up from his sleep, his eyes widened, and he let out a few "uuuuu" weakly and terrified.

But it only lasted for a moment, and soon lost all strength and remained motionless.

...

"sixth."

After getting the kill notification, the witcher reported the number in his head.

Drilling out of the tent, the dark gold pupils swept to the left, a canvas tent with white Baihe patterns graffiti, and the graceful curves of the figure can be vaguely seen under the light quilt inside.

"woman?"

The witcher looked to the left, and the sleeping figure in the blind spot on the right suddenly sat up.

A man with a cockscomb head and rotten teeth suddenly stood up by accident, and saw the ghostly attacker who had bent his knees and half-squatted at a glance.

"Someone! Wake up!"

There was a sudden exclamation in the camp.

Then the bowstring trembled.

Cockscomb's head exploded with blood on the door, and sat back with round eyes!

But it was too late, and the remaining poachers all woke up.

Pulling the weapon beside him, shouting loudly, a gust of wind rushed towards the witcher.