The Divine Hunter

The bright red sun hangs high in the sky.

As the witcher left the dungeon, several thoughts ran through his mind.

Although Geralt and Yurga repeatedly told him about the strange red light, he thought it was necessary to see it with his own eyes, to confirm it, and maybe there would be a windfall.

So he jumped out of the city walls of Mayena, and quickly came to the wooden bridge over the canyon three miles north of the town.

At an altitude of tens of meters, corpses, broken carriage frames, and lush weeds can be vaguely seen in the canyon, while the decayed bridge deck is covered with clusters of oval green moss.

The witcher's expression suddenly changed, and he stopped.

A strong wind blew from between the canyons, and the wooden bridge began to sway violently from side to side. The wooden boards and the connected iron chains rubbed against each other, making a sound of Kazkaz, like swinging between the canyons.

This level of shaking is not a problem for a well-balanced witcher.

The sudden crisis originated elsewhere—

Strong warning for the blood of the ancients!

Roy squatted on the wooden bridge, holding a crossbow, like a beast crawling in the grass, ready to attack or escape at any time.

Xiao Hei was crawling under his left foot, motionless, as if feeling the master's mood, and obediently put away the whimper.

The Golphin Black Cat was lying on his right foot, and Wu Liuliu's eyes were eager to try, as if he wanted to find out for his master.

Of course, Roy didn't let it die.

He stared unblinkingly across the bridge, where something was hiding, giving him a deadly sense of threat.

There is an abyss in front of him, and there seems to be a huge mouth hanging below. If he continues to move forward, he will fall into the abyss and be swallowed up by the terrifying giant beast.

He waited quietly for ten minutes.

The warning signs lingering in his heart like a poisonous snake slowly disappeared.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

There may be something deeper hidden behind the secret he is trying to investigate. Proceed cautiously.

A second threat came when he had just stepped into the thick bushes across the canyon.

A low, suppressed roar surrounded him, at first what he thought was the hum of mosquitoes raging in the bushes.

But within ten steps, he realized that he was going horribly wrong.

A pair of amber dark pupils sloping upward at a forty-five-degree angle dug out among the bushes and dense forests around him.

Flesh thirst gleamed in it.

Swah——

The witcher pulled out Arrondette, bowed his back and bent his knees, his long sword slanted in front of his waist like a plough breaking through the soil, and the unpretentious blade reflected a dull red light under the brilliance of the rising sun.

"Roar!" In the suppressed low roar, more than ten wolves entered his line of sight.

The witcher's pupils shrank into prismatic shapes.

They are much larger than ordinary wolves. Each of them is the size of a calf, covered with gray-black fluff, four sturdy claws, sharp nails like a sickle, high bulge between the shoulders and back, and pale teeth. There were a few strands of bright red shredded meat hanging on it, and the cold eyes locked on the "prey" in the center.

He maintained an alert posture, as calm as a statue, and saw a patch of mutated words in his eyes.

"No wonder he dared to attack people early in the morning. This is no longer an ordinary beast, um... mutant beast."

Attributes are half higher than ordinary wolves.

If ordinary people encounter them, they will definitely die without a corpse!

The witcher suddenly raised his left hand, his fingers sketching simple gestures.

A golden quinn talisman covers his leather armor.

Continue to outline.

A kaleidoscope-like halo of Arden appeared at his feet.

Enraged by his actions, the leading wolf growled.

Like some kind of signal.

Roy heard the wind and the sound of sharp claws breaking through the air from front, back, and left. A wolf with a grin and sharp teeth rushed forward, and the others also flew at an alarming speed.

When the witcher turned around, the sword light flashed.

The head of the wolf that rushed from behind flew to a height of one meter, dragging a blood line.

With an expressionless face, Roy made a big jump and took the initiative to break into the remaining wolves.

Arrondette swung with unparalleled speed, like a gust of wind and lightning, overturning the sword light in the sky, and the spewing flames were mixed with it.

Cover the wolves.

Roy danced an elegant and deadly sword dance among the wolves.

Every time he waved his hand and paced, a flower of life withered under the light of the sword.

The whistling sound of the long sword was continuous, accompanied by the sound of flesh splitting, bones breaking, wailing and roaring, and heavy objects falling to the ground.

Thirty seconds later.

The bushes regained their tranquility, even the leaves were still.

For a moment, the lively chirping of the birds on the branches in the distance rang again, and the cats and dogs began to purr again, meowing softly.

Roy stood among a pile of torn wolf corpses, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword with a piece of fur, and a shallow blood appeared on his side face.

Killing wolves (mutation)*10, experience value +20*10, witcher lv12 (8500/12500).

...

Roy squatted down, and without disdain for the stench, he pulled out the internal organs in the wolf's stomach and inspected it carefully.

"There is no trace of artificial transformation, a spontaneous mutation? Is it the reason for that red forest?"

One of the most well-preserved wolf corpses was kept by him in the space as evidence, and he dug a large pit to bury the rest of the corpse.

"boom!"

The left hand throws a crimson fireball, igniting the flesh and blood corpse, burning it to ashes, so as to avoid giving birth to carrion monsters and endangering others.

Among the flaming corpses were three bloody people, probably the unlucky ghosts who passed by the wooden bridge in recent days and were eaten up by the wolves.

There were no further attacks.

To the north of Mayena, the lush birch forest about five miles away is exactly the area where the eerie red light described by the merchant is located.

A week has passed since the incident, and the red light completely disappeared.

Only the dense and straight trees are like undulating sawtooth, straight into the sky, under the gentle breeze, the emerald green branches and leaves sway, quite a quiet beauty of the wilderness.

But as soon as the witcher stepped into the jungle, the pit viper pendant hummed softly around his neck.

"Sure enough, there is residual energy."

Even if the red light has disappeared for a week, the residual energy intensity is still not low.

His eyes swept across the thick tree trunks, and there was no abnormality for the time being.

He became more and more confused as to why three of the four survived.

But the honorary ambassador was burned to ashes.

When Roy walked to the center of the birch forest, the vibration of the pendant was extremely violent, like a sparrow struggling desperately in a net.

The witcher measures a little.

The area once covered by red light was only fifty or sixty meters in radius.

There is a natural demarcation line.

Within the dividing line, there are various flowering plants, ranging from meandering vines to purple-red oleanders, and the periphery is dotted with brilliant golden needle flowers.

The witcher's feet were covered with colorful roses and orchids, and Little Black and Golphin were enjoying themselves catching the wind and catching butterflies, and they were too excited.

Small animals seem to like this area.

Outside the dividing line, even if it is the same rose, it is not as strong, beautiful, and radiant as in the world, and the growth conditions vary greatly.

More than just roses.

Roy confirmed it once, all plants, including birches, generally grew stronger within the boundary, as if they were nourished by a special breath of life, and bloomed wildly.

Roy thought of the surprisingly large group of mutated wolves just now.

"Could it be that they once stayed near here and were affected by the red light?"

But if the residual energy of the red light can nourish wildlife and plants.

The honorary ambassador Ainz ended up in such a tragic end that he was burned to ashes.

Are people, animals and plants affected differently by red light?

"What exactly is the principle?"

"Wow!" came an anxious dog bark, and the big black cat of Goerfin playfully took Xiaohei's neck off the leash and jumped around, flirting with joy.

"Stop it! Golfing, have you been brainwashed by energy? Come over and let me check!"

...

Next, Roy repeatedly searched the forest several times, but could not find any clues except for the unusually lush plants.

In the end, a large bag of soil was dug, a birch branch was chopped, and a few blooming flowers were picked as evidence.

Go to the next destination.

There is no doubt that the red light has profoundly affected the laws of nature and changed this forest area.

And the master of the Druid seat of the natural way must be able to see a little strange and famous!

There happened to be a Druid Ring around Mayena, and he had to find out about this place first.