The Divine Hunter

In the afternoon, while everyone was eating and resting, the witcher called Roy. The two made an excuse to temporarily leave the convoy and got into the bushes beside the road.

"Do you smell..."

Roy nodded.

The convoy carrying a large amount of goods left the village of Xiaer for less than half a day and had not traveled far, but an unusual smell of blood wafted from the side of the road.

"It doesn't belong to humans, it smells like insect biopheromone."

Letho turned on the witcher's senses, and after walking for about five minutes across several crooked-neck trees looking for scent particles, he lifted a clover and suddenly stopped.

"Hey—" Roy couldn't help taking a deep breath when he looked at the scene in front of him—surrounded by waist-deep bushes, a dozen corpses were piled up into hills, and the faint stench and smell of blood were all around. Keep spilling.

From a distance, they are gray-brown, like an arachnid arthropod with a magnified hundreds of times.

The temperature in winter is not high, and the corpse looks particularly fresh.

Roy and Letho did not approach in a hurry, but took their weapons, kept vigilance and slowly moved over, and then Letho blew the hill-like corpse with an Alpha Seal, confirming the monster in front of him. All lost their attack power.

"How come there are so many monster corpses in the wilderness? They have been gathered together. This is not like the behavior of monsters and beasts without wisdom."

At Leto's suggestion, Roy crouched down and began to examine a nearby corpse.

The corpse was almost as high as a human knee.

"The spindle-shaped body is covered with downy hair... and four chitinous carapaces... There is no clear dividing line between the chest and abdomen... There are four limbs growing on both sides... The skull is small, and there are few facial features. …”

"The Enderegger bug?" The witcher said tentatively beside him.

Roy shook his head, "Want to mislead me? This guy doesn't have the iconic scorpion tail and claw feet, it's clearly Qi Qimo..."

Andrego and Chichimo are both worm-like creatures produced after the confluence of the celestial spheres, usually living in groups in the wild, attacking other beasts and even passing humans.

It is also quite dangerous for witchers.

With that said, Roy turned over the small bucket in front of him again. Different from the back covered with thick gray soft armor, the belly under Qi Qimo's body was soft and pale yellow, making it extremely fragile.

"The fatal wound... in the abdomen, half of the body was torn apart by sharp weapons or... claws." The smelly, green organs flowed all over the ground, and the four worm feet were covered with mud.

"It's almost conceivable that it struggled violently before dying."

Roy reached out and touched the edge of the wound on Qi Qimo's stomach without disdain, and his eyes showed a dignified look.

A corpse was replaced, and he continued to examine.

"The hard back carapace is covered with claw marks, and there are multiple sprains on the body... It can be judged that the killer's strength is extremely amazing... Almost torn it in half."

"Several holes the size of a head were opened in the abdomen. The shape of the wound is similar to the bite mark of some kind of beast. The center of the bite mark is relatively flat, but there are zigzag tear wounds on the edge... It should be caused by canine teeth."

"Huh? There is another one that is not dead, and the life force of insects is really tenacious."

"puff--"

"Kill Qiqimo, experience +30."

"Yes, only two magical creatures are missing."

Roy retracted the green blood-stained arrow from the monster's petite brain, tore off a handful of weeds covered in light dew, and wiped his hands.

"Have you come to a conclusion?" The witcher looked scrutinized.

"A total of thirteen corpses, which is almost the standard number of a Qiqimo ethnic group. That is to say, the murderer directly destroyed a nest of Qiqimo people." Roy's eyebrows knitted tightly, his face full of fear, "It has Claws as sharp as a dagger, four deadly canine teeth..."

"Is it possible that it is a leopard, a wild dog, or a small fog demon?" The witcher asked both inquiries and investigations.

"The leopard and the wild dog don't have that much strength to tear up Qi Qimo so neatly, and the little fog demon's teeth don't match, besides—"

Roy's eyes swept across the flat ground full of corpses and green blood.

"Intuition tells me that there is only one murderer! This open space is obviously not the first scene. It is full of weeds and hardly any suspicious footprints can be found."

The witcher didn't ask him about the murderer. "According to what you said, you can kill a Qiqimo clan alone. The fighting power is definitely not inferior to the witchers in their heyday... Do you want to continue?"

Roy wondered, "I'm afraid it's up to us. The slow-moving convoy may be attacked by this monster at any time, and we will suffer at that time. The investigation has to go on, at least to find out what that thing is, and make a good plan. defense."

After speaking, Roy knelt down on one knee and put his index and middle fingers together to pick up a bunch of weeds covered with suspicious blood. Not the green of Chichimore, but the bright red blood of mammals.

"I have to go back and say hello to Aaron first, so they don't have to wait. Let's leave the blood tracking to a professional witcher."

...

After being separated from Roy, the witcher dragged his injured leg, limped with a cane and walked on the way he came for about five minutes, reaching the source of the smell of blood.

A patch of sand surrounded by a few bare tung trees is full of messy footprints and pits of different shades.

Among the round hole-shaped and disorganized footprints of Qi Qimo, several huge footprints with three toes were extremely striking.

In the center of the sand, there are also some unique-shaped things-balls the size of fists, compacted into a pile like frog eggs, and the whole green body is mixed with some black and red blood vessel-like scratches.

But now, they're brutally broken open to flow out mounds of sticky amniotic fluid, and formless Chichimo juveniles.

"Tsk tsk, kill everything without leaving future troubles." Lesuo rubbed a sloping tung tree nearby, on the bark of the tung tree, I don't know if the murderer was intentional or not, leaving a neat row And striking claw marks.

Leto's eyes lit up.

...

When the witcher returned to the convoy, everyone in the sea scorpion was impatient, and Aaron came over to negotiate.

"Master, please don't delay for such a long time next time when you go out to ventilate. After all, everyone has been waiting. There is one more thing. Originally, both of them have rich experience in wild survival. I don't need to say more, but I think it is necessary. As a reminder, it’s only during the day, and don’t leave the camp at night.”

After getting the assurances from the two of them over and over again, Aaron left with confidence.

"How is it, how is the harvest?"

"After you left, I went back to the corpse to check again, and found something interesting." The witcher stared into the distance, which was the direction to return to Shire Village.

"Qikimore's lair is not far from Shire Village, and there are traces of frequent activity between the two places."

Roy pondered, "What do you mean?"

"There are still undigested poultry bones in the belly of those dead Qiqimo. In addition, I found a piece of human torn clothing."

The young man's expression changed, "According to this, the village chief's guess was wrong! It is not the little dwarfs who are harassing Xiaer Village, but this group of Qi Qimo."

Then he was full of doubts, "The murderer killed this group of Qiqimo, but killed the people? This is too unreasonable."