The Game of Demon Hunter

The one-eyed man didn't say anything to thank God for coming, but judging from the sudden relief of the other party, the chest that had stopped before was a knot shorter, the other party was really relieved.

"Open the door quickly!" Although the one-eyed man was physically devastated, he was still full of spirit, and directed the young militiamen to lower the crude suspension bridge.

There is a ditch less than one meter deep outside the city wall. It seems that it was originally a moat or something, but it has been dry for a long time.

Now there are some sharpened wooden stakes inserted here and there, which seems to be a last resort for the newcomers.

As the suspension bridge fell, a group of young people who seemed to have just grown up, carrying bows and arrows and holding crude weapons, looked at the witcher curiously from behind the city wall.

"I still have a few friends behind, I'm going to call them out now, I hope there will be no misunderstanding." Xu Yichen stood still and said to the one-eyed man.

The other party was supposed to be a professional. If a mortal suffered such a serious injury, even if he survived by luck, he might not be able to leave the hospital bed for the rest of his life.

However, the other party was still able to stand at the top of the city and serve as the final force of these militiamen. When the witcher finished speaking, the one-armed man nodded.

Then the two people who appeared made the only remaining eye of the one-armed man widen.

The black armor worn by Nangong Yujun even stunned the quiet nun who was used to seeing big scenes under the Witch King, not to mention these mortals who survived in the cracks and the semi-disabled professions who lost their fighting spirit the ones.

Covered in armor and carrying a nearly two-meter-long alien weapon, Nangong Yujun pretended to be aggressive from the moment he appeared on the stage, looking extremely tough.

So much so that the silver-haired witch who was standing next to him, covering half of her face with a veil, managed not to attract the attention of these people.

The only remaining eye of the one-armed man showed an extremely envious expression. If he had this kind of armor back then, he might not be what he is now.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the disabled professional quickly shook his head, and let go of the extravagant hope in his heart. If this level of armor was really in his hands, the grass on the grave would be three feet high now, right?

As the witcher and Effilar walked across the suspension bridge, Nangong Yujun also stepped across the suspension bridge carefully.

He was worried that the weight of his armor would accidentally collapse the wooden suspension bridge, although the simple traps below couldn't hurt him at all.

"Close the door!" In the voice of the one-armed man's order, a group of boys and girls worked together to pull the suspension bridge back.

"Where's Ted?" The witcher frowned and looked at the messy camp, feeling a little ominous.

The wooden houses that had already collapsed, the black charcoal that had been burned, the sundries piled up together, and the unattended livestock all showed that the camp was in serious trouble.

"I'll take you to see him, and I don't know what's wrong with him." The one-armed man sighed, his spine became even shorter, as if the heavy pressure made him unable to breathe.

Xu Yichen nodded, turned his head and said to Nangong Yujun: "Stand by and wait for orders. If you find the target, you can decide how to deal with it yourself."

The witcher thought the place was odd.

This is a large-scale camp. Why did the previous owner abandon it? You must know that it is not easy to open up an open space in the Black Forest.

How did Ted and the others find this camp? How did they know there was an abandoned camp here?

Xu Yichen asked the one-armed man very directly: "What happened here? According to the news I received, this place was only harassed by a night demon spirit."

Hearing the words night demon spirit, the one-armed man seemed to tremble a bit: "Are you talking about the ghost that comes out to sing every night? That's right, that's one of the problems we are currently facing."

The camp was huge. On the way, the witcher saw many restored rooms. Behind the closed doors were pairs of frightened eyes.

"This camp has existed in the Black Forest for a long time. It may have existed longer than the Rogge Camp. It was the largest and deepest camp in the Black Forest at that time." The one-armed man led the way and said: "But Suddenly one day, the people here disappeared."

"Maybe it has migrated." Xu Yichen carefully discerned the smell in the air, including rotten fish, fermented fruit, etc. This smell is not very friendly, but there is no chaotic smell.

"Who knows, that happened during the first batch of pioneers. Anyway, suddenly one day, people here disappeared." The one-armed man kicked away the broken chair blocking the road: "Only The room was empty, those people didn't even take their belongings with them."

"That will attract many scavengers to come and make a fortune." Effilar's voice seemed a little ethereal in this somewhat quiet camp, and she was using her ability to read the history that had happened here.

But the silver-haired witch didn't get any useful information. It seems that the first residents here really disappeared for no reason.

"You know, this kind of thing was a big deal in Port Antoine at that time, and everyone was talking about it." The one-armed man walked to a wooden house, and the strong smell of herbs made the witcher frowned.

"It is said that those who later settled here have also disappeared." The one-armed man pushed the door and walked in: "We are the only immigrants in recent years, and now bad luck is hanging over our heads."

"The ghost that sings to seduce men at night, the shadow that whispers in the basement, and the monster that ambush us in the water." The one-eyed man shrugged helplessly: "If it's not outside, it's a dead end, I don't want to stay in this place for a minute gone."

Xu Yichen saw Ted lying on the bed with a pale face, and an old woman with feathers all over her body was boiling a pot of soup.

Just from the things that floated up when she was stirring, Xu Yichen, who had studied some simple herbal medicine, could conclude that if Ted poured this stuff down, his quest line would be broken.

Kicking over the old woman's soup, Xu Yichen threw the quack doctor out of the door amidst the other party's cursing.

The one-eyed man shrugged, as if he didn't care about his behavior: "Ted said that he knows a witcher who can solve all the problems here, so we don't need to risk our lives to continue moving, so we sent a messenger to find you."

"Now that I'm here, let's talk about remuneration." The witcher directly poured a bottle of Great Purple Potion into Ted's mouth.