The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The trace of the trace finally stopped deep in the bushes, and there were many horseshoe prints on the soft ground nearby. Zelin got off his horse, and the horseshoe prints finally gathered beside the birch bush not far away.

Two hungry ghouls were lying nearby. When they saw the demon hunter, they immediately waved their blood-stained paws, grinned and rushed forward.

After Zelin solved the two wandering ghouls, he walked forward, and he was relieved that no gnawed corpse was seen on the ground. The ghoul should have been attracted by the smell of blood. There were a lot of blood on the ground, but there was no sign that something bad had happened nearby. The battle destroyed the scene, and he couldn't find horseshoe prints in the vicinity. He had to make a good survey.

He must be calm, he must not look in the wrong direction.

"The horse stopped here." Zelin squatted down and inspected the traces on the ground. There was a large depression nearby. "Its owner fell off the horse's back."

Fortunately, this horse is very smart and stopped after knowing that the owner had fallen. Otherwise, it is estimated that what is left to Zelin is a drag mark that has been dragged out. People who fall off the horse are likely to have their boots hanging on the stirrups, and as a result, they are dragged to death by the frightened horse.

"Ciri should still be awake at that time, maybe Berhart was bluffing, and the wound was not that heavy." Zelin looked at the traces of being caught in the dirt nearby. The traces here are messy, the horseshoe prints stopped here, but he did not find a horse nearby, nor did he find a trace of Xili. He must first ensure Hiri's safety, and then consider whether to deal with bounty hunters.

Looking at the traces around, Zelin could imagine the scene at that time in his mind. Xili was lying on the dirt beside the birch bushes, and the chewed leaves on the branches indicated that the horse was also staying with Xili. She lay down for a while, and then someone found here.

Zelin was near the edge of the stream and saw a very inconspicuous footprint. The paw prints of the ghoul, the boots of the demon hunter, and the horseshoe prints pacing back and forth almost trampled this little piece of land. During the third resurvey process, he found the trace that was about to be completely destroyed.

The footprints are very light, which means that the owner of the footprints is lighter or weak, and the front end is relatively deep. It may be an elderly person or a child. According to the size of the footprints, the possibility of a child can be ruled out. It should be an old man living nearby who found Xili and left with Xili's horse. They must have crossed the stream, which would explain why the horseshoe print suddenly disappeared here.

Zelin led the horse and walked along the icy stream with broken ice floating. On the way, he saw some nets hung on the branches. The dead leaves sent by the water were looped in the nets. They were obviously traps for hunting, but it was certain that the owner of the nets could not catch anything. Prey, most of these nets are empty, except for dead leaves and broken ice.

The farther you go, the more visible the traces of human smoke. The weeds on the ground nearby were cleared, and the fence formed a fence, which was planted with various herbs and plants, and some furs, muskrat, beaver, mink, and otter were hung on the branches beside the fence. A small intestine path extends all the way to the depths of the swamp, and the nearby air is filled with the peculiar water mist of the swamp.

In the end, in the deepest part of the swamp, the demon hunter who was tortured by the damp currents and the cold night wind finally found this hut covered in dense fog and covered with moss on the roof in the depths of the swamp. The wooden door of the hut was ajar, and the faint candlelight formed a gap, spreading out on the clean circular land outside the door. Zelin tied the horse to a nearby wooden stake and walked over the simple fence outside the hut.

He gently put his hand on the door panel and pushed it slightly, and the wooden door turned back with a creak, letting more light project onto the dark ground outside. Two candles were lit in the room, illuminating the cabin, which is about less than 20 meters horizontally and vertically. Zelin walked in, first of all he saw the bookshelf on the far right side of the house and the densely packed books on it. Books of different ages are mixed together, and the yellowed books give the bookcase an indescribable sense of the times.

Then there was a thin figure lying on the bed under the bookshelf, lying flat on the bed, her face covered by blood-stained black hair. Zelin just wanted to walk up, and then he heard an old voice from the other side of the house.

"Don't touch her, she is very weak now."

Zelin noticed that Xili's face and neck were covered with gauze. Her head was wrapped in a thick bandage, covered by a blanket, and there was hardly any movement.

"I just finished her surgery." At the wooden table on the other side of the house, a bald old hermit in a gray robe slowly stood up, leaning on her walking stick. "She needs a rest, please don't touch her, her wounds It's easy to crack again." The old hermit looked at the demon hunter with muddy eyes. "You know her, don't you?"

"Yes." Zelin breathed a sigh of relief. "I have been looking for her. Thanks to you, you saved her life? I think it should be safe for the time being. You look proficient in medicine?" He took a deep breath, "Great. Good luck."

"I disinfected the wound with the extract of willow bark, and then sutured the wound. I am old and my fingers are no longer so flexible, but I still remember what to do." The old hermit slowly walked back to the wooden table. Among the pile of parchment paper, books, and bottles on the wooden table, pick up the pale green potion aside, "Are you going to take her away? I suggest you not to do this, she can't stand the bumps of horses."

At this time, a weird howling sounded outside the house. Zelin stood at the door, drew out the sword behind his back. Among the bushes outside, strange shadows were jumping back and forth, attracted by the blood and the corpses of the killed monsters. Monster.

"I will not take her away now." The demon hunter took out a bottle of life potion from Skyrim and handed it to the hermit.

Chapter 831 The Hermit in the Swamp

Report the funeral banshee.

Monsters rarely seen in the swamp, most of them exist near destroyed villages or cemeteries. The ghost of an elf. The messenger of death.

The old hermit heard the cruel and inhuman cry for a long time, followed by a harsh howl. He heard the sound of the tree branch being broken. He was old, and his eyes were not as big as before. He could only see The light green ghost fire loomed in the swamp, and the ghostly figure passed through the air. In the end, a cry of sorrow brought an end to all this.

An uncomfortable silence followed.

After a while, the exhausted demon hunter reappeared in the open space illuminated by the oil lamp in front of the house.

"Go back, it's over." Zelin waved his hand. "I can take a short rest tonight."

One night, the old hermit recorded on the parchment the weakness caused by excessive blood loss, the high fever and the inflammation of the wound infection. Through communication, Zelin knew the hermit's name. Fysigta, a hermit who has lived in the Baihu District for more than ten years.

"How is her situation?"

Zelin sat at the door of the house holding a sword, watching the marshland shrouded in darkness warily. The house was quiet, only the rustle of Fresgeta writing on the parchment. He performed surgery on Xili and disinfected with willow bark extract, but Xili's situation did not look so good.

"The potion you gave me should have worked, but it has been fifteen hours after the operation. She is still not awake, her temperature is still rising, and her facial muscles are twitching. I am worried that she will get tetanus. Poor girl. What kind of person would treat her like this?" The old hermit, like Zelin, stayed up all night. The hermit had been taking care of Xili. He was lying on the table, and a sharp cough interrupted his words.

"I know who it is, and I'm worried that those people will come after." Zelin has been paying attention to the situation near the hut until dawn. "You said that her current situation is not suitable for bumping right away. Do you know what's nearby? , Can she hide safely?"

"If the people you are talking about are as dangerous as you fear, and they continue to hunt down this girl, they will soon go to the nearby village. My hut is the most hidden and safe place." The hermit held a quill in his hand. The ink bottle was stained, and continued to write on the parchment, "I can only hope that the cause of facial muscle twitches is the facial nerve, or the trigeminal nerve. That way, she will be disfigured, but she can survive... ."

"Is there no other better way?"

"I have a small bottle of mandala potion, but her body is too weak to bear the power of the potion." The old hermit raised his head, and his fingers like withered locust tree bark fumbled for a bit in the glass bottle on the table. There is a bottle of aconite flower, but this is very likely to kill her. This can only be used for strong young people."

"I have some potions that can help people regain their stamina and temporarily strengthen their physique. We can't wait and pray for the blessings of the gods or we can carry them on our bodies."

"I...I haven't seen the potion in your hand." The old hermit coughed again. After a while, he put his hand on his chest and exhaled, "I'm old. I have been isolated from the world for too long, but I think if this potion can restore her strength, I can try some other therapies instead of pinning my hopes on the girl’s immune system."

About twenty hours after the operation, the old hermit fed Xili a dose of a mixture of Aconite and Datura. Xili began to sweat and was accompanied by some unconscious dreams. But the good news is that with a lot of sweating, her body temperature finally started to drop. Freistar has always worried that his treatment is not adequate, or that his memory of declining with age is no longer reliable. He has not seen such a serious condition for a long time. Villagers from nearby villages will come here to seek The hermit's suggestion, but the operation was too unfamiliar to his fingers.

Frey Starger rubbed his muddy eyes.

"By the way, here is a letter, I think it should be for you." Zelin took out the letter that Ebin businessman asked him to bring for help. "Ignatz Sweet, he is your student." Right? He got rid of and asked me to bring a letter over. Luckily, if there is no second person named Frey Starg in Baihu District, I didn't expect to see an empire in this situation. Professor of the college."

"My student..." the old hermit looked at the letter in his hand, and slowly closed his eyes. "My student, he has already left me, for fear of getting involved with me and affecting his future." He covered his eyes, and after a while, he took the handkerchief on the side and wiped the corners of his eyes. "Thank you, Demon Hunter, thank you for bringing the letter."

Frei Starger, who used to be a professor at Osenfurt College, was forced to leave the college after publishing some works that were not very respectful to the church, and he was forced to live in the south. The emperor appreciated and was hired to become a professor at the Imperial College. But later, his old problem was committed again. He hoped to publish some works and speeches that many people didn't like, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to the unbearable unfairness. So he offended a group of people. In the end, he was sentenced to death for being involved in a conspiracy to overthrow the emperor. Freystag was lucky. Before he was hung on the gallows, he encountered the emperor's amnesty. But he was not allowed to set foot on Nilfgaard's land, because the death sentence for treason has always been in effect.

"My wife took her daughter and left me. My student friends avoided me. I chose to give up everything and came to Ebin to be a hermit. But before my **** was hot, Ebin was vassalized by the empire. , I returned to Nilfgaard’s territory." The old hermit and the demon hunter sat outside the door, smoking the tobacco that Zelin had brought. I remember that there is still this sentence, but the crime of treason will not be forgiven. It doesn’t matter who the new emperor is. I will continue my research and writing here, until death pity me for this old bone and stop me from staying. Suffer in this world."

Knowing that there is still a student of his own past thinking about himself, Frestag is obviously happy. The smoke from the burning of tobacco is not good for the patient’s health, so he and Zelin talked for a long time outside the door. Regarding the writings and his knowledge, Freystag also knew Rasti, who was to help Zelin. Looking for George, the professor of medicine who wrote to Baron Willen. Time passed for a long time, until a scream came from the house, which represented Xili's awakening scream, that they stopped talking.

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ps: Although there is no reward, I decided to continue to add more changes. Today is still four changes...

Chapter 832 The Old Crow and the Swallow

In the house, Xili was standing up again from the floor. She should have wanted to leave the bed before, but her body was so weak that she fell off. Freystag walked over and opened the curtains that blocked the sunlight. The sunlight shone into the house through the blinds. Zelin went over and held Xiri's arm.

"I advise you not to get up. You are still weak, but rest assured, you are safe."

Hilly trembled, her eyes were still covered with gauze, but she heard the sound.

"You...Zelin? Is Geralt there? Are you here to pick me up? Where's Mrs. Yenapha?"

"Yes, we came to the south to find you. Geralt is in Tousant. I came to Ebbing. We will pick you up. When you recover, we will go to Tousant. Geralt is there. , And then we will go back to the north." Zelin helped Xili back to the hospital bed "Now, you need to rest."

"Someone is chasing me." Xili lay flat on the bed, her hand wanted to touch the gauze on her face from time to time, but Zelin stopped it. She wants to determine her injury by touching it. She can be sure that being **** and then slashing her face and neck is definitely not a good memory.

"I know them, and I've played against Berhart. Don't worry, they are not a problem." Zelin re-covered Hilly with the blanket. "We will solve these enemies, don't worry."

Xili was silent for a while, and when Zelin was about to walk out of the house, she said suddenly.

"I... have a few friends... have you ever been to Gilexi Village?"

"I buried them."

Hilly didn't speak, she turned her head and fell asleep again.