Chapter 22: Watch the story of The Witcher
The flood of the Honey River flooded the houses and farmland on both sides.
In the hazy mist, the skeletons of houses and trees protruding from the water looked like black reefs, which caused a lot of trouble to the boatmen who were paddling.
In the niche of the fur traders' guild hall, a white marble angel hooked a piece of purple silk cloth with his hand.
In the howling wind, the silk cloth kept changing its shape, sometimes like a rose, sometimes like a spike.
In the mist of the flood, the sound of wind chimes and thrush whistles mixed together, turning into a mixture of fresh and dirty smell that hit Gilo's nose.
The world in front of him was only in three colors: black, white and gray. Even the brightest red roof was gray.
The water level has dropped a lot compared to before, almost only reaching the height of a person's neck.
Although the water is not deep, the deep black waves and floating gray fog still make Gilo feel like the poet Zhengting in the famous book "Inferno", in the bottomless darkness. Yuan moved forward slowly.
Looking up at the sky, it is all gray, and looking down at the ground, you can see a black abyss, and you can't even tell the difference between up and down.
A dilapidated and lonely boat was moving forward in this flooded valley.
“Pull quickly.” A black-robed monk with fine iron teeth in his mouth yelled at the soldiers and boatmen in an arrogant manner.
The shouting and cursing interrupted Ji Luo's thoughts. Looking at the iron-toothed monk, he couldn't help but sigh.
The poet Zhengting was sincerely protected by his animal friends, but he really couldn't believe the group of people around him.
The small boat on which Gilo was sitting contained a total of four armored sergeants, two night guards, a boatman, Gilo and the iron-toothed monk who commanded the soldiers.
This is the team they went to investigate the secret party and the witch.
Gilot doesn’t quite understand why there is such a big fuss over the death of a country knight?
Is it possible that the knight named Barnet is a relative or illegitimate son of Durdafo?
"Bypassing the mountain col, we will reach the Holy Grail Mountain." The iron-toothed monk's face was full of excitement, "As long as we can catch the witch this time, the priests of the cathedral will definitely elect me to be the next priest. "
The goal of our operation is to investigate, find out how Barnett died, and capture the witch.
Have you ever seen a witch? You are squaring off with the witch here, do you know what a black hand is?
If the witch comes, Gilo will be the first to run.
I think back then, the Witcher Castle where Gilo was located was raided and destroyed by the witch from Black Snake Bay overnight.
The strong castle collapsed instantly without even seeing the enemy.
Countless apprentices and official demon hunters were smashed to death and buried, and the scars on Gilo's face came from that time.
Casting a look of disdain on the iron-toothed monk's bare forehead, Gilo's evaluation of him was: I only read the story about the witcher.
Giro is not a serious witcher, but he has at least been exposed to the witcher industry.
With this configuration, it would be difficult to fight even a veteran wizard, and even a witch.
When people seriously encircle and suppress witches, they mobilize several earls and princes and hundreds of knights. Armored sergeants must be counted as a team of fifty.
To kill a witch requires a regular army of less than a thousand people, and this still has to be a sneak attack. Is it really like in "Harry Potter and the Fire Witch Hunter" that a knight, monk, witcher, and the Iron Triangle can kill the witch?
Don't be ridiculous!
"Our goal is to investigate the cause of Lord Barnett's death." Gilo reminded, "The witch is not something we can fight against for the time being."
Besides, I'm not A regular witcher, Gilo added in his mind, I haven't even drunk the potion yet.
"Aren't you here? The flood is raging, can the witch still fly? It's okay, it's okay." Shaking his palm up and down, the iron-toothed monk grinned, revealing two sharp iron teeth, " Besides, I also have a sacred catching ball and a holy water bomb. If I can’t beat it, can’t I escape?”
Hearing that there was a sacred catching ball, Gilo felt a little calmer.
His face was stern, but he still whispered in his heart, who knows what weird and unpredictable abilities the witch has?
Anyway, Gilo has made up his mind to take a look at the Moulin Rouge villagers from a distance after landing.
Then he went back and reported that there was an invisible and unknown force warning that there was a great terror in Moulin Rouge Village and he could not get close.
Gilo can't stay in this place anyway, and his identity will be really exposed if he stays any longer.
As soon as the flood recedes, run away and hide in Norn for two days before leaving the mountain.
"Master Priest, Master Demon Hunter, where are we going?"
While thinking, a sudden voice almost scared Gilo and jumped from the boat.
He turned around and saw it was a raft.
At this moment, the raft was right next to their boat. The fog was so thick that they didn't even notice it. "Who are you?" Gilo was tall, with a face as sharp as an axe, and two scars on his right eye, which immediately made the villager bend down.
"Sir, the young one is a villager from Moulin Rouge Village, and he came out to fish."
"Just right." The Iron-Toothed Monk immediately rushed out, "We are going to Moulin Rouge Village, you, please lead the way. "
"The village of Moulin Rouge has been flooded. Our camp is on the Holy Grail Mountain."
"Then go to the Holy Grail Mountain."
"Priest, this is it. Walk along." The villager immediately turned around and paddled forward.
Ji Luo had one head and two heads, and these soldiers were watching. He couldn't say no, so he could only nod slightly.
The Gulag Monastery is not far from the Holy Grail Mountain. Under the leadership of the villagers, they quickly arrived at the Holy Grail Mountain.
The boat was tied to a tree, and the group waded through the foot of the mountain path and arrived at the mountainside of the Holy Grail Mountain.
"Hey, you are the lord of Moulin Rouge Village, a knight named Barnet? Right?"
"Hey, don't mention it, Lord Demon Hunter!" The villager kept saying He waved his hand, "It's unlucky to say it. We just found out a few days ago that Barnett is actually a devil. Do you know what he did? He actually raised monsters in the black pine forest! A real dog devil!"
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Raising monsters?
Gilo's brain was on fire. Considering Duldaf's unusual concern for Barnett, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
“Thanks to Mr. Grandson and the Holy Lady for this matter, if it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t have known that Barnett was a devil.” The villager who led the way was still talking to himself, “ That day, the holy grandson was obviously dead and had lost his head. However, he was revived by our lord Myrcella. The saint was even more pitied. First, Myrcella had a dream, and later he even gave her the power to cast thunder and lightning. Technique..."
Blank!
Ji Luo almost jumped up on the spot. His body turned into a humanoid monster and his body turned into a witch. It was almost the most difficult combination to deal with.
"Where are you saints?" Gilo asked pretending to be casual, his expression unchanged.
The boatman replied casually: "I went to pick potato roots in the black pine forest. If you want to see me, you won't be able to see me for a while."
Fortunately, it's not irreversible yet. the point.
Immediately making a decision, Gilo immediately turned to the Iron-Toothed Monk and whispered: "They are two extremely powerful monsters. They are not something that we can easily defeat. Barnett fell into their trap." We have to go back quickly."
"Don't worry, let's take a look. Maybe these stupid people just believe in some secret party or wild boar." The iron-toothed monk was obviously unwilling.
He and Duldaf were both born in choirs, and they were already about to become bishops, while he was still just an assistant priest.
He heard that Duldaf was going to be promoted, but there was no one to choose his successor.
In order to take over Duldaf's position, he borrowed a large amount of usury from those Al bankers. Everything else was taken care of, except for one credit.
This opportunity must be seized.
Seeing that the iron-toothed monk was hesitating, Jiluo's eyes were so anxious that bloodshot eyes came out: "This is a witch, neither of us can hold it, not even Durdafo can hold it, we must The Archbishop of High Castle must be informed.”
"At least, at least capture one middle-level cultist. Anyway, the witch is not here now. If we run back without any witnesses, we will get nothing." The monk gritted his teeth and insisted. Besides, this may also involve Durdafo. scandal.
He didn't want to expose this matter. He just wanted to prove to the superior bishops that Durdafo couldn't handle their affairs. You see, he would have been caught.
Thinking of this, the Iron Teeth Monk's eyes glowed hot and full of hope.
He let out a heavy breath from his nose. Ji Luo knew that those soldiers were all listening to the iron-toothed monks, so he could only grit his teeth and ask: "Who to arrest?"
"Just arrest him. This is the one in front of me." The iron-toothed monk stretched out his stubby finger and pointed not far away.
There stood a young man wearing a short blue-black brocade robe and a short cloak tied around his neck.
Looking at his attire, you can tell that he is not an ordinary commoner, but judging from his attitude in speaking, he probably doesn’t have a high status.
In addition, the boatman was running towards him at a trot, he was probably some kind of little boss.
"Okay, but if we get caught, let's retreat immediately!"
"Okay."
"Do it!"
(End of this chapter)