The Divine Hunter

As the twilight loomed, Kona Village was lit up with shadowy fires.

In the open space in the center of the fire, there was a black crowd kneeling on the ground. At a glance, there were young adults, old and weak women and children, and most of them were silent and motionless.

However, there were also a few villagers who cried and howled, causing the twenty or so soldiers with swords to scold them from time to time.

"You bastard, don't stop talking!" Yada's leather whip slapped a noisy villager on the cheek, and instantly a scarlet bloodstain rolled up from the flesh, but the villager just groaned, and then He stubbornly stared at the woman with his bloodshot eyeballs wide open, the corners of his mouth still wriggling, nervously chanting a strange incantation.

"read!"

"Snapped!"

"Recite your master's evil spell?"

The long whip brought out a series of afterimages in Yada's hand. The back of the villager who chanted the curse was like a wasteland plowed by an old ox.

The whip shadow swayed, his mourning became lower and lower, and he slowly exhausted the room until his breath was dying, and there was only air in and no air out.

Yada's chest rose and fell, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

"Idiot who doesn't know what's wrong! I sacrificed twenty-five elite soldiers for your safety, and now you still dare to worry about the beasts in the altar!"

"If you beat someone again, you'll die... Calm down, we've already dealt with the inner ghost you wanted."

The two witchers came over and showed Yada an old head in their hands. The latter's eyes narrowed when they saw this, and then she smiled happily.

"Very well, you really did not disappoint me. Now I finally have an explanation for the group of dead warriors," Yada raised her hand to stop the soldiers who were beating and scolding the crazy villagers.

"They are the fallen from Xinte Village, there are a total of 123 people, 30 of them have severe symptoms and cannot communicate normally, and 7 of them resisted fiercely on the way when they came, and were placed on the spot by my soldiers. kill."

The witcher looked at the crowded scene with his eyes, and even if he didn't use observation, he could sense the darkness, madness and aura surrounding this group of people.

Among them, the thirty people who were strictly guarded by the knights were the most conspicuous, and even the quietest villagers in Xinte Village were more crazy than all the villagers in Kona Village.

"What are you going to do with these guys?" Yada said coldly, "If you let it go like this, there will inevitably be more lunatics who take the initiative to attack humans."

"Do you want to kill them?" The word "kill" landed in the Demon Hunter's mouth, and all the villagers in Xinte Village, who were silent, trembled visibly with the naked eye, obviously frightened.

"Why not? As long as you start to believe in the monsters in the altar, you will no longer be my people!" Yada licked her red lips cruelly and charmingly, "If sacrificing them can save innocent people from danger, I will never Be kind-hearted.”

"In fact, most of the villagers can't be called degenerates, and their sins do not lead to death."

"Witcher, you mentioned that the bewitched villagers will continue to provide power to the evil creature on the island."

"There is a premise for all this, within a certain range." Roy's eyes shot into the darkness outside the village,

"With Black Tern Island as the center, the closer the distance, the more severe the damage. As long as the villagers completely leave the monster's sphere of influence, they will be safe and sound. That thing can't draw any power."

"I suggest escorting all the villagers ten miles away from the Vijma Lake area, and then set up camp and stay for three days. Of course, the safest way is to send the villagers to Vijma City."

"It's impossible!" Yada fluttered the white hair on her temples, "I don't allow them to get close to Vizima and infect my people."

"Since you're not going to Vizima," Roy said, "go east. If nothing else happens, Leto and I will be able to deal with the culprit in three days, and bring peace to the lakeshore swamp in Vizima."

"By the way, Boyev, are there any other villages in the nearby swamp?"

"No... no..."

The skinny old village chief leaned over reluctantly and glanced at Yada with fluttering white hair in fear. He heard correctly, this princess seemed to plan to deal with all the villagers in Xinte Village.

Fortunately, it was stopped by the witcher.

Boyev squeezed his gray beard,

"Cough, but the old man remembers that after walking east for a day, he will see a mud village, but the villagers are not affected in any way."

"Your Highness Yada, now you will bring the Knights and all the villagers to live in the Sludge Village to the east for three days."

The witcher said, handing over two more paralyzing poisons,

"The villagers were dishonest on the way, so I gave each of them a drop of food... Remember! Two drops at most, any more will kill people."

"Then I'll leave the next thing to you two..." Yada carefully handed the potion to Knight Powell beside her, and then sighed unwillingly,

"You must return in triumph, or I will be sorry for the grace of the goddess in the lake!"

Not long after, the two witchers rode back to the willow trees on the south bank of Lake Vegema after watching the hundreds of people leave in great might.

Roy was quietly ambushing around, and by the way, he communicated with Wirth to keep it absolutely quiet.

...

In the early morning, everything was quiet, and a bright moon rose in the air, casting a bright reflection on the dark and calm lake.

Suddenly, the reflection shattered, but three huge fish heads surfaced. In the rushing sound of the water, they formed a neat formation with sparkling waves, and they swam to the lakeshore in no time.

"Grumbling..."

The fallen murloc in the center let out a low cry, and then the ugly fish head looked around vigilantly.

Two half-murlocs holding rough bone spears stood guard on either side, their bodies seemed to be immature, much thinner than the individual in the center, less than half the height of a human.

After confirming that there was no danger, the big half-fish man couldn't wait to pout his butt forward, digging in the soft mud under the willow tree for a while, and took out a fat dead fish in surprise, and in front of the two subordinates He swallowed the dead fish whole and in his stomach.

"Hiccup..." It rolled the eyes of the dead fish and burped contentedly, rubbing its belly.

The two subordinates lowered their brows, daring not to hold any grudges.

"Hiccup..." The murloc hiccupped again, and then, with such a "pop", he fell to the ground on his back without warning, with a blood hole on his head.

"Ulla... Ulla?"

The two guards glanced at each other in a panic, trying to help the boss up, but unexpectedly, a dark arrow was shot diagonally from the ground, bursting a head.

This time, only the fallen murlocs turned and ran.

In the dark night, a loud and long neigh suddenly sounded, and a brown horse rushed out of the nearby woodland and slammed into the murloc who was running for his life. It was thrown into the grass like a broken sandbag far away, and it rolled on the spot a few times and passed out.

And Wilt, who had completed the task, ran back with joy, where two witchers came out of the shadows.

"Fallen murloc," the young witcher pinched his fingers, "let's see what's in your head?"

Moments later, the surviving fallen murlocs were tied to the willow tree by Wu Hua Da.

"What are you going to do, kid?" the bald man asked curiously. "Using the Axif Seal? We can't communicate with it at all, so don't waste your time."

"I have another trick, just wait and watch the show!"

Roy woke up the fallen half-murloc who was tied up with five flowers with a slap in the face, let it grin and spit stench, and tried to use forced domestication on it.

But unexpectedly got several failed messages——

You have bound the mount "Wilt" and cannot be forced to domesticate it. Do you want to unbind it first?

The target is in a frenzy and cannot be forced domesticated.

"Dagan's believers, in a state of fanaticism, cannot be domesticated?"

"It seems that I have to ask the goddess of the lake for the position of the remaining fallen murlocs."

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