The troll twitched its nose, which was technically more like two holes in its face, and even swished when it inhaled."
No, I caught the bird, dance, let my wife stop screaming."
Looking at the potion in front of it, the troll hesitated, but it could only think simply.It wants a bird more than a drink, so it refuses to trade."
Your little bird still crows, she cries all the way, and your lady cries at home, I mean, do you really want to hear more screams?"
The white-haired man didn't give up, he blocked between the trolls and the nets, and brought the glass bottle in his hand closer.The troll's green eyes looked at him, and the monster's face was almost the size of a millstone.But then, the monster reached out, took the bottle of potion, threw it into its mouth and chewed it.Broken glass ballast and glowing liquid splattered from the corners of its mouth, and the sound was like walking in iron shoes in a pile of rubble."
The vodka man is right, Stonefoot doesn't like to scream, the birds are yours, don't follow."
The troll scratched his head and turned away with confidence, the gray figure quickly disappearing into the trees, leaving only a deep line of footprints."
Let me go, let me out."
The black-haired woman in the fishing net saw the monster leave and began to struggle desperately.But after the fishing net is wrenched in, the more you struggle, the more you can't get out.The white-haired man sighed a little helplessly, it's not too early, and he is destined to not be able to leave the forest today: "Stand up by yourself, and then slowly get out." ”The woman in white, who was hiding in the bushes, also came over, and she was kind enough to help the woman in the fishing net get out of trouble.The man in the net looked at her with some gratitude, but his eyes fell more on the white-haired man."
Oh my God, you actually talked to the trolls, I thought we were all going to die!
It's going to kill us!
”The man touched his beard, the badge on his chest still trembling, but the surroundings were safe."
Actually, if you understand it, it's not that bad."
The woman in white smiled playfully, she crossed her waist with one hand, and made a toast gesture with the other: "That's because half of your friends are drunkards." ”Seeing the woman in the net getting out of trouble, the white-haired man turned to the side: "Not exactly, they are almost all of them." ”The woman in white rolled her eyes.They turned back some distance and reached a small pine forest in the forest, where three horses were bolted, brown, black, and white.They were quietly grazing with their heads bowed, but the light of the setting sun had already penetrated the forest, and the color of the light was no longer suitable for haste.The man untied his camping tools from his horse and began to clear the ground, and there was a stream not far away, which was a good place to camp.The danger of spending the night in the forest is almost the same anyway, so it's better to be closer to the water source."
I'm Geralt of Livia, this is Hirella of Sintra, and we're witchers.""
I can see it, thank you, you saved my life, my name is Jane."
The rescued woman said gratefully that she had shown no fear of the witcher.And from this point of view, she is more like a nobleman, after all, among the commoners, there are still many rumors that the witcher is also a monster.Geralt just nodded, he looked around for stones to build a fire pit, and it was impossible to make a fire at night: "I'll make a fire, and before the sun sets, Ciri, you go and find food." ”Ciri drew his steel sword from behind him and walked into the forest.However, today's luck was obviously not good, and it was not until dark that Ciri caught a total of three mice.A special species of forest rat with white fur that looks like a small rabbit, except that it has no ears and looks like a cloud in its hands.They are otherworldly creatures, said to have come to this world during the last time the celestial spheres met, and strictly speaking, whether they are rats or squirrels, no one knows.The flesh of such a creature was light and tasteless, and tasted like leather, but she had to return to the camp and slaughter the rats by the stream and put them on twigs."
That's all there is to it."
She handed the skewers to Geralt and sat helplessly by the fire, watching Geralt put them on the fire.The flames licked the white flesh, and the water droplets crackled on the wood."
It's not bad, it's not small, and the forest looks relatively safe."
The surroundings had darkened, and Geralt's face was red from the firelight, and his golden pupils were brighter.During the barbecue, Jane tells the two witchers that she is the daughter of a wealthy farmer, who has only run away from home, and is now planning to go to the free city of Novigre in the north, which is a prosperous city and can always find a way out.Ciri stared at the rats on the fire, watching them turn golden.She told Jane that they were also heading to Novigre, and that they could go on the road together if Jane wanted to, after all, it would always be safer to go on the road with two witchers.Jane asks if they are going to the Pearl of the North in search of job opportunities?
Geralt tells her that they are already working and that they are going to Norvigray to deal with a bloodthirsty banshee."
The Bloodthirsty Banshee is a mutation of a cursed female, like a cross between a werewolf and a war dog, except that she's faster, stronger, and smells like a beggar's garment."
As he spoke, Geralt distributed the rats to everyone and began to eat with a dagger himself."
Oh my God, that sounds scary."
Jane took the skewers, but didn't know how to eat them."
She can make it difficult for us to deal with."
Geralt replied."
Then why go?"
Jane said she didn't understand.Ciri also used the same method as Geralt, shaving the rat meat with a dagger and putting it in her mouth, and she smiled."
Somebody has to go, either us or some other witcher."
After the meal, Geralt laid out the list, and if the two witchers acted together, they could take turns to rest.Meditation doesn't solve the problem, and if you can lie down and sleep, who would choose to sit on their knees for the night?
Thinking of this, he began to miss Viselmir again, the old man died for them, but Geralt had avenged him.Ciri, on the other hand, chats with Jane about the past, such as being peeped at by trolls when she was taking a shower.According to her, trolls are like talking stones, or the dumbest stones.The two chatted for a long time, but Jane went to bed first, and Ciri approached Geralt and asked about the next trip."
If the news is correct, we'll find the Bloodthirsty Banshee soon, but how do we kill her?
I know from Dandrion that you have killed one, but I want to hear what the witcher says, not the poet's. ”"The Witcher's Statement?
That is, to avoid the peasants, to avoid the grass forks. ”Geralt touched his chest.Ciri slapped the ground and shook the grass from side to side: "I'm getting down to business. ”"That was a long time ago, involving Temoria and the dead King Foltest, he and his own sister's daughter Ada, born a dead baby, and cursed by everyone, turned into a bloodthirsty banshee in the grave I tried my best to turn her back into a human, but the power of the blood curse she received was too strong, and a few years later, she finally died at my hands."
Geralt leaned his double swords against the big tree beside him, and he lay down with his head on his hands: "You will know what happened after that, Foltest lost his heir, and then a civil war broke out with his illegitimate sons, Foltest was assassinated by Reso, and then, Nilfgaard's black-clothed army came" Ciri bared his teeth: "Okay, anyway, now that Enghil is also dead, Nilfgaard's inheritance has nothing to do with me, I still like to be a witcher." ”"But the wild hunt still exists, and the elven kingdom of Ayn-El has only lost its leader, Aritin, so we must always be vigilant.""
Alright, go to sleep, I don't want to talk about those crazy elves, at least I haven't heard of hoarfrost anywhere lately."
Ciri stood up and patted her ass as she was going to meditate in the darkness in the other direction of the camp.She prefers to camp near a spring rather than by a river.The spring water is cleaner and contains fewer impurities, such as water ghosts, swamp witches, water spirits, and many other things.Geralt said no more, he closed his eyes and began to rest, they had all traveled so far today that even the turnips seemed to be asleep.Time passed, and the fire dimmed, and the light from the afterglow no longer flickered.In the darkness, a large furry hand reached out from behind the trees and gently stole Geralt's two swords, then grabbed Jane on the other side of the fire.Jane wakes up from her dream and screams to find her hair being ripped on.Geralt immediately got up, and he saw a strong werewolf, just on the other side of the fire.It was about three meters tall, covered in lush fur, and had no blood on its body, so it was supposed to be still hungry.Again, it is very strong and seems to know the witcher, it maintains a part of its sanity, and also knows how to steal silver and steel swords."
Ah, a witcher, I can't believe my luck."
The werewolf grabbed Jane's neck with one hand and began taunting Geralt, "You shouldn't have laid down your weapon, now I can taste the flesh of the witcher." ”Geralt was still calm, and when the werewolf approached, the badge on his chest jumped almost out of the neckline, and he had already spotted it.But he wanted to see the purpose of the werewolf, he generally did not kill indiscriminately, but unfortunately this werewolf had succumbed to the hunger and thirst for human flesh and blood, and there was no cure."
Swords are just foreign objects, they are just a trick, the key is the man or woman who uses the sword."
Ciri was in the grass not far behind the werewolf, and she could instantly pierce the werewolf with her oiled silver sword as soon as she activated her flash ability.She did intend to do the same.However, when she stood out behind the werewolf, a wider and longer black greatsword suddenly fell from the sky, directly pinning the werewolf to the ground.Without silver and sword oil, this blow was not fatal to the werewolf, and although it lost Jane in its hand, its limbs still kept pulling the ground, trying to get up.But the greatsword was stuck deep into the ground, and it got stuck."
Igni!"
Geralt immediately used the seal, and he unleashed an arc of flame, and the werewolf's body hair began to burn, but this made it struggle even more fiercely.Ciri tried to get around it and cut off the werewolf's head with a silver sword, but the smoke and smell of the fur fire kept her eyes open.It was as if a black shadow had jumped down from the tree, landed straight on the humanoid fire, held down the hilt of the greatsword, and raised one foot to step down.The werewolf's entire head was flattened and silent as if it had sunk into the ground."
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I've let you down, not a woman."
The man who suddenly appeared drew his greatsword, stepped out of the flames, and answered the witcher in a hoarse voice.P Meiman Knell 48302dexhtp