"Who are you? Where are you from and where are you?" A bald short and fat man roared rudely at the two of them. He stood with his legs spread apart, carrying a bow and a bag of white feather arrows.

"We come from Podlogge," Geralt stepped forward, he looked around the soldiers' faces, as if no one had noticed the identity of the witcher, so he lied, "Just about to go back to Bruger, what's wrong?"

On the other side, Roy quietly pulled Cili's hand and pulled her behind her.

"We are the king's men!" Another black-faced man, obviously the leader, stood up and glanced at the two long swords behind Geralt, and said in a more polite tone, "Some unexpected situations have happened here, and we have to check the passing pedestrians."

As he said that, he glanced behind him.

Roy's nose moved, well, the smell of blood, the smell of blood mixed with humans and horses floated from behind the black-faced man.

"Two, look?" said the black-faced man, letting the soldiers spread a path.

Geralt exchanged glances with Roy and walked over with great strides.

Roy picked up Cili's face back and let her head rest on her shoulder.

"Good, close your eyes."

The little girl seemed very well-behaved at this time, leaning against her sleepyly, but she just sprayed the rapid breathing on the back of the witch hunter's neck, proving that she was not so calm.

Not far ahead, a big tree with lush branches and leaves fell in the middle of the road, blocking a carriage covered with tart cloth. Several long-haired pony fell in front, tangled with the handlebars and reins, with sharp arrows inserted on their bodies, revealing yellow teeth.

One of them was not dead yet, with his dark eyes wide open, sniffing heavily, and his legs kept kicking against the ground.

Blood was soaked in the sand, and human corpses were spread out in a mess, some were close to the carriage, and some were wrapped in the wheels.

There is no survivor.

"A carriage convoy encountered an attack?" Geralt asked,

A soldier rubbed a blood-stained dagger with both hands and looked at the three of them with his triangular eyes.

"It's a shameless sneak attack..." He replied in a rough filed voice, "Broc Leon's tree spirit attacked the passing caravan, killed everyone, we are investigating."

"The tree spirit will attack the caravan?"

"You see it yourself!" The soldier waved his arms impatiently, "Poor businessmen, being shot like a hedgehog, is still on the road! The monsters in the forest are becoming more and more cruel. As I said, it won't take long to leave the forest and take the initiative to attack the nearby residents!"

"So, everyone?" Geralt asked cautiously, blinking his eyes,

"We were waiting on the road to pick up Governor Fisnett, but suddenly we received the news that the Governor led his men into the forest."

"It took three days to go there. He and that noble person must have been attacked by the tree spirit! First they were, and now they are businessmen."

A vicious light shot out from the eyes of the soldier who gritted his teeth, "We must pay for the blood debt!"

"Yes, blood debts and blood payments."

"Aren't you revenge or a man?"

"Kill all the tree spirits!"

"That druid is not here yet, let's not wait!"

A warm response came from the pile of soldiers.

Druid, no one else has come?

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Geralt lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Okay, I wish you a victory." He turned around and waved to Roy, "If there is nothing else, we will leave first."

"Wait, brother," the black-faced man jumped over, "What does that guy behind him have to do with you? He is also a Bruger?"

"That's right...my two nephews." The witch hunter thought for a while and deliberately described Xili as a boy. Just looking at her dress, it was impossible to tell the difference between men and women.

"The two nephews are so healthy! They are really the guy favored by Goddess Merritelli. They are so lucky that they are jealous! Let's leave with your two babies now, brother, don't come back. The danger of the tree spirit cannot be handled by just carrying two swords on your back, otherwise the next time you are killed... will be your family..."

After saying that, he turned his back and asked his subordinates to separate the road.

"Goodbye!"

The black-faced man waved, and when Roy passed by with Cili in his arms, he also touched the girl's head, who shook back with trembling.

"What a little guy who is too handsome. He is definitely a heartthrob when he grows up! By the way, kid, what are you mumbling in your mouth?"

"You have blood on your hands," Cili said tremblingly.

"Oh, that's the blood of the merchant. I accidentally stuck it when I checked the body." The black-faced man smiled and shrugged as if nothing had happened.

"But, this is not a tree elixir!" Xiri ignored the increased force of the witch hunter on his waist, "It's obvious!"

"You say it again?" The black-faced man's smile completely disappeared, and he asked in a creepy tone.

"This tree... looks at the wood chips all over the ground. It was cut down... it was cut down with an axe, and the tree spirits would never cut down the trees. They use their magic to control the natural growth of trees, right? Geralt?"

Xiri also turned around and asked the white-haired demon hunter.

"It's right!" The black-faced man winked at the squinting soldier, and quietly turned his hand to hold the weapon at his waist, "What a smart child, smart..."

"Enough!" Roy, who had been neglected, suddenly screamed.

"What's enough?"

"Do you think we are blind? You dare to frame us!"

After Roy finished speaking, Geralt had already taken action tacitly - the cuffs of the iron-clad nails hit the forehead of the man who was close to him. Before the man fell to the ground, he unsheathed his sword and jumped between the other two soldiers.

The movements of ordinary people seemed to be slow motion to the witch hunter. The two soldiers reacted. It was too late. Geralt's long sword swung in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc, and instantly cutting the carotid artery of the two soldiers.

They covered their fountain-like necks in horror.

Can't make a sound.

At this time, the soldiers in circles around had already picked up the crossbow and took out the arrows. Geralt knelt on one knee, stretched his fingers, and outlined the Alderfather seal, but he was aiming not at the archers in the distance, but the sand.

With a muffled "bang", Alder rolled up a whirlwind of sand and dust, and the yellow sand rolled around, temporarily covering the figures of the three people. Then he pushed a soldier who was smeared and used it as a human shield and rushed towards the archer!

"Can you still use this?"

Looking around, Roy immediately hid Cili in a hollow log.

"Hide it, don't come out!"

Then a knock on Quinn protecting his body, his eyes swept not far away, holding a long sword in both hands, and quickly approaching the black-faced man.

"The demon hunter, it turns out to be a demon hunter." After realizing it, I realized that my face was full of grim smiles, "Come on, freak boy, let uncle care for you!"

Roy had no intention of fighting with him in close combat. Another magic seal appeared in the air with his fingers. In an instant, a dazzling fire light overturned, and the conical fire snake wrapped around the black-faced man standing foolishly.

The next moment, the heart-wrenching screams sounded, and the black-faced man on fire rushed wildly, and actually rushed towards his own camp, causing them to be in a hurry.

Looking at this strange scene, Roy was a little stunned.

"Why has my Ignifa...the power has become greater?" His previous level 1 seal would probably only make black-faced men feel burning and blisters, and they will definitely not ignite the other party's body.

"Is it the effect of the ancient blood? My elemental talent has been enhanced?"

"Swoosh--"

Unpredictably shot a crossbow arrow. Roy shook his wrist and rotated the shiny sword blade towards it, but his reaction was not fast enough and only blocked the air. The protective Kunn magic shield was ruthlessly shattered by the arrow.

He rolled against the ground, and a second arrow shot into the grass at his feet.

Then he stood up and moved his body like lightning along the shape of "Zhi", and the third crossbow arrow rubbed against the leather armor on his forearm.

The shooting entered a short gap, and the witch hunter looked up at the bushes.

Thirty meters away, one, two, three, and three, formed a bunch of crossbowmen, aiming at him, pulling the strings and setting arrows.

Rush over? It's too late!

The witch hunter grabbed Gabriel from the void and shot an arrow over there.

When the arrow penetrated the bushes, his dark gold pupils shrank into prism.

Flashing!

For a moment, time seemed to stagnate.

The sound of wind, insects, the sound of killing, the sound of sword blades colliding, the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, all disappeared, leaving only a slight, short and sharp roar.

The location of the witch hunter is strangely rippling.

The world in front of him was divided into countless color blocks, and everything became bright and blurry, like a painting written by an Impressionist master - he leaned over and walked through a thin layer of "water film".

The three crossbowmen in the bushes couldn't help but widen their eyes. On the grass where the eyes were originally gathering, the strange snake-shaped witch hunter with both crossbow swords suddenly disappeared.

They lost their goal and turned around subconsciously.

Group shock!

The overwhelming blood-colored tentacles reflected into their pupils, and the three of them were tied tightly, unable to move even their fingers.

"Swish--"

The next second, the air was roaring, and Gu Weishir drew a graceful arc, swung accurately, and almost simultaneously crossed the necks of three crossbowmen.

The charming blood flowers bloomed, and several people covered the blood gushing between their necks, and a low roar from their throats, falling to the ground. After falling down, their limbs were still trembling and twitching, and their eyes buried in the soil were glaring to the extreme, full of confusion.

Until they died, they didn't know how the other party approached, and what magic to use to fix themselves.

"Kill Gomas, Lea, Trilu... Experience value +20*3,lv6(570/3500)."

The witch hunter shook his wrist and swung away the blood flowers. Uncontrollable excitement appeared on his young face, and it flashed, which was not as uncomfortable as entering the portal.
To be continued...