The next morning, it was not yet dawn.

The witch hunter packed his luggage and set off again.

There are so many rugged roads in the Blue Mountains.

There are many that go deep into the mountains, and many that go over the mountains.

Most of them are deceiving deaths, and more are inhabited by dangerous wild animals.

The Oaks brothers led the way. With their rich experience in crossing mountains and ridges and guidance from the animal skin map, they crossed the most dangerous and wrong paths, along the gray mountain walls, through canyons, valleys, and forests.

The road was calm and the waves passed by two more nights.

Hunt five wild animals, enjoyed a few barbecue meals, and harvested a few furs.

The third morning.

As the sun shines through thick clouds, the snow-capped mountain peaks are shining golden light in the distance.

The witch hunter entered a wild, rugged, wide valley. The messy boulders in the valley spread to the steep slope on the other side. A spacious stream flowed through the middle of the valley, which was in the upper reaches of the river.

The water foam slapped the warm stones of the river geese, and the logs drifted down the river water, impacting the shallow riverbed.

And just across the river, a small wooden house covered with gravel and weeds appeared in front of everyone.

Oaks, whose chin was covered with light green stubble, looked at the X-shaped mark on the map, wiped off the sweat from his face, and grinned.

"Go to the place, guys!"

...

"Dongdong..."

"Dongdong..."

The thick index finger lightly clamps the door.

The four witch hunters waited quietly outside the house for ten seconds, but no one answered.

"Are we coming early?" Roy rubbed his temples, his face not very good. "On December 23, it's only just two days since the reincarnation month."

"You guys said, will the Wolf Sect's guy come to pick him up in February at the end of the month of reincarnation?"

"Wait for a month, the mountain has abundant resources, enough for us to eat." The bald man suddenly squatted in front of the door, his fingers buckled a piece of moist soil, "But you can't check carefully before saying this? Although the door is locked and you can't hear breathing and heartbeat in the house, there are obviously humans living nearby not long ago."

The big man pulled open the weeds, and a row of extremely shallow footprints appeared on the moist mud and sandy ground.

"Fine judging from the strength of the foot touching the ground, it is undoubtedly a witch hunter. I guess he went out to hunt."

...

It seemed to respond to the bald man's inference.

Everyone suddenly looked up and raised their ears. On the flat ground on the hillside behind the house, there was a green forest, and there was a sound of friction, and someone's light and fast footsteps.

A ghostly shadow jumped between the trunks, and his figure among the bushes was elegant and fast, without even stretching his arms to maintain balance, and was more flexible than apes.

The figure rushed past without stopping, looming among the trees, but did not touch even a branch.

He suddenly jumped off a tall branch and rolled against the ground to remove the momentum.

Run along the hillside to the nearest.

Everyone finally saw his appearance clearly.

A tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, was wearing an open red-bottomed black vertical patterned short coat, wide shoulders and wide back, stretched his clothes high, and shiny metal nails were embedded on his leather shoulders.

Two pieces of sword hilts emerged from their backs.

The lower body is gray tights and leather short boots that are common to the witch hunter.

With his middle-parted short brown hair, his face was not very good, his facial features were rough, his nose was slightly bent to the right, his vertical amber pupils, and his cheeks were slightly swollen.

The beard on the side was not shaved clean enough, leaving behind a circle of pale green stubble.

But the most eye-catching thing is a row of centipedes that look like hideous and twisted scars, which slashed from the right eyelid downward across the corner of the mouth and chin.

Coupled with his calm and cunning expression, it is easy to remind people of perverts and killers.

Escar

Age: 82

Gender: Male

Identity: Wolf School of Demon Hunter

life:?

Magic: 150

property:

Power: 22

agile:?

constitution:?

Perception: 16

Will: 12

Charm: 4

Spirit: 15

Skill:

Witchhunter's Seal lv10, Alchemy lv8, Meditation lv8, Wolf School Long Sword Sword lv10

Witch Hunter Sensor lv8

other?

...

Roy observed the Wolf Sect Witchhunter. He originally thought that the person who came to pick him up would be Lambert, or Geralt, who had a more casual personality, and he never thought of Escar.

In his inherent impression, Eskal is the most mysterious of the four wolf sects.

There is little ink in his deeds, games and books.

What impressed people the most was his personality.

Like an old cow who works hard and hard, a calm and down-to-earth old man.

But he also has some brilliant achievements.

For example, in another world, Triss Merligord mentioned, "If you have to say which man is stronger than Geralt, then Escar will be counted."

As a result, as if as a proof, at the end of everything, Tris married the most powerful man in her heart, Escar.

Of course, everything in this world is uncertain, after all, Trisse and Geralt don't know each other.

…

"The four must be friends of the Snake Sect?"

The man walked to the wooden house and stood five meters away from a few people. His amber pupils swept through the pendant between the four people's necks, and he actually recognized everyone's identities well.

"Resor, Oaks, Thurite, Roy? Good morning! I'm from Kyle Mohan, Eskal of the Wolf School."

He raised a bloody roe deer in his hand.

"You all travel thousands of miles to come, you must be tired and hungry. How about going into the house and sitting? Fill your stomach first and let's talk while eating."

His voice was very low and steady, and it made people feel at ease and at ease.

...

The empty wooden house is simple and dilapidated.

A series of tenacious weeds emerged from the gaps in the wall made of logs, and pale spider webs were hung at the corners of the house.

Inside the wooden house, except for a bed made of hay, there is only an iron pot, a grill, and a few yellowed and rotten wooden bowls left in the center.

A series of "Ziz" swallows sounded.

Five witch hunters sat around the animal skin carpet beside the iron pot, enjoying a steaming pot of steaming soup with turnips, carrots and potatoes.

Eskal added a piece of charcoal to the bonfire.

The face under the fire was unexpectedly gentle, and the scars became less scary. "More than three months ago, Geralt returned to the castle early and suddenly announced to everyone that he had met four friends in Sintra and wanted to invite him to his house."

"To be honest, I don't remember that for decades, that guy never brought anyone home, let alone a man or an apprentice, not even a woman."

"Oh? Didn't that guy Geralt have a lot of friends? Why have he never invited guests?" Roy asked.

"Yes, he has hunted dragons with the dwarf, helped Fultest save his daughter, and even slept with many sorcerers..." Escar shook his head and commented incisively, "But he is very awkward. He is close to most people, as if he is worried that he will get too close to him, and he will be afraid of separation."

That's right! Roy nodded like a pounding garlic. The legendary experiences of Lord Bailang fully demonstrate that he is a pretentious and entangled person.

"This time I was inviting four guests at once, which was beyond my expectations," Eskal looked at the leftovers in the bowl and shook his head. "I thought at first that there was another eye-opener who wanted to attack Kyle Mohan and instill in him the ecstasy soup."
To be continued...