Space fluctuates and ripples appear.

The figure of the witch hunter appeared.

Swish-

Alondet unsheathed, drawing a beautiful arc from top to bottom.

A very pleasant slash passed by!

Knock.

The ugly head fell to the ground, and the witch rolled to the feet of the witch hunter, and a star-shaped rune lit up.

Kill the ghoul, experience value +100.

Roy shook his wrist and swung away the dirty blood flowers on the sword's body.

After the ancient blood awakened, it now only has 8 magical consumption per flash. With his current magical stock, it can flash almost without restraint!

Swish-

The demon hunter was like lightning, wielding his sword to attack the back of the Blood Thorn Corpse Demon.

Shock!

When the blood-colored tentacle lifted it into the air without any resistance, the dark sword blade aimed at its thick and short neck, and slashed from top to bottom.

Puff puff puff —

Black blood burst into the dam.

The blade stuck in a fountain-like neck.

The corpse demon screamed and wailed!

The second kill!

The soul sword that has been strengthened many times is sharp enough to cut iron like mud.

The big head rolled to the feet of the witch hunter.

Kill the Blood Thorn Corpse Demon, experience value +260, witch hunter lv12 (7760/12500)

The battle ended in less than twenty seconds.

"Summoning the Ice Spirit costs fifteen experience points, three-headed monsters cost more than four hundred, and they have made a lot of money!"

Roy touched Bingling's head with admiration, and sent it back to Annihilation, humming a brisk little song.

The short blade was drawn and three corpses were excavated on the spot, including the eyes, tongue, internal organs, poisonous nails, teeth, and large red mutation inducers.

Now there are more than a dozen witch hunters in the school to raise potions and trials. The mutants required for the trial have increased several times, and he must cherish every harvest.

...

In just a few minutes, the three ghouls were broken down into seven or eight, almost turning into three skeletons.

Roy, who had returned home with a full load, slowly cleaned up the blood on his body and the sword, and blew a loud whistle.

It is for both Golfin and the owner of the farmyard.

The cat eagle flew back into the hood.

Roy ignored the still closed door and turned around and left.

"Cruff-" The door suddenly opened, and an old man poked his face behind the door.

"Did you kill them, sir?" After turning his eyes to the terrifying remains of ghouls on the ground, he shouted at the back of the witch hunter, with a hint of cowardice in his tone.

"They yelled at me, it's just a matter of raising hands." Roy turned around and glanced at him indifferently.

The old man was very small but had no hunchback and was wearing a linen shirt and dirty pants of the same material.

"Thank you, you killed the monsters in the yard and saved Old Albert, Mill and Lina's revenge." He stuttered, his tone was vague, his teeth under his lips were very large and messy.

"Abert? Since you are out, I happen to have a question to ask you," Roy's eyes flashed. Somehow, he suddenly changed his mind, walked to the old man, and grabbed the door with one hand.

Because of his sudden movement, fear appeared on his kind face with age spots,

"Don't be afraid, I only kill 'monsters' and don't touch ordinary people. Can you understand?"

"How long have you lived here? Have you seen a man with white hair recently, who is in his thirties and forties, about six feet tall, well-proportioned, with a cat-like amber pupils on his face, and two swords on his back?"

"A girl of eight or nine years old, with mouse gray silver hair, emerald green eyes, very beautiful, and her height is less than my chest."

"The old man has lived nearby for twenty years," he shook his head with a row of wrinkles on his forehead, thinking hard, "The white-haired man and girl you mentioned look so unique and eye-catching. I will definitely remember if they have been here. But I have no impression."

"But over the past few months, Niphgaard's army swept everywhere. I hid in the jungle and escaped by chance. After the Niphgaards left, three more abominable monsters came to block the door. During this period, I didn't even dare to go out and knew nothing about what was happening outside."

"Oh," the witch hunter sighed regretfully, his eyes slowly swept across the entire yard, "Is the dead in that yard your son and daughter-in-law?"

"My poor Mir and Ana were chopping firewood in the yard half a month ago, and suddenly they were killed by these three monsters from somewhere." The old man nodded, roared, and wiped his red eyes hard, "Three beasts! I'm not satisfied with killing my relatives, and I want to open the door to eat me. If you weren't here, wuwu..." He looked sad, "I'm afraid I'll accept the summons of Goddess Freya."

"Half a month? Besides your children, are there other people nearby, especially the injured, who have come here, or injured and dying animals?" Roy asked slowly, paying attention to the old man's eyes.

"Not left, only the lonely old Albert, woof..."

Roy's pupils under his sunglasses glanced at the two dead again, "I've been on the road for most of the day and didn't eat anything. Can I let me go into the house to drink water and eat something?"

"Ah?" Albert's face suddenly collapsed. He glanced at the sword behind the witch hunter with a muddy and dull look, and looked embarrassed. "I was blocked by monsters for several days. I had almost eaten up all the food I had stored, and only the turnips in the ground were left. If you don't dislike it, just pull a few of them?"

"Then let me drink water again, right? I'll leave immediately after drinking."

The old man then had a bitter face and slowly let the witch hunter enter the door.

The inside of this wooden house is as dirty as outside, and it is obviously not cleaned for a while.

The walls of the house were covered with something like a wild dog skin, a low table and a bench in the middle, and an enclosed fireplace made of stone and clay.

There was a large dark iron pot on it, but nothing was left empty.

"Wait for a moment, I'll get some water for you now."

The witch hunter sat on the bench and watched his back enter the inner room separated by the wooden board.

I looked around casually, and dark red ribbons with bloody smell intertwined in the air, some flew out of the door and some rushed into the inner room.

He was basically sure of his guess.

He stood up, followed the ribbon and walked into the inner room.

The old man was bent down and stood in front of an old water tank to scoop water. The water was about to reach the bottom, and he was struggling.

He didn't pay any attention to the movement behind him.

Roy got closer and closer, and glanced at a wooden stake with an axe inlaid on the left side of the water tank, with a layer of brown blood stained on the surface of the axe.

On the right floor of the water tank, there is a square floor with a much darker color than the surrounding area.

“Um…”

The old man picked up the bowl and turned around.

A series of dancing fingertips suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The whole person was trembling all over and stood there in a daze.

"Roel, are you the owner of this house?" Roy called out the observed name directly.

"no."

The pupils of the different colors became a little cold.

"Where did you come from?"

“Rivendale Valley southeast of Soden.”

"What happened to the two dead and monsters outside the house?"

"A week ago, I passed by this yard tired and hungry. The couple took me in when I saw that I was old and weak... After their family fell asleep at night, I took out the axe from the kitchen and wiped their necks, threw the body outside the house, dug a hole, and prepared to rest for one night, and buried it the next day. Unexpectedly, three terrible monsters suddenly appeared in the yard after one night."

"Where did they offend you? Why did they kill someone?"

A trace of struggle appeared on the old man's face, but he could never break free from the powerful effect of the mutated Yakshifa Seal. He shook his head,

"The Battle of Soceng has just ended, and it's a rare opportunity. After a while..."

"Swish--"

A dark red light shredded the air and flashed away.

The murderer named Raul, who occupied the magpie's nest, widened his eyes, covered the blood gushing out of his neck like a fountain, and hissed in his throat, rushed towards Roy, but ended up rushing into the air and falling to the ground.

The hands and feet twitched a few times, and there was no movement.

"I said that I only killed monsters, especially monsters that are not even as good as ghouls!"

Roy shook his head.

After the war, all kinds of monsters came out.

He regretted solving the three ghouls. He should let the ghouls continue to torture this thing.

Roy wiped the blade with the corpse's clothes, walked quickly to the left, groped on the ground with both hands, and soon found a hidden button. With a little effort, the wooden board was lifted away by him, revealing a dimly lit basement.
To be continued...