Big single player

Coupled with his physical fitness, which is far beyond ordinary people, Lu Qi is like an agile humanoid beast, unstoppable!

Seeing that Lu Qi took the initiative to meet a large number of enemies, and then surrounded by many enemies, like chopping melons and cutting vegetables, he chopped down the enemies one by one. Angulan, who had seen Lu Qi's true combat power for the first time, both His eyes were dull, his small mouth was slightly opened, and he looked dumbfounded.

Swallowing, she looked down at the knife in her hand, the girl didn't know whether she should go up to help.

After all, this is almost a one-sided scene, and it doesn't matter if you can't get up

Lu Qi attracted more than two-thirds of the enemies, and the remaining one-third came to the demon hunter.

The demon hunter looked indifferent, but ruthlessly waved the long dwarf sword in his hand, using all the results of the demon hunter training he had received since he was a child.

In this small battle of two people vs. a hundred people, the one with the absolute upper hand is actually the side with only two people!

"Go on!"

"There are only two of them!"

"kill them"

Even under the cries of half-elves, bearded officers and others, the joint force of Nilfgaardians and robbers was still defeated by Lu Qi and the demon hunter. bloody corpse.

Soon, the sound of the rain gradually weakened, and the battle on the small square came to an end.

The bearded Nilfgaardian officer's head was chopped off by Geralt's sword; Homer Stragen, the "Nightingale" who wanted to escape secretly, was cut off by Lu Qi after his legs were chopped off. Gulan stabbed him deeply in the chest with a knife.

And the tall half-elf became the last survivor

He was kneeling on the muddy ground covered in blood, with a long sword engraved with dwarven runes stuck in his lower abdomen, but he was powerless to make any resistance.

"Your master, do you have anything else I want you to convey?"

Hearing the faint voice of the witcher, the dying half-elf whispered his last words while bleeding from the corner of his mouth:

"Cough cough my master cough cough the great Master Vigfortz, I will not let you go"

In the next second, there was only a sound of "噗嗤", and the demon hunter pulled out his long sword, turned around and swept it away, and the half-elf's entire head flew up and fell on the mud.

"Yes, I will not let him go"

Bending down, he groped in the shirt of the headless corpse, retrieved the wolf head badge, and put it on his neck again, then Geralt put his sword into its sheath, looked at Lu Qi and Angulan who were beside him, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Pull, showing an unnatural smile:

"I think our trip to the mine has been rewarding."

. . .

What the witcher said was actually a bit conservative.

This trip to the mine was completely rewarding.

Not only did they take away the entire "Nightingale" gang and the half-elf sent by Vigfortz, but they also got the true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

After solving these chasing troubles and searching for a wave of loot, the three immediately jumped on their horses and left the mining area quickly.

After all, this is still the territory of the Nilfgaardians. If you just killed three people from a team of Nilfgaardians, why don’t you just run away and wait for hundreds of Nilfgaardians to come and hang them on the gallows?

Riding on horses, passing through the rapid and wide Sansreto Valley Pass, the three of them soon saw a wisp of black smoke rising slowly and the faint smell of barbecue wafting into their nostrils.

After getting closer, they saw the other three companions of the girl-hunting team, sitting around the campfire, with slightly burnt salmon skewered on the fire.

Looking at the wet three, Dandelion smiled and teased:

"Oh, did you guys go swimming?"

Next, Angulane huddled beside the campfire to keep warm, while telling the story of the whole mine, adding vivid and unique rhetoric and words.

"Next, we will head to Toussaint, and find Regis' druid friend, and ask her to point us in the direction of Ciri."

Hearing this, the bard was the first to react:

"I can't go to Toussaint! I'd really die if I went there! And die badly!"

Seeing the poet's excited expression, the vampire couldn't help asking:

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, why are you so afraid of that fairyland-like place?"

Before the poet could answer, the witcher said in a mocking tone:

"Because it is definitely not the first time our poet friend has visited Toussaint. Now he is calmer, but his behavior in his youth is definitely not noble. I dare say that in front of him, the only thing to do is to jump into the river. Or a woman who can climb to the top of a tree is safe. And their husbands, fiancés, fathers or brothers are hostile to him, and you can totally understand it."

"Yeah, as a friend, you really know me." The poet who was ridiculed said sullenly: "Okay, I confess."

"That was a few years ago. At that time, the ruler of the Duke of Toussaint was the Duke of Raymond and the beautiful Duchess. I met her at a banquet, oh, my Anna Ye Ta, how gorgeous she is"

"We fell in love very quickly and she was madly in love with me"

"Then, your affairs were discovered by the Duke?"

Hearing that Lu Qi robbed his lines, the poet rolled his eyes and continued:

"Duke Raymond, that damned old fellow, swore he would take out my heart, boil it, feed it to Anarietta, and force her to eat it."

"Uh, it's cruel." Milva frowned.

"I felt the same way. So, I ran away from Toussaint and the woman I love most without hesitation"

As soon as the words fell, the demon hunter at the side ruthlessly exposed him: "By the way, how many favorite women do you have?"

"I think he said that to every woman when he was in bed." Angulan couldn't help but add.

"I don't talk to you people who don't understand love." Lifting his chin, the poet asked tentatively: "Why don't you go to Druids, where can I wait for you?"

"Then a person was killed by robbers and hung on a roadside tree?" The witcher added indifferently: "There is no need to discuss this matter at all. We must go to Toussaint and see the druid. As for Will the Duke greet you warmly, we will help you escape."

"You are sending your best friend to the gallows!"

Patting the poet on the shoulder, Lu Qi smiled, "Don't worry, Dandelion, we will protect you."

"Damn, you guys are some bastards who don't understand your friends"

Chapter 568 Hundred Lakes and Chasing Soldiers

This year's winter came unexpectedly early, but I especially like to play pranks, like a beautiful woman, moody.

In the south, the Kingdom of Medina, a rural area called "Hundred Lakes".

At the beginning of November, the first frost and snow came quietly, and the lake quickly turned into a hard ice surface that could bear the weight of an adult under the biting cold wind.

As any seasoned fisherman knows, bass can only be caught when the lake first freezes over.

Ever since, the fisherman Gusta took out his fishing tackle, put on heavy clothes, took an ice pick, and rushed to the lake.

The ice is very hard, and the fisherman boldly stepped on the ice, making a crackling sound.

Using an ice pick to carve out a hole, Gosta lowered the hook into the water.

As soon as I put it down, the first bass was hooked before the fishing line was taut!

An hour later, even though he had caught nearly fifty bass, the fisherman still didn't stop and continued to enjoy the fun of fishing.

At this moment, he heard a long snort coming from behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a beautiful black horse standing on the shore of the lake. The rider on the horse was wearing a fur coat and covered his face with a hood.

But those green eyes shrouded in black were exceptionally like a black hole, sucking all his attention into it.

The whole body was stiff, and the fisherman just moved the fishing rod mechanically, continuing the action at hand, while peeking at the uninvited guest on the lake bank from the corner of his eye.

Seemingly noticing the fisherman's nervousness and vigilance, the rider who jumped off his horse suddenly said:

"don’t worry."

is a woman!

When he saw the female rider take off her turban, revealing a hideous scar on her left face, the fisherman couldn't help but let out a sigh of regret.

She also carried a sword with beautiful patterns carved on the hilt.

"I won't hurt you, I just want to ask for directions."

Ask for directions?Who travels in this weather, with frost everywhere?Only bandits or necromancers

Thinking of this, the fisherman heard the voice of the female rider again:

"Is this place Centerlock?"

"Yes, it's Centerlock. But what we call it here is "Hundred Lakes""

"What about Lake Tarn Mira? How much do you know about it?"

"I understand very well," the fisherman slowly raised his head to meet the pair of emerald green eyes that made him somewhat cautious, "but we call it the "Bottomless Lake", the cursed lake. The lake is very dangerous, and the lake spirit will drag people Go down and drown, and ghosts dwell in cursed ancient ruins."

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in Shirley's eyes.

"There are ruins there? Could it be a tower?"

"Tower?" the fisherman almost snorted, "There are only a few stones piled together, covered with moss, just a pile of rocks."

The girl looked thoughtfully at the perch in the fish basket, and murmured:

"Death on Ice does have a bit of charm"

"Ah?" The fisherman didn't hear clearly.

"How far is the lake from here? Which direction should I go?"

The fisherman told her, gave her directions, and even drew a map of the course on the ice with the tip of his ice ax.

After keeping the route map in mind and thanking the fisherman, Ciri put the turban on her face again, jumped on the black horse, stepped on the frozen lake, and headed for the destination

. . .

Watching the female rider leave the lake shore in the west, the figure gradually disappears into the beautiful forest decorated with hoarfrost, but the fisherman Gosta stopped fishing.

The horse galloped with indescribable grace, the hooves barely audible.

Maybe it was really a ghost?

Under the hoarfrost, a demon riding a ghost horse turned into a girl with big green eyes and a scar on her face?

After all, who travels in winter but a demon?Also asked people how to get to the haunted ruins

Fantasizing about these messy legends and stories, the fisherman did not forget to quickly pack his fishing tackle and baskets and leave the lake.

When returning home, he deliberately turned away from the road and walked into the woods.

Reason tells him that the girl is not a demon, but a human being; the black horse is not a ghost horse, but a group of ordinary good horses.

And those who ride alone through the wilderness in winter are often followed by pursuers

. . .

The fisherman guessed right.

Only an hour later, the sound of hurried hooves sounded from the lake, and a dozen pursuers galloped along the forest path

Naturally, the leaders of this chasing army were the chief coroner of the empire, Stephen Skellen, "Grey Owl", Riens, Vigfortez's subordinate, and the bounty hunter, Bonnet.

These villains belonging to different forces, with the same purpose, followed a silver-haired girl closely.

By the lake, they saw a hole in the ice, and the pursuers stopped.

Shaking the silver box in his hand, Liens with a burn on his face, cursed in a low voice, and smashed the box hard.

But the box remains unresponsive.

"It's broken, like a cheap toy in a fairground," said Bonnet coldly.

"Maybe Vigfortz is showing us how important he is," Stephen echoed.

Hearing this, Reans frowned and responded indifferently:

"Thanks to this piece of magical garbage in the open air, we were able to find her traces and never lost her. This is all thanks to the master, thanks to his voice, which can explain to us that the girl wants to go through this sound box. Where, where shall we go, and what shall we do. He has done more than you have done in the past month."

"Okay, Polyas, how's it going? What can you tell from the traces?"

Everyone looked at a tall, thin man who was lying on the ground, carefully observing the horseshoe prints on the ground.

"She arrived an hour before us. The roads here are tough, and even with that incredible mare, she's only five or six miles ahead of us."

"She came to this lake area without hesitation." Looking at the frozen lake surface and the flying hoarfrost, Stephen couldn't help tightening his collar, and murmured: "Wei Gefortz is right, I Still don't believe him"

"I don't believe it either," Bonnet on the side also confessed. "But this suspicion lasted until yesterday. Those farmers said that there is indeed an incredible building on the shore of Lake Tarn Mira."

They have been chasing the girl for more than three weeks since they got the news of the girl in a village on the outskirts of the swamp where all the guards were brutally killed.

For nearly three weeks they sat on horseback, in constant pursuit.