God-level Demon Hunter

"But all the garbage inside will be taken away."

Chapter No.17 Great Detective Wirth

The two witchers walked side by side on their way home by the lake.

"So you and Nymph have reached a deal?"

"Leso, that's Vivienne, the goddess of the lake, who gave me the honor of being a knight because of one..." Roy recalled the scene at that time, his face still very strange, "The five virtues test."

"It doesn't matter if it's a nymph or a goddess of the lake, they are both frequent visitors in folklore, and they have a good attitude towards demon hunters, but I don't understand—" the bald man looked down with doubts on his face, "Why did she just fall in love with you? The little devil... also gave you the status of a knight... so what should I call you now, Roy of Lake Vizima?"

"Like Geralt from Rivia, Leto from Guleta?" The young witcher thought about it seriously, "Forget it, let's just call me by my name."

He has no obsession with the so-called knight title.

The bald man nodded, stared at him again and said seriously, "I found that you are very attractive to women. You are still so young, and you have already been entangled with several women."

"What is entanglement?" Roy shook his head, "It's just the relationship between the employer and the thug."

"Really? That's good. You have to understand that a woman is an extremely troublesome animal. Once she is entangled, she will never live in peace for the rest of her life!"

Lei Suo said something deeply, and before the boy could ask any questions, he pulled out the dark red long sword on the boy's back in his hand, brushed his index finger over the sword, and waved it casually, "The silver sword bestowed by the goddess of the lake? I Why do you feel that it can’t be compared with the goblin-made Gouvehill, it’s just an ordinary high-end product.”

"Only those who are recognized by the goddess can activate its true ability. Unfortunately, you are not among them."

The big man returned the sword into the sheath regretfully.

Guwei Hill, Arondette, all belong to this brat, when will he have his own weapon?

"In the future, I will collect the school blueprints, forge master-level weapons and equipment, and arm all the members of the Snake Sect!" Roy promised in his heart, then glanced at the space ring on his left little finger, and hesitated, "Lei Suo, are you sure?" Think about it, take part in this battle? In fact, you don’t need to go to Black Tern Island, I can settle it by myself..."

"Little ghost, I'm not thinking about your safety," the demon hunter rubbed his ring, his amber pupils showed satisfaction, "I've always dreamed of owning space equipment, and this time it's your luck that I got my wish..."

Roy turned his face away and sighed, then asked curiously,

"How much... how much 'junk' is in the ring?"

"I will tell you when I defeat Dagan's projection."

"Forget it, I don't want to know!"

……

The two had just returned to Kona Village, when Princess Yada eagerly came up with a group of soldiers, and then she was disappointed.

"The two masters also missed? The traitor is really so superb?"

"He's not a traitor." The demon hunter asked Yada for instructions, and led her away from the crowd to a secluded place. Without too much concealment, he told the truth about the goddess of the lake.

This is with the permission of the Goddess.

It just omitted the title of knight and the sword of the lake girl.

"Goddess of the Lake?"

After hearing this, Yada couldn't hide her shock on her pretty face, envy and suspicion flashed in her narrow and charming eyes.

The deeds of the goddess of the lake have been circulated in the Vizima region for many years, and those who settled here have more or less heard the legends of the goddess.

"When I first recovered my human body, the cultural teacher in the palace once mentioned the goddess of the lake to me. She is a symbol of beauty and freedom, and the real ruler of Lake Vizima. Some people claimed to have seen her decades ago. , but unfortunately it has completely disappeared in recent years.”

"I always thought that these were legends written by poets in the market."

Yada's red lips parted slightly, and she murmured in a low voice, "I didn't expect it to be true."

"Roy, it is said that the goddess of the lake will only summon noble knights? Why did she lead you over?"

"Your Highness Yada, I don't need to deceive you. In fact, the goddess has the same goal as ours. She also wants to get rid of the evil beings entrenched on Black Tern Island, and the demon hunter is the master of eradicating monsters."

Yada digested it for a long time, accepted this fact, her long and narrow eyes were full of longing,

"Roy, you are so lucky that people are jealous! How about the goddess? How beautiful is she?"

Ordinary people are always full of awe, curiosity and longing for the high gods, even Adda, who is addicted to power, is not immune.

"The grace of the goddess is unparalleled in the world, and cannot be described in words." Roy looked at the sky and recalled that appearance, which was pure and charming, and was different from the women he had ever seen.

"The goddess of the lake is really immortal, as the rumors say, and will never get sick or die?"

"This is beyond what us mortals can speculate."

"You...Roy," Yadayu bit her red lips unwillingly, and asked suddenly, "Can you... take me to see her?"

"Sorry, the goddess will not show up in front of outsiders easily." He lied, "I have no way to contact her, I can only wait for the goddess to call."

"I am Adda White, Princess of Temeria. With my status, I am not qualified to meet her?"

"It has nothing to do with high or low, if the goddess wants to see you, you will naturally see her..."

Roy resolutely rejected Adda's request, and then continued to persuade in the name of the goddess, "I also brought the will of the goddess of the lake—Lesso and I are fully responsible for the crusade against the evil things in the lake. All you have to do is wait for the news. Otherwise, what happened on Black Tern Island will happen again."

"No!" Yada flatly refused, "The crusade is halfway through, more than 20 warriors died, and Jaquis hasn't returned to the regiment until now, so it's probably bad luck. Let me just let go, I'm not reconciled!"

"You have also seen the weirdness of the island. Ordinary people go in just to seek their own death, and they will add a little power to the evil."

Yada gritted her silver teeth, a hint of ferocity appeared on her tense pretty face, "Okay, this time I will do as you say."

"But one more thing—since the escaped knight was not a traitor, it must be the villagers of Kona Village who revealed our whereabouts to the fallen murlocs. If we don't find him, use his blood to comfort the souls of the sacrificed warriors. Adda couldn't swallow this breath!"

Yada was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so she called the villagers of Kona Village to interrogate them one by one until the mole was caught.

And Roy put forward the prepared plan,

"Your Highness, I heard from Village Chief Poev that many villagers in Xinte Village by the lake are affected by evil spirits. In order to prevent them from causing chaos to the operation, you might as well go and control the villagers and bring them back to the village. Kona Village. As for the mole in Kona Village, leave it to me and Lei Suo!"

As long as the villagers of the two villages are gathered and taken five miles away from the lake area, Dagang will not be able to draw any power.

……

When Adda hurriedly left with a group of knights, the witcher began to think of ways to find the ghost in the village in the stable.

Use observation and Axi sign to check one by one?With two hundred villagers, the efficiency is too low?

"Wilter, ah, Wirth, if you're full, give me an idea..."

Roy picked up a pea from the brown horse's food nest and stroked its soft neck hair.

"Don't be a fool, kid, no matter how smart Wilt is, he can't speak human words... Let's go, the old way, talk to a few suspicious villagers, and then use the Axi sign to screen the target."

"Yu—" The brown horse exhaled white air from its nostrils, and suddenly grabbed the sleeve of Roy's right hand in its mouth, and pinned its neck to that side.

Because of the binding of the mount, one person and one horse can communicate with each other, and Roy understood its meaning in an instant——

"...Last night...by myself...bypassing the armor man...leaving the village...for a long time...and coming back."

Wirth grinned at him with his big white teeth, which were still stained with pea crumbs.

"Good boy!" Roy nodded, and then asked in his heart, "Can you point out that bastard for me?"

Wirth tilted his head, his black eyes filled with humanized agility, "Leave...just now...behind the armored man...over there...the road!"

"What a spy horse!" Roy patted the brown horse's neck. "When I come back, I'll give you another carrot meal, and I'll treat you well!"

"Yu—" Wilt raised his neck excitedly, sticking out his warm tongue to lick Roy's face.

The bald man watched a man and a horse interacting there inexplicably for a long time, and began to think seriously about a problem.

"Could it be that the trial of Qingcao hurt his brain?"

……

Two miles north of Kona Village, there is a dilapidated thatched hut beside the field ridge.

A hunchbacked figure stood in front of the house and looked around vigilantly, until he confirmed that there were no outsiders nearby, then sneaked into the thatched house.

The inside of the house is very simple, except for a floor bed and a pair of tableware.

Panting heavily, the figure couldn't wait to lift the cracked floor, and dragged out a thatched package from a small storage room.

Then his hands and feet began to tremble, and the old face that looked like a wrinkled tree bark was tightly attached to the thatched package, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath towards it with his huge bulbous nose.

Exhale—the whole body is relaxed, as if smelling something rare, and the old face blooms like a chrysanthemum.

He brought over the dinner plate, then carefully peeled back the thatch wrapping, revealing its contents—a stripped, pickled thigh.

The table knife was held tightly by the old man's haggard palm, and it drew two beautiful curves on the salted leg, cut off a piece of meat the size of an index finger, and put it on the dinner plate.He licked his lips, his cloudy eyeballs seemed to be attracted by magnets, he tightly locked the salted leg, thinking about whether to cut off another piece, but unfortunately, several pieces of this thigh have already been cut off, no too much.

After all, he overcame his greed, wrapped his thighs with hay again, put his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed for a while.

"Hmm..." He inserted half of the gray-white piece of meat into his lips, and his tongue began to lick frantically, not letting go of a single bit of the meat piece.

It wasn't until the taste of the sliced ​​meat was gone that he swallowed the sliced ​​meat into his mouth reluctantly and nostalgicly.

His throat didn't squirm as he swallowed, but let the pieces of meat ferment in his mouth for a long, long time.

He just sat there quietly, savoring the deliciousness in his mouth like a statue.

Suddenly, with a "creak--", the wooden door of the hut was blown open by a gust of wind. Before the old man had time to react, the back of his neck suddenly felt cold, and something cold and sharp was stuck on it.

Then there was a voice that broke his liver and gallbladder.

"Tell me, how do you want to die if you eat something inside and out?"

Chapter 18 Corpse Eaters

"Forgive me, my lord!"

The old man wailed and leaned forward, lying on the ground like a dog, shivering.

The demon hunter pressed the sword on the back of his neck, kicked the thatch away from him, and then the off-white pickled thigh rolled out, and the demon hunter's eyes became as sharp as knives.

There is actually a "beast" hidden in the swamp?

The old man in front of him had white beard and hair, was as thin as a stick, and looked very weak. Although his face was wrinkled, he still had kindness and kindness.

Just looking at his appearance, it is difficult to connect him with inhumane behavior.

Although Roy has long understood the cannibalism in this world, there is still such a perverted group.But it was the first time to break through such a scene with my own eyes.

He was very surprised. Now that the war in the north has not yet begun, the situation in the northern countries is far from reaching the point where the people live in dire straits. Why is this old man like this?

"Collude with the fallen murlocs and eat corpses. What you have done is enough to kill you ten times!"

The young demon hunter was about to kill him with his sword, but was stopped by Lei Suo.

Seeing the opportunity, the old man kowtowed to the two of them begging for mercy, with tears running down his orange-peel face, and at the same time a stream of liquid seeped from the tattered linen pants, but he was so frightened that he wet his crotch.

"Leave the old man alone, my lords! I have never killed anyone!"

"Strange, where did this thing come from?"

The bald man kicked his thigh on the ground and grabbed his neck, his amber eyes looked straight into his eyes.

"The thigh is... taken from the dead, old Panta had no blood on his hands!"

"Where did the dead come from?" Lei Suo asked aggressively,

"The villagers who were killed by the fallen murlocs by the lake." The old man stammered.

"So..." Roy held back the anger in his heart, and asked calmly, "You leaked our whereabouts to the fallen, and in return, they will give you 'food'?"

Old Panta acquiesced to the demon hunter's statement, then slowly removed his neck from the big man's palm, leaning against the corner of the wall and curled up into a ball.

"I don't understand. There is plenty of food in Kona Village. You have many choices. Why did you choose a corpse?"

Roy asked in a palpitatingly calm tone.

During the observation, the old man's state showed no signs of degeneration, he was a very normal human being.

Hearing that the old man's skinny arm pointed to the leg on the ground, there was a hint of bewilderment in his tone, and anticipation in his eyes,

"The two adults want to know the answer? Just try it, and I guarantee you will fall in love with it. The taste and unique aroma are much better than any birds and beasts. It's so wonderful."

He licked his lips, his expression slightly fascinated, "After I tasted it for the first time, I couldn't taste any other meat. It was like chewing wood. I couldn't help but vomit it all out."

"At that time, I suddenly understood that I can only live by it in this life."

"In fact, marinating is not the most perfect way to eat, you have to use just now..."

The old man suddenly fell silent, and changed his words again, "The stewed taste is more intense."

Roy felt a chill in his heart. What is this, a pica or a mental illness?

"Since when did you develop this unique taste?"