I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Getting to the Blue Mountains requires crossing the Eastern Kingdoms.

John Quan regarded it as a tourist. Two days after he left the capital, he found a place to rest.

Stuff a turnip into Polo's mouth, the horse's favorite food is turnips.

Polo chewed the radish slowly, and John split the flying bat with his sword.

He is in a cave at the moment, which is a shortcut to the blue mountains.

He wondered again whether there was any mysterious organization among the hotels.

Even such shortcuts are documented.

The other side of the cave is the territory to enter the Eastern Kingdom.

Wiping the blood off the sword, John glanced at the runes on it.

The four runes are still on. Yesterday, I met a magical creature that looked like a pheasant. After killing it, the fifth rune became brighter.

If John does not go to the trial, other runes can also be collected by killing magical creatures.

Walking out of the cave tunnel, the temperature here is a bit low.

Polo snorted and stamped his hooves on the ice-covered dirt.

The crackling sound resounded in the forest.

After a while, he found a village.

The village is very wary of the arrival of strangers. After seeing John, everyone showed vigilance.

A middle-aged man walked up to John, glanced at John's ears, and then asked with a smile, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

John nodded and said, "My horse and I have been walking for a day and a night, hoping to find a place to stay. Of course, we will pay a considerable fee."

Smiles can often make people relax, and John's smile makes people around him let down their vigilance.

The middle-aged man's smile was a little more sincere, just as he was going to drink too, and led John to a tavern.

"We don't have a hotel here, but Old Dan will be willing to provide you with a room."

The man's name is Sandy, and he is the head of the guard here.

However, there were no more than ten guards, and the Lao Dan he was talking about was a bald man with oil stains from frying fish on his clothes.

Hearing that John wanted to stay, Old Dan showed enthusiasm.

Sandy whispered to John: "Don't try Lao Dan's fried fish, the taste..."

Sandy curled her lips, seeing that it was not good.

As the captain of the guard, Sandy is popular.

This guard was formed spontaneously by the village.

Since it is still in the wild, there is no human civilization around.

Sandy poured a glass of hot wine for John, took a sip of the wine, and said after dispelling the chill, "After winter, those guys have also become active."

"Monster?" John thought it was those magical creatures.

Then Sandy said, "Elf."

Elf?

This is something new.

John hadn't seen elves yet, and during his time in the library of the king's capital, he had seen many records about elves.

Pointy ears and chiseled face, extremely elegant figure, with superb intelligence and magical talent.

"Yeah, those guys are not extinct yet."

Sandy drank several glasses in a row, and said with an alcoholic tone: "Those guys sometimes harm the crops, and they even steal things."

He hates elves, and even the guards are mainly to guard against elves.

The hostility of humans to elves is not surprising, because many parts of this world were built on the ruins of elf civilization.

John took a sip of hot wine and said to himself, "When there are more different enemies, the power that belongs to wizards becomes irrelevant."

Wizards are a force against elves.

The elves are the enemies of human beings, but they have calmed down the internal conflicts.

The history learned from here has been separated from the original world.

John suppressed the doubt in his heart.

Sandy was drunk and it was Old Dan who sent him back.

John went to the stables, Poirot looked sideways at him.

"Leave tomorrow, you sleep first."

Put your hand on Polo's head to communicate with it.

Mind magic is still handy.

Reassured, Polo quickly adapted to the strange place.

John also returned to the tavern room to rest.

Old Dan's Tavern is closed.

The village also fell silent.

By the next day, the gloomy weather did not seem suitable for traveling.

John stood there while Sandy changed.

There was still some alcohol on his body, and he was holding an oak shield, which looked more like a pot cover to John.

"Are you leaving?" Sandy asked in surprise, "You may not know that it may snow heavily these days."

"I know, but I still need to rush to the next town." John led Polo to prepare to leave.

Although it was a pity for Sandy, he thought this person was very good, but he still didn't force him to stay.

Watching John leave, Sandy said with emotion: "This kind of life is enviable."

He was a little envious of the life where he could travel far and wide, but it was a pity that he dragged his family along, which was impossible in his life.

Just half a day after John left, the village ushered in a new person.

The sound of horseshoes shook the frost off the trees, and a group of people came here.

"Have you seen this man?" The leader had a scar on the bridge of his nose.

He opened a portrait, and Sandy glanced at the group with apprehensive eyes.

A total of seventeen people, all with swords.

On the saddle, there is a wolf-slaying mark.

Sandy had been to big cities and had heard of the sign.

Belongs to a group of organizations, claiming to be the nemesis of the demon hunters, and wants to kill all the demon hunters.

It's called a hunting group.

In fact, it is a bandit group.

These people are very fierce, and there have been stories of massacres.

Sandy didn't dare to offend, and looked at the person in the painting.

The brunette wears a sword blade.

After careful identification, he shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen it."

"Huh?" The man with the scar on the bridge of the nose frowned and asked, "Has anyone been here recently?"

Sandy said honestly: "Only one person came, but that person was not armed, and he had brown hair."

Now it was the scarred man's turn to be puzzled.

They asked a few more people, and they all got the same answer.

Just when Sandy thought it was over, the scarred man said, "We need to rest and show me the way."

Sandy's heart sank. Facing those people, he could only hope that they would not cause trouble.

After he sent the man to the tavern, he immediately asked the other guards to take up their weapons.

There was the sound of drinking and menacing laughter in the tavern.

Sandy thought he just had to be prepared.

They didn't conflict.

But he forgot what a group of desperadoes would do if they got drunk.

When a guy with a strong smell of alcohol tore the clothes of a village girl, it meant disaster was coming.

...

night.

Flames rose from the village.

The screams of men and the wailing and screaming of women accompanied the massacre in the night.

Sandy's oaken shield falls in the burning tavern, and Old Dan is disembowelled, cauldron in hand.

The flames spread out with the tavern, the horses galloped through the village, the hunting group insulted the women, killed the men, and set the village on fire.

Sandy fell at home. He wanted to take his family away, but was stabbed through the body with a sword.

When he was dying, he saw a boy with pointed ears beside a haystack.

The boy looked at the terrible scene in fear, and in his hand was a sack of millet that he never knew which house had stolen.

The guards defending the elves died at the hands of humans.

It's dramatic and ironic.

Sandy reluctantly raised his hand, scaring the elf boy out of the grass and rushing into the dark forest in the firelight.

Sandy died in this posture.

...

I walked for three more days.

The horseshoes dropped cherry blossom marks one after another on the ground.

John looked into the distance, and the blue mountains stretched continuously.

The snow makes it a little brighter here.

He has reached the Blue Mountains.

The brown hair he changed using Vientiane gradually turned back to black.

The runes on the sword flickered, as if guiding John.

"Om-"

An arrow shot toward John's head.

In the moment that is approaching.

The arrow was caught by John raising his hand.

He slowly turned his head to look sideways, and all the bloody people stared at John with greedy eyes.

"Finally found you, black witcher."

The lead guy has a scar on the bridge of his nose that makes him look like his nose has been cut off.

"Kill him and get the bounty!"

With an order, the hunting group accelerated towards John.

John slowly drew out his saber, the rune on the blade flickered for a while, then suddenly stopped.

Just at this moment, a black shadow flew across the sky.

A huge shadow reflected on the ground, as if it was dark.

"Roar--!"

With a lion's roar, huge snowflakes were set off, and the riding horses stood up in fright.

The members of the hunting group were still hideous.

The black shadow fell, and bit off half of a person's body in one bite.

The rumble produced by the landing caused the hunting group to panic.

"It's a flying lion!"

I don't know who yelled, and the hunting group clamoring to kill the demon hunter was scared out of their wits.

The flying lion has a pair of eagle's wings, and its body is bigger than that of the demon in the forest.

Eating a person does not fill the stomach.

Another person is eaten, and someone tries to fight back, only to repeat the same mistakes.

The hunting group that slaughtered the village turned into prey in an instant.

What's ridiculous is that the scarred man actually said to John: "Demon hunter, kill it quickly, isn't your duty to protect human beings!"

John smiled.

He didn't move, and the scarred man yelled, "Hurry up, you're a witcher!"

"Sorry," John said lazily, "witchers don't protect animals."

The scarred man wanted to say something, but the flying lion's bloody mouth had already eaten him.

The remaining horses barked and ran, and John witnessed the flying lion slaughtering the hunting group.

In the distance, a pair of eyes are also watching this side.

A white-haired man with probing and thoughtful eyes.

...