The Witcher: Darkness Falls

With the crew's full paddling efforts, they finally managed to get away from the waters that had made them panic.

The rain was still falling, neither too heavy nor too light. There was no one on the deck, but fear was everywhere.

In Lyon's room, Gammir, Zival and the other two were sitting crowded together.

"Can't you take off your armor?" Leon said speechlessly to the half-elf sitting cross-legged on the ground, and handed him a glass of dwarven liquor.

In addition to beer, he also bought some dwarven liquor, which has a high alcohol content and is very good for warding off the cold.

"Thank you, no." Gammill politely declined.

After everyone took a sip of the dwarven liquor, they immediately felt warm all over.

"Another glass!" Zival handed over the glass rudely.

Leon simply handed him the bottle and said, “That’s all, drink it sparingly.”

"Aha, then I'll just drink it in small sips!" Zival took it without hesitation and took a big gulp.

Gan Mier stared at Leon, and finally couldn't help but said: "Were you really not afraid at all just now? If you jumped down like that, if it were me, I would probably be dead."

He recalled that Leon jumped into the water without hesitation, and he still felt incredible.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to jump down. He has no merman blood and cannot breathe underwater. He is just a half-elf.

"I'm used to it, that's all." Leon said nonchalantly, "Denzel pays me, so I have to protect him. Of course, if he kills himself, I'll see what happens."

This is his code of conduct, the code of a demon hunter.

As for being afraid, he really had nothing to be afraid of.

"You are really freaks, Demon Hunter, I admire you!" Zival gave a thumbs up and said in surprise, "I have heard a lot of legends about you, most of which are negative.

But I remain skeptical. Humans are like this. They will do whatever they can to discredit the things they fear.

We dwarves are also slandered, saying that we are dirty and look like rats in a sewer."

Leon looked at Zivar. They weren't rats in the sewers, but they were certainly filthy.

"Leon, did you see clearly what kind of monster that is? I'm not sure." Zival suddenly asked.

Leon thought for a moment. He couldn't see anything when he was in the water, but when he was about to be pulled out, he could see clearly.

"I know this, it's Everetia Pitti!" Zival said with a proud expression.

Gan Mier frowned slightly, obviously he had never heard of this name.

Leon said without hesitation: "Dragonfly monster, an insect-like monster that lives in the swamp.

I haven't seen them before, but I've seen sketches of them in books.

It grows in places where the water flows slowly and is turbid. The book says that it is also found in the Pontar Delta, but it seems that the species in the Pontar Delta have long been extinct.

Ganmier nodded slightly, he looked at Zival, then turned to look at Leon and said: "Just as I thought, the elves also have records of this kind of monster.

They lurk at the bottom of the swamp, and if you approach the surface to get water, they will pounce and pull you under.”

Zivar blushed and said, "Ah, so it's called Dragonfly Monster. I was wondering why it was such a strange name. That biologist doesn't understand anything."

No one cares about him.

Gammill analyzed: "The water flow in that bend is slow to begin with, and it is the rainy season recently, so the Nilfgaard Swamp is flooded, and these monsters swam out along the current.

Haha, it seems that we are extremely lucky.

It is said that such a thing has never happened before, and we caught up with it.

Fortunately, this monster doesn't live in groups, otherwise we would be in big trouble."

Leon just smiled faintly.

He never gambled on luck or anything like that.

The only things demon hunters believe in are their weapons and their own strength.

Leon was somewhat relieved that he had been practicing the Knight's Breathing Technique recently, which had greatly improved his physical fitness.

Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that he could stay underwater for so long.

"By the way, Zival, can you let me see your pipe?" Lyon turned his head, very interested in his final surprise weapon.

The dragonfly monster's scales are very thick, and ordinary weapons cannot break its defense.

The only way is to pierce the opponent's eyes by stabbing a steel sword or other sharp object into the seams of the armor, or stab the opponent's eyes.

He estimated that when he was underwater, he accidentally stabbed the opponent's eyes with the dagger and broke its defense.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to let go and take a gamble.

Zivar stood up and said, "Wait a moment."

He went out quickly and came back quickly.

When he came back he was holding the wooden box in his arms.

Zival wiped the water off the wooden box with his clothes, then wiped his hands before opening the box.

"It can't get wet. Fortunately, I kept it properly, otherwise it might not be successfully activated." Zival pushed the wooden box in front of Lyon.

Leon saw that inside the wooden box, there was a strange weapon made of contrasting dark gold and silver colors, lying quietly on a bright red velvet cushion.

Its shape is like a pipe, with a 30-centimeter-long straight rod, dark silver in color, with a thin head and a thick tail.

The thick end is connected to a curved dark gold handle.

On the inner bend of the handle, he could also see a component similar to the trigger of a crossbow.

At the outer bend is something like a small hammer.

"This thing was invented by the Povis people. It's called a musket, but we call it a pipe because it not only looks like a gun, but also emits smoke when used," Zivar introduced.

He pointed to the parts of the rifle one by one with his stubby fingers and said, "This is the barrel, it's hollow inside.

Here's the handle, and here's the trigger, and here's the..."

He chattered on and on, and Leon listened carefully.

Finally, he figured out how to use it.

It was actually ignited by gunpowder!

Zivar said: "The pipe made by the Povis people needs to be lit with a match, and we dwarves have improved it by embedding a flint here.

This firing pin is connected to a spring. When we pull the trigger, the spring will drive the firing pin to hit the flint and produce sparks.

Then 'bang' the gunpowder ignites, pushing the steel ball out quickly, eliminating the step of lighting with a match.

In addition to this, there are also materials.

The Povis people used cast iron to make this thing, but the explosion of gunpowder was very powerful, and if you were not careful, it would explode and injure you.

But ours won't. Ours is very strong. Each component is laminated and quenched to ensure rigidity while also ensuring a certain degree of toughness. Anyway, it is a hundred times better than the ones made by the Povis people!"

Speaking of this, the dwarf is particularly proud, proud of dwarven technology.

But it is indeed true that when it comes to forging technology, the only ones who dare to challenge the dwarves are the elves, and humans are not good enough.

The dwarf talked a lot about the musket in his hand, and Leon became more and more frightened as he listened.

If an ordinary person holds this thing, can't he directly eliminate the demon hunter?

However, Gan Mier poured cold water on him and said, "Okay, you only talked about the good things, what about the others? Why don't you talk about the others?"

"That's what I was going to say!" Zival argued. He looked at the pipe in Leon's hand and said with regret, "This thing can't be used in water because it relies on gunpowder to ignite. You have to be careful to prevent moisture, otherwise it won't work.

Moreover... the effective distance is just over ten meters. Beyond this distance, it will be inaccurate and the power will drop a lot, not as good as a bow and arrow.

Moreover, loading the bullet is very troublesome. After each firing, the gunpowder residue in the chamber needs to be cleared, otherwise it will affect the next firing or even clog the bullet hole.

Therefore, in terms of continuous firing, it is far inferior to the crossbow.

So... um... so..."

"So it's nice to be a work of art," Gammill said with a smile.

But Leon didn't think so. He was still feeling the pain from the damage this thing caused.

Even if he stabbed the dragonfly monster with a dagger or chopped it with a steel sword, it would take a lot of effort to break the scales.

But a single shot from a musket could shatter it, so you can imagine the shock this brought to him.

"If these shortcomings can be overcome..." Lyon couldn't believe what the future would be like once the musket overcame the above shortcomings.

Killing people should be very easy, right?

After all, it’s just a matter of pulling the trigger.