The Witcher: Darkness Falls

In the forest, a team of six people was struggling forward in the heavy rain, and soon they stopped.

Then, a man got off his horse, squatted on the ground to look, then stood up and looked up at the forest.

This team naturally consists of Madison, Lyon and others. In addition to the two of them, there are three soldiers and the bounty hunter McLaren.

Two days ago, they left the village of Kaman, and while tracking the goblins, a soldier from the village of Crete asked them for help.

Now, under the order of the Earl, the Grampian region has entered a state of emergency. A small number of soldiers are stationed in each village, and they patrol the villages every night in cooperation with armed villagers.

According to the soldier, on the tenth night after he and three other soldiers arrived at Crete Village, the village was attacked by goblins.

If the villagers had not been prepared, and given that only a small group of goblins were involved in this attack, the village would probably have been massacred again.

But even so, some villagers were killed or injured.

The villagers were afraid that the goblins would attack again, so they sent the soldier to Grampian for help.

As a result, they happened to meet Leon and others who were heading towards Crete Village on the way, so they immediately rushed to Crete Village to investigate.

If they were just investigating, it would be inconvenient to have too many people, so Madison left the main force in the village of Crete and only took three soldiers with Leon to track the goblins.

But when they were about to leave, McLaren caught up with them and asked to go with them.

Maddison and the others had seen McLaren's skills, so they agreed to the other party's request to go with them.

"It looks like the rain is going to get heavier again!" Madison said, looking up at the sky.

Leon also raised his head, and the rain hit his face, feeling cold and icy.

The raindrops hit the leaves, the sound growing louder and louder, which made him frown.

The storm season has not yet passed, and the rain over Nilfgaard has not stopped.

It was relatively light a few days ago, but now it is starting to snow heavily again.

They rode on the muddy road, which was difficult to travel. What was worse was that the rain would wash away the scent of the goblins, making it difficult for Leon to track them.

"How is it?" Madison asked, raising his voice so that his voice would not be drowned out by the sound of rain hitting the leaves.

Leon raised his hand and pointed forward, saying, “It went in there, but it should be a trace from a day ago, or it may be due to the rain.”

McLaren rode forward, glanced at the darkening forest ahead, and loudly suggested to Madison, "Let's continue tomorrow. It's getting dark soon, and we can't chase far. If we get trapped here at night, it will be dangerous for the six of us."

Madison pondered for a moment and also had the idea of ​​retreating.

What's more important is that the rain has soaked him for a whole day, and now he is cold and hungry.

"We've tracked them here and should be getting close to the target. It won't be too late to continue tomorrow morning," he said to Leon.

"Indeed." Lyon nodded and had no choice but to do so.

He got back on his horse, drew his steel sword, slashed twice at a nearby tree, and carved an "X" as a mark.

They will set off directly from here tomorrow.

"Let's go!" Lyon said.

"Go back!" Madison waved his hand and everyone turned their horses around.

Macallan rode parallel to Leon and approached him, asking, "Leon, I'm curious, how did you see the goblin traces? We can't see anything, is it the power of magic?"

Leon shook his head and said, “Not really.”

He tilted his head, stared at McLaren and said, "Do you see my eyes? If your eyes become like this, you can see it too.

Every living thing will leave traces; the only difference is whether they are big or small.

Just like I just slashed the tree with two swords, you can all see it, right?

Because the mark is big enough. If it were ten times smaller, you wouldn't be able to see it if you didn't pay attention, but I can.

I just can see subtler traces.

In addition, there is also aura, which is also a trace, and is even easier to distinguish than the obvious ones. "

"Like a dog? Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you." Madison interrupted.

Leon didn't care about this. He nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. Demon hunters have stronger vision and sense of smell than ordinary people. With these two, plus our own judgment, we can track the monster."

Everyone understood, they had thought it was magic before.

"So, as long as we pay attention to looking for the footprints left by the goblins, we can track them down!" a soldier on the side suddenly said.

“Yes, if you can understand their habits, you can analyze and track your prey like an old hunter.

Not only can we accurately find their gathering places, but we can even predict their escape directions and set traps on their escape routes!" said Lyon.

Having said that, everyone lost interest in his tracking ability.

Magic is mysterious, and mysterious things can arouse people's desire to explore.

But the demon hunter's ability is obviously not magic, but a combination of observation and experience.

The group returned to the Crete village in the rain.

The village is surrounded by high wooden walls. Since they are temporary, the walls are only slightly taller than a person, and the villagers have installed sharpened wooden stakes on the walls.

In addition, there are humans patrolling around with weapons such as pitchforks, swords, axes, and spears.

This has now become the norm in the Grampian region.

After all, Count Grampian's army is limited in number, and it is not a war period, so there is no reason to expand the army, and the Emperor of Nilfgaard will not allow Count Grampian to expand the army.

Faced with the goblin attacks, it was impossible for them to provide timely support.

Moreover, they have not yet determined where the goblin nest is.

Therefore, the villagers could only organize their own self-defense teams and strengthen patrols in the village.

The villagers who experienced a round of goblin attacks also realized that the goblins were not that difficult to deal with.

The prerequisite is to be prepared. The two villages that were massacred before suffered because no one was prepared, and it happened late at night when everyone was asleep.

"Sir, is there any news?" When they entered the village, the chief of Crete Village, an old man, immediately stepped forward and asked.

"It's almost there. We've determined a range, but the rain is so heavy that it may take a few days to find the exact location." Madison lied to put the old man at ease.

He dismounted, handed the reins to the soldiers who came forward, and then said to the captains who came over: "Make it clear that there may be a heavy rainstorm tonight. Let everyone be alert. Those beasts will not let down their guard. They may come again tonight."

Madison entered the inn, took off the cloak he was wearing, patted the rain and complained: "This damn weather! But it should be over soon. The rain in the past few days is obviously the last shiver!

Do you have anything else to say?"

The old village chief followed in and immediately said, "Sir, please take care of those hooligans. They have nothing to do in the village. They play cards, but when they drink, they start to make trouble!"

By chance, McLaren walked in.

Madison said to McLaren, "Go and solve it. If you can't, drive them out of the village. It's a good opportunity to make use of them!"

"Okay!" McLaren shrugged and turned to leave.

After a while, there were curses coming from outside the hotel, and someone was shouting Madison's name.

Madison ignored it and asked one of his captains to go out and help. Soon the noise disappeared completely.

"Sir, drive them all out." McLaren came back to report.

Madison nodded, unfazed.

They took off their armor, gathered together, lit the fire in the fireplace, and drank some white wine, finally warming up their bodies again.