The Witcher: Darkness Falls

"Lyon, will the situation get better if we wait until winter? It should be easier for us to deal with the goblins, right?" Madison asked while drinking.

Since they entered the house and had dinner, they have been discussing how to eliminate as many goblins as possible.

They believed in Leon's ability and thought that they would find the goblins' nest tomorrow. Then they would destroy the nest in one fell swoop and rescue the woman trapped inside.

If they were still alive.

But they were not sure that they could kill all the goblins, because no one could guarantee that there were all the goblins in the nest.

Then they must be fully prepared and prepared to continue fighting the goblins.

The winter after the storm season is the best time for them to eliminate the goblins.

The winter in Nilfgaard does not snow or freeze like in the north, but the winter here is not pleasant at all and the temperature is close to zero degrees.

The damp cold wind will bring the severe cold of winter to every corner. Plants will stop growing, animals will hide themselves in caves to resist the cold wind, and even humans will stockpile food in advance.

However, naked goblins are not so lucky.

They have been extinct for nearly ten thousand years, and now they have rushed out from some unknown laboratory in a menacing manner.

They bared their fangs, attacked villages, and even carried out brutal massacres.

Make people terrified and worried about their existence.

But with the arrival of winter, things are different.

They have never experienced a cold winter and don't know how biting the cold wind in Nilfgaard is.

This is something their ugly skin cannot resist.

And now is the time for them to fight back.

"I don't know." Lyon shook his head.

Although what Madison said made sense, Lyon felt that the goblins were not that simple.

If winter could kill them, why did it take the dwarves and elves hundreds of years to wipe them out in ancient times?

Lyon suddenly remembered what Zival said, which was about the goblins.

Goblins have their own language, and they can think, albeit in a very simple way.

This shows that they possess a certain level of intelligence, and it is impossible for such a race to be killed by the cold winter.

"It is said that... goblins have simple language and low-level intelligence." Lyon thought for a moment and decided to let Madison know this information.

This was the information that Zival did not tell Earl Grampian at the beginning. It was not that he did not intend to tell it, but he probably did not remember it.

If Leon hadn't mentioned the matter of "Goblin writing", Zival wouldn't have told him the information that goblins have language and low-level intelligence.

Sure enough, Lyon's words dealt a huge blow to Madison's newly born confidence.

He said nothing, his eyebrows almost twisted into a rope.

His two team leaders did the same and even sighed.

Only McLaren seemed interested and asked, "Are you sure? Are these guys intelligent? Apart from barking, they don't seem to be talking, let alone being intelligent."

Leon shook his head and said, "I'm not sure...Have you ever seen a goblin?"

Madison and others also turned their heads.

McLaren was stunned for a moment. He coughed and said as if he wanted to cover up something: "Well... it is, but I thought it was a dwarf or something."

Madison and the others did not think much about it. Indeed, when they saw a goblin for the first time, even the dwarfs themselves would mistake it for a dwarf, let alone them.

Lyon went on to say, "My dwarf friend told me this, but he also heard it from his father and even grandfather. As for his elders, I'm afraid they also heard it from even older dwarves."

Madison pondered for a moment. This kind of uncertain information could easily lead to misjudgment.

But after thinking about it, he realized that all the information they had about goblins now seemed to have been heard by the dwarves from their ancestors.

There is no difference from the news we just received!

"In that case, I will send someone back to Grampian City tomorrow to report this matter to the Earl." Madison took a deep breath and said.

Dealing with wild beasts and intelligent races is different, even if the opponent's intelligence is very low.

"Okay, have a good rest. We still need you to find the goblins' nest tomorrow." Madison stood up and patted Leon on the shoulder.

Then he took his people away and prepared to rest.

Lyon was about to stand up, but McLaren stopped him.

"Can we chat?" McLaren smiled politely.

"What do you want to talk about?" Leon looked at the bounty hunter in front of him. He always felt something was wrong.

If anything, he suspected that the other party had been hiding his true identity, because the bounty hunter did not have the same temperament as him.

If McLaren were given a suit of armor that fits him well, he'd look like a knight.

"That's all I know about the goblins," he added.

Leon didn't want to talk about goblins right now, he just wanted to get some sleep.

However, McLaren shook his head and said, "No, I want to talk about you, Demon Hunter."

"Me?" Leon was a little confused. Is there anyone else interested in the witcher?

McLaren walked around, looking Lyon up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

He slowly said, "I heard that demon hunters are transformed by magic, and their strength is far stronger than that of humans."

Leon didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"I also heard that demon hunters are masters of swordsmanship—"

Leon shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

He is telling the truth.

But that's not the case when you hear McCarron say it.

McLaren drew out the sword from his waist, made an inviting gesture and said, "Do you mind sparring with me?"

His tone was irresistible. It didn't sound like an invitation, but more like an order, and even contained a hint of threat.

But Leon ignored him and just asked: "You should be a knight, right? Not a bounty hunter."

"Why do you say that?" McLaren did not deny it, but looked at Lyon with interest.

"The way you saluted just now is not something a bounty hunter can do." Leon said calmly, confirming the other knight's identity. He asked, "Why do you hide your identity?"

McLaren chuckled and said, "Of course it's for convenience, that's all."

Lyon didn't understand what he meant by convenience, but he didn't intend to discuss it.

"Sorry, I refuse to compete with you. I just want to rest now." Lyon said.

But McLaren still stood in front of him and said angrily: "You know, refusing a knight's formal invitation is an insult and contempt for him!"

"Sorry!" Lyon still refused.

He has been using his tracking ability these days, which is a huge drain on his energy.

In addition, it has rained heavily recently and he has been traveling on horseback for a long time. Now he just feels tired and wants to take a nap.

But McLaren's sword was already in front of him, and he said in a very provocative tone: "Draw your sword!"

Leon drew his sword.

McLaren smiled triumphantly, "Very good, the sword is ruthless! Be careful."

As he said this, he stabbed forward with the sword.

Leon turned sideways and swung his sword in front of him.

"What a boring knight's pride." Leon thought to himself, "I must end it as soon as possible. This is a farce."

He couldn't understand the knight's strange idea of ​​"I am formally asking you for something, and if you refuse you are humiliating me."

Being rejected is normal, and he is often rejected.

If he had harbored resentment towards those who refused because of this, he would have been wanted by Nilfgaard long ago.

Lyon originally wanted to hold back his strength. After all, his physical fitness was stronger than that of ordinary people. Moreover, he practiced the Knight's Breathing Method and became even stronger.

But after a few moves he found that he didn't need to hold back, because McLaren's strength was extraordinary and not much different from his!

Moreover, the opponent's swordsmanship is also very good, far superior to his. If he keeps thinking about how to restrain his strength, he will probably be defeated in just a few more moves!

"Ha!" Lyon exerted force suddenly. His sudden action disrupted McLaren's rhythm and made him panic for a moment.

However, McLaren was experienced and quickly calmed down, adjusted his strategy and gained the upper hand again.

Keng——

McLaren suddenly stepped forward and cut Leon's neck with a sword.

In order to avoid being stabbed in the throat by the sword, Lyon immediately retracted the sword to block it.

But the other party smiled slyly, which gave Leon a bad idea.

Sure enough, McLaren's sword was not slashing out, but instead hit the area near the hilt of the steel sword in Lyon's hand.

This awkward sword-holding posture, coupled with the enormous force, immediately made it impossible for him to hold the sword steadily, causing it to fly out of his hand.

McLaren stepped forward, pressed the cold blade against Leon's neck, and proudly announced, "You lose, Demon Hunter!"

Leon smiled helplessly. He had indeed lost, miserably.

McLaren put away his sword and said disdainfully: "The so-called swordsmanship master is so disappointing. You only have brute force and no skills at all."

Leon picked up the steel sword silently.

Sikori's training of him was more focused on physical fitness so that he could withstand the subsequent mutation potion.

As for swordsmanship...it seems that Xi Keli himself is not very good at it, how can he teach him?

McLaren is different. He must have learned swordsmanship systematically, otherwise how could he keep his moves connected?

"But...if I had used the seal, the outcome would definitely be different." Leon thought to himself.

But they were just exchanging sword skills, not trying to kill the other party, so there was no need for him to use seals.

"Introduce yourself, I am..."

woo-

McLaren wanted to say something, his hand was pulling something out of his collar.

But his words and actions were interrupted by the sound of a horn.

Leon immediately rushed out with a steel sword in hand, rushing into the rain and darkness.