The Divine Hunter

The next day was only four o'clock in the morning, the stars and moon were dim, the sky was dark, and the lights in Kona Village were already bright.

Having had two crusade experiences, the team led by Yada has almost figured out the work and rest time of the fallen murlocs.

They sleep between three in the middle of the night and around six in the morning. Four o'clock is the time when they sleep the deepest and the defense is weakest.

Under the command of Yada, the knights quickly checked their luggage. In addition to weapons and equipment, each team also brought a dark wooden barrel with a strange smell.

Then, as the villagers watched, the horses carried dozens of knights and soldiers to the north, walking about two miles to the end of the swamp.

"His Royal Highness, there is no trace of the half-murloc."

Yada nodded at the scout, waved her hand, and everyone behind her rushed to the lake.

In the cold wind in the early morning, the water vapor was hazy, standing on the shore of the lake and looking far into the distance, a faint black shadow was vaguely visible, and the neon lights of the city of Vizima on the opposite bank behind the shadow.

And the wooden boats, shoulder-to-shoulder, are like hungry beasts in the dark night, lurking in the reeds on the shore, there are about a dozen boats.

The knights were divided into four people, one of whom took care of the wooden barrel and paid attention to the movement of the lake. The two of them slid the oars and quietly sailed to the dark island in the center of the lake.

There is a distance of about thirty feet between each boat. From a distance, it looks like a huge fishing net is thrown from the shore of the lake towards the islands in the center of the lake.

At this time, the wind was blowing, the lake water was swaying, and the continuous sound of the paddle was buried by the undulating waves.

Actions are more subtle.

Princess Yada's ship is in the center of the fleet. She is standing at the bow with a whip, looking at the distant island with hard eyes.

The angular red lips pursed into a line.

For today, she has been preparing for a month.

She also endured it for a month.

Half-murlocs, fallen half-murlocs, although they are only humanoid creatures with low intelligence, the taste of their blood is still far more than those of low-level livestock and poultry, enough to satisfy her desire.

Even after five years, she regained her human sanity, and her hair gradually changed from red to white. But still some things haven't changed, she still retains a primitive eating addiction - bloodlust.

For her, human blood is a rarer brew than the finest wine.

But she didn't want to be called a monster by her own people anymore, so she took the next step, animals became her target, and then the murlocs.

But this is not the main reason for attacking the fallen murlocs.

In the five years after her recovery, under the guilt-ridden Foltest's overwhelming favor, she has learned another enjoyment that is more advanced than bloodthirsty—power.

She enjoys the sense of accomplishment of a group of soldiers charging forward and sieging cities and territories under her command.

She enjoys the attention of thousands of people, and the appearance of countless people bowing and kneeling in front of her.

Half-murloc, but her first target!

Her lips parted arrogantly, revealing her white teeth. Half-squinting his long and narrow eyes, the white hair on his temples was lifted high by the gust of wind on the bow.

Roy and the witcher stared at the high-spirited woman in front of them, plucking the oars slowly, but his slightly pointed ears stood up high.

The cold water vapor splashing from the lake on both sides blurred his vision, but a strange movement entered his perception. At this time, it was only ten minutes before the fleet departed, and there was still nearly two-thirds of the way to the island in the heart of the lake.

The oars were still moving, Roy quietly closed his eyes, and used the witcher's senses towards the deep lake.

Amidst the noisy sound of water and wind that was pumping away layer by layer, he soon clearly felt an unusual gurgling sound of breath,

And the sound of high-speed moving objects "woo woo woo" shuttling between the water layers.

His gaze turned to the water surface on the right side of his body. Under the night, the water surface was pitch black, as deep as ink, and from time to time there were waves with the oars and the dark tide.

But in the waves, there is a round and strange thing that is ups and downs.

It was cruising in the water close to the ship's side, changing its position constantly, and at one point it surreptitiously showed its upper part.

A long, narrow and flat fish head emerged from the water, but it was larger than a normal human head. Down the slope-like forehead, two eyes as white as night pearls stood on the catfish mouth full of messy teeth. Turn, looking at the boat in the water.

Among them, there was even more arrogance soaring to the sky, but the next moment, its line of sight overlapped with Roy's.

Anomalies were found on both sides.

"Er woo... woo woo... woo woo."

In a strange roar, the murloc's head plunged into the water.

"The target has been awakened, give the order, Your Highness Yada," Roy roared towards the woman in front,

Without saying a word, Yada held up a lit torch on the side of the boat.

The fire shone through the night, like a signal, followed by a burst of "pop, pop" sound of falling water on all ships - the knights invariably opened the wooden barrels that had been prepared for a long time, and Yu Chongtian In the stench, he took out piles of black lumps and threw them into the lake.

"Clap la la" A stench of filthy rain suddenly fell in the air above the lake. It turned out that the flocs were pieces of stinky fish and rotten shrimp that had been smashed into pieces. It has been fermented for an unknown number of days, and the smell is extremely fishy.

The knights coughed and retched uncontrollably.

Even Roy and Leto, two demon hunters who had been baptized with stench, couldn't help wrinkling their noses.

"It stinks more than a ghost's mouth, it's simply a biological weapon."

However, what is disgusting to human beings is a supremely delicious delicacy for fallen murlocs.

There was a violent surge in the lake water, and the dense black shadows that made the scalp numb rushed towards the pile of smelly fish and shrimp like crazy.

Then countless huge fish lips emerged from the water, and hundreds of degenerate half-murlocs emerged from the water. The fishy smell drove them crazy. They desperately grabbed, swallowed, chewed, lost their minds, and some even began to bite their companions...

The lake swelled and the boats began to shake violently.

Black blood surged from the lake surface, darker than the night,

An unfortunate ship was affected by the infighting of the murlocs, and the hull shook like a shattering earth. A knight did not stand still and accidentally fell into the water.

But his high-pitched screams only lasted for a short ten seconds, and he turned into a pile of pale bones in a burst of "kakaka" teeth closing.

Everyone took a deep breath.

"Is this fucking piranha?!"

No matter who fell into the water, there is probably nothing left.

There were also knights who found anomalies.

"It's the fishmen's rest time. How could such a large group approach us silently? Instead, it seems that they are ambushing us."

"Fortunately there is a secret weapon!"

Use stinky fish and rotten shrimp to add food to half-murlocs? to grab their attention? Of course not, it was also mixed with a paralyzing poison carefully concocted by the witchers of the Snake faction.

But whether it will work or not remains to be seen.

After a while, the "food" in the knights' buckets was all emptied, and the murlocs also ate all of them.

The water gradually calmed down.

In less than five minutes, the half-murloc roaming in the lake rolled his eyes and turned his stomach upright on the lake.

Only then did everyone see what they looked like - pale blue skin covered with scales, with large black tattoos like pollution radiation, with fish heads, human limbs. But some have extremely sturdy limbs, more like a crocodile with thick scales and webbed fingers.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for?!"

Yada picked up a piece of blood from the red-stained lake, stretched out her tongue and licked it, her body trembling with excitement, "Kill them all for me!"

Immediately, the knights on the boat took out their long swords and bows, and began to attack the almost motionless target in the water.

Roy also took out Gabriel and shot frantically,

"Kill the fallen half-murloc, experience +20..."

"Kill the fallen half-murloc, experience +20..."

EXP increases at a rate visible to the naked eye - Witcher LV5 (1400/2500)

"good!"

The fragrant wind hit, Yada patted his shoulder affectionately, and her cheeks flushed with excitement were full of admiration!

"As expected of a hunting expert, this time I was able to annihilate hundreds of fallen murlocs in one fell swoop, thanks to your idea. When the expedition forces triumph, I will definitely reward you well!"

After a quarter of an hour, the unilateral slaughter stopped, and the torches lit up—

On the surface of the lake, near the boat, the corpses of fallen half-murlocs were floating, and the lake water was dyed reddish-brown.

As for the "expedition army" led by Princess Yada, except for two unlucky ghosts, who were dragged into the water and dismembered during the feeding process, the others were all intact.

But there was no relief on the witcher's face,

"More than 200 murlocs have appeared, what else is waiting for us on the island?"