The Divine Hunter

Whispering Hill is not far from Lower Varen, and it looks like just an inconspicuous hill covered by emerald green lawns.

When the five witchers arrived, the sun had not yet fallen into the horizon, and the sun shone a glowing path on the grass from far to near, making the green more green, and the poetic more poetic.

Just like the name Whispering, it can sound like the tender lingering between lovers and lovers, or it can be some unknowable, gloomy, secret whisper.

Roy stood on the grass and listened, and he heard a faint sound echoing in the air, like the wind blowing through the grass, and like the low hissing of insects.

"Whispering everywhere, this is the origin of the name of Whispering Hill."

"Roy, what are we doing here?" Oaks was puzzled.

"Find out the fairy godmother who scared the lady in the forest, and hunt for the offerings along the way."

After listening to the four witchers, they also felt silently for a moment.

"Remember, guys, Nilfgaard has a similar place..." Serret recalled, "A famous geographer came forward and explained that this was because of the special hourglass-shaped structure of the ground - when When the wind passes through it, the whistling of the wind is transmitted to the outside through the holes in the ground.”

"Don't bullshit me, talk about geology!" Oakes put forward a completely different opinion, "Roy, you have to confirm again, this voice is definitely not Golphin's stomach croaking with hunger?"

"..."

"Hey..." Golphine Chipmunk's petite head suddenly emerged from the saddlebag of Werther's abdomen, carrying the ferocious bat-wing demon trophy, staring at everyone with wide innocent eyes, and finally turned to his master, lips The two beards on the sides trembled lively, as if asking, "Why call me?"

"Good... Now is not the time to be naughty!" Roy gave it a head crumble with his index finger, and a pine nut, and it finally obediently retracted its head back into the saddle bag.

Next to him, Phrius' eyelids twitched. He had already noticed this unusual little thing that changed its shape every day.

But this is Roy's secret. He doesn't take the initiative to explain it, and it's not easy to ask.

"Don't you feel anything wrong?" Roy rubbed his chin and felt, "These sounds make me a little… a little uncomfortable."

After entering the Whispering Hill, there is a striking negative state next to his personal state-manic,

There was a destructive urge in his heart, but his extremely high will allowed him to easily control this impulse.

The witchers nodded, their expressions more solemn.

They moved on, and soon found an old wooden sign stuck in the grass, with scarlet blood on it: a mad beast inside, and the intruder's butt and face with flowers.

It should be the residents of Lower Valen standing here to warn passersby.

The witchers were naturally not afraid of a few beasts. They carried their steel swords and led their horses to the distant mountains. There was a huge banyan tree on the top of the green hills and the golden sky.

It has lived for hundreds of years, and it is very far away. The witchers can clearly see the thick rhizomes that grow to the ground, and the huge umbrella that covers half of the hill and covers the sky.

The closer you get to the big banyan tree, the more frequent the murmurs that disturb the mind. Although this murmur still cannot shake the firm resolve of everyone, other creatures cannot be exempted.

A pack of mad wolves emerged from behind the bushes and attacked in all directions—

Phrius took a step and stabbed his steel sword forward like lightning, and stabbed a red-eyed wolf in the waist. The injured wolf didn't even have time to wailing, and the steel sword was drawn from its body again, gracefully, without a trace of blood, and stabbed the next target.

He is like a ghost, silently harvesting his life.

Serrit guarded his back, holding his breath, and when the shadow came, he flicked his wrist at the right moment, and the blade slid across his abdomen like a dragonfly, breaking open the wolf's belly and tilting out the warm innards.

Oaks grinned grimly in the middle of the three wolves, twisted his body abruptly, and twisted his inertia and strength into a rope to dominate the double swords of the Snake Sect, splitting three wolves into the air, and slashing one of them along his waist. two pieces.

Letho's hands and the snake's two swords crossed each other, and sparks flew between the light friction.

He stepped forward and stabbed, the tip of the sword in his right hand pierced into the flesh and blood, and the sword in his left hand also poured in between the electric light and flint, and then he used his arms to lift a beast into the air and throw it into the grass.

The next moment, he spun the double serpent sword, and the blade was so fast that it brought out the afterimage, like a meat grinder, leaving a mess of flesh and blood on the ground.

"Whoosh--" Roy fired his crossbow in succession, and with the continuous vibration of the bowstring, blood flowers burst out from the wolves.

"Killing wolves gives +10 experience points. In just a few seconds, the wolves that have an absolute numerical advantage will be wiped out by the witchers.

But the battle was far from over, and countless beasts poured out of the grass like a tide.

Wild dogs, wild boars, and even grizzly bears.

Hundreds of heads came out of the woods near the Whispering Hills!

"Damn it! Did we stab a hornet's nest?" Roy's left hand sketched Igni's scorching of the vulture that rushed in mid-air. With another shock, he fixed himself in a circle of wild wolves, rotated the blade, and hurriedly threw it away neatly. Circle of corpses.

He turned swiftly and jumped on the brown horse.

Wirth hissed and raised his front hoof, kicking a low-pitched, spitting wolf with one hoof.

"Stop fighting, run to the hills!"

Brother Oaks and Lesso sent three Alder seals in succession to fly the beasts around them, leaving the surroundings empty.

"Owl, get on the horse!" Oaks greeted, the cat demon hunter was dealing with a strong bear, his flexible sword dance scraped the bear bloody. But this behemoth didn't seem to feel pain or fatigue, and its oppressive body continued to rush towards Phleus.

The beasts are gathering rapidly.

Phryus no longer hesitated to jump on the horse with the crowd, while using Axi to comfort the horse, he galloped towards the hill.

...

Under the brilliance of the setting sun, the five knights fled wildly, dragging a row of black beasts behind them, like a flock of cattle and sheep migrating for a long time on the grassland, raising the sky full of grass clippings and soil, which is quite spectacular.

But when they ran up the Whispering Hill, the group of beasts suddenly stopped, as if stopped by an invisible barrier, only wandering outside the hill, roaring in a low voice, not daring to take a step.

They waited for a long time, and the witcher didn't come out, so they could only roar helplessly and gradually dispersed.

"What's the matter?" Oakes' expression was mixed with excitement. He was chased by a crazy beast and ran over his butt all the way, but it made him feel more exciting than a melee fight.

"Isn't it obvious..." Serret tightened his headband again. "They are afraid. There is something hidden in this mountain that makes wild animals afraid."

"The existence that scares the beast..." Roy took a deep breath, and among the few people, he was the least physically fit.

He emphasized again,

"We are not wrong. The creator of the lady in the forest, the soul of the fairy mother, must be sealed under the Whispering Hill. It is not surprising that the legendary fairy mother has the power to deter beasts and animals."

"So, she also made that weird murmur?" Serrit asked in confusion.

"Be patient, the answer will be revealed later."

"Is there a plan after seeing the 'Fairy Mother'?" Phrius was worried about the missing apprentice, his gray-green eyes were full of anxiety, "Her three daughters are so sick, she is definitely nothing. Good stuff."

"You're right, safety comes first. So let's abolish its helper first!" Roy thought, "In an advantageous position, talk to Fairy and find out about her mortal enemy, Madam Lin. Weaknesses... be prepared with both hands."

After the five witchers set up their horses, they went to the huge banyan tree on the top of the mountain. The strange whispers became more and more vigorous here, but they still had limited impact on everyone. In other words, these whispers were naturally prepared to drive wild beasts. .

"Look carefully to see if there are any cave entrances or secret doors nearby."

The five spread out, and Roy turned his gaze to the giant tree. His fingers rubbed the dark gray, uneven bark, and he faintly felt a heart-like pulsation and a strong vitality. As soon as he looked up, the wide crown of branches and leaves looked like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes of life, looking at him with deep eyes, conveying some kind of obscure intention.

Roy has only seen this kind of spirituality in Brock Leon's Forest of Faith. He was sure that the banyan tree in front of him was no longer a simple tree, but another great and awe-inspiring life.

"Nature's Incarnation Wild Banyan Tree

Moraceae Ficus

Year: One thousand two hundred and fifty-four

? ?

"A thousand-year-old tree?" Roy rubbed his eyebrows and sorted out the information in his mind, "Is that the heart of the tree under this banyan tree?"

"Guys, come and see, I have a major discovery!"

Serrit found a dark cave on the side of the hillside under the big banyan tree. The location of the cave was extremely hidden, completely hidden by the top of the slope extending outwards.

"I've seen this terrain several times," Serret said. "It can't hide it from me."

The witcher cautiously jumped down the hillside, landed on a narrow rock wall, and looked at the half-height cave.

"Have you felt it?" The witcher's badge was shaking, neither too light nor too heavy, which meant that it was time to play cards... and monsters again.

"Don't rush in, you have to make sure that there are no traps or other dangers in the hole. The narrow terrain, the five of us can't use it." Leto said and took out a dragon dream from the space ring.

And Roy obediently took out all the inventory, including the two Dragon Dreams. According to his previous acting experience, there may be werewolves and a group of Anderegger male insects in the cave, since they seized the opportunity. You can't go in and work hard!

A total of three dragon dreams, Roy threw it into the cave, followed by a torch.

Everyone invariably covered their ears and squatted down with their backs to the cave.

A short while later, a short but intense "earthquake" broke out across the entire hill, the banyan trees trembled, the birds flew, and strange screams sounded in the cave, like the chirping of insects, and the wailing of wolves.

All the sounds were engulfed by the continuous loud noise caused by the explosion, and after about thirty seconds, everything was still.

But white smoke was still coming out of the hole, and after five minutes, the smoke quickly dissipated.

"Killing the Anderegger worm x 10, experience points +300, the corner of Roy's mouth curled, and it was refreshing to the bottom of his heart, but he glanced at the records in the template, raised his eyebrows,

"I'm still missing a big guy."

"Roy, Leto, you two masters and apprentices are as insidious as always," Oaks stared and swallowed. He couldn't carry so many Dragon Dreams with him like the other, and he had never seen anyone spend so much.

"This is called caution!" The two masters and apprentices said almost at the same time, and the bald man took a few more glances into the cave.

"Aren't you afraid of blowing up the cave and burying the fairy mother alive with such a big commotion?"

"It's not no problem... Come with me, everyone be careful... I feel like there's something else..." Leto pulled out the snake sect silver sword, formed a Quinn seal, and then squatted into the cave.

Four witchers followed.

The dark, damp, narrow caves are mostly surrounded by pale limestone and crystalline mica, and emerald green vines are climbing.

The ground in the center of the cave is full of mutilated arthropod corpses, similar to an enlarged version of the combination of a spider and a dragonfly.

This is the Anderegger worm. Roy can't tell how many there are, but they were all blown to pieces by the three Dragon Dreams, and green blood and minced meat were splashed all over the floor.

Oak looked surprised. If he was ambushed by such a group of Andregers at the entrance of the cave, he might have suffered a little injury.

As the witcher's gaze continued to move forward,

"Shh, shh-"

The five of them pulled out the silver swords behind them almost at the same time - a human-shaped behemoth in the depths of the cave leaned on the rock wall, panting heavily. Its charred black fur was covered with dust and mud, and one arm was soft on its chest. Looking at him, his scarlet eyes suddenly turned around, he opened his long wolf kiss, and a suppressed growl came out of his throat.

werewolf

Age: 33

Gender: Male

identity:

Treeheart Guardian (It guards the tree holes of Whispering Hills.)

the cursed

Seriously injured)

Attributes:

Strength: 13 (severely wounded)

Agility: 12

Constitution: 10

Perception: 15

Will: 6

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Werewolf form (passive curing): The master of the night, the killer of half wolf and half human, the main battle attributes such as strength and agility have been greatly improved, all +5, but the terrible body odor and appearance make it attractive -2.

Wild Intuition (Passive Solidification): The original instinct inherited from genes, it has extraordinary perception ability, can detect hostile murder, as well as the weaknesses and weaknesses of the enemy, and has a strong premonition of danger, and better dodge attacks.

Cursed Body (Passive Curing)…Quick Healing (Passive Curing)…

Call of the Wild LV2: Through a unique roar, a werewolf can call friends and call upon nearby wolves, or werewolf companions, to assist in battle.

...

The wind was blowing, and the hideous beast suddenly rushed towards the witcher.

"Whoosh—" The crossbow arrow pierced the air, dragging a meteor-like tail feather, and an arrow pierced the werewolf's left eye.

"Bang——" The air roared, and the strong airflow slammed into its body and swayed, and the momentum of the sprint was slowed down.

In the next second, five witchers drew their swords and surrounded them. Five black shadows were reflected on the rock wall of the cave through the smoke and dust. Around the beast standing up in the center, the rabbit rose and the falcon fell to the ground and circled wildly, like a wolf. The group is hunting old male lions.

The werewolf roared angrily and waved its arms and claws frantically. However, it was seriously injured, and with the seal of Arden, its figure was bound, and it was instantly drowned by the sword light, the seal, and the crossbow arrow.

In the cave, five flickering silver swords weave out of the cage, locking the werewolf in it.

The sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh, the hoarseness of despair, and the puff of blood sprayed, continued.

Just ten seconds.

The bruised werewolf fell heavily to the ground, his chest covered with black hair heaving slightly, proving that he still had a breath left.

"Little devil, I'll leave the finishing touches to you."

Phryus thought it was the Snake faction who was tempering the newcomers, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Roy stepped forward and glanced at its long snout, its mouth full of flickering canine teeth, and scythe-like nails. With a wave of his hand, Arrondette fell from top to bottom, and his head flew away!

"Kill the werewolf, experience +180, witcher guys, help, disassemble the 'sacrifice'!"

The five witchers squatted down and skillfully used short knives to dissect the werewolf's heart, eyeballs, and teeth, with the added bonus of a medium-sized red induced mutant.

"With a powerful werewolf as a sacrifice, even if the lady in the forest is insatiable, she should be satisfied."

But when they were busy, there was a violent shaking from the corner of the outermost cave, accompanied by an old, majestic woman's voice.