God-level Demon Hunter

The whistling sound of the long sword continued, accompanied by the sound of skin and flesh splitting, bones breaking, howling and heavy objects falling to the ground.

After 30 seconds.

The bushes regained a sense of tranquility, and even the leaves were still.

After a while, the lively song of sparrows on the branches in the distance resounded again, and the cats and dogs began to whine and meow softly again.

Roy stood among a pile of torn wolf corpses, and slowly wiped the blood on the sword with a piece of fur, and a shallow bloody mouth appeared on the side of his face.

击杀狼（变异）*10，经验值+20*10，猎魔人Lv12（8500/12500）。

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Roy squatted down, not dissatisfied with the stench on his face, and dug out the internal organs of the wolf's stomach and inspected them carefully.

"There is no trace of artificial transformation, a spontaneous mutation? Is it the reason for the red forest?"

One of the most complete preserved wolf corpses was taken into the space by him as evidence, and he dug a big pit to bury the remaining corpses.

"boom!"

The left hand throws a red fireball, ignites the flesh and blood corpses, and burns them to ashes, so as to avoid breeding scavenging monsters and endangering others.

Among the burning corpses were three bloody people, probably unlucky ghosts who had been eaten up by wolves as they passed the wooden bridge in the past few days.

There were no subsequent attacks.

To the north of Mayena, the lush birch forest about five miles away is the area where the strange red light was described by the businessman.

A week had passed since the incident, and the red light had completely disappeared.

Only the dense and straight trees are like undulating sawtooth, straight into the sky, and the green branches and leaves sway under the gentle breeze, which has a quiet beauty of the wilderness.

But as soon as the demon hunter stepped into the dense forest, the viper pendant around his neck immediately buzzed.

"Sure enough, there is residual energy."

Even though the red light has disappeared for a week, the remaining energy intensity is still not low.

His eyes flicked over the thick tree trunks, but there was no abnormality for the time being.

He became more and more confused as to why three of the four survived.

But the honorary ambassador was burned to ashes.

When Roy walked to the center of the birch forest, the pendant vibrated extremely violently, like a sparrow struggling desperately in a snare.

The witcher measured a little.

The area covered by the red light was no more than 60 meters in radius.

There is a natural dividing line.

Inside the dividing line, there are various flowering plants, from winding vines to purple phlox, dotted around the periphery with brilliant daylilies.

At the feet of the witcher lay colorful roses and orchids, and Xiao Hei and Gelfin were having a great time chasing the wind and catching butterflies, and their emotions were too excited.

The little animals seem to like this area very much.

Outside the dividing line, even if it is the same bush of roses, it is not as strong, delicate, and radiant as inside the boundary, and the growth conditions vary greatly.

Not just roses.

Roy confirmed that all plants, including birch trees, generally grow thicker within the boundary, as if they were nourished by a special breath of life, and bloomed resolutely.

Roy thought of the group of strangely large mutant wolves just now.

"Could it be that they used to stay around here and were affected by the red light?"

But if the remaining energy of red light can nourish wild animals and plants.

The honorary ambassador Ainz ended up so miserable, being burned to ashes.

Are the effects of red light different between humans, between humans and animals and plants?

"What is the principle?"

"Wow!" An anxious dog barked, and the big black Gorffin cat mischievously ran around with Xiao Hei's neck in its mouth, having fun.

"Stop it! Golfin, have you been brainwashed by energy? Come here and let me check your body!"

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Next, Roy searched the woods several times, but found no clues except for the unusually lush plants.

In the end, a large bag of soil was dug, a birch branch was cut, and several blooming flowers were picked as evidence.

Go to the next destination.

There is no doubt that the red light has profoundly affected the laws of nature and changed this forest area.

And the Druid, who is a master of the way of nature, must be able to see a little bit of strangeness and tricks!

There happened to be a druid ring around Mayenna, and he had to find news about this place first.

Chapter 14 The Druid's Whereabouts

Slug Tavern.

Amidst the shaking lights and cheerful music, the fat bartender saw the young guest again.

Compared to yesterday, when he was calm and unhurried, today he had a faint scar on his face, and a faint bloody smell emanated from his body, as if he had just gone through a bloody battle.

Even if the surrounding guests were about to lose their nose due to strong alcohol, they were keenly aware that he was not easy to mess with, and sat far away from him.

This is the only customer left in front of the bartender.

"A glass of cider." Roy knocked on the table.

"Have you found a job yet?"

"It's being processed, but the entrustment is too difficult, so we have to take it slowly." Roy took a sip of his drink, and the light shone reddishly, "I have a question for you, buddy. I heard that there is a Drew near Mayenne." Ring of Yi."

The bartender smiled and said nothing, the news is naturally not free news.

But before he showed his pretentious attitude, his heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he felt that if he didn't answer the man's question honestly, he would suffer.

Even the fat security guards at the door who punched Mayena's invincible hands couldn't save him.

"Two to be exact..." He said the answer bluntly, and smiled cautiously, "One is east of Soden, and it's called Cade Du..."

Roy raised his eyebrows. Kay Dedu means "Black Forest" in the ancient language. He remembered that Geralt passed by that place on his second journey to find a daughter, but it was too far away from Mayena, so he didn't want to place to look for.

"There is another one in a forest on the west side of our city of Mayenne. Occasionally, beekeepers from the outskirts come to slugs to drink..." The bartender paused, "I told me about his experience, and the German who lives in the forest Ruys are mostly mistletoe savages, with botanical ornaments like those juniper leaves and marigolds and sage growing on their skin."

Roy was a little bit dumbfounded, this was different from the druid Mossack and Evelyn he knew.Maybe druids are also divided into several sects?

"Tell me about the Druid's Ring west of Mayenna. Well, let's have a glass of cider."

Roy sold ten copper coins and three crowns, but the bartender Hun learned his lesson this time and dared not bargain.

"Most druids have a strong sense of territory like wolves. They regard large areas of the forest as their own. If ordinary people who have not received the invitation break in without authorization, how would the beekeeper describe it?"

There was a trace of fear in the bartender's round eyes,

"If you don't have time to destroy vegetation and animals, you will be 'lucky' to be invited out by countless beasts of the woods, and gnarled oak trees running like humans."

"If you go hunting, or cut down a tree, you will enjoy the 'supreme' treatment, and the druid will personally cook them into fertilizer for planting flowers, or feed for pets."

Roy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It didn't sound much better than Brokleon's Dryad, but he wasn't worried. He carried the acorn token from Mossak on his body, so he should be able to see Desmond safe and sound. Rui.

"I used to think the same way. I took the beekeeper's words as the truth..." the bartender had a shrill voice, a sissy voice from the mill, "I thought that druids are wild men who kill without batting an eye."

"It wasn't until after this damn war that I realized many things. A considerable part of the scandalous rumors about druids were just prejudices and rumors."

"How do you say it?" Roy dipped his finger in a little cider, put it into the hood, and immediately had two warm little tongues licking the sweet cider on his fingertips.

The bartender was taken aback by the huge cat's head and dog's head that suddenly appeared behind the witcher, and was immediately annoyed by it.

Could it be that this guy is also a druid, what kind of crazy would keep two small animals in the hood?

"The opportunity for the dissolution of the misunderstanding came from the Battle of Sintra's Subjugation." A hint of sorrow appeared on the fat man's face.

"After the city of Sintra was broken, many displaced refugees fled to Bruge in the north, or Soden fled. On the Bruge side, I heard that Marshal Vesekid of Sintra escaped from death and is currently calling The remnants of Cintra, form an armed force against Nilfgaard."

"Of course, I'm just hearing it, and I haven't verified it with my own eyes."

An old face with white beard and hair flashed through Roy's mind. He had seen the Generalissimo with his own eyes. If the other party survived, it would undoubtedly be great news for Ciri and Calanthe... He couldn't help nodding head.

"As for Soden, it was not raided by Nilfgaard at that time, and it was also the first choice for refugees."

"It's a pity that the escape route is full of difficulties and dangers. More than one-third of the refugees died in the hands of monster minions and robbers. They survived tormented, either sick or injured... You must know that the most valuable thing in this world is human life .” The fat bartender seemed to have suddenly turned into a poet, with a melancholy expression of concern for the country and the people on his face.

Roy's mouth twitched.

"At this moment of devastation... a group of compassionate people stepped forward."

"They are not ordinary people, they hold wonderful spells."

"The Temple of Melitelli in Elland sent some priestesses to treat the refugees along the way," Fatty said, "but this is as it should be, not surprising."

"Because that's not the case with Meritelli? They enjoy a high folk reputation and receive a large amount of charitable donations every year. Naturally, they are obliged to solve some of the hardships of the people."

Roy took a deep breath, and thought about the past of the Temple of the Elland Meritelli.

"But apart from the priests of the temple who participated in the humanitarian rescue, there are also some warlocks and druids who also contributed their own strength." The fat man's eyes flashed with surprise, "This is really beyond my expectation, Your Excellency Mercenary. As I mentioned to you, warlocks, druids and the like have a bad reputation among the people, and how outrageous people's belittlement of them is."

"If it were me, these people who scolded me would be dead! But they don't seem to care about it," Fatty said with admiration, "Instead, they extended a helping hand to the refugees regardless of the past. They are called righteous men."

"And among this group of righteous men is a druid in the woods west of Mayena." The fat man paused, "A beautiful woman with cinnabar hair."

"It's nothing like the mistletoe savages the beekeepers describe."

"She is so clean, well-dressed, exudes the fragrance of plants, and has a slender figure, just like a daffodil."

"It seems that you have a good impression of her."

"It's not just me, the whole Mayenne, the whole refugee camp is grateful to her, understand?" The bartender seemed not satisfied with the demon hunter's contemptuous attitude, with a serious expression on his face, "She suffers for free at the side of the refugee camp every week. Afflicted people healed for wounds and ailments."

"Whether you are a refugee, a resident living in a town, a stray cat or dog on the street, no matter if you are sick or injured, you can come to her. She diagnoses and treats for free, and even uses the precious herbs grown by herself!"

"Everyone knows that her method is much better than that group of fee-paying quack doctors! No matter how serious the injury is, the medicine can cure the disease, except of course the terminal illness."

"It's not just herbs, she also unleashes noble magic on us ordinary people, do you understand?" The bartender had a trace of fond memories on his face, "I didn't expect that I could enjoy the care of such an outstanding beauty just because of one diarrhea." Healing, feeling the magic flowing into the body. Kind of warm."

"And she treats everyone equally! She respects everyone...whether it's traffickers or noble officials, of course nobles can't go to a place like a refugee camp to see a doctor." Fatty muttered, "I can feel her integrity, in her eyes Here, all living beings must be equal!"

"If you can vote for the lord of Mayenne..." the bartender suddenly lowered his voice, and leaned into Roy's ear, "That lady will definitely beat our lord Sir!"

Roy nodded, knowing nature and having a great reputation.

Not the one he was looking for.

Investigating the nature of the red light and rectifying Geralt's name requires this beloved druid!

But she and Geralt are inextricably linked, so she is simply the best candidate.

"However, she regards money and fame as dung, and all she really cares about is people and other creatures!"

"What's her name?" Roy suppressed his excitement for the final confirmation, took a sip of his drink, and rewarded the two little guys with a sip.

"She didn't tell anyone, because she doesn't need any fame." The bartender took a deep breath, and finally ended his tirade, "You are full of blood, you are injured, if you want to seek her treatment, count the time, She should be here in the next two days. It’s in the white tent near the refugee camp, and you’ll be able to recognize it when you go there.”

Chapter 15 Mato

It was a day or two before Ms. Druid's visit.

Roy chose a remote and deserted street corner, hypnotized a Mayenna guard who was lucky enough to pass by at random, and asked about Yurga's servant Profe and Ainz's servant Mato.

These two are important witnesses for Geralt's exoneration.

The information that the guards can understand is limited——

Since the honorary ambassador Ainz had an accident, the whereabouts of the two were unknown, so they were quite unlucky to be regarded as accomplices in the kidnapping by the sheriff.

Naturally, they cannot enter the city.

Roy decided to try his luck in the refugee camp outside the city.

……

The old lame man was sitting on the low stool in front of the old canvas tent in the high slope area of ​​the camp, smoking a pipe in succession. The lazy afternoon sun shone on the dirty linen clothes and pants, and his hands and feet were cold. A sense of warmth.

He comfortably looked down at the crowded and noisy refugee camp below.