A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

"yes!"

Roy silently recited it in his mind without hesitation.

He doesn't like adding attribute points at the last minute, and besides, they're not really optional attribute points anyway, so he'd rather add them early to get used to it.

[The goal is to anchor 1 point of Demon Hunter synergy to a 1% bonus to all Demon Hunter attributes...]

warm current,

A warm current, much larger and more powerful than that of the previous five ordinary bandits combined, immediately pumped out from Roy's heart.

As the warmth surges, it travels through the kidneys, liver, lungs, spleen...

The whole world suddenly opened up in his eyes:

The dewdrops on the grass ten meters away, which were previously blurry, are now clearly visible; the mud and decaying leaves mixed in the wind can now be clearly distinguished by his breath; even the slight trembling sound of his steed, the scraggly horse, rubbing its muscles against his spear, suddenly seems to resound in his ears...

The world had never been presented to him so vividly.

He was so stunned that he stood there, momentarily overloaded.

"Traveler, what happened to your body? Why did your heartbeat slow down for a moment?" Geralt asked immediately from horseback.

One thing that sets Witchers apart from ordinary people is their ability to control their heart rate: during combat, they control the surge of adrenaline to accelerate their heartbeat and oxygen supply, and when injured, they reduce their metabolism and slow their heartbeat like a hibernating bear to reduce blood loss.

He might not know medical terms like "adrenaline," but Geralt was exceptionally sensitive to heartbeats and breathing sounds.

Roy, who was leading the horse, took a small breath, feeling his increasingly sensitive sense of smell and his increasingly clear mind, as if he had taken some kind of smart drug. He bounced around on the spot and replied:

"Uncle, I used the drug! Now, yes, it's become bigger and stronger!"

The bond between the Witchers is truly powerful.

This time!

Roy truly felt the power!

Geralt was taken aback, but he wholeheartedly agreed with Roy's suggestion of becoming bigger and stronger.

A decrease in heart rate is actually the result of a comprehensive improvement. Excluding accidents and side effects, this usually means that a person's cardiopulmonary function, physical fitness, and overall health have become stronger!

It was only that "uncle" that bothered him a little.

Just a month ago, the female elves of Novigrad still called him Little Wolf.

"You can call me White Hair, or even a mutant," Geralt replied.

Roy hopped up and plucked a leaf four meters off the ground from above his head, laughing as he said:

"Uncle, I'm 18 this year. What year were you born, and how old are you?"

Geralt paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched his chin and said, "Perhaps discussing age isn't a very pleasant topic."

"Uncle, can you be more specific?" Roy pressed.

Geralt hesitated for a moment, then resigned himself to his fate:

"I was born in the last century, and it is now 1249."

Yay, it's Geralt from the game!

Roy laughed. Due to the deliberate ambiguity and alterations in the original novel, there are two theories about Geralt's birth year: 1171 and 1211. However, based on Geralt's character and conduct in the novel, the general consensus is that he was born in 1211.

However, to enhance Geralt's composed charm, the game sets his birth date to around 1180.

Therefore, if we consider the last century, the one in front of us is most likely Geralt from the game!

It seems the pitchfork, this weapon of choice for witchers, might be ineffective in this world! He originally thought the flower spear was also a pitchfork...

"So, uncle, you can't expect me to call you grandpa, can you?" Roy said, shrugging.

"Hold your horse tight, kid!" Geralt felt a headache coming on.

It's that feeling of suddenly being promoted in seniority and having to be careful to protect the younger generation in front of you.

I was just thinking that maybe we could go to Whispering Alley to find Nightingale...

This traveling merchant, who looked like a small giant, forced him to ride a horse, yet he was still a reckless young man.

No, it can't be that he's just old!

However, if you count the time since I first took up my sword and left Kaer Morhen, it's been almost fifty years...

……

The journey was short but the conversation was long. They chatted idly all the way to the wooden bridge in the lower village of Crow's Nest, and the two of them did not encounter any more robbers.

"Lord Veserad, who lives in the castle, is the biggest bandit in the area, so the closer you get, the harder it is to find the smaller bandits," Geralt explained as he dismounted.

Roy nodded. The current timeline is still more than 20 years away from The Witcher 1 (1270). During this period, Nilfgaard's early probing attacks were repelled by the Northern Alliance, and Nilfgaard then retreated to develop, while the Northern nations boasted of a life of debauchery.

This continent is currently in a state of peaceful accumulation.

It will be more than 20 years before Velen is completely conquered by Nilfgaard, and the lord will be replaced by the Bloody Baron from the game.

At this time, the one who occupied the crow's nest was the lord Veserad, who would later be bitten to death by rats.

Well, Roy's only impression of this lord was his exaggerated way of dying... But how can it not be considered as going down in history and being remembered by future generations?

"Halt! What are you doing, you white-haired guy carrying two swords?"

"And that giant with the sword at his waist. Crow's Nest doesn't welcome outsiders, especially those who are armed, and with two swords at that."

"Maybe he has an extra one in his crotch than others."

Before the narrow moat leading to Crow's Nest Village, a group of lord's guards called out to Roy and his companion.

Those with crossbows aimed their arrows at Geralt, while those with swords and long-handled knives kept their eyes fixed on Roy, the big guy.

Compared to Geralt, Roy was considered a greater threat because he was more than half a head taller.

Geralt lowered the reins and said in a deep voice:

"I am a witcher. I carry two swords on my back: a silver one for killing monsters and a steel one for killing people. As for my lower body, I have the same sword as you, no more than you."

Roy didn't move forward, but simply shifted a step to shield Geralt in front of him, saying:

"If you don't have one in your crotch, then you will indeed have one extra."

"Alright, we're here to sell things, relax, sir."

"I am the Witcher's squire."

Upon hearing this, the guard wielding the long-handled sword immediately pointed the tip of his blade at Geralt:

"Monster! These huge creatures are just servants. Monster! We need to stay away from them."

The crossbowman grabbed the knife-wielding guard and said:

"Don't act rashly. I've heard of witchers. A few years ago in Cordwin, there was a guy named Geralt who lost his sword, but even without it, he defeated a net-halberd gladiator with his bare hands without breaking a sweat. They know sorcery and can send people flying in an instant."

"I need to go and report this. You guys stay here and watch them." Upon hearing the man with the crossbow's words, the swordsman's eyes immediately lit up, and he jogged towards the village. Whether he was running and talking, it was unclear whether he was reporting or fleeing.

However, as soon as he ran away, the man with the long-handled sword and the man with the crossbow hesitated for two seconds before immediately putting away their weapons.

I'm looking, but I don't dare to look!

Roy smiled at the scene, turned around and took two apples from the variegated horse. These were taken from the bandits. Geralt had even hung the bandits' boots on the horse, which emboldened him to leave the apples and other food behind.

He tossed an apple at the two guards and handed one to Geralt.

No one refused.

The group started chewing by the river, and the atmosphere became less tense.

The man with the crossbow even asked curiously:

"Witcher, you have cat-like eyes, can you catch mice?"

"Give me a fork, and I'll throw the rat out of the corner of your house right out of the dinner table," Geralt said, taking a bite of his apple with a blank expression.

The man holding the crossbow choked a little, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Then Roy added quietly:

"Is this why cats all over the world hiss when they see you?"

"Boy, you're just my servant! Don't be disrespectful!" Geralt slammed his hand heavily on Roy's shoulder, his voice filled with distinct personal emotion.

On the other side, those with crossbows and knives laughed at this sight.

……

After a while, the guard with the sword peeked out from the village entrance, and only after seeing that there was no movement did he run over and whisper a few words to the man with the knife.

The man with the knife stepped aside after hearing this and said to Roy and the others:

"You can go in now. Also, for the sake of Apple, the lord has entrusted you with this task, so relax."

Beside him, a guard with a crossbow added:

"It's about the wolf king. Lately, we've been hearing wolf howls in the woods near Jiaomu Village. The lord has lost two hunters. I heard the village elders of Jiaomu Village have pooled their money, and the lord is looking for someone to deal with it... There are rumors that the wolf king isn't a wolf, but a werewolf. You can ask the village elders of Jiaomu Village for details. Just say that I, Rad, asked you to ask them."

"Thanks, Rad!" Roy replied.

At this moment, he finally began to understand why he had anchored here.

The bonds between werewolves correspond to the events involving werewolves.

He was anchored by the bond with the werewolf Coffey, and his destination is another werewolf storyline—another anchor point in this world.

[Branch storyline detected: The Berserk Wolf King]

Please investigate the werewolves in the forest behind Jiaomu Village.

Just then, a new message popped up on his panel.