The Creators: From Night City

The old wolf teased Geralt.

"Hmm", the white wolf, who had just climbed out of the river and chopped down a group of water ghosts, no longer had any interest in bickering with the other party. He now only wanted to quickly get rid of the griffin that was causing trouble in the village, and then exchange it for the whereabouts of Yennefer from the Nilfgaardian garrison commander.

"Do you want to join us?" Old Wolf nodded.

Jiang Bing readily agreed. He was hoping that the two would go with him to the scene to take another look. This kind of local demon hunting job was really difficult for him, a foreigner, to adapt to.

Buckthorn, a kind of algae that grows on the bottom of the vast water, will begin to emit a smell worse than a dead body as soon as it leaves the water surface, but this smell is the favorite smell of the target that the three people need to hunt next - the royal griffin.

All I can say is that everyone has their own preferences.

The ambush site was chosen on an open space on the shore. Vesemir skillfully built a goat model using wool, wooden stakes and a few bricks, and stuffed the buckthorn collected by Geralt into the model's belly. A bait for the royal griffin was ready.

As for why we don’t use real sheep, all I can say is that a sheep is not cheap.

The three of them hid aside while Geralt poured dwarven liquor soaked in celandine and lily of the valley everywhere.

This can effectively remove the smell of the three people, so Geralt, who is full of stench, is sprayed the most.

"Here." Old Wolf took out a crossbow and handed it to Geralt. The sharp-eyed Jiang Bing even saw the Nilfgaard logo that had not been scraped off.

"It's new. I won it playing cards when I was bored. Take it and use it."

"Don't you need it yourself?"

Geralt didn't refuse. He took it and started to get familiar with it. This kind of long-range weapon can be very effective against flying air units.

"I, an old man, can't get used to this new thing."

Jiang Bing, who was standing by, was tidying up the metal storage box he always carried with him. Upon hearing what Vesemir said, he couldn't help but stuff more grenades and guns into it.

Anyway, with two witcher masters and a "craftsman" serving this griffin, it is already very blessed and there is no need to do any more hard work.

The three of them squatted beside a huge rock in the leeward direction, and the two witchers started chatting.

“What are your plans after this job?” Geralt asked Vesemir.

Considering Jiang Bing's presence, the two men's conversation was more restrained and obscure.

"I should go home for the winter. Besides, if these men in black continue to fight eastward, they will soon cross the Pontar River. Although my home is dilapidated, I can't let them find me."

Jiang Bing knew that the home the two were talking about was Kaer Morhen, the headquarters of the Wolf School.

"Will you go back in winter?" the old wolf asked.

Geralt rubbed his hands and hesitated. "Maybe. Maybe I'll bring someone back with me."

"Two Demon Hunter Masters, actually, after you finish this job, could you please do me a favor?"

The cattle thief's commission was related to the book "Original Theory of Demon Hunter" in Master Mirror's hand, and Jiang Bing attached great importance to it.

"That cattle-stealing commission you just mentioned?"

Old Wolf briefly told Geralt about their previous conversation.

Geralt, who was worried about Yennefer, thought for a moment and declined. He had no time to waste.

Old Wolf was actually intrigued by Jiang Bing's story, and since he had nothing else to do, he decided to go with Jiang Bing to take a look.

The three of them started a new round of brainstorming based on Jiang Bing's previous discovery. In the end, they continued discussing until they heard a violent flapping sound in the sky, but they still couldn't come to an accurate conclusion.

However, the Royal Griffin finally arrived.

This bird of prey, which is 3 meters long and has an arms span of 5 meters, not only has sharp claws, but also has an extremely strong sense of smell. This time, it came here by smelling the scent of buckthorn from several kilometers away.

The griffin made a standard aerial dive and pinned the goat model bait down with its claws. Just as its huge eagle beak was about to peck, three strong men jumped out from behind a rock not far away.

Compared to the Fent Monster, the Royal Griffin is not a rare species, nor is it a difficult target to deal with.

The reason it has been able to prey on the local people for so long is simply because it has a pair of wings.

When the Air Force fights the Army, the difference in strength is not big, so they will be defeated.

But none of the three people this time can be considered as fill-in babies.

When the two wolves met, they cast two Alder Signs, pushing the griffin, which looked strong but was actually fat, to the ground. Then they both slashed at the base of its wings, trying to destroy the other's flying ability in a short time.

The griffin's sharp fangs and claws were really not up to par. Jiang Bing was just about to struggle to get up. When in Rome, he adapted to the local customs and quickly got used to the characteristics of the local species. This time, he didn't even draw his sword, but kicked the football.

Chapter 118: Regeneration of Twists and Turns

This kick directly lifted the opponent's lion-shaped head high.

The wings of the Royal Griffin are not hollow structures like those of ordinary birds, but more like the outside of two thick arms, each with many feathers used for flying.

This caused the two wolves' hacking attacks to break through the tough feathers, split the phosphorus armor of the wings, and chop the roots of the wings into a bloody mess, but did not affect the structure of the wings.

If the Royal Griffin wants to fly, it can still fly.

But it was not so easy to withstand Jiang Bingquan's beating.

The two electric cannons almost popped the opponent's big eyes. Amid the opponent's painful "Ah", Jiang Bing used his arms to hit the opponent's cheeks with a series of "日" punches.

Even with a tough body catalyzed by chaos magic, a small griffin could not withstand a fist as strong as a hydraulic press.

The victim was nearly beaten to death and quickly flapped his wings to fly briefly into the air in an attempt to get away.

Jiang Bing became more and more excited as the fight went on, throwing off his cloak and spitting out a stream of [Power - Wind Lord], rushing into the air following his opponent.

Under the dull gazes of Vesemir and Geralt, he gave the other a Rising Dragon Fist.

Jiang Bing, who had been sawing around with a chainsaw sword all day, felt the pleasure of punching flesh from this beating.

Take fighting sports such as boxing for example. Although they are extremely painful, they still have so many loyal fans.

This feeling of using the most primitive weapon of mankind can easily mobilize one's own emotions and adrenaline. The emotional feedback brought by each strike cannot be replaced by external objects.

It can easily awaken people's pursuit of power and strong bodies, and this pursuit, this primitive desire to become stronger, is deeply rooted in human nature.

Feeling the long-lost surge of blood, Jiang Bing simply let go of his hands and feet, chasing the opponent with a series of punches and kicks, directly crashing the opponent.

Looking at the royal griffin lying on the ground, [Power-Wind Lord] free-landed in the air and smashed his knees on the opponent's forehead.

Eat my crow and take a plane!

Following the recoil force from his legs, Jiang Bing did a backflip and landed smoothly. Amidst the imaginary dubbing of "Ola Ola", his punches rained down on the griffin, completely stunning it.

There was no way. The punch was too fast and too heavy. This was not a boxing ring. When it was time to elbow, he would show no mercy.

This series of actions allowed Jiang Bing to fully exercise his hands and feet. His heart beat like thunder in his chest, and the two demon hunters could hear it clearly from a few steps away.

With the last little bee elbow strike, the Royal Griffin's skull finally couldn't withstand it anymore and was pushed inward by the elbow.

Geralt seized the opportunity and accurately stabbed the silver sword in his hand from under the right wing of the griffin, deep into the body. As the Alder Seal was released on the opponent's hand, the telekinetic shock wave pushed the silver sword further and pierced the opponent's heart.

Thus ended the ferocious beast that had been wreaking havoc in the White Fruit Garden.

Vesemir sheathed his sword and looked at Jiang Bing as if he were a humanoid rock troll.

"Sometimes I wonder if you might be a golden dragon." He expressed his guess jokingly.

Golden dragons are a legendary species of dragon. Even among the knowledgeable group of demon hunters, everyone believes that they do not exist. But in fact, these giant dragons covered with golden scales do exist. In Zerrecania, they are worshipped as gods. Some golden dragons with the ability to transform will even transform into humans and hide in society.

Geralt had encountered this before (there was a scene with two men and two women).

"Human, pure." Jiang Bing's answer was a little unsure.

He doesn't know whether he is still a human being now.

The dead griffin had lost most of its chaos magic and its muscles were no longer tense, making it much easier to cut. Geralt cut off the royal griffin's head without much effort, fixed it with a special hook, and hung it on the saddle.

This thing is the evidence of a successful hunt. With this thing, the price for the next demon hunting commission can be much higher.

Since it was on the way, Vesemir and Jiang Bing followed Geralt to the fortress occupied by the Nilfgaardians.

The fortress had been abandoned, but its location was very suitable for garrisoning troops. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers and commanded a high position. It was renovated and reused by the Nilfgaardian army.

With the griffin head in Geralt's hand, the three of them successfully met the garrison officer.

"The Demon Hunter Master is indeed a master. He quickly dealt with this creature that should have gone to hell long ago."

The garrison officer in his iconic black armor was busy as hell, but when he saw the witcher coming over with the griffin's head, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is one of the few good news amidst a lot of bad news."

The other party kicked the head on the ground and sighed.

"The commission has been completed. As agreed, you should tell me the news about Yennefer."

"Who are these two?"

The garrison captain abruptly changed the subject and didn't look like he wanted to fulfill his promise.

Jiang Bing began to look at the garrison of this new military camp.

Because the army of men in black had already crossed the White Orchard, as the rear of the front line, the number of soldiers here was not large, less than a hundred at most.

'The fight won't take long.'

"Two companions, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the agreement."

Geralt is a man who is less than a hundred years old. How could he not understand the other party's intentions?

"It's really strange to see three demon hunters gathered together."

"I suggest you speak up."

A voice spoke pure Nilfgaardian, with an accent as authentic as that of an old Jinta. (Nilfgaard, the capital of Nilfgaard, is also known as the City of Jinta.)

Thanks to Mirror Master, he is a bit difficult to deal with, but the quality of his products is impeccable.

This garrison officer, who came from a peasant family, had not heard this kind of local accent in a foreign country for a long time. He inevitably relaxed his guard a little, easing the tense situation.

He looked into Jiang Bing's normal eyes and changed his words, "Is this master from the Jinta?"

Jiang Bing shook his head and stretched out his hand to form a universe at his fingertips. "It's just that he has a slight talent for languages."

"You and I both know this, sir. Breaking your promises is not a good character. You don't want the people under your rule to know that you don't keep your word, do you?"

The threatening words caused a slight commotion among the soldiers standing guard with guns, but the captain stopped them with a wave of his hand.

He was not as arrogant as other victorious Nilfgaardian officers. Instead, after careful consideration, he listened to the truth in Jiang Bing's words.

Of course, if the other party doesn't listen to reason, Jiang Bing also knows a little bit of fighting skills.

The captain chuckled twice, returned to his desk, took out a bulging purse, and tossed it to Geralt.

"This is the commission fee for this time."

Geralt shook the heavy bag; it must have held several hundred florins at least.

This price is fair for hunting a griffin.

But what Geralt needed was not money, but news about Yennefer.

Chapter 119 Aruba Murder Case

"I don't need money. We agreed before that I would kill the griffin and you would tell me its whereabouts."

"But now the situation has changed." The Nilfgaardian commander sighed, his face full of helplessness.

"One of my soldiers died in the forest."

Geralt raised an eyebrow and objected.

"There was a war here recently, and the defeated soldiers are teeming with bandits. They're all hostile to you. With all due respect, the death toll is quite normal."

"I know, Witcher."

The other party didn't even bother to call him Master.

"I wish it were so. He wasn't stabbed to death by a pitchfork or a spear. That would be better. At least I know where to aim the knife."

The garrison officer had a look of deep confusion on his face.

"I think this should be your area of ​​expertise as demon hunters, so please go with your friends and take a look at the poor soldier's body to give me some inspiration. Once this is done, I will tell you everything you want and give you a generous reward. How about that?"

Since the handle was in someone else's hands, Geralt had no choice but to agree.

The bodies of the dead soldiers lay in a room on the second floor of the abandoned fortress.

Most of the outer walls of this room have collapsed, but miraculously the door and part of the roof are still preserved. It is no longer suitable for living in, but it can provide simple shelter from the sun and rain, so it has been recycled and temporarily used as a morgue.

The three men were led by a soldier into the room. There was already a person inside, muttering something around the corpse.