Time passed day by day.

Although the golden sand in the hourglass has been reduced, the flow speed in this world does not seem to be fast, and he may stay in this world for a longer period of time than in the past.

The relationship between the group is also much better than when they first met.

"Damn it!"

"Why am I losing again?" Fantesin scratched his hair a little annoyed.

As Su Ziyu became more and more familiar with the rules of Gwente's cards, his skills continued to improve, and more importantly, he played as if he was going to win, many times he was obviously unlucky, but as his opponent Fan Texin's luck seemed to be a little worse.

So Fantesin always loses more and wins less.

Melissa sits next to her to prepare the food, and she's also a witcher who isn't interested in GWENT cards. Well. Apprentice.

"Alright."

"Let's get ready for something to eat." Su Ziyu stood up and directly rejected Fan Texin's plan to come again.

During this time, he learned quite a few survival techniques as a witcher.

If Wilderness Survival could also be counted as a skill level, he would now be at LV1 level.

The occasional monster encountered along the way did not gain source power, either because they were not polluted, or because they were too weak.

Su Ziyu estimates that only boss-level monsters are likely to drop source power.

"There's movement! The sound of horses' hooves! Fantesin suddenly stood up and said.

The witchers also have a strong sense of perception, and they can even detect some completely invisible monsters.

"Quite a few people. There were at least six of them. Su Ziyu glanced at him and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Stomp and tread.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually came.

Soon, they saw six men in black suits, these people were holding a variety of weapons, almost all of them had bows and crossbows on their backs, and their expressions were extremely cold, and they looked like killers with a lot of blood on their hands. They also spotted Su Ziyu and his party, and their eyes first fell on the two men, and then they focused on Melissa's body, staring at her for a while, and then rode away.

"Witch hunter." Fan Texin frowned and said in a deep voice.

In recent years.

Terrible plagues have broken out everywhere, and many villages and towns have been deserted. On the way, Fantesin also told some things about witches, many people believe that the outbreak of the plague is related to witches, and witch hunters are an organization that has only emerged in recent decades, and they hunt witches everywhere.

"Watch out for them." Fantesin whispered, "They are Zoroastrian lackeys. ”

Zoroastrianism, in full name, is the Eternal Fire Sect.

A cult of fanatical fire worship, with great secular power, they are very unfriendly to all aliens, and there was a scandal of slaughtering a dwarven village a few years ago.

Witches, that is, sorceresses.

They also served in the court of the human kingdom hundreds of years ago, and were active as court advisors for a considerable period of time. However, the sorcerer's organization has since become embroiled in sordid political battles, and their losses may have been greater than those of the witchers, and the surviving sorceresses have hid their identities.

Like witchers, the wizards of this world are unable to produce offspring.

However, most of the witchers are male, while the wizards are mainly female, and the number of male witches is already very small, even Vent Sing has not encountered a few.

Normally, Fantesin refers to witches as sorceresses.

"Let's go too." After seeing the six witch hunters, a hint of worry appeared on Fantesin's expression.

It's not far from Lund.

They traveled all night, and finally arrived near Lund at noon the next day.

It is a fairly prosperous port city.

The population here is about 200,000 people, and before they even enter the city, they see many caravans, and the big job of making money is also here.

When entering the city, Fantesin's expression was quite solemn.

Soon, they found a crowd of people gathered near the city gates, and in the middle of the crowd was a bloody pillar with a woman whose face could not be seen nailed, and next to them stood three men dressed in black dressed as witch hunters they had seen that day. Fan Texin's face suddenly turned iron-blue, and Su Ziyu saw him press his hand on the hilt of the sword, and then took a deep breath and slowly put it down.

The woman had been dead for a long time.

She was seen to be extremely beautiful in life, with waist-length flaxen-colored hair, a crossbow arrow wound on her chest, and scars on her arms and legs from the flameblast.

It was supposed to be caused by an explosive.

However, in this world they are alchemy items, and Ventessin also has a small bottle that explodes.

The Eternal Fire cult refines this explosive, and Fantesin mentions that the oil they concoct is more powerful than the witchers. The sorceresses have suffered a lot of persecution from the secular and ecclesiastical communities over the years, and witch hunters are hunting them down everywhere, and even witch hunters in some areas may be attacked.

"Whew." Suziyu looked away a little.

This sorceress was supposed to be nailed to a pillar after death, and those witch hunters must have had the support of worldly forces behind them, and it is not known what their purpose was.

"Let's go." Fantessin's voice was a little low and hoarse.

Melissa's expression was also quite sad and angry, and she looked at the witch hunters coldly, restraining the killing intent in her heart.

Suddenly.

Su Ziyu felt a spiritual pressure, which was a reaction brought about by spiritual energy perception, which would only occur in the face of magic fluctuations, and he looked up at the window on the other side of the street, only to see a flashing figure in a gray robe.

I don't know who it is.

But that's definitely a spellcaster!

Fan Tesin should be quite familiar with this place, and he took Suziyu to a remote inn.

Su Ziyu could see that the sophisticated demon hunter was restraining his emotions, as soon as he arrived at the inn, he began to drink, and the hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly.

"Her name is Jenny."

"A very, very kind sorceress, she has concocted potions that have saved many lives."

"She's not a powerful witch."

"Most of what she has at her disposal is some magic to heal injuries." Fan Texin's voice was low and hoarse, he raised his head to reveal bloodshot eyes, looked at Su Ziyu in front of him, and said slowly: "She saved my life!" Twice! ”

"These damn witch hunters!!"

At this time, Fan Tesin looked like a fierce beast that wanted to devour people, and Su Ziyu had never seen such a terrifying appearance on this demon hunter.

"I'm sorry."

"The big business I mentioned earlier may be in vain." Fan Tesin drank the wine in the glass and said in a deep voice: "The employer here can no longer be trusted!" ”

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