The white-haired witcher was a little surprised by the boldness of the strange man in front of him, after all, it was no joke to dare to confront a griffin beast with his bare hands.

And when they arrived, they clearly saw the griffon's jealousy, which was really intriguing.

But looking at the appearance of the strange man, it doesn't look like a witcher, although he looks very strong, but his pupils are no different from normal people, and he is wearing the cloth clothes of an ordinary villager, and he doesn't wear the witcher badge-

There are no weapons, no iconic steel swords and silver swords, which is enough to show the fact that the other party is not a witcher.

"It's okay......" the man exhaled and smiled wryly, "not hurt, but only a little." By the way, my name is Connor, what do you call them? ”

"I'm Geralt of Rivia, and this is Visel......mir," the white-haired witcher began, turning his head to see that the old witcher had rescued the footman who was crushed under the wagon.

"Thank you, thank you two witchers......"

The footman was a slightly thin man, whose feet were visibly weakened by this experience, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his upper and lower teeth were fighting.

"Oh my God, if I hadn't touched you, I'd have ended up like my horse."

- He was obviously feeling extremely distressed and glad.

I feel distressed because a horse is not a cheap commodity, and I don't know how many people have chosen to kill people for a piece of bread these years, and how many people have been stabbed to death because of a piece of bread.

Fortunately, because at least he is still alive, and the loss of goods is not too great, and he only needs to take some time to push the truck back, so that he can recover some of the loss. Although this time it can be regarded as a nerve-wracking, it will not make him collapse.

"In that case, you're in luck." The old witcher named Viselmir spread his hands and said with a smile.

The footman was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, is this mockery?

Geralt added: "Your horse died on the spot...... Griffons usually like to play with their prey, eating them piece by piece while they are still alive. ”

"Ahh......h......h

Geralt looked at the man named Connor and nodded, "Then you are really lucky, and your companion is also very timely...... Griffons are considered brave hunters, and many consider them to be the most upright creatures known to man. ”

The Witcher?

Griffons?

Was this the magical period of the Middle Ages? But it doesn't feel exactly like the history of Western Europe.

Connor pondered these two terms with some confusion, but he did a good job of hiding the doubts in his heart, not revealing them, this strange world made him quite vigilant, he was following his instinct to hide himself.

At this time, Geralt was still explaining why the griffon was considered to be a rather noble creature by nature—

“…… They are fierce and domineering, and they will not rest until they tear their opponents to shreds. But before they descend from the sky and capture their prey, they make a long, piercing call to warn their victims to be ready to attack. ”

"And they are not afraid to attack armed humans, and even prefer this prey, because defeating a knight makes them proud...... Griffons are creatures that have only one mate for life, and when their partner is attacked or killed, they fight to the death. ”

For these reasons, this monster is often considered a symbol of courage, loyalty, and fighting spirit.

However, at this time, the Foot Merchant obviously has no extra mood to pay attention to these things, the griffon will give an early warning before the attack, and it is meaningless for him to prepare the victim at all! Honest creatures of bullshit, as long as they endanger themselves, they are all pests, and they should all be killed!

Next, the two witchers rejected the trader's offer and began to survey the trail instead.

However, they found that as they had assumed, the tracks of the people they were tracking were difficult to identify after entering the main road. Despite his mental preparations, Geralt's face changed slightly.

Now Temoria is not peaceful everywhere, wars and turmoil are spreading everywhere, and it seems that it is not an easy matter to find people in such a large area.

Fortunately, the merchant who had just rescued him wanted to repay them, so he provided a piece of news, that is, although he had not seen a woman with long black hair and a smell of cloves and gooseberries, it showed that there was an inn in Baiguoyuan Village in front of him, and it was the only one within a radius of a hundred miles, and there were many travelers coming and going.

And he said that the proprietress of the inn was his relative, and that the two witchers could go there to inquire about the news, and she would entertain them both.

So the two witchers rode out again.

Connor didn't say much during this process, and he didn't prepare to follow the two witchers and join each other's team. To be honest, he actually thought so, but after serious consideration, he gave up on the idea.

He didn't know what the world was all about, and even his own memories seemed to be missing a large part of it.

Anyway, it feels like his soul is incomplete, completely torn apart by something, but it has been tinkered with, but there is something more heterogeneous in it...... Even though the estrangement was slowly dissolving, at least he could feel it now.

His name is Connor, and he is from Earth...... And then what?

No matter how hard he tried to think about it, it seemed that he could only vaguely remember some things during his study and work, and it seemed that he finally entered the military service, became an officer, and was finally sent to an island to perform some missions......

Then, I really don't remember anything, I just know that when I open my eyes again and wake up, I will appear in such a dangerous world.

Bram's Foot Merchant was the first person he met, and it took a lot of effort for him to finally be able to go on his way, after all, at first, Bram didn't trust strangers, and even suspected him of being a robber.

Connor felt that his current situation was actually very troublesome, and the top priority was to understand the background and situation of the world under the premise of covering up his identity problematic.

Bram is relatively the most suitable person, and even if the other party does perceive his own problems, Connor is sure to deal with them on his own.

The witcher was different, Connor sensed the dangerous aura in those two men, and it seemed that even the old man he was not sure that he could beat him. And as a special profession, such a person's observation is often quite keen, and in fact, the simple conversation between the two people just now proves this.

They were able to track the tracks of people who had passed by three or four days earlier on the road, and by capturing footprints, finding debris of clothing and fabric, and even catching the faint residue of odor molecules, they were able to confirm the direction and determine the distance to the target...... And so on and so forth.

It's even better than a hound, and it's this detail that completely discourages Connor from joining the two witchers.

Don't talk about whether the other party will accept it, even if he really accepts it, he himself will be weak-hearted...... After all, in such a completely strange world, he was more like an outlier than a witcher or a griffon.

After the two witchers left, Connor helped Bram turn the truck over and push it onto the shore road on the other side, and then carried the bags and boxes of various goods to the truck and rearranged them.

Because he was saved by Connor once, Bram no longer has the same vigilance against him as before, and when Bram is in a complicated mood and distracted, Connor seems to have intentionally or unintentionally begun to lead the topic-

"Are there a lot of griffons in this place? Do they attack people a lot? ”

"Not much, it should be just that...... And it wasn't really that bad before, but after the Nilfgaard people came, the situation changed. ”

Bram struggled to carry a bag of goods, and said with a wry smile, "Maybe there are stinky corpses everywhere, and the griffons smell the smell and their heads are dizzy, I have never heard of such a thing attacking people on the road or even in the village." ”

"Nilfgaards?"

"Yes, they're a horrible, savage, cruel bunch......" Bram said through gritted teeth.

As he spoke, Connor gradually sketched out in his mind the situation in the place where he was.

The origins of the war can be traced back to decades ago, when the Nilfgaard Empire in the south advanced northward, beginning with the annexation of a number of small countries one by one. It wasn't until about a decade ago that the Nilfgaard crossed the Amer Mountains into Irlenwald and attacked Sintra.

It was the official outbreak of the First Northern War.

And now, ten years have passed, and the second war is not over. The Nilfgaard broke through and occupied the Northern Kingdom territory south of the Ponta River. The Temerian Army was also routed, and the remnants went underground to wage guerrilla warfare.

The war also destroyed the old order, plunging the northern kingdom into chaos, and the people were struggling and monsters were rampant wherever the army passed.

Connor was now located in a land that once belonged to the country of Temeria, which was originally considered the most powerful of the Northern Kingdoms, and everyone thought that if it joined forces with its allies, it could fight against the increasingly aggressive Nilfgaard Empire.

However, because of the unfortunate death of King Foltest, the nobles of the rat-eyed were at once like vultures eating the corpses, and the land of Temeria was torn to shreds like a piece of precious cloth—

They are red-eyed and bent on competing for the most benefits, without thinking about the consequences of doing so.

As Nilfgaard continued its march unstoppable, the lowly scavengers scattered in fear. No one was able to organize an effective confrontation against the invasion from the south.

So less than a few months after the offensive began, the silver lilies fluttering around the city of Vigema had been replaced by the sun, which symbolized the empire.

Every time Nilfgaard conquered a piece of land in Temeria, he would hang the local lords who had not had time to flee or die in battle, thus breaking the local rule and taking over the area......

It can be said that the nobles of Temeria can't wait to tear their land apart, and the "smart" behavior of dividing the interests of the country has hastened the end of their loyalty, such an operation is simply suffocating, maybe they are just crazy before they die?

While most Temerians have given up hope, there are still some who cannot accept the shame of their country disappearing from the world map.

These people often hide in the forests of Anglon and the mountains of Mahakam, waiting for an opportunity to take up arms against the enemies of the state.

At this moment, Connor can confirm that this is definitely not the Western European Middle Ages of the earth, although the painting style is relatively close.

But even if he has a little lack of memory, it is not enough to say that he has forgotten even the simple knowledge of history, what Nilfgaard, Temeria, the Northern War...... This series of various nouns has never been heard of at all.

So, the question arises?

Why is he in such a world? Why do you lose your memory inexplicably? Why do you have so much more knowledge in your head that you don't belong to?

This is obviously a dangerous world, and it is basically impossible for a person like him who doesn't even have an identity to live in peace, and in the end he will either starve to death, probably be hanged by the army, or be eaten by those monsters everywhere......

In this case, where should he go from here?

Connor thought very calmly, while rummaging through all kinds of strange knowledge in his mind, although he didn't know when he had this countless profound wisdom in his consciousness, but it didn't prevent him from thinking about using it to get through the difficulties first.

- It's just that these things are not his for the time being.

It's like he has an extra library in his mind, and the books in it can be read at any time, but as long as he hasn't read them carefully and learned and mastered the contents, then the knowledge in them can't be regarded as his.

While flipping through the catalogs of "books" in his mind, the man was comparing the combat abilities of the two demon hunters just now-

Those are professionals, and if you learn melee combat and swordsmanship from them, will it be a path?

No, this won't work, just look at that Geralt's left eye, it's too dangerous to take a sword and fight those monsters...... Let's see if there's another way.