Sunlight passes through the gaps in the leaves above the dense forest, flecks fall to the ground, and visible dust floats in the beams.

A forest path that is hidden under the green and yellow weeds, and only the outline can be faintly seen, winds out of the forest.

The trail meets the main road at the edge of the forest, and the road interchanges just at a slope.

A carriage had flipped under the slope near the side of the forest, and the pack horse that had pulled it lay a short distance in front of it, and a few meters away lay a motionless man in a pool of blood.

Tap, tap, tap~

The sound of horses' hooves from far and near caused a flurry of crows on the branches, and they quacked and scattered.

The horses galloped along the path, the earth stirred up by the horses' hooves splashing everywhere, and the disturbed dust rippled in the golden beams.

"Yu Yu~"

On the back of the black and brown horse was a white-haired man with two swords, and when he noticed the scene of the accident on the side of the road, he immediately pulled the reins and stopped in the midst of a neighing sound of a healthy horse.

The man on the horse is burly and athletic.

A pair of serpent-like amber vertical pupils exuded a chilling light, and the hideous scar on the left eye added a ferocious color.

He also had a round pendant on his chest wearing a silver chain, carved with a wolf head with bared teeth and fangs.

"Geralt, what's wrong?"

In the man's arms sat a gorgeously dressed girl with long gray hair, and under her long eyelashes, a pair of sleepy eyes were slowly opening.

"Ciri, there's something going on in front, I'm going to take a look~"

After making sure that the girl had come to his senses, he rolled over and dismounted, pulling on the reins and walking towards the overturned carriage.

Approaching, Geralt handed the reins to Ciri, walked to the car, and after looking around, his eyes were deep in the ruts.

"Shortly after the accident, there were no other footprints around.

The wheel tracks run down from the top of the slope and then tip over from the side of the slope, presumably when going downhill, the carriage lost control. ”

He leaned down, circled around the pack horse, and then took a closer look at it.

"The pack horse was fatally wounded in the neck, and he was crushed by Che Hengmu's neck and died, his pupils dilated, and he foamed at the mouth, probably frightened."

"When the carriage overturned, the driver flew out and broke his neck when he landed, and the carriage hit the pack horse, and got a certain cushion, and I don't know if there was anyone inside."

After looking at the pack horse and the corpse in front of him, Geralt's eyes looked at the deformed carriage.

Boom~

The deformed and twisted carriage door was rudely opened, revealing the scene inside.

"Woman, about 30 years old, broke her neck and was confirmed dead."

"The boy, about 13 years old, was hit on the head, and his body still had residual warmth, but he was no longer breathing..."

After inspecting the inside of the car, the man sighed and withdrew his finger from the carotid artery in the boy's neck.

Then he searched in the carriage for a while, touched a small black money bag, and carried it into his arms.

After doing this, he glanced at the corpse in the car with regret on his face, did not stop any longer, and turned to walk towards Kenma.

"Let's go, the stench of corpses will soon attract corpse-eating creatures."

"But the boy doesn't seem to be dead."

"I've been out of breath a long time ago, and my body is almost cold..."

"But now he's open!"

Ciri's green eyes flashed with shock and excitement, and she shouted as she pointed behind Geralt in excitement.

"How is that possible" Seeing her expression, the white wolf Geralt didn't think it was a joke, so he turned his head to look at her in confusion, and then his eyes widened in shock.

......

The castle of Kelmohan was in ruins, the defensive walls had collapsed to the bends, the towers had collapsed in half, and weeds were growing wildly between the cracks in the stone walls...

The remaining towers and gates, as well as the heavy, thick cylindrical main tower, show the grandeur of the castle and seem to tell the world of its former glory.

Nestled in the Blue Mountains of Kodwin, this long-forgotten fortress is home to the Wolf School Witchers.

The wind howled through the ruins, sending ripples through knee-deep weeds.

From time to time, the bright moonlight was obscured by the swift shadows of the clouds, occasionally casting a splash of color on the moat, causing a slight movement of light and shadow on the remaining walls.

The majestic silhouette of the castle is reflected in this alternation of black and white.

An old man and a young man walked out of the castle through the dark iron gate by moonlight.

They walked across the drawbridge and down the trail down the mountain.

"Mr. Viselmere, why did you choose it at night?"

The young man who spoke was carrying two swords on his back, wearing a simple gray hunting suit, with short black hair, and a well-proportioned figure and a tall posture.

The delicate face has the unique vitality of a young man, and his neat and neat dress makes him look heroic and magnificent.

If he hadn't had those amber cat's eyes, he would have been a close friend of ladies of high status, or a favourite in a bar with a high leg skirt.

Steel and silver swords and amber cat's eyes, this is standard for witchers.

Witchers are professional monster killers, mutants who have undergone mutations and hunt monsters for a living.

"Huck, as a demon hunter, we often have to choose the time and battlefield according to the characteristics of the monsters, and you'll know the reason later."

Viselmir was the oldest elder of the Wolf School, his hair graying, but still strong and vigorous.

The two of them followed the killer trail, through the ruins of the level, and turned down the slope at a distance of half a mile.

Walking along the winding path on the west side of the castle, the two soon came to an intersection.

"If you follow this road, you will reach the fortress and the signal tower on the hill."

As he walked past the ruins of the building at the intersection, Viselmir looked at the side with a hint of nostalgia on his face, and pointed to the path next to him, which was almost invisible.

Huck didn't speak, as someone with memories of the game, he was well aware of Kyle Mohan's surroundings.

After not going far, I saw the ruins of the level at the foot of the castle's west tower, and just like the one on the Killer's Trail, all that remained was rubble.

At the next fork in the road, Viselmir pointed to the ruins of the intersection again:

"This path leads to the Wolf's Head Cave, where the Witcher's apprentices once completed the Grass Trial."

"Teacher, can I go to these places another day?"

Counting up, it has been almost nine years since Huck was rescued by Geralt and came to the castle with Princess Ciri.

In addition to eating and resting, that is, training and studying, the daily schedule is full, and he doesn't even have time to walk around the castle properly.

"These places have been deserted for a long time and are not safe, but with your current strength, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Viselmir glanced at him, nodded, and continued on his way.

"The wounds you sustained on the day of the Salamander raid have healed, and once you have completed the Emblem Trial, you will be able to move freely."

"Really? Can I move around freely? ”

Upon hearing this, Huck suddenly became excited.

As a closed disciple of the old demon hunting master, he is usually looked down on, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to secretly want to go out fishing with Lambert, and he has been a little depressed in the past few years.

When I heard that I could no longer be restricted from moving, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"After the Badge Trial, you are officially a witcher, and our next mission is to explore the ruins of these buildings in the castle."

"We?"

Huck was stunned at hearing the teacher's words.

"What, you want to fly solo?"

"No, I just asked casually." was scolded by the teacher, Huck hurriedly explained, and sighed in his heart.

Looking at the beloved disciple with a somewhat embarrassed face, Viselmir still didn't understand the little Jiujiu in the other party's heart.

"The normal training cycle of a demon hunter is about 20 years, and you have a special situation, you have completed all the subjects in 9 years."

At this, he was a little relieved, and his gaze at Huck softened a lot.

After a pause, the Demon Hunter continued earnestly:

"Complete the Badge Trial, and the Witcher tutorial ends.

But that's just the beginning, there's still a long way to go to become a real witcher, and you have to be impatient.

In our line of work, it's not about being better than anyone, it's about living longer than anyone. ”

Huck was shocked when he heard this, and immediately understood the teacher's kindness, and couldn't help but blame himself a little.

Hunting monsters is a very dangerous job, and if you are not careful, your life can be dangerous.

Many witchers are killed when they just walk out of the castle, and being careful and cautious is the basic requirement for witchers to survive.

There is no such thing as being absolutely weak about monsters, and they can produce different results at different times, places, and situations.

Accidents and deaths have always been a true reflection of the work of witchers.

If you want to live long, you must not wave!

This is the real world, not a game, and you can't read the file and start over.

The difficulty of this world is not the expected 'just look at the plot', but 'die without regrets', or increase the difficulty of the enemy.