The afternoon sun is still strong, but fortunately, there are clouds and shadows to cover the sun from time to time, so that everyone on the battlefield can enjoy a moment of coolness.

The wind on the mountain was very strong, and the big trees on the side of the road in the forest swayed in the wind, making a 'whining' sound.

After 2 hours of fighting, the battlefield was finally cleared of the ghoulds.

Seeing that the situation had been decided, Tomera also walked over, and the four of them looked at the mountains of corpses piled up on the battlefield.

"I'm afraid it will take a long time to find Morris among these thousands of corpses."

Vismir looked at the battlefield with a headache, then turned his gaze to the sorceress.

"Emily, what now?"

The sorceress had mentioned that she had a way to find someone, and that she could only be counted on now.

"Now I can only find people through the positioning spell, I need the blood of the person."

The sorceress frowned and looked at the battlefield, then turned to the herbalist and said, "Let's talk about Morris's physical features. ”

"Morris is tall and athletic, about 6 feet 6 inches tall, bald, and his weapon is a two-handed greatsword over 5 feet, with a blue strip of cloth wrapped around the hilt..."

"This weapon should be easy to identify," Viselmir nodded, "There are very few people in the army who can use this weapon, so let's start here!" ”

"In that case, let's get started!"

After everyone determined the direction of the search and agreed on the area, they began to act.

"Tomera, don't get too far away from us, especially not near the forest near the battlefield..."

As he approached the battlefield, Huck kindly reminded the herbalist of a few words, and as he spoke, he looked back at the sorceress and found her crouching on the ground, clutching a handful of dirt in her hand and muttering words in her mouth.

"Dubhenn haern am glândeal, morc'h am fhean aiesin" (Old Chinese)

The ancient incantations with beautiful tones and melodious tones sound like singing beautiful poetry.

When the last note came out of her lips, a large amount of thick earth elemental quickly gathered around the sorceress.

Emily closed her eyes, and her figure suddenly froze, and the battle of a few days ago immediately appeared in front of her.

Shouts of killing, screams, weapons clashing, arrows breaking through the air, all kinds of noisy sounds instantly poured into the ears.

A Temerian knight screamed and split the enemy's head, and before he could rejoice, he was struck in the face by a throwing axe...

Entangled soldiers, pierced by spears behind them ...

The galloping horse slammed into the tip of the stake that rejected the horse, neighing in pain, and before the knight could move, he was stabbed into a hedgehog by several spears...

A rain of arrows flew in from the direction of the woods, emptying the entire area as they fell...

The sorceress roamed the battlefield like a ghost, shuttling through the shadows of swords and swords, carefully identifying the soldiers in blue and white uniforms, looking for the bald man named Morris.

The light and shadow are intertwined, the voices are boiling, everything in front of her is real but illusory, she is just a tourist, passing by in a hurry, witnessing everything, but she can't change a bit.

After a long time, the light and shadow flickered, the picture and sound quickly faded, and the earth element that surrounded the body quickly dissipated without a trace.

Emily opened her eyes and stood up, but before she could stand still, she felt a flower in front of her eyes and her head dizzy.

A strong hand supported her in time, and a man's concerned voice sounded next to her: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!" The sorceress tried to break free from the man's arms, but her feet went limp, and in the end she could only barely stand on her feet by leaning on the witcher's body.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Mana Overdrawn" the sorceress glanced at Huck weakly and motioned for her to sit down next to her.

"I didn't see Morris in the clay divination, but I could feel that he was nearby, and it was probably alive"

Sitting on a wooden box, after taking a little breath, the pale sorceress spoke.

"I need his blood to pinpoint it."

"As long as he's alive, we'll be able to find him," Huck glanced at her with some concern, "You can rest for a while, it should be done soon." ”

The sorceress nodded, not speaking again, she closed her eyes and began to meditate to recover.

After a long battle and the subsequent divination, the sorceress's magic power was completely exhausted, and she was extremely weak at this time.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who had no power to protect himself at all, Huck was a little embarrassed, and he was a little worried about leaving her alone in this dangerous place.

After thinking about it, he finally stayed, temporarily acting as a woman's bodyguard.

After a long time, the woman opened her eyes, she looked at the witcher beside her, and said in a gentle tone, "Okay, I'm fine, you can go and find it!" ”

Seeing her face flush again, Huck knew that the sorceress had recovered a lot, so he nodded and walked quickly to the battlefield.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and after two days of exposure to the sun, the corpses had begun to decompose and were crawling with maggots.

Along the way, the stench was stinking, and the sour and unpleasant stench of carrion mixed with various other strange smells rushed to the nostrils.

Even if you use a wet towel to cover your mouth and nose, the thick smell still makes people want to die, and they hardly dare to breathe.

The witcher's superior senses were torture here, shuttling through pools of flesh and blood, and Huck felt like he was going crazy.

"Huck, come here and have a look!"

Hearing the teacher's call, the witcher immediately ran towards Viselmir, who was standing in the middle of the battlefield.

"What's going on?"

He was shocked by what he saw, and the closer he got to the Demon Hunter, the more incredible Huck became.

Near the center of the battlefield, a fierce battle broke out, and strangely enough that the dead were all black-armored Nilfgaards.

The cause of death was simple and crude, almost all of them were forcibly harvested by giant swords, and seeing the broken weapons, severed hands and feet, and even the corpses that were split in two, you can imagine the tragedy at that time.

The closer you get to the center, the denser the corpses become, and there is no shortage of knights in heavy armor.

The thick, hard plate armor didn't do much, and Huck gasped at the sight of the steel plates being split.

"There is no magic left at the scene, the killer is not a monster, he used a two-handed sword, and after wanton killing, he successfully broke through and fled into the forest~"

As he walked up to Viselmir, the old witcher spoke his mind.

Looking around at the corpses piled up in an arc like a small hill, Huck felt a chill in his heart, how fierce this man must be to cut people like vegetables in the army of ten thousand horses.

"Is this man Morris? Is he so fierce? ”

"It's not Morris, I know him, and while he's a great fighter, there's absolutely no way he's going to do that."

Tomella, who was next to her, answered his question with a pale face, and she hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"I've heard a rumor that may have something to do with it."

"You mean the Butcher of the Battlefield?"

I don't know when, the sorceress has come to the back, and is looking at the scene with a look of disgust.

Everyone has become accustomed to her unconventional way of appearing, and no one is surprised anymore.

"What battlefield butcher?"

"The Butcher of the Battlefield is the name of the Nilfgaards, and the Temerians prefer to call him the 'Immortal God of War', and he is Baron Ignatius Verrires, the former owner of the White Orchard."

At the mention of the name, the herbalist's tone intensified, and his eyes showed a deep disgust and hatred.