The most conspicuous feature of Hoover Heights is the windmill with a wing of 20 meters.

As the fog thickened, the huge structure stood like a majestic giant on top of the hill in the billowing white mist.

The four wind wings slowly rotated in the wind, and the sound of crunching arm rubbing was clearly audible when standing under the hill.

As the witcher approached, the wails on the heights grew more and more poignant.

The gate was still intact, but the two wooden doors had fallen crookedly and hung like two rags on the doorposts.

The entire village is surrounded by a log parapet with a sharpened top.

After a long period of wind and rain, there were several gaps in the unmaintained parapet wall, but the overall structure remained basically intact.

"Isn't this mill a little bigger?"

The two witchers had already reached the bottom of the highlands, and Geralt frowned as he looked at the village that had taken over the entire highlands.

"This level of protection is not normal," Huck felt the same way, "except that there are no towers, it's basically a small fortress." ”

"Leave that alone, our main target is the daytime demon spirit," the white wolf held his silver sword, listening to the mournful wails that came from time to time.

"It stands to reason that daytime spirits only appear in the afternoon when the sun is strong, and it's strange that she's still wandering here in this weather."

Huck looked at the villages on the high ground that loomed in the white mist, and asked.

"It's normal for you to say it," Geralt nodded, "but there are exceptions, some daytime spirits will develop territorial consciousness after being bound in one place for a long time by Tsubaki.

Just like the one in front of her, she has made the whole of Hoover Heights her territory.

As soon as someone approaches, she will appear and kill anyone living who enters the village. ”

"So, it's likely that this daytime wraith is a mutant."

Variants and subspecies are the names given to evolutionary species that are much more powerful than ordinary monsters.

A subspecies is an evolutionary species that monsters are already familiar with, have a large number, a high probability, and a stable evolutionary direction.

Variants are the immediate, unique, rare, and unknown evolutions of monsters.

To make an analogy, ordinary monsters are ordinary soldiers, subspecies belong to elite soldiers, and variants belong to special forces.

Woo~

Suddenly there was a wolf howl from behind, as well as the cries of humans.

Soon the howls of wolves and the cries of humans mingled together, mixed with the wails of wild beasts and the screams of humans, and the faint smell of blood wafted in the wind.

The young witcher who used his super sense to 'see' the battle that was taking place in the forest dozens of meters away was clear.

'Seeing' that at least twenty or thirty wolves surrounded the soldiers, he was a little hesitant to go back and help.

"Leave them alone" Geralt seemed to see what he was thinking, and simply dismissed him neatly.

Seeing that the white wolf began to prepare for the next battle, Huck did not pay attention to the battle that followed, but drew the silver sword.

He pulled out a bottle of blue-green sword oil from the storage space and began to apply it evenly to the silver sword.

This is evil spirit oil, a sword oil specially used to restrain all kinds of evil spirits.

[Evil Spirit Oil: Increases damage to evil spirits by 10%. 】

The blue-green sword oil gradually covered the silver white of the sword, and with a few shakes of the sword body, you could clearly see a strange green glow flashing in the silver-white light.

"Do you have Moon Dust?"

Geralt applied the sword oil and looked over.

"No," Huck shook his head.

Moon Dust is an alchemy bomb that contains silver powder.

When this bomb explodes, it forms a thick layer of dust, and the dust containing silver dust can make some monsters within the blast radius unable to use their abilities.

At the same time, due to the silver powder attached to the monster, this effect will last for a while.

If it's a high-level Moon Dust, its attachment effect is better, and basically after being hit, you won't have a chance to use the ability until you die.

Moon Dust's restraint targets are mainly demon spirits and some monsters that are good at concealing their bodies.

Bomb dust can prevent monsters from deforming, and can also make invisible monsters appear.

For monsters that can transform into virtual bodies, such as the daytime demon in front of you, you can restrain their ability to transform into virtual bodies and force them to transform into entities.

"Well, I don't think I need it," Geralt nodded, not too concerned.

He took out the Paitsui and Thunder potions, poured them all into his mouth, and swallowed them all with twisted black veins covering the faces of the two witchers.

When the two came to the door, they did not immediately enter the village, but stood at the door and looked inside.

Looking through the gate, a woman in a white robe, who looked like she had been burned by fire, was circling the well, her feet not touching the ground, as if she had no weight, floating in the air.

During the day, the wraith drifted quickly, its long weedy hair and shabby white dress fluttering in the wind, and occasionally let out a terrible wail of pain.

The fog, deserted villages, broken wells, and terrifying spirits, coupled with the strange noises of old windmills and the mournful wails, are completely A-grade horror movies that can only be seen, and they are vividly displayed in front of Huck at this moment.

Although he was prepared, when he actually saw it, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, feeling his scalp tingle and his heart beating faster.

"Traces of grass burning surround the well, indicating that the area around the well is the main area of activity of the daytime spirits."

Geralt looked inside and seemed to be a little puzzled.

"During the day, the spirits have spotted us, but they have not attacked, so as long as they do not set foot in the village, they will not be attacked.

Near the entrance lay the corpses of many Nilfgaard people, who should have been the corporal said, the men of the Seventeenth Regiment, who had died because they had stepped into the village. ”

As he spoke, he took a sharp step forward and stepped through the door.

The mournful wail paused for a moment, then suddenly doubled the sound of the shell, and the white figure floated over like a gust of wind.

Seeing the surging demon spirit, the white wolf did not panic at all, and when the other party was still 2 meters away, he quickly took a step back and exited the gate.

The white shadow stopped abruptly, turned around with a wail, and returned to the edge of the well.

"As soon as she leaves her territory, the Wisp will abandon her target, but why would she rush out of the high ground and attack the patrol team?"

After figuring out the special behavior patterns of the daytime wives, Geralt looked even more confused.

"Nefgaard must have angered her, I think this daytime spirit is weird"

Huck overcame his initial fears and gradually got into his groove.

"She came out as we approached the high ground and kept screaming to drive us away.

It seems that she didn't want us to enter the village, either to protect something, or to hurt us. ”

Wisps don't want to harm humans?

The thought amused Huck himself, but he did hear something unusual from her mournful wails, and it wasn't true.

"Maybe she's really protecting something, and to figure out what it is, you have to defeat her first!"

Geralt apparently didn't think the latter was a possibility, and his eyes turned to Huck.

"It's your turn, your mission now is to defeat her!"

"What? You mean I'm going to defeat her alone? ”

"Of course, if I join, how are you going to get exercise?"

Looking at Geralt's rightful expression, Huck froze.

This is a little different from the imaginary mode of hugging my thighs, the white wolf doesn't want me to die, right?