The next morning, the demon hunters went out early.

After the daytime Wraith mission reached a stalemate, they had to complete another task first.

Commander Nilfgaard sent someone early in the morning to bring the news that yesterday a patrol team had been attacked by griffons, and no one survived.

It was a hunter who discovered the scene of the attack, and in order to understand the specific situation, the two decided to go to the hunter first.

After riding horses, they followed the road out of the village and headed south.

Hunter Mislav discovers the scene of the Nilfgaard patrol being attacked by griffons, and he lives in a forest hut south of the village.

The hut wasn't far away, and the two quickly found it.

Outside the door there are shelves for drying leather, and under the eaves hang many strips of smoked meat.

The door was locked, and the hunter was not there.

Thinking that he might have gone hunting, the two men set up their horses and followed the footprints towards the forest.

It had rained the day before, the ground was still very wet, and the footprints on the mud were unusually clear, which made it very easy to track the work.

After walking for about half an hour, they finally found the target in front of them when they entered the depths of the forest.

Dressed in a green hunting coat and carrying a longbow, Mislav was checking the tracks under a large tree, and seemed to be tracking something.

Hearing footsteps from behind, the hunter quickly drew his longbow and aimed his arrow behind him.

"Oh, don't be nervous!"

Geralt and the others immediately stood on their feet and raised their hands to show that they had no ill intentions.

"Who are you?"

After seeing the comer, the hunter let go of the bowstring, and the arrow hung down, but his hand did not leave the bow.

"We're witchers, and we've been tasked by Captain Peter to destroy griffons, and I've heard that you found out about the scene where the patrol was attacked, so I'd like you to take us to see it."

"Witcher?"

Mislav's gaze lingered on their twin swords and amber cat's eyes for a moment, and then he put away his weapons, apparently convinced.

The two walked up to the hunter, and Huck noticed a mess of plum-shaped beast footprints on the ground.

"You're tracking a dingo?"

The hunter nodded, as we all know, the witcher is a master of tracking, and it is not surprising that he can see at a glance what animal leaves footprints.

"The scene of the attack is near the Cunning Fox Forest, I have something to do now, and I can't take you there for the time being."

"Is it because of these wild dogs?" Geralt crouched down to examine the footprints and looked up.

"Yes, this pack of wild dogs has been operating around here for a long time, often attacking domestic animals and passers-by."

"Assaulting passers-by?" The white wolf stood up, a little puzzled, "As far as I know, wild dogs rarely come close to the village. ”

"The forest is very close to the village, and it is very dangerous to have this pack of wild dogs here, even more dangerous than the wolves."

"More dangerous than wolves?" Huck smiled, deciding that the hunter's statement was overblown.

"The wolves hunt for the sake of their stomachs, and these wild dogs hunt for the sake of sport, two witches, if you help me kill this group of wild dogs first, I am willing to take two of them to the scene of the attack."

The demon hunters looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that they agreed, Mislav immediately became excited and took the initiative to take the lead in tracking them in front.

The footprints left by the wild dogs were very new, and it was not difficult to track, and the three of them followed the footprints for some distance, and Geralt's expression suddenly changed, and he quickened his pace.

"The smell of blood", the smell of blood in the air, made Huck frown, and he also quickened his pace to follow.

Through a bush, in the thick grass, they saw the deceased.

It was a middle-aged man, the scene was miserable, his internal organs were hollowed out, his body was full of wounds, and a lot of flesh was torn off.

The corpse was densely packed with wild dog footprints.

The bloodstained footprints had just left, and it had happened not long ago.

Seeing that these wild dogs really attacked humans, and judging from the situation on the spot, they were not hungry, but only ate some symbolically.

These guys are really hunting for fun.

"Dilt?"

After seeing the corpse clearly, Mislav walked up quickly.

"It's really him, I didn't expect him to end up like this."

The hunter seemed to know the deceased well, but looking at his expression, he was not sad, but a little gloating.

"You know him?"

"Yes, we used to work in the lord's manor, I am Orion, he is a groom."

"Wait, you said you worked in the lord's estate, Baron Ignatius Verrires?"

When Huck heard the hunter's words, his heart moved, and he immediately asked.

"Yes, it is now the residence of the Nilfgaards"

Mislav nodded, a little curious as to why the young witcher was so excited.

"So, do you know Claire?"

"Claire?"

Hearing this name, the hunter's face changed, and his expression suddenly became difficult to look at.

"Claire, this prostitute, this prostitute, I curse her not to die well..."

As if stimulated by something, Mislav, who had been cautious in his words and deeds just now, suddenly went violent.

A series of foul words rushed out, and his voice was very loud, the sound vibrated all over the world, and it was extremely abrupt.

The alarmed forest instantly became agitated, birds and birds flew wildly, animals scurried in all directions, and for a while, there were all kinds of noises, and there were chaotic sounds everywhere.

The hunter's loss of control stunned the two witchers, who didn't understand what the man was doing.

The two of them glanced at each other, their sharp eyes in unison at the grass on the left, and then drew their swords at the same time.

Geralt pulled out the steel sword, while Huck's steel sword had been lost, and now he could only use the silver sword for the time being.

A moment later, in the sound of rustling, a pair of eyes shining with a faint and fierce light appeared in the knee-deep grass, followed by a second pair, a third pair...

The wild dogs slowly poked out of the grass, their sharp fangs baring their fangs, and staring coldly at their prey.

The hunter, who was still howling sickly, could not utter a single note at the moment when he saw the herd of wild dogs appearing, as if someone had choked his throat.

Fear and nervousness made him tremble all over, but the timidity lasted only a few seconds, and the next moment it turned into hysterical anger and madness.

"I'm going to slaughter you brutes," the hunter discarded his longbow, drew the machete at his waist, and lunged forward.

The hunter's hideous face and crazy actions, as well as the screams that should not have appeared in the world, startled the witchers and frightened the wild dogs.

Woo Ao~

The eager leading wild dog barked in horror, turned his head and ran, followed by the second, then the third...

In just a few moments, the black and oppressive wild dogs disappeared and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Bastard, you brutes don't run~"

The hunter roared and chased after him, but before he could run into the grass, he felt a pain in the back of his head and fainted.

Geralt, who knocked out the hunter, looked annoyed and wanted to kick the guy on the ground a few times.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"What's wrong with this guy?"

The two spoke at the same time, asked the same question, and then looked at each other.