When they returned from the cliff, the two did not continue to walk through the forest, but turned onto the nearest road.

After tossing for so long, the time was close to noon, but fortunately, the sun was not too strong.

Heading south along the main road, they needed to go back to the hunter's hut, where the mounts were still there.

On both sides of the road, you can see many farmhouses, and smoke has risen from the chimneys, but you can still see many farmers still working in the fields.

In the lower fields, green seedlings have been planted, and patches of rice seedlings seem to have a green carpet on the ground.

The breeze blows, and the green seedlings fluctuate rhythmically in the wind, like ripples in a beautiful green ocean.

The golden sunlight is shining, and the green sea is shining with golden light, and it rises and falls with the waves...

Mountains and rivers, the fragrance of straw and flowers, the beautiful scenery in front of you makes people feel refreshed and happy, as if they have stepped into a fairyland on earth.

"I heard that the Nilfgaard people have brought in two crops of rice from the south, and the first crop will be harvested in July.

As long as you can endure these months and hold on until the harvest time, there will be no large-scale war destruction in between.

The problem of food shortage is likely to be solved. ”

Huck took a deep breath of the mixed scent of grass and dirt with an intoxicated look on his face, and talked about what he had heard in the tavern.

"The people in black value order, and the northerners value their background, and sometimes, I can't tell which system is better~"

Geralt has seen too much killing in recent years, and the endless disputes between humans and humans are to blame for all this.

He sometimes wondered if it might be a better choice, as Huck suggested, a unified and more inclusive empire.

"Chaos leads to poverty, poverty begets evil, and a united and strong country is the greatest blessing for ordinary people."

There have been good years of peace, and Huck is convinced of it.

"Perhaps, you're right" Remembering the various things he had seen in his life in the past years, Geralt nodded, feeling a little depressed, as if unwilling to accept this reality.

"By the way, now that we know about the griffon's new lair, and we can't find the rhamnosa, why don't we just set a trap near its lair?"

Huck didn't have as much sentimentality as the white wolf, and he didn't have much sense of belonging to the northern countries, so he quickly got on the task.

"It's not that simple," Geralt glanced at him and patiently explained:

"Not only does the griffon have great sight, but it also has a keen sense of smell and is also very clever.

Without the carrion-like stench of rhamnosa, it is easy to spot the narcotics in the bait.

The main thing is that there is no strong smell of buckthorn, so we can only set up an ambush near the nest.

Even after eating all the bait, it still has the stamina to fly back to its nest before the drug's effects are fully applied.

Even if it doesn't return to its nest right away, it may still flee back if it is too badly injured and feels threatened during the fight.

Once it returns to its lair, such a steep cliff, such a high cliff, we will have nothing to do with it.

These monsters, as long as they have been fooled once, it will be difficult to ambush them in the same way next time. ”

The white wolf sighed, with some helplessness on his face: "We probably only have one chance, so we can't be too rash." ”

"In that case," Huck frowned, "we'll only have to find the rhama to have a chance!" ”

"Commander Nilfgaard has suggested asking Tomira, the herbalist, who should know where this grass is, but..."

All right!

Things are back to square one, and we need a Warlock who can open a portal to Kyle Mohan.

Huck sighed inwardly, thinking once again of the sorceress, who was a little fierce but indeed useful.

"Stop, are you Geralt the White Wolf?"

When the two were at a loss, a voice suddenly sounded in front of them, and a man immediately blocked the way with a knife.

Well?

At the same time, they looked up strangely, and found that standing in front of them was a spiritual young man wearing a blue coat and full of short white hair.

Although short white hair is a bit rare, he has a rather ordinary appearance, and if it weren't for this sudden jump, Huck would have thought he was just a member of the general public.

The young man looked at the two of them proudly, looking Geralt up and down with scrutiny, and there was a hint of disdain and arrogance on the corners of his mouth.

"I'm Geralt, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing the guy looking for him by name, Geralt was a little strange.

"That's right, that's right, I'm looking for you" The guy took a step back and pulled out his long sword sharply, "Draw your sword, I'm going to have a duel of honor with you." ”

Seeing him handsomely dance a few sword flowers, then holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, standing the long sword upright in front of his chest, and looking at Geralt with a serious and resolute expression, the two immediately understood that the other was not joking.

"You've recently hooked up with that young woman or lady again?" Huck turned his head to look at the Demon Hunter beside him, confused.

"No, absolutely not," Geralt denied at first, and then was a little unsure, "Could it be the past?" ”

"Hey, who are you? Why duel him? ”

Seeing that he was also confused, Huck simply asked the spiritual guy in front of him directly.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself" The guy was stunned, then put down his sword, and then bowed deeply, "My name doesn't matter, you just need to remember who I am." ”

The two witchers winked stupidly, waiting for him to reveal the mystery.

"Ahem" The guy cleared his throat, then raised his head and said loudly: "I am a knight, my nickname is the White Wolf, and I am also known as the Northern Sword Saint. ”

Huck was a little surprised to hear the title of the young man, and Geralt's eyes widened.

"Do you understand why I'm dueling with you now?"

The Northern Sword Master looked at Geralt, expectantly awaiting his answer.

"You want to die?" The Demon Hunter replied with some uncertainty.

"You~" A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Northern Sword Saint, and his face turned red, "I want to challenge you, the title of the Northern Sword Saint is mine, and the title of the White Wolf is also mine!" ”

"If you like it, you can take it!" Geralt didn't care about the stalls.

"Whether you like to call the Northern Sword Saint, the Southern Sword Saint, the white wolf or the black wolf, what does it have to do with me?"

"You have usurped my name, and this shame must be washed away with blood!"

Seeing that the other party looked indifferent, the Northern Sword Saint suddenly became a little annoyed and angry, and his voice became rapid and sharp.

"I don't understand what you mean," Geralt gave him a somewhat inexplicable look, "Now, please get out of the way and don't get in our way." ”

"Draw your sword, only one person can get out of here today"

Feeling despised and humiliated, the Northern Sword Saint raised his sword directly and pointed it at Geralt, without the slightest intention of getting out of the way.

"Are you sure you want me to draw my sword?"

The Demon Hunter Master was a little angry, his face was gloomy, and his tone was cold and murderous.

Huck was a little speechless, the sword dancer in front of him was full of bells and whistles, but obviously soft and didn't have much strength, it was really hard to imagine what the scene of the duel between the two would be like.

I just hope that he doesn't hurt himself too much!