"Why do you use your fists?"

Sitting on the ground, the Northern Sword Saint with a grieving and angry face covered his cheeks that had swollen into buns, and he was a little slurred.

The duel is over, and the whole process from being confident to being knocked down by a punch takes 2 seconds.

He was still in a state of confusion, not understanding how the long sword in his hand had reached someone else's hand in the blink of an eye.

I don't understand why swordsmen don't use swords, but use fists, isn't this a move only used by ruffians?

"This sword is good, so let's take it as the trophy of this duel!"

Ignoring the disgruntled young man sitting on the ground, Geralt tossed the weapon he had seized to Huck.

Taking the sword, the young witcher shook it, danced a few more times, and felt that it was much easier to use than Nifgaard's standard sword, so he smiled and took it in his hand with satisfaction.

"I'll definitely beat you~"

Hearing the shouting from behind him, the white wolf touched his forehead helplessly, and Huck raised his hand and waved it back, hoping that the other party would bring some better equipment next time.

After the hiccup, the two continued to travel south along the main road, and after walking for long, they came to a fork in the road.

A large crowd of people were gathering here, looking dressed and with utensils in hand, like workers in a nearby lumber mill.

They all had a look of trepidation on their faces, as if they had just experienced some horrific scene.

The crowd was mostly male, mostly young and middle-aged, and it seemed that a short, bald man was the leader, and a woman was kneeling on the ground, pulling the man's trouser leg and begging for something.

Not far from the crowd sat a young man on the side of the road, who was holding a corpse and crying, while several people stood beside him, shaking their heads and sighing sadly.

"Captain Pete, you have to save Anthony, he is only 18 years old this year, please~"

"It's not that I didn't save it, you saw it, but because I wanted to save people, I ended up putting Brace in too..."

The stout Pete looked at the corpse that the young man was holding, his face was sad and helpless, he wanted to pull the woman up, but she kept crying and refused to get up.

"Those monsters are not something we can deal with, so why don't we report them to the men in black!"

"Men in black? Don't count on it, they're getting messed up with griffons right now, so there's time to take care of us..."

"Demon Hunter, yes, there are two Demon Hunters from the White Orchard, we can find them..."

"Yes, yes, those freaks are dedicated to monsters, as long as they are paid, they will do anything."

"However, their asking price is very expensive~" Hearing everyone's suggestion, Captain Pete was a little hesitant.

He looked at the woman who was still pleading, then at Blaise's body, and finally gritted his teeth, "Okay, Wood, you go to the White Orchard Hotel and find them now..."

"Are you looking for a witcher?"

A young voice interrupted him, and everyone turned their heads in surprise to find that at some point, two cloaked men had arrived in front of them.

"You're witchers?"

Captain Pete was a little surprised, he looked at the other party carefully, and when he saw the same cat's eye as the rumor, he immediately believed most of it.

The woman had stopped crying, let go of her hand, and watched with a look of hope as the captain walked towards the witcher.

Geralt glanced at Huck, then turned and walked towards the body being held by the boy.

The young demon hunter immediately understood what the demon hunter meant, negotiated the price for himself, and went to check the situation.

"Yes, we're the witchers who live at the White Orchard Inn."

Looking at the stocky man walking towards him, Huck nodded.

"So, two Witchers, can you help us destroy the monsters in the sawmill?"

"Mr. Witcher, please, be sure to help us, my child is still there, please~"

The woman who had just knelt down and pleaded with the captain saw hope, and didn't care that they were still talking, so she staggered over.

"Wood, take Maleel aside."

Captain Pete preemptively stopped the woman who wanted to rush in front of the witcher, and he shouted loudly, and a tall man immediately walked up and took the frantically struggling woman away.

"Anyone else stuck in a sawmill?"

Looking at the woman who was forcibly taken away, still crying and making trouble, the witcher frowned.

"Yes, the ghouls suddenly burst out of the forest, some were killed, others fled into the cabins, and we escaped."

"Ghouls?"

Huck frowned and looked back at Geralt as he examined the body.

"There were four deep bone scars on his chest, which did look like they were caused by ghouls, but it was strange that ghouls rarely attacked villages directly."

The white wolf stood up, his gaze a little solemn, he looked at Captain Pete and asked, "What have you done beforehand?" Are there animal carcasses in the sawmill? ”

"Animal carcasses?" Hearing the question, the short captain turned pale, and he patted his head and said in annoyance: "It must be the elk that is to blame~"

Seeing that the witchers were all looking at him, the man hurriedly explained:

"Yesterday afternoon, the hunter Jon caught an elk, and as he passed by the sawmill, he was seen by old John, who was greedy and bought it.

As he left, Jon specifically told him to bury the entrails deep in the ground, so that the wild dogs would not dig them out.

Because of the lack of water in the sawmill, I told him to go to the brook in the forest to deal with the elk, and not to bring in wild beasts because of the smell of blood.

Now that I think about it, the old guy didn't even listen, and it was probably the prey that was being dealt with at the doorstep, because the ghoul attacked his cabin first.

This old immortal, if it weren't for the monster's corpse, I really want to whip him a few times~"

Thinking that so many people had died because of Old John's slackness, Captain Pete hated it so much.

"So, how many monsters are there in the village?"

"About five or six, and by the way, there's one that's very large, bigger than all the other monsters, and it has black markings on its body and bone spurs on its back.

This monster is particularly ferocious, Matthew, Nafern, and Candido have all died under its claws, and the other monsters seem to be at its command..."

Hearing his description, the two witchers looked a little ugly, and in order to confirm their thoughts, Huck carefully inquired about the details of the monster.

Seeing that they attached so much importance to it, the captain also became nervous and hurriedly called over two workers.

The two workers were very close to the monster at the time, and if the monster hadn't been attracted by the others, they would have been dead in the claws of the morning.

After listening to the stammering portrayal of the two, Huck determines the identity of the monster - the giant ghoul, a more powerful subspecies than the ghoul.

This monster is basically a much stronger ghoul, with size, strength, and intelligence crushing the average breed.

The most obvious features are the stripes on the skin and the bone spurs on the back.

It is very intelligent and generally acts as a leader, leading other ghouls.

At dusk and at night, its combat effectiveness is at least doubled.

If it's really a giant ghoul, then the difficulty of this mission has skyrocketed.

With its leadership, the ghouls are no longer fighting on their own, but have become an army that orders and forbids and works together...