Tomira's lake is located northeast of Hofer Heights.

About a mile down the main road of the village, you can see this vast lake.

Standing at the fork of the path leading to the lake, you can see a thatched-roof wooden house shaded by trees and foliage.

Today is cloudy, the wind is strong, the trees around the road are leafy, and the thatched trees are shaking and whining in the wind.

It didn't take long to walk down the path from the avenue to the back of the wooden house.

The path follows the right side of the hut and leads to the small courtyard in front of the main entrance of the hut, and also to the lake.

There is a sturdy trestle bridge that extends a few meters into the lake, and a fishing boat sinks next to the trestle.

Fishing nets hung from the drying shelves in front of the hut, floats and many baskets of fish were piled on the ground, and the clothes pole not far away was crooked and crumbling.

A log-paved path leads from the pier to the door of the wooden house, where you can still see empty barrels and worn chests.

The witcher, who had wanted to go into the house to find someone to inquire about the situation, knew that he might not see anyone when he came to the small courtyard in front of the door.

Both the hanging fishing nets and the baskets and baskets on the ground were covered with dust, and there were no footprints on the wet mud and sand.

This hut has been uninhabited for a long time and should have been abandoned for a long time.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to go inside and have a look.

The door of the hut was cracked and hung crookedly on the shaft, and the deadbolt was broken in two, as if it had been violently kicked open.

When you enter the door, the first thing you see is the mud and sand and lush weeds, and directly facing the door is a long wooden table, which looks very strong and has been covered with moss.

On the left is a stone fireplace, simple and elegant, although it is full of vines, but you can see that it has not been used much since it was made, and there are almost no traces of black ash.

As he turned his gaze to the right, Huck's gaze froze, and the white bones swaying in the wind in front of him made the witcher's heart tremble.

The deceased was hung on the beams at the highest point of the hut, wearing a hood, and judging from the torn clothes hanging from the white bones, it was supposed to be a fisherman, most likely the owner of the hut.

His hands were tied behind his back, and the knots were exactly the same as those of the tying workers on the high ground.

The baron was indeed killed, and even the fishermen near the highlands were spared.

The house had apparently been looted, leaving nothing of value behind, and most of the furniture had worn out over time.

Finding nothing useful, the witcher briefly checked it and walked out towards the trestle.

There was a large hole in the bottom of the fishing boat that sank next to it, apparently vandalized, possibly by the Baron's men.

Without time to sigh, he walked to the end of the trestle and plunged headlong into the water.

He is currently able to hold his breath for about 5 minutes, and in order to increase his efficiency, Huck turned on his supersensory ability.

There are few herbs that live under the water, but there are many weeds, and he can only distinguish them according to their color and shape.

Within a few minutes of sneaking in, several blue-skinned water ghosts surrounded him, and the witcher had to pull out his crossbow and draw his silver sword.

The water ghost swims fast in the water, but still can't dodge the bolts.

The Witcher's Silver Sword was also a mortal threat to them, and within a few minutes, the water spirits that pounced on them were killed, and their corpses floated to the surface.

Huck ignored the corpses, and continued to dive in search of the buckthorn.

Finally, after several changes of breath, the witcher found the herb he had been searching for in the deepest part of the lake.

Once the grass leaves the water, it emits a disgusting corpse stench, so in order not to lose its medicinal properties, he put the rhamnoa grass in a water bag prepared in advance.

After finding the buckthorn, Huck did not delay any longer, and immediately went ashore, found the horses, and hurried to the inn.

It takes about 1 hour to go back, and it took him less than 3 hours to get out this time.

Sure enough, information is time and money, and before they could get accurate information, they spent days searching for the herb and found nothing.

When he returned to the inn, Geralt had not returned, and only the sorceress was sitting leisurely in her room, sipping wine.

The necessary anesthetic potion had already been prepared, and the dose was enough to numb an elephant.

Griffons don't eat carrion, so the fat sheep used as bait must stay awake and energetic, so potions can only be applied to the bait's body.

The smell of the bait with the addition of rhamnoa grass was extremely strong, and the griffon could smell it from ten miles away, so the part of applying the potion had to be done at the ambush site.

Everything is ready and all we owe is the east wind, and now we just have to wait for Geralt to return.

At noon, the white wolf finally returned.

After a brief lunch, the three of them set off immediately.

They didn't ride horses for their safety, and Huck carried the bleating sheep in his arms, which was a bait to be used to seduce the griffon.

Geralt's chosen ambush location was a farmland far from the village, which was particularly flat and there was a small grove not far away.

The breeze is gentle, and the green sea of wheat seedlings rises and falls in the wind, rippling with waves.

"Here it is!" The white wolf stopped, in the middle of the rice paddies near the woods, "It's inaccessible, there's no undulation nearby, and it's far enough away from its lair..."

After choosing a location, Geralt buried the stakes he had prepared and tied the sheep to the stakes.

Take out the rhama from the water bag and quickly mash it, mix the juice with an anesthetic and apply it all over the body of the bait.

After leaving the water, the rhamflora gives off an unpleasant fishy odor, and its concentration of a carrion-like odor increases with the length of exposure.

When they were ready, they quickly hid in the nearby woods, and quietly waited for their prey to take the bait under the cover of tree branches.

After an hour, the griffon did not appear.

"Will you not be able to seduce griffons?"

The sorceress, who had tied her long fiery red hair behind her head, had a dog's tail grass in her mouth and sat bored on the ground, and when she saw that she could not see her prey for a long time, she couldn't help but doubt the effectiveness of the plan.

"Griffon's sense of smell is unusually acute," Geralt explained patiently, glancing at her, "our location is upwind of Griffonmon's new lair, and as long as it's nearby, we'll be coming." ”

After a pause, he reminded:

"Griffon's attack is mainly pounced.

When it locks on to its target, it flapps its wings and soars into the air before diving into its prey.

Their muscular bodies combined with rapid dives can often kill their prey with a single blow.

If the prey survives, they will attack frantically as soon as they hit the ground.

Their sharp beaks and sharp claws can leave very deep wounds on their prey, leaving them bleeding profusely.

When it's time for the next battle, we must be careful to dodge its pounces..."

"It's coming~" Before the white wolf could finish his words, Huck suddenly shouted in a low voice, and immediately drew his silver sword.