There seemed to be a deep meaning in Frei's words.

John spent the night in the wilderness.

He really misses the tent of another world.

"I thought I could catch one or two magical creatures, but it seems impossible."

The undying John wandered around the forest again, but found nothing.

There were some squirrels crawling around the trees with nuts.

John raised his hand and caught a fallen squirrel.

Poked the squirrel's bulging cheek with his finger, and the nuts inside fell out.

Putting down the squirrel, John walked over to Polo.

The huge bearskin was still on Polo's back, and he was not short of money now, and he was a little in the way with the bearskin.

"Let's just make a cloak."

Thinking of this, John took the bearskin and rode on his horse and set off towards the town.

Although he could make it himself, John felt that he could find a place to sell the ring.

There were tailors in the town, and when I left yesterday I saw one in the market.

"When the cloak is ready, let's leave."

With no magical creatures in town to complete the experience, John prepares to move on to the next place.

Re-entering the town, John notices that something is wrong.

He looked up, and the round tower was still there, and there was a little more bad feeling in the bazaar.

Find the tailor shop, the owner is a woman with still charm.

She saw the bearskin, and her eyes lit up.

John paid two gold coins and asked her to speed up the process for herself.

The boss nodded again and again, such a big business has not been seen in a long time.

Walking out of the tailor's shop, John is going to sell a ring.

He was used to spending Galleons, so he was also generous with his shots.

This left him with a little bit of money to sell his ring.

Emily still owes herself a lot of money, but it's not time to pay the bill.

He didn't find a place to sell rings.

I met an old acquaintance first.

It's not right to say it's an acquaintance.

They only met once.

In yesterday's tavern.

Fried's men.

A fierce bald head blocked John's path.

In his hand he was holding a two-handed knife that didn't look easy to mess with.

There were six other people behind him, holding different weapons, and they looked at John with fierce eyes.

"You're here." The bald man stared at John viciously, "The lesser of two evils, witcher." ”

Today happened to be the town's festival, but no one dared to come in that direction.

John thought for a moment, didn't want to cause trouble, and said, "I said I was passing through, do you believe me?" ”

He really didn't plan to care about the affairs here, after all, neither side was a good person.

I don't know why both the wizard and Furry have fallen for themselves.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the murderous aura coming from these seven people, you know that there are a lot of lives on your hands.

They stared at John, and one of them raised his bow and aimed it at John.

As long as John did not choose, the arrow would have been shot at John.

John sighed, what is this?

Forced choice?

"So what are you going to do?" John was a little curious about what Furry was going to do.

Several people on the other side glanced at each other, but the bald man said honestly: "If that wizard doesn't come out, we will kill everyone in this town." ”

"So he's out?" John looked at them like a fool.

Such a look makes the bald head very unhappy.

"Frey is negotiating with him."

In John's view, such a technique is low-level.

This kind of technique is okay to deal with saints, but it is extremely useless to deal with villains.

John amplified his hearing and heard an argument.

"Even if you kill everyone, even people from other villages, I won't go out, let alone let people in."

It was the wizard's voice.

Other villages: Listen to me and thank you......

Faced with Frei's threat, the wizard made the most unkind choice.

It was very different from the various bright and great images he had shown to John yesterday.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

A gruff voice rang out, and John glanced at the seven who were wary of him.

When faced with witchers, they say insulting things and actually get nervous.

Just one look made the man with the bow and crossbow nervous.

Arrows burst through the air and shot at John.

As he approached John, the bow and arrow were fixed in the air by John with his hand raised.

"What is this?"

Staring at the arrows, there was a different sensation coming from the arrowhead.

This arrow has the ability to target wizards.

The function is a bit like the magic loop made by John.

"A weapon for wizards?" John groaned.

The people over there have already killed them.

"Show me your power!"

The bald man roared with a big knife.

John looked up, petrified.

In an instant, the bald body stiffened.

Straight down.

The others rushed forward, and John drew his silver sword.

Raise your hand and hit the object magic to grab a person and throw it out, the sword body blocked the sharp blade that was chopping, and the sword body rotated to cut the sword directly.

Turning around and kicking at the shield, John leapt into the air and stabbed through the oak shield.

Silver light slashed out, and between breaths, only one person was left of the seven people.

The man with the bow and crossbow drew his sword and rushed forward.

Without looking, John raised his left hand and bounced the man out and into the wall.

John was just about to put away his sword when he heard footsteps.

"Adani!"

The screams rang out, and John glanced back.

Frey saw John knock his men away.

She was taking a hostage, the girl who showed John the way yesterday, Mariga.

"You made your choice." She looked at John, anger and sadness in her eyes.

"I'll kill everyone here until Strygarb comes down!"

She was like a lioness who had lost her child, the blade chilling through Mariga's skin.

John raised his left hand, and Furry scoffed, "Magic doesn't work for me." ”

"Useless?" John thought for a moment and said, "Are you sure?" ”

Frei pushed Marika away and quickly shot at John.

Her sword light is fierce, and she has obtained it through countless battles.

John uses object magic and finds it useless.

This amazed him.

He remembered Hagrid, the giant's skin that could bounce magic away.

Could it be that Frei is half-blood?

John switched his magic again, and he snapped his fingers.

The door behind Frey shatters, and Frey is fine.

"Really."

Dodging another sword, John raised his sword to block it.

Holding down the sword-wielder of Frity's attack with his left hand, John twisted it so hard that he didn't let it go.

"Kill me to make me stop!"

Frei said viciously, drawing a small sword with her other hand and striking at John.

John retreated and dodged.

Frey is angry, so she fights fiercely.

John was silent for a moment, and drew a wand in his left hand.

Fris has a small sword in her left hand and a sword stand in her right hand.

When she saw John's wand, Frey was puzzled for a moment.

Soon after, though, she attacked again.

John judged that Furry's swordsmanship level should be almost level 6.

Under the double sword, Fu Rui cooperated seamlessly, one long and one short, the left hand was fast and the right hand was heavy.

But with such an attack and defense, he was never able to break through John's sword momentum.

After a series of attacks, the wand silently pierced her right hand like a viper.

This was followed by an airtight Silver Sword Attack.

Wounds were left on Frei's body, the heaviest of which were on her arms and thighs, and blood flew everywhere, causing her to stumble in her steps.

Fris stepped back, the wound on her right hand making her sword a little unsteady.

John slashed ten times with one force, and the silver light swept across the sword, cutting off Frity's saber and flying out, and the silver sword was pressed against Frity's neck.

Knowing that she was not an opponent, Frey took a deep breath and pleaded, "Can you give me a hug?" ”

"No, you can't." John swung his sword, and Frei fell.

Seeing the blood soaking Furry's body, John was silent.

"I'm really passing through."

He looked melancholy, did these people not listen to people.

Suddenly it felt like Harry was a wise man.

At this time, the talents in the bazaar slowly came over.

They saw the brutality of the fighting.

Trisgob also came over, staring excitedly at the fallen Frei.

"Mariga, Mariga!"

He called out Mariga's name, and Mariga came out, and he said excitedly, "Go and prepare a cart for me, and I'm going to take people to the tower for dissection." ”

He is like a mad scientist looking at experimental subjects, with fanaticism in his eyes, and he does not take human life seriously.

John lifted his sword and patted the wizard on the shoulder with the spine of his sword.

Strygab then remembered that there was a witcher here.

At the sight of the bloodstained blade, there was a moment of fear in his eyes.

"Are you crazy, her mutation affects other people, that's why these people follow her."

He thought John disagreed with his dissection and said angrily, "You're in her way, aren't you?" ”

"I suggest you don't touch him." John noticed that there were more and more people around him.

But this gave Strygeb the confidence to think of a way.

His tone changed to sarcastic: "Witcher, you kill people in Balvedang Street, you abuse lynching, you flout the law. ”

At his instigation, the onlookers also became angry.

One by one, they yelled at John.

A certain crowd shouted, "Bastard! ”

The tavernkeeper yelled, "You're a beast! ”

Woman in beige: "You hurt her." ”

The long-haired man: "Go on, you butcher." ”

They were all insulting John, making Strygeb feel like he was winning.

He slowly approached John and said, "You have made a choice, and you will never know if it is right or wrong. ”

His smile was so obnoxious.

Enraged, a man picked up a stone and threw it at John's feet.

Immediately after that, more and more people picked up rocks and threw them at John.

Suddenly, a stone flew towards John.

Before it could hit the body, the stone stopped.

John's face was calm, and he slowly put away his sword.

Looking at the wizard who was squirming in front of him, he walked over and whispered in his ear.

"Who made you think that I would swallow my anger?"

The wizard who was still smiling just now had a smile on his face froze in an instant.

John put away his sword, just to make it easier to draw his wand.

"And ......"

White light flashes on the wand.

John grinned, his voice whispering like a demon.

"Who told you that I'm just a witcher?"

Moral kidnapping?

Wand wave.

...

Some people died, but not completely......