"We'd better go our separate ways."

In the dimly lit underground mausoleum, the damp and foul air was mixed with the choking smell of dust and a certain rancid stench. It seems that even the heavy stone walls are seeping water.

Although the royal mausoleum was built in large chunks of tightly stacked marble, it was spacious and solemn. But now it seems that the sudden heavy rain some time ago really ravaged this place.

In the mausoleum, two pairs of shiny cat's eyes looked at each other, cautious and alert.

The cautious voice continued.

"I haven't been in contact with you, but I've heard of your name. In simple terms. It's not good. ”

With a "sting", the sparks brought up by the flint ignited a torch wrapped in oilcloth, and the smoke from the burning of inferior grease began to spread with the light.

Carrying the torch was a man in medium-sized leather armor.

It was the cooked leather of dragon creatures, and pterodactyls, gliding lizards, fork-tailed dragons, and so on all belonged to this category. It can effectively improve the circulation and transformation efficiency of Chaos Magic.

For the Witcher, it's about providing the Seal Amplification.

His face could be faintly seen in the flickering firelight, with a beard on his face, and under the thick beard were the scars left by chickenpox after healing.

It's a peculiar mark for witchers who don't get sick.

Around his neck, a sharp griffon's head pendant hangs.

"We've all been given this assignment and we all want to earn this money, but that doesn't mean I'm going to trust you. I can't trust your name, take it, this is a little favor I can help you. After that, we will each do our own thing. ”

With that, the witcher of the Griffin School took out another torch, lit it, and handed it to the other side.

The firelight flickered closer, illuminating the other.

It was a tall man in heavy armor, he looked close to a height of 1.9 meters, strong and powerful.

He didn't have a beard, but anyone who saw him would think: if this person grew a beard, he would definitely look like a reckless man.

The heavy armor was similar in appearance to the High Bear School armor on Lann, except that the protective parts were thinner and fewer.

- It was a strengthened-level Bear School armor.

He wore a roaring bear-head pendant around his neck that was identical to Lane's.

"I'm fine, thank you for the torch."

The Bear School Witcher, Gerd of the Arc Coast, shrugged and said indifferently.

As a member of the Bear School, he is used to his reputation similar to that of the Cat School.

Although he retained his feelings under the mutation of the mutation formula of the Bear School, he had to be believed by people when he said it.

Witchers are professional hunters who walk on the tip of a knife, and the cost of a mistake in trusting a person with a bad reputation in an already dangerous mission is so great that they don't even have the idea of trying.

Sure enough, although the griffin school witcher looked a little surprised after Gede thanked him, he finally chose to cautiously distance himself from Gede face to face.

It wasn't until the faint light on the torch was about to drown in the vast darkness of the mausoleum that he turned and strode away.

The reputation of the Bear School among the witchers can be seen from this.

The 'griffon' seems to be calling. Cohen?

Gerd held his torch and shook his head in the empty and damp mausoleum.

The 'griffin'' hatred and distrust of the 'bear' has historical roots.

Because the split of the Witcher Order was directly caused by the attack on the 'simple chivalry' by the 'ruthless egoists' led by Anahad, the founder of the Bear School.

The group of witchers who had the 'simple chivalry' of the Witcher Order formed the later Griffin School.

Just look at Cohen and know that he will even take the initiative to prepare a torch to give away when facing the hated and distrustful Bear School.

Not to mention that among the generally indifferent witchers, even among ordinary people, they can be regarded as quite virtuous.

I hope this 'quite characterful' griffin will be less unlucky.

Gerd thought to himself, holding up his torch.

At the same time, he also began to explore the depths of the mausoleum.

Many of humanity's great cities were built on the remains of elven cities.

It's like Novigre's sewer system, which is rumored to even have horse-drawn carriages, and most of the human rulers don't care about this kind of facility, which is a vestige of the Elven era.

Sintra is no exception, except that the underground part of the city's ruins has been built into a royal tomb.

"Alright, the elven ruins have been turned into a mausoleum. It's shit mixed shit. ”

Ged held the torch in one shallow foot, and stepped through the mud and puddles of water.

As he moved forward, he tilted his head and spat and muttered with an ugly face.

As a rule of thumb, there are many magic traps and traps in the Elven Ruins, and the Mausoleum is an easy place for monsters to occupy, both of which are troubles in the eyes of witchers.

And now this task, in Gede's eyes, is equivalent to two pieces of shit bumping together.

"Damn, that court chief didn't tell me this!"

Gerd held a torch in his left hand to brighten his vision, and his right hand slowly drew a shiny silver sword from behind his back.

The sword had a dull yellow glow on it, apparently coated with sword oil.

But Gede's face was still ugly.

Because the oil on his sword was against the demon spirit, but it appeared in front of him.

"Whoa, whoa!" *N

Suddenly there was a babbling sound in the filthy pit, and then several blue palms with scales and flippers came out of the pit!

Immediately after, a tall, slumped old woman also came out of the pit.

It's a bunch of water ghosts, and a swamp witch!

"Rain? What the can you do in the rain?! ”

The corners of Gerd's mouth twitched.

But he also understood at this time that it was impossible to avoid war.

In the dim and unfamiliar terrain, the result of running away can be worse than fighting monsters.

As a result, the demon hunters of the Bear School didn't even have time to put down the torches for the time being and put a [Quinn Law Seal] on themselves.

He could only use this armor to face the monsters.

"Bang!"

Preemptively, Gede kicked forward first, kicking the water ghost who had not completely gotten up from the pit and stood firm.

He had to avoid monsters forming a cluster advantage, otherwise his strengthened armor wouldn't be able to withstand a few scratches.

Then the silver sword in his right hand was thrown out sideways like a whip with the flow of his waist, arms, and wrists!

With a "bang", the silver sword made a big gap in the neck of a water ghost.

The blood of the foul monster spurted out, and the water ghost rolled and twitched like a fish in the mire.

After killing a water ghost in an instant, Ged immediately took the torch in his hand and waved it behind him twice.

The screaming water spirits were about to rush up, but the fear of the flames made them hesitate.

And in this moment, Gede re-straightened his center of gravity after the whip-like sword.

The swordsmanship of the Bear School has always been good at this.

And when the monster group and the witcher turned into a confrontation situation again, in the dark distance, the roar of another group of monsters sounded.

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