Because there is Torruviel to help them solve the problem of weapons and blacksmiths.

After discussing the exploration of the ruins, Wayne and Geralt traveled to the forest to collect the materials needed for the potion.

In this matter, he is still a novice, and most of the current contact is some herbs and monsters around Kyl Mohan, as for the others, it also needs Geralt, an experienced witcher, to teach him by word and deed.

Although, in the two years that he was in Kyle Mohan, he had learned a lot about monsters and herbs from books, but it was not so simple to actually apply them.

While collecting herbs, the two searched for traces of those monsters in various terrains.

And Torruville, who had nothing to do, took the initiative to act as a guide for the two of them, showing them the way through the forest.

It has to be said that the elven race is very suitable for fighting in the forest, they are naturally agile and have sharp senses, as long as they have a certain amount of training, they can become a qualified archer.

And Torruvier can become the leader of this group of inhuman races, and her combat power is also the strongest among them, this female elf is not only an excellent swordsman, but also a sharpshooter with all shots.

The three of them made their way through the forest and quickly completed the expected collection task.

And Torruville's outstanding performance also allowed Wayne to see the combat potential of the inhuman race.

He was confident that he could deal with a dozen or so armed bandits at once, but he was not sure that he would face the same number of elves in the forest.

Bows and arrows hidden in the shadows are far more threatening than swords and spears in the open.

After returning to the camp, Wayne was in a good mood, so he cooked his own game, cooked the game they hunted after their mission, into a large pot of vegetable stew broth and various hard dishes, and invited everyone in the camp to taste it.

There is no doubt that he has LV6 level cooking skills, coupled with the cooking concept of the big foodie empire that is far beyond the medieval.

His cooking skills managed to conquer everyone's appetite, and even the female elf leader, who had always cared little about the taste of food, ate an extra bowl than usual.

Taking advantage of this pleasant atmosphere, Toruvelle simply let everyone go to a small bonfire dinner.

Men and women, young and old, all kinds of non-human races gathered together, laughing, eating, drinking wine, and talking about their hopes for the future, which greatly boosted the morale and cohesion of the whole camp.

And after a short period of fun, the time soon came to the next day, and the commission to clean up the ruins officially began.

In addition to Wayne and Geralt, the two witchers, Torruvier also brought a male elven marksman and a dwarven warrior in heavy armor.

Of course, according to the discussions between the two sides, the job of dealing with monsters is not for ordinary people, and Torruvier and her two best fighters do not need to be directly involved in the battle.

They are only responsible for following behind Wayne and Geralt, dealing with the corpses of monsters, and preventing uncontrollable accidents, and the main forces of cleaning up the ruins are Geralt and Wayne.

And before they can officially enter the ruins, they have to make a necessary preparation for the witchers.

Geralt and Wayne sat cross-legged at the gate of the ruins, with five glass bottles in front of them, a dozen of them, containing witcher potions of different colors and shapes.

"Cat Potion, Thunder Potion, Swallow Potion, Tawny Owl, and Maribo Forest."

The white wolf pointed to the potions as he said the name, and said to Wayne:

"We can only make these five potions with the materials we have, and in the next battle, we must rely on the potions to strengthen us."

"You should remember their effects very well, as for which ones to drink, Wayne, you can choose for yourself."

"But watch your limits, I don't want to bury your body poisoned by potions before the battle even begins."

After speaking, Geralt directly took a bottle of each of the five potions, as if he was drinking, and every half a minute, he poured a bottle into his mouth, and then closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

He had been a witcher for over seventy years, and of all the wolf school witchers, he had the deepest degree of mutation, the best physical talent, and the strongest poison he could withstand.

Drinking five bottles of potions at the same time wasn't even his limit.

However, Wayne, who was sitting opposite him, was different, he knew very well in his heart that without the blessing of the system, his degree of mutation would probably be the most superficial among the existing wolf blood sect demon hunters, and the original owner even hiccuped directly in the process of mutation.

In the past two years, he has only drunk at most one bottle of potion at a time, and he is very self-aware of the limit of his poison resistance, and three bottles of potion is his limit, and it can't even be a very toxic potion.

After thinking about it, Wayne reached out and took the cat potion, the swallow potion, and the tawny owl.

These three potions enhance his dark vision, his ability to recover, and the speed at which his chaotic magic restores in his body.

In the dim environment of the underground ruins, cat potions are necessary, and the other two are just right to strengthen his magic seal.

Considering his situation, Wayne no longer hesitated, picked up the three bottles of potions, and poured them into his stomach while meditating.

The taste of the potion was quite terrible, most of it contained the body tissue of the monsters, and the taste could only be described as indescribable.

However, it is too dangerous to deal with monsters, and the slightest mistake can lead to death, so in order to improve the survival rate, the demon hunters have to drink these bad things.

Ten minutes later, Geralt and Wayne had finished meditating, and the witcher's potion had been completely digested by their bodies, and their bodily functions had begun to strengthen.

This kind of reinforcement made the faces of both of them turn pale, black green tendons stood out in various positions of the face, and even the original amber pupils all turned black, and filled the entire eyeballs, looking quite weird and terrifying.

This terrifying change startled Toruvelle and her two subordinates, who had been waiting on the sidelines.

However, all three of them were long-lived races, and they had all heard about the deeds of demon hunters, and they were surprised to quickly regain their composure, not like many human beings who made a fuss.

When everything was ready, there was no need for more communication, and Wayne and Geralt took the silver sword in hand, put a Quinn shield on their bodies, and walked side by side into the gate guarded by the warriors with a cautious attitude.

Behind the gate is a corridor, also in the Elven style, with exquisite carvings on the walls and ceiling, but because of their age, many of the sculptures have obvious signs of weathering, which looks quite historical.

However, Wayne and Geralt's attention was not on the sculptures, and after walking through the corridor forty or fifty meters away, some relatively new footprints appeared in their dark vision.

Seeing these footprints, Geralt first cautiously looked at the ceiling and the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no danger, he crouched down and took a closer look.

This elven ruin, it should have been a long time since guests have visited, and thick dust has accumulated in the corridor, and it is precisely for this reason that those somewhat messy footprints are clearly imprinted on the ground.

Geralt observed for about a minute, then got up and said to Wayne:

"It's the footprints of the water ghosts, and the little fog demon."

"Be prepared, there are quite a few of them, maybe at the end of this corridor, you'll encounter them."