The silver sword will guide John forward.
After a period of travel, he walked out of the Blue Mountains.
Along the way, he killed many magical creatures.
Among them is a magical creature that looks like a mantis and has high magic resistance.
John gained a lot in Kaer Morhen, and he benefited a lot from the demon hunter's fighting methods and that special potion.
Alchemy-wise, he could feel an improvement.
The witcher's alchemy collided with the wizard's alchemy, giving him a premonition.
Maybe he can reach level 7 when he leaves this world.
The re-refined meteor shoes gave him the ability to fly, but he was still used to riding on horseback.
Polo also became a little lazy after the winter.
John thought it might be the mare that had fallen in love with Geralt.
"I'll let you have a chance to realize your dream." John patted Polo on the head.
Use mind magic to convey your thoughts to Polo and restore the horse's spirit.
Polo's horseshoe was replaced so that it would not hurt the horse's hoof on the gravel road.
A group of soldiers lined up ran past.
"This continent is going to war."
John's eyes darkened, he was now in the Kingdom of Livia.
On the way, he heard a message.
A place called Sintra was attacked.
A massacre resulted in the death of the Queen of Cintra, who was known as the Lioness.
I don’t know when a country in the south had such power.
War has always been cruel. This is the same whether in the original world or in this world.
Witchers remain neutral and will not participate in any war.
Although John is not an orthodox demon hunter, he still maintains neutrality.
He would sometimes spend his own money to buy information about magical creatures from War Children. Although he repeatedly emphasized that this was a transaction, those people still remembered this generous traveler.
His reputation seemed to have improved during this journey, and the black demon hunter Yadani gained a reputation for mercy.
As John watched the soldiers move forward, he recalled his time with Geralt.
"I remember that Geralt seemed to have an unexpected son in Cintra."
He pondered for a moment, then pulled out his silver sword and took a look.
The seventh rune follows him on his journey to kill magical creatures, and is only a little darker than the previous six.
"I don't have a destination anyway, so let's go over there and have a look."
He rides a horse and carries a sword, and sometimes he can see bandits taking advantage of the fire. Without exception, he will become one of the legends of the black demon hunter.
Starting from Redania and passing through the Blue Mountains, John's path was explored by some interested people.
Among them was a wizard.
Strigobo.
His legs were cut off by the mutant daughter Furui, and his body was severely injured.
But the wizard's physique was different from that of ordinary people. After escaping, he returned to Xenide Island where the Brotherhood was located.
There, he explained his experience to the wizards.
The difference is yes, he is a victim.
The Black Demon Hunter teamed up with the Mutated Daughter to commit a serious crime in Balvi.
"They intended to massacre a city."
When Strigorb said this, all the wizards present felt the same way.
A mutated daughter who is considered a monster, and a demon hunter who is considered a monster.
Together, they caused Master Strigob to have both of his legs amputated and his hands amputated.
"This is an evil deed." A dark-skinned wizard seemed to have a high status.
Strigobli used his magic to create his hands and feet. When he heard this, the corners of his mouth rose.
But he suppressed this pleasant emotion very well.
"I suggest that we should be prepared to eliminate that devilish demon hunter."
He accuses the Black Witcher of his crimes and puts him on the opposite side of the Brotherhood.
Only he knows what he is thinking.
That demon hunter who can use powerful magic is more necessary to study than the mutated daughter Furui.
He felt that it was a curse, an unusual curse that created an unusual witcher.
Everyone discussed.
"We need to make plans for Nilfgaard." A wizard retorted to him.
"There is no difference between them," Strigob said arrogantly. "They are both butchers, slaughtering a city."
"Nilfgaard is even more dangerous. They recruit wizards and plan tragic wars."
The wizard continued, "The witchers will not be involved, they remain neutral."
The wizards of the Brotherhood looked at each other.
But the arrogance of wizards prevents them from taking a kingdom seriously.
Because behind them stood the entire northern kingdom.
Such an attitude made a witch present fall into deep thought.
...
John didn't know anything about the wizard's quarrel.
Because he saw the huge damage caused by this war.
"These scenes were recorded by later generations, and written records are far from able to depict the real impact."
John left Livia, where he was throwing down a dead deer.
This is a businessman's family. The male master is away, leaving a woman with her children.
When John dropped the dead deer, the daughter looked nervously at the sword behind his back.
"Can you tell me about the monsters nearby?" John asked the girl.
This girl doesn't look like a farm girl.
A high forehead, neat eyebrow arch, and charmingly wide distance between eyes.
Hair color is white.
John lowered his head and glanced at the other person's hand again. The fingers were delicate and delicate, not like a delicate person who could be raised in a place like this.
But he didn't care, and decided to light up the seventh rune before heading to Cintra.
In the wild, wild deer is more useful than gold.
John dropped a dead deer, alarming the lady of the house who was in the house.
Christida saw the stranger and thought the visitor was evil.
During wartime, there were many people who did ridiculous things.
She was instinctively wary of John, but after learning about John's deal, she was relieved.
After all, as an orphan and a widower, I was still a little nervous when I saw a person holding a weapon.
"You are looking for monsters. In the reed field past here, there are three strange cats that eat corpses." When Christida mentioned the corpse, the little girl's body trembled.
John nodded when he heard this and said: "If it is true, then our deal can be concluded happily."
He looked at the woman and said, "I hope there is someone who can lead the way."
Christida was a little embarrassed. She didn't want to go out with a person with weapons.
At this moment, the girl who was questioned first spoke, "I'll take you there."
"Ciri." Christida spoke to her adopted daughter.
The white-haired Ciri showed determination that was different from ordinary girls. She said, "I will take you there, but you have to give out the deer first."
"Of course," said John, a kid who looked about the same age as a first year student at Hogwarts.
Despite his mature appearance, John was actually still under sixteen years old.
He held out his hand to Ciri, "I hope you don't mind sharing a horse with me."
"Of course not." Ciri held the hand and was pulled onto the horse by John.
Cristide was still worried, but Ciri reassured her.
"let's go."
Ciri reached for the reins, and John let go, letting Ciri control Polo.
Ciri has ridden horses before, but none of them are as smooth as this horse.
When passing by a path on one side, there was a sound of collapse next to it.
But the horse wasn't afraid at all, and didn't even turn its head.
This surprised Ciri, and she asked curiously: "What's the name of this horse?"
"Polo." John did not touch the girl, but tried not to get close.
"Polo?" Ciri tentatively called the name.
But Polo didn't respond at all, which made her very depressed.
"It's deaf, so it can't hear." John said casually, "How long until it arrives, Ciri?"
Shirley looked forward, somewhat dissatisfied with John's dismissive tone, and said, "Pass the front."
All right.
John felt that he might as well dismount and walk, maintaining a posture so as not to touch Ciri's waist.
Siri also noticed it, and she was a little surprised.
She is still aware of her appearance.
It turned out that she volunteered to lead the way because of John's dead deer.
After escaping from Cintra, she was adopted by Cristide, a foster mother who treated her well and treated her equally.
So she wanted to repay the other party as much as she could.
Now she had suppressed her dissatisfaction with John's demeanor.
"We're here." She tightened the reins and stopped.
John dismounted and looked around. Here was a patch of reeds.
As the sun approaches sunset, shadows cast into the reeds, and crows emit their unpleasant cries.
This place looks full of weirdness.
Ciri dismounted and tried her best to stay calm. She couldn't help but stand behind John and whispered: "Those three strange cats appeared and wandered here three days ago."
John found human bones on the tree with signs of gnawing.
"Stay behind me." After saying to Ciri, John drew the sword on his back.
When Shirley saw John's back, it gave people a sense of security.
They walked into the reed field.
John tapped the sword on the ground, and an invisible wave was transmitted.
Before Siri could react, John turned around suddenly, grabbed Siri's shoulders and pressed down.
Silver light floated over Ciri, and the shrill meowing sound made people shudder.
A drop of blood fell on Ciri's ear.
She turned her head and saw with her peripheral vision, a blood cat the size of an ocelot was pierced by a sword and hanging there.
The cat followed John and the others silently as they entered the reed field.
If it hadn't been for John just now, Ciri's neck would have been torn apart by the blood cat.
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Some people died, but not completely...
