The cries of death, screams, the sound of sharp weapons scratching skin, and the sound of gold and iron clashing were all covered up by the sound of rain.

The body moved lightly, the sword danced, and even the dripping raindrops were cut in half by the sharp blade...

At this moment, Lu Qi has activated [Eagle Eye Vision] and transformed into a black-haired and white-eyed god of death, harvesting every living and dirty life in the heavy rain!

After receiving strict instruction from the master swordsman Geralt, Lu Qi's swordsmanship has already become a master.

Coupled with his already superior physical fitness, Lu Qi is like an agile humanoid beast, unstoppable!

Seeing Lu Qi taking the initiative to face a large number of enemies, and then being surrounded by many enemies, cutting down each enemy to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables, Angoulan saw Lu Qi's true combat power for the first time.

His eyes were dull and his mouth was slightly open, looking stunned.

Swallowing her saliva, she lowered her head and looked at the knife in her hand. The girl didn't know whether she should go up and help.

After all, this is almost a one-sided scenario. It doesn't matter whether you can get up or not...

Lu Qi attracted more than two-thirds of the enemies, and the remaining one-third came towards the demon hunters.

The demon hunter looked indifferent, and just waved the dwarf sword in his hand ruthlessly, displaying all the results of the demon hunter training he had received since childhood.

In this small battle between two people vs. a hundred people, the one with the absolute upper hand was actually the side with only two people!

"Come on!"

"There are only two of them!"

"Kill them"

Even under the shouts of half-elves, bearded officers and others, the joint force composed of Nilfgaardians and bandits was still defeated by Lu Qi and the demon hunters. The ground was covered with corpses.

bloody corpse.

Soon, the sound of rain gradually faded, and the battle in the small square came to an end.

The bearded Nilfgaard officer's head was chopped off by Geralt with a sword; "Nightingale" Homer Stragen, who saw that the situation was not going well and wanted to escape secretly, had his legs cut off by Lu Qi.

Gulan stabbed him deeply in the chest with a knife.

And the tall half-elf became the last survivor...

His face was covered in blood, he was kneeling on the muddy ground, with a long sword engraved with dwarven runes stuck in his belly, but he was unable to make any move to resist.

"Your master, is there anything else you want to convey?"

Hearing the faint voice of the witcher, the dying half-elf whispered his last words with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth:

"Ahem...my master...ahem...the great Master Vilgefortz will not let you go..."

The next second, there was only a "puff" sound. The demon hunter quickly pulled out his long sword, turned around and swiped it. The half-elf's whole head flew up and fell to the mud.

"Yes, I won't let him go either..."

Bending down, he groped inside the shirt of the headless corpse, retrieved the wolf head badge, and put it on his neck again. After putting his sword back into its sheath, Geralt looked at Lu Qi and Angouleme, who were standing aside, and raised his eyebrows.

Pulling, showing an unnatural smile:

"I think we have gained something from this trip to the mine..."

...

What the witcher said was actually a bit conservative.

This trip to the mine was truly fruitful.

Not only did they take down the entire "Nightingale" gang, as well as the half-elves sent by Vilgefortz, they also got the true identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

After getting rid of these persistent troubles and collecting a wave of loot, the three people immediately jumped on their horses and hurriedly left the mining area.

After all, this is still the territory of the Nilfgaardians. If the three people who just killed a group of Nilfgaardians don't run away quickly, are they waiting for hundreds of Nilfgaardians to come and hang them?

...

Riding horses through the fast and wide mouth of Shansreto Valley, the three of them soon saw a slowly rising black smoke and the faint smell of barbecue wafting into their nostrils.

After getting closer, they saw the other three companions of the girl-hunting team, sitting around the campfire, with slightly browned salmon skewered on the fire.

Looking at the three people who were all wet, Dandelion smiled and joked:

"Oh, did you go swimming?"

Next, Angoulin huddled around the campfire to warm himself while telling the story of the entire mine, adding vivid and unique rhetoric and words.

"Next, we will go to Toussaint, and then find Regis' druid friend and ask her to point us in the direction of Ciri."

Upon hearing this, the first person to react was the bard:

"I can't go to Toussaint! If I go there, I will really die! And I will die miserably!"

Seeing the poet's excited expression, the vampire couldn't help but ask:

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, why are you so afraid of that fairyland-like place?"

Before the poet could answer, the witcher said in a mocking tone:

"Because this is certainly not the first time our poet friend has visited Toussaint. He is more settled now, but his conduct when he was young was definitely not noble. I dare say that in front of him, the only choice is to jump into the river.

Only women who have the ability to climb to the top of a tree are considered safe. And you can completely understand that their husbands, fiancés, fathers or brothers are hostile to him..."

"Yes, as a friend, you really understand me..." The ridiculed poet said gloomily: "Okay, I confess..."

"That was a few years ago. At that time, the rulers of the Principality of Toussaint were Duke Raymond and the beautiful Duchess. I met her at a banquet, oh, my Anna Ye

Tower, how dazzling she is..."

"We quickly fell in love romantically, and she loved me like crazy..."

"And then, your affairs were discovered by the Duke?"

Hearing that Lu Qi stole his lines, the poet rolled his eyes and continued:

"Duke Raymond, that damn old guy, vowed to take out my heart, cook it, feed it to Anayetta, and force her to eat it."

"Uh...how cruel..." Milva frowned.

"I think so too. So, I ran away from Toussaint without hesitation, and ran away from the woman I loved most..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon hunter on the side exposed him mercilessly: "By the way, how many women do you love most?"

"I think he said this to every woman when he was in bed." Angoulin on the side couldn't help but add.

"I won't talk to you people who don't understand love." The poet raised his chin and asked tentatively: "How about you go find the Druid, where will I wait for you?"

"Then a man was killed by bandits and hung on a tree on the roadside?" The demon hunter added lightly: "This matter does not need to be discussed at all. We must go to Toussaint to meet the Druid. As for

Will the Duke greet you warmly, and we will help you escape."

"You are sending your best friend to the gallows!"

Patting the poet on the shoulder, Lu Qi smiled and said, "Don't worry, Dandelion, we will protect you."
Chapter completed!