Chapter 14 Troll Tribe (please recommend, monthly ticket, collection)
Ten minutes later, Geralt smiled, holding two fist-sized gold nuggets in his hand, and felt happy.
Although the nest of the human-faced demon bird was full of carrion, bird droppings and bones, and the smell was worse than the sewer, but after the white wolf skillfully rummaged through it, in addition to these two gold nuggets and some coins, he also found two natural of gems.
Wayne did not choose the two more valuable nuggets wrapped in unknown excrement, but took away the two shining gems.
This made Geralt look at him more favorably. As a veteran who did everything from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, although he earned much more than ordinary people, when it came to spending money, he was not comparable to ordinary farmers. of.
Demon hunters are engaged in dirty and dangerous work every day, and are discriminated against by many unscrupulous people. They are still mutants, so they generally have great psychological pressure. In order to relieve their own pressure, almost every demon hunter has done so. They are all regulars in pubs, brothels, and casinos.
It is not surprising that the rewards earned every time they sacrifice their lives will be spent within a few days, and most of them will live in poverty.
As a modern person, Wayne doesn't actually care about these small amounts of money. He has a flexible moral bottom line. As long as he is willing in the future, whether it is robbing the rich and giving to the poor, eating gangsters, or investing in business, the money he earns will definitely be nothing. Comparable to doing a witcher commission.
On the contrary, it was these brothers from the Wolf School and other highly skilled demon hunters that he cared about.
In this medieval magical era where the weak prey on the strong, only by mastering power and uniting those with power can we resist danger and control our own destiny.
After crossing the lake, the two of them walked along a mountain road toward the back mountain. They walked for another ten minutes until a huge cave loomed. Geralt slowed down and said to Wayne behind him. :
"Wayne, there is a Cyclops in the cave ahead. Many demon hunter apprentices died at the hands of this monster named Old Spearhead." Seeing that
Wayne was a little surprised, Geralt added:
"This is part of the final trial."
"The apprentices participating in the trial must find a way to pass through the cave guarded by the Cyclops." "
Actually, the Cyclops is stupider than the troll, and they also move very clumsily. Their He is very powerful and spends most of his time sleeping in the cave."
"As long as the apprentices are quiet enough and don't make any noise, they can pass through the cave safely."
Wayne nodded, thought for a while and asked:
"Then let's do this this time , do you want to kill this Cyclops?"
Geralt paused, looked up at Wayne, considered for a few seconds, and said:
"Wayne, since we have to team up to complete tasks in the future, we should work more with each other. Understood."
"I have always believed that intelligent monsters, like humans, are intelligent creatures, regardless of high or low." "
As long as he does not endanger the safety of other people, I will not take the initiative to harm him."
"In this regard, I hope you can agree with me."
Seeing White Wolf's candid conversation, Wayne also showed a sincere smile and said:
"You know, Geralt, I am a half-elf myself. , a non-human race, has now become an alien in the eyes of others, a demon hunter." "Don't worry, I am more accepting of other intelligent creatures than you think." Geralt heard this and was deeply moved
. He glanced at Wayne, nodded slightly, then took out two bottles of white witcher potion from his pocket, put one of them in Wayne's hand, and said, "
This is a cat potion that can strengthen our Dark vision allows us to see things in the dark clearly."
"Just follow me later, be careful not to make any noise, we will sneak out of the cave quietly and not wake up the old spearhead."
Wayne nodded, he His agility is already higher than that of ordinary demon hunters, so a stealth mission like this is not a problem for him.
Soon, after drinking the cat potion, the two walked into the cave one after another.
After so many years, Geralt still seems to be quite familiar with the route in the cave. He led Wayne slowly forward against the wall, sneaking in the darkness for five or six minutes, and then climbed up through one platform to another. A high ground.
As they moved forward, a huge snoring sound kept lingering in the ears of the two people, and it became louder and louder as they moved forward.
However, Geralt ignored the source of these snorings and quickly led Wayne along the wall for another five minutes before finally finding the exit of the cave.
Before leaving the cave, out of curiosity, Wayne turned his head towards the source of the cry.
I saw an ugly giant four or five meters long, carrying a huge wooden stick on his back, lying on a flat ground, wearing only simple animal skins, with one hand protecting his navel, and the other Stuffed into his trouser pocket, he was snoring comfortably and sleeping soundly.
Seeing this scene, Wayne felt happy. Perhaps in the mind of this Cyclops, those demon hunter apprentices were the monsters that broke into his house and tried to harm it.
Now for decades, no new demon hunter apprentices have come here, so this guy can live a stable life.
After watching for a few seconds, Wayne followed Geralt out of the cave. When his eyes adjusted to the sunlight outside, a strange scene appeared in front of him.
On a flat land dozens of meters away from them, they saw five tall, strange creatures made of boulders, gathered around a large pot, eating food, playing and playing, and they could even hear Some kind of strange singing, as if there was a celebration.
They looked ugly, and their movements were a little slow. Each of them seemed to be a drunken fat man. Although the words they spoke were stuttered and could not be heard clearly, they were definitely human language.
Geralt, who was walking in front, turned to him and made a hissing gesture, and whispered:
"This is a tribe of trolls. They are monsters that can barely communicate. They are considered an intelligent race."
"Don't talk nonsense later, let me negotiate with them." "
These guys have lived here for hundreds of years and are relatively familiar with us demon hunters. Let's try not to have conflicts." "There are a
lot of them. , if we fight, we might get hurt."
(End of chapter)