The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Dixcher waved his hand and motioned for the young assistant behind him to go in first.

Within a few seconds of walking in, the assistant ran out, ran to the side and vomited. Dixcher drew a cross in his heart, thinking about which copywriting position the young man would be transferred to next. Being timid is not a characteristic of a spy. However, after Dixcher himself walked into the castle gate and saw the view of the inner courtyard, he threw away the idea of ​​transferring the young assistant away.

A large hole was dug in the ground of the inner courtyard of the castle, and many corpses were thrown into it. These corpses have one characteristic-female pregnant women. The stomachs of the corpses were dissected, and the magic potion turned the bodies of these poor ordinary people purple and deformed. Many corpses were even dismembered. Many of them were babies and even unborn fetuses. There is a scorched test bench in the center of the courtyard. , Apparently some wizards are conducting human experiments here. They are conducting experiments in the courtyard, throwing the bodies that have failed the experiment directly into a pit on the side.

The ground of the castle showed a scorched yellow, the nearby pine trees had withered, and the yellow pine needles and dark pine cones were scattered all over the ground. This is a trace of necromantic magic. Dixcher doesn't know what these mages who work for Wigwarts are doing, but Philiba and her warlock friends should be able to find some valuable clues here.

But one thing is certain. Now they know what happened to the many reports of missing persons in Redania during this period.

There are also some cages on the side of the castle courtyard. The scorched corpses in the cage cling to the iron bars, and the stiff and scorched arms stick out from between the iron bars, still retaining the appearance of a painful struggle before death. The mage in the castle burned the entire experimental site with a handful of fire before leaving, and even did not forget to destroy all the places that might leave clues, whether it was a living person or a dead body.

Genetic experiments?

This reminded Dixcher of the biological specimens immersed in the formalin solution in the Oceanforte School of Biology. There were some young women in the castle ruins. Although part of the body was charred, the experimenter did not have time to confirm whether all traces could be destroyed. It can still be roughly judged that these girls are almost sixteen years old, their stomachs were cut open, and the placenta was taken out. The nearby glass experimental column was broken, and the organs soaked in it and formalin spilled all over the place, leaving an unpleasant smell in the burnt castle.

But in any case, this is not something Dixcher needs to manage, magic, and no one knows what those crazy mages will do.

"Go and bring a letter to the beloved Ms. Philippa."

The young assistant, who turned blue, immediately took out the pen and paper, as well as the hardwood board he carried with him.

Dix carefully considered his words, "We found a lair of the damned traitor." Philippa didn't like crude language. The spy chief paid good attention to the words in the letter, so that he could show his attitude towards Wigwarts. The same hatred and hatred, and can’t cause the displeasure of the female warlock.” His lackey ran away in a hurry and dropped an abandoned castle. They set a fire, and my people extinguished the flame in time, but they didn’t have time to destroy all traces. We After finding some traces of magic experiments, my people will stick to their posts to protect the integrity of the scene as much as possible, waiting for respectable ladies to come here to check."

"I'll let the messenger take the letter to Monta Cavo Castle..."

"Wait, change the word running dog to a follower of a traitor. Give me the pen, and I will sign it myself." Dixcher wrote his name at the end of the letter. "Let the most reliable messenger before sunrise on the third day." , Take the letter to Monta Cavo Castle and give him a badge of the royal messenger. If his horse encounters trouble on the way, a good horse will be requisitioned locally."

"I will do it now."

Chapter 807 The Man Who Takes Prophecy

The experiment... was aborted.

Wigwarts let go of the paper report in his hand, and the sheepskin roll traversed an arc in mid-air, just falling onto the log lying in the fireplace. The vicinity of the castle has been covered with snow, but the castle still maintains a comfortable and pleasant temperature. Wigwarts is sitting in an armchair. Unlike the last time on Sunneed Island, Wigwarts has a scar that almost penetrates half of his face now, making his originally handsome face extremely handsome. Terrible.

The skin of Wigwarts' right eye disappeared, and the new skin remained bright red. The scorched black still remained near the eye socket, and in the red eye socket, an eye created by magic was spinning busy in the eye socket.

During the coup on Sinide Island, the explosion at the portal of the Seagull Tower destroyed a large area of ​​buildings, and also caught the mage standing close to the portal by surprise. But he was Wigwarts, and the explosion that could razor a palace to the ground only hurt his face in a hurry, and the bright light and heat ruined one of his eyes. All this is thanks to the girl from Sintra. Silia, when she passed through the portal, the portal that had existed for thousands of years suddenly burst.

He should find something to catch her. He was distracted by the two women who obviously possessed power that did not belong to this world. They are very powerful and dangerous. Wigwarts leaned in the armchair, and the battle under the seagull tower made him especially remembered to this day.

The power of time!

He has been studying time and space for many years. Since he first awakened and saw the power of the source of law, he has been pursuing these two powers. The woman almost killed him, but fortunately his magic amulet allowed an illusion to replace him, which protected him from being killed in the first fight. But the talisman can't help him many times, he must get this power, time and space.

Wigwarts sat up straight.

The castle’s room was brightly lit, clean, and equipped with a long table. The table was full of metal plates and shelves, full of glass-flasks, test tubes, porcelain bowls and all kinds of gadgets. The smell of alcohol, ether, formalin and other things is everywhere. This is a castle and a huge laboratory. The finger with the amethyst ring knocked on the armrest of the seat, magic power poured into the communication crystal, and on the other side, the warlock Raines who worked for him appeared on the ground of the crystal projection.

"My lord, I am waiting for you."

Rains bowed deeply.

"That girl, what did you find?"

Wigwarts stared at him, small magic eyes circling in his sockets. This is a great magical achievement, using magic to create organs that can be used normally by humans, so that people who have lost their eyes can regain light. But Wigwarts didn't care about it at all. What he cared about was more powerful power, not these little tricks accidentally discovered in human experiments.

"She is in the south."

The male spellcaster in the video still keeps his head down.

"I'm not blind, Rains."

Wigwarts said coldly, "I'm not deaf either."

"I'm hiring people to track her down, the most famous bounty hunter. He will find that girl soon." Rains's voice trembled slightly. "His name is Berhart and he has never missed it."

"Quickly." Wigwarts shook his head. "For a hundred years, a year's time is really fast. Rains, the people you called failed, and they failed to bring me what I needed. Now these Things are in the hands of the Ridanians, give me a reason, Raines, give me a reason to continue to spend a lot of money on hiring instead of killing people?"

The last flame will give birth to the black prince, a flame that will surely rule the world. This is part of Iselina’s prophetic poem, predicting a person who will rule the world. A group of fools and mystics are trying to find the existence of the person who gave birth to the ruler in ancient legends and secrets, and the origin of the bloodline in the complex genealogy as in the flourishing canopy of trees. They believe that more powerful genes will continue and be strengthened in the blood of the elders, and eventually a powerful person that is difficult to describe in human language will be born.

Most of the royal families in the north are mixed with more or less bloodlines, and everyone is expecting their own family to be the one in the prophecy. A group of people looked at the trees that could give birth to golden apples, but were indifferent.

Wigwarts does not need to wait, he has no interest in waiting. The power is in the blood, and he has found the answer in the legend. He needs to find that girl, Cyria, to win the inherited power from the blood. The destruction of the human laboratory for genetic research is a loss, but he has obtained some answers and results during this period.

Gold? Right? In the face of a magic power strong enough to destroy the mainland, these are not worth mentioning.

He can't wait.

"My lord, this time I will personally bring that girl to you." Cold sweat oozes from Raines' forehead. He is just an ordinary mage. In front of Wigwarts, he is no different from a street performer who conjures tricks." And I found a piece of news that you should be interested in. Ye Naifah, this sorcerer suddenly appeared on the Skellige Islands a month ago. She might have news about that girl."

Wigwarts was silent for a while.

"Don't worry about this, I don't want anyone to mess it up."

Rains kept nodding.

"Devil hunter?"

"Those mutants are busy creating new mutants. The castle is full of demon hunters and warlocks from Sinide." Rains wiped his forehead lightly. "I didn't find anything related to that girl in the north. The news, except for Ye Naifah’s appearance in the Skellig Islands. No one has seen it in the towns surrounding the castle. A white-haired, about sixteen-year-old girl appeared near the castle. As for the other in Sunnid Island. The blonde woman in the neighborhood said that she hadn't been seen for a long time, maybe... the job of a demon hunter has always been dangerous."

Wigwarts shook his fingers slightly.

"Rains, you are stupid than I thought."

A woman who can use the power of time and wield a huge sword will die in the hands of a monster? It would be more reliable not to say that she went to Serekania to hunt down the dragons that the desert people worshiped as gods.

"Go find that girl, I've heard enough bad news." Magical fake eyes rolled in his eyes. "Report to me every week. If I knew you were wasting a week in brothels and casinos because of your laziness, You know the consequences."

Before Raines could answer, Wigwarts waved back the crystal.

Chapter 808: The Venomous Snake Climbing Out of the Cave

Looking at the crystal stone that was suddenly dimmed, Rains wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead.

Wigwarts is a good employer, because he never stingy on gold and remuneration. He can always promise more gold than he imagined, and pay no difference after completing the task. Even the fineness is the best, regardless of Whether it’s Nilfgaardfron or Novigrekron, Rains won’t think about where Wigwarts got so much gold. He is a powerful magician, maybe it’s really possible. Break through the curse and the threat of Dimojin.

But Wigwarts is also the worst employer. For him, Rains has to consider whether his life is still safe. The mage touched the burn on his lower face. This was the scar left after being defeated by the sorcerer Ye Naifah when he captured the bard Dandrien. But if Wigwarts' plan cannot be implemented smoothly because of his own failure, then it will not just leave a burn scar on his face.

Thinking of this, the coins in his hand have become much hotter, and the best Towson wine in the glass has become dull.

Aibin, this is Aibin, a rebellion has just ended, bounty hunters, these professional killers who hunt down criminals or help slave merchants catch slaves are flooding into this imperial province that has just been ravaged by war. The laws of the empire allowed merchants to capture deserters, robbers, thieves, and escaped rebels to serve as slaves, but no one knew what kind of people were caught.

Countless slave owners poured into the province in order to find more cheap slaves for the mines. And these bounty hunters have more flies than rotten flesh.

Rains is not a detective, and he doesn't know how to find a person. He is not even a good mage. But there is more than one person following Xili.

He walked to the window of the hotel room, and the sunset outside hung on the top of the mountain. After a while, the night would regain control of the land. Berhart, the most famous bounty hunter in the South, a dead old tree, with a sword cut into mud, hunting the heads of people who are on the wanted list, or for some Enough money to persuade his swordsman to take effect.