Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 112 Mrs. Lin's Warning

The footprints on the ground were very clear, and the three of Wayne didn't bother to take care of the burning village, and soon followed the footprints into the swamp forest.

After learning that Wayne had no experience in swamp operations, George took the initiative to follow the footprints while teaching him how to survive in the swamp, such as how to avoid poisonous snakes, how to find water sources, and how to judge where is a mud trap and where is a A solid place to set foot on.

Everyone stopped and stopped all the way. George is indeed the legendary demon hunter who has been active for hundreds of years and was able to single out the green dragon in the end. Wayne has learned a lot of useful knowledge from the practical teaching along the way.

Although the footprints in the swamp are difficult to find, the senses of the demon hunters are beyond ordinary people, and they can always find the right path through clues.

It took about 10 minutes or so before a piece of ruins paved with hard stone slabs appeared before the eyes of the three of them.

"Elf ruins!"

Through the style of the building and some broken elven characters, Wayne immediately recognized the origin of the ruins.

But there is nothing surprising about this. In this world, the ruins of elves can be seen anywhere. That prosperous civilization once spread its footprints all over the world.

Although their civilization is almost extinct, you can always find their heritage in places where humans have not yet set foot.

The three of them did not stay outside the ruins, and soon followed the dry mud footprints to find the gate passage of an underground ruins.

Before entering the underground ruins, Wayne's keen hearing heard the noisy human voices coming from below the ruins.

"Quick, light the fire."

"The humidity in the swamp is too heavy, running here overnight, the children and the elderly are almost frozen."

"I'm hungry, Mom, I'm hungry, where are you, Dad?"

"Stop arguing, that monster just flew away, be careful to lure it back."

Hearing these noisy voices, Wayne also exchanged glances with the other two before walking down first.

Just walking down the stairway, I saw hundreds of plainly dressed civilians crowded in the damp underground ruins.

And in the center of the crowd, under the command of a middle-aged strong man, some young and middle-aged men were holding piles of things that looked like ancient books, adding them to the fire as firewood.

Wayne was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but walked up to watch carefully, and their appearance immediately attracted the attention of others.

A middle-aged man who seemed to have a considerable status among the common people stepped out of the crowd and was about to ask something.

Wayne suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and shouted to those who wanted to throw more books into the fire:

"Put down what's in your hand, don't burn it."

Several other young people stopped when they heard the words, but the middle-aged strong man ignored Wayne, holding a pile of books, and was about to throw them into the fire.

Wayne was not polite to him, he just reached out and grabbed his collar, and lifted up this 1.8-meter tall man like a little chicken. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break Wayne off. arm.

"Did you hear me? I told you not to burn them. These books are quite valuable, and they are not for you to burn."

Wayne's stern voice and tall and mighty figure quickly frightened the surrounding villagers, making them all retreat involuntarily from the middle position.

After many upgrades, the strengthening of holy water, and the strengthening of genetic mutations, Wayne's current physical strength may not be considered the top among demon hunters, but it definitely ranks among the top three.

Regardless of strength, speed or physique, it has far surpassed ordinary humans, about four to five times their strength.

Without using a weapon, even with his bare hands, he can knock down dozens of poor people.

Seeing this, some timid villagers immediately put the books in their hands on the ground and shrank back into the crowd. The leading middle-aged man first looked at the armor and weapons on Wayne and George, then hesitated for a while. Seconds, before carefully asking:
"Sir, we are all villagers from Lower Warun Village who fled here. We have neither money nor food. Please don't hurt us."

Wayne looked at the strong man whose cheeks were flushed from being held up by himself, and looked at the fearful or worried eyes of the civilians around him, but he didn't continue to embarrass them. With a light push with his right hand, he Throwing the middle-aged strong man two or three meters away made him fall to the ground.

George frowned and approached Wayne, and asked softly:

"What's wrong? Wayne, what happened?"

Wayne pointed to the books on the ground and the ashes in the fire, shook his head slightly, and said:

"It's not a big deal, but these manuscripts should be left by the elves. I seem to have seen the drawings of the Griffin School just now."

"It would be too wasteful to be burned by them."

George was surprised when he heard the words. After hearing the drawings of the Griffin School, he didn't bother to ask Wayne any more, but began to collect the somewhat dilapidated and damaged manuscripts on the ground.

Wayne's appearance at this time is a disguised human appearance. He is dressed in excellent armor and a gleaming sword on his waist. He is tall and handsome, and there are two figures who look like bodyguards by his side, so these villagers subconsciously think that He might be a noble young master from somewhere, and he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

Seeing that the villagers were all silent, Wayne looked at the leading middle-aged man, frowned, and asked calmly:

"We saw a green dragon attacking the village, so we came here specially to deal with that green dragon."

"However, after we arrived at the village, the green dragon had disappeared, and you villagers seemed to have evacuated ahead of time, so we found this place."

Hearing that Wayne and the others were specially here to deal with the green dragon warriors, not robbers or villains, the leading middle-aged man was slightly relieved, and said with a smile:

"My lord, I am the village head of Lower Valen Village, Jeff, I don't know how I can help you."

Wayne raised his head arrogantly, without showing any expression on his face. He knew that Wayne's people were simple and honest, and he couldn't be too gentle with these troublemakers, otherwise, these guys would push their boundaries and be quite ignorant.

He raised his voice slightly, imitating the speaking habits of those nobles in Vizima City, and said:
"Tell me, civilians, how did you find this place? How did you evacuate from the village early?"

"Also, why did that green dragon attack you, and where did it go now?"

A series of questions from Wayne, the village chief Jeff asked in a daze, but he was afraid that Wayne and others would harm the villagers, so the village chief Jeff said with a tangled expression:
"We don't know what's going on, we don't know why the green dragon came to attack our village."

"Last night after dark, the envoy of Mrs. Lin Zhong suddenly ran to my house and informed me that we should take shelter in advance."

"We didn't dare not listen to Madam's words, so we ran to hide in this elf ruins overnight according to the address Madam told us."

"As for the green dragon you mentioned, we only saw it burning our village from a distance when we were running away."

"But when you were running for your life, who dared to look more, and finally only saw it, flying towards the depths of the swamp."

Hearing that Mrs. Lin Zhong notified the villagers to evacuate in advance, Wayne frowned even deeper.

If this is the case, then obviously, those three old hags knew in advance that the green dragon would come to attack Xiahualun Village. The flies do not bite seamless eggs, and the reason why the green dragon attacked is very likely to be these three. The fault of an old hag.

However, since no one saw exactly where the flying dragon flew, the clues were interrupted.

Wayne turned his head to look at George. The demon hunter of the Griffin School had already collected those manuscripts. He was holding a manuscript and looked at it with a slightly excited expression. He had obviously found the piece of equipment he had just seen. drawing.

He thought for a while, and said to the village chief and George:
"George, these villagers will definitely have a hard time staying here without water, food, or heating supplies."

"You ask the village chief to send some people to go back to the village with you. The green dragon there has already flown away, so he probably won't come back for the time being."

"After you bring back the necessary supplies, we will set off to the depths of the swamp to find news about the green dragon."

After hearing the words, George glanced at Wayne and nodded. He put the collected manuscripts beside Wayne, and was about to lead people to set off.

Borch suddenly gave Wayne a wink, and then said:
"I'll go out too, Wayne."

"Staying here and waiting is not an option. I will try to find the green dragon first. If I get any news, I will come back and inform you."

Maybe they are both dragons, and Borch has an easier way to find the green dragon. Thinking of this, Wayne agreed with Borch.

He turned his head, looked at the village head Jeff, pretended to be serious, and said very forcefully:

"The Green Dragon will be dealt with by our people, but you must follow our orders and not act rashly."

"Now, let your people collect all the elf books here for me. I will take these things away."

(Thanks to Unsatisfactory Single, King of Dragons, and Red Bianhua for their rewards.)
(There's another chapter in the afternoon, okay!)

(End of this chapter)