novelonline Chapter 419 Can You Still Use This?
Chapter 419 Can You Still Use This?
Chapter 419 Can You Still Use This?
In Baron Philip's mind, there were only three things.
Family, family or family.
How to get my daughter back, how to get my wife back.
He was a middle-aged man who had lost all the ambition of his youth, only this desire remained.
"Where is Anna?" he asked again.
"Know the Lady of the Woods?" Harry asked him.
The baron's face changed slightly: "Old witch?"
Harry nodded.
"Ah, of course I've heard of it. Those commoners have mentioned it." The baron frowned, "Isn't it just made up to deceive children?"
"The witcher is also a legend that deceives children." Harry said calmly.
The witcher has a bad reputation.
The appearance that is different from human beings is the cause, the unscrupulous behavior of some demon hunters such as cats is the fuel, and the stories passed by the people are the catalyst.
Almost every child heard such a story when they were young - "If you don't obey me, I will sell you to a witcher".
The child is ignorant.
They have a terrible fear of being abandoned by their families, and growing up hearing such rumors time and time again, this fear spreads to the witcher.
"How could Anna be with the old witch?" The baron still frowned.
"Because of an agreement." Harry said softly, "Your wife was pregnant, but she didn't want to give birth, so she signed a contract with the old witch. They made her miscarry, and the price was to stay with the old witch."
"Sign a contract with the old witch?" The baron couldn't help raising his voice, "Demon hunter, why didn't you fucking tell me this earlier, we have to rescue her as soon as possible."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, looking over dissatisfied.
She was a little nervous about the insults that were running towards Harry now.
"Calm down." Harry said calmly, "If you can't calm down, I can help you calm down."
The baron took a deep breath: "Witcher, I mean, I can't just sit back and watch Anna suffer."
"I've heard of old witches, and they're not a good thing."
Harry nodded: "So we're going to save him now."
The baron clenched his fists and wandered excitedly: "I'm going to gather my men now, where is the witch in the forest?"
"The swamp is dangerous, and it won't help if you take your men there." Harry shook his head.
The baron couldn't restrain his excitement: "But she is my wife."
"Just come with us." Harry's tone remained calm, "We can deal with the old witch."
The baron froze, looking at Harry.
"The witcher is a professional in this matter." Harry said blankly, "You pay, I accept the commission, no one else needs to intervene."
The baron responded with a full mouth: "Of course there is no problem."
"Are we going now?"
Harry nodded.
Ciri thought of something, raised his head in horror, and looked at him: "Could it be teleportation again?"
Harry said confidently: "Of course, this is the fastest way, isn't it?"
Ciri stood up, frowned, grabbed Harry's shoulders, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Come on."
Hermione grabbed Harry's hand.
The two of them looked at the baron together.
"Do I have to catch you like this too?" The baron walked over and asked, but Harry nodded affirmatively.
Just go half way.
He stopped suddenly: "Wait, I'll go get my sword."
Ciri opened her eyes: "Philip, I'm just getting ready."
The baron thumped upstairs, took a long sword, put on his armor, and, like Ciri, grabbed Geralt's other shoulder tightly.
Harry waved his wand.
snapped—
Ciri supported Harry to stop, and the baron rolled out in a daze, and fell to the ground, retching non-stop.
"No wonder Ciri is like this." He propped himself on the ground, and it took him a while to recover. "It's like drinking two marks of horse urine for beer."
Having already had an experience, Ciri's reaction was much better than the Baron's. She looked around her surroundings: "Isn't this the Humpback Swamp?"
Humpback Marsh, that's where the old crones live.
"Of course not. I haven't been there." Harry shook his head. "Apparition only takes me where I've been."
"It's just the closest I've ever been to the old crones."
The baron raised his head: "So we still have to hurry?"
"Harry, you should have said a long time ago, I'm going to prepare some horses."
With a wave of Harry's wand, the stones on the ground twisted into four horses.
The baron stared blankly.
"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Harry got on his horse, "Hurry up, we might still make it before dark."
The Baron was the last to mount.
The horse created by magic seemed no different from the horse he had ridden before. Even because it was created by magic, it was more obedient and its speed was more stable. It would travel long distances without any physical burden.
Before dark, they rushed to the entrance.
A narrow path.
In front of the swamp, stood a rough wooden statue, with all kinds of gorgeous flowers inserted on it, and under the wooden carving, the sacrifices that had been corrupted for a long time.
It's a shrine.
There is no magic fluctuation.
But for some reason... it gave Hermione a very uncomfortable feeling.
The setting sun was dim.
The trees on both sides of the road are blooming with bright red colors.
"Those don't seem to be flowers?" Hermione watched, her eyebrows furrowed.
Harry didn't speak, just raised his wand and waved it lightly.
Safe guard.
Pale light suddenly flashed and fell on them.
"The old witch has come?" Hermione pulled out her wand and looked around, but there was nothing.
Harry shook his head: "Don't you feel it?"
Hermione twisted her body and looked at the statue in the shrine again. This time, the vague discomfort completely disappeared. She frowned, a little puzzled: "I didn't feel the magic power."
"I've heard some rumors." The baron said, "The lady in the forest and the others live in a swamp, and they will ask for ears as sacrifices, and those sacrificed ears will become their way of listening to the swamp, and even the lower reaches. Warren's help."
Hermione looked over again.
On those trees, those bright red colors suddenly became clear one by one.
Not flowers, not leaves.
It's the ears.
String after string of ears, like cherries, fell on the branches.
"So the uncomfortable feeling just now is that the old witch is listening to us?" Hermione frowned.
Harry looked at Ciri: "Maybe they won't be that keen, they just sense strangers coming, but they still don't know who we are."
"Of course, even if they knew who we were, they wouldn't run away."
Ciri nodded: "I am the blood of the ancients."
"The old witch and the others wanted to arrest me, eat my flesh, and drink my blood."
"They wish I would show up, and now that they notice me, they are even less likely to leave."
Hermione was a little surprised.
Can the ancient blood still be used like this?
(End of this chapter)