Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job properly

Seeing that Wayne was so confident, Deacon Ozik said nothing more and quickly led the demon hunter to the working site of the three missing lumberjacks.

This is not a special place, just an ordinary open space on the edge of the forest. However, compared with other lumberjack stations, this location is deeper into the forest.

Maybe that's why they disappeared.

After arriving at the scene of the crime, Wayne immediately held his breath and concentrated, using his keen demon hunter senses to start looking for clues around him.

Originally, he thought it would be some undetectable unsolved case. Unexpectedly, in less than ten minutes, he relied on his sense of smell and vision to find several scattered logging axes in the grass not far away, as well as some messy wood on the ground. footprints.

At the same time, some fresh blood dripping on the ground was also stimulating his sense of smell.

Wayne leaned closer and smelled it. Apart from the smell of sweat evaporating, there was only a sweet and greasy smell like rust.

It was human blood, and the amount was not too much. Obviously, some of the lumberjacks had been killed or injured.

Wayne didn't rush to look for the logger along the blood trail, but squatted on the ground, carefully observing the messy footprints.

Soon, he found clues from the footprints. Those huge footprints with four dented fingers, like large beasts, allowed Wayne to rule out the suspicion of wild bears and wild wolves.

Ozik, who was standing aside, saw the footprints that were larger than a human palm and dug deep into the ground, and realized that the one who attacked the woodcutter was a huge and ferocious monster.

He couldn't help but asked with some worry:

"Mr. Wayne, can you see what kind of monster it is?"

Wayne touched his smooth chin, recalled the knowledge he had learned from Kaer Mohan, and said affirmatively:

"It was a werewolf who attacked them, but I am a little strange. What is the reason for this werewolf to attack them?"

"It stands to reason that you loggers who just came here should have nothing to do with these cursed creatures."

Ozik obviously doesn't know what a werewolf is. He is a confidant who came here from the southern kingdom with Revalden. He has only heard that there are various monsters in the north, but when it comes to talking about it, he has not seen any of them. Pass.

The middle-aged deacon murmured "Werewolf", and then said:

"Mr. Wayne, are you sure you can find the location of this werewolf?"

"Should we go to the city and inform the guards to kill it?"

When Wayne heard this, he glanced at this naive southerner with some amusement. Not to mention the guards in the northern city, they basically wouldn't pay attention to what happened outside the city.

And even if the city hall's mind was twitching, under the pressure of the rich businessman Levardon, a team of guards was sent out.

With the werewolf's strong body as high as 2.5 meters, the sharp claws that can tear apart ordinary chain mail, and the strong resilience that ignores ordinary damage.

Even if all the guards were equipped with silver weapons, unless they were all brave warriors who were not afraid of death, they would only be able to leave a few scars on the werewolves at most.

You know, werewolves are not mindless water ghosts. Even many fledgling demon hunters will die at the hands of this cunning and vicious cursed monster.

It's no wonder that the system will give an assessment of expert-level tasks.

Fortunately, he has the magic pattern storage bag on his body, which contains all the potions, bombs and cursed sword oil needed to deal with werewolves.

Now with the master-level silver sword made by Master O'Henry, Wayne is still confident against an ordinary werewolf.

He stood up and said to Deacon Ozik:

"Deacon Ozik, werewolves are terrifying monsters transformed from cursed humans. Before I come back, you'd better not disperse into the forest."

"I don't want to, when I come back, you have killed a few more people."

Ozik did not dare to neglect this monster expert that his boss Rewarden admired, and immediately nodded and said:

"Okay, Mr. Wayne, I will arrange for the loggers to gather together today to handle the work that does not require entering the forest."

"However, please be careful. You are the boss's friend. If something happens, the boss will not let me go."

Wayne nodded, considering the inconvenience of entering the forest to search for clues, so he handed over his horse Lucifer to Ozik's care.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries, Wayne immediately got to work.

He followed the smell of blood and the footprints all the way into the forest.

Obviously this werewolf had no anti-tracking experience. Perhaps he never thought of covering his tracks, nor did he expect that someone would track his location based on the tracks.

About an hour later, Wayne relied on his super sense to walk through the outskirts of the forest and arrived at a hunter's cabin far away from the small town outside Vizima.

Based on the smell of blood and footprints, Wayne determined that the injured logger and the werewolf had entered the cabin about half an hour ago.

I just don’t know what the situation is now?

However, Wayne did not rush into the house to investigate the situation. Instead, he sat down cross-legged in a hidden bush outside the cabin.

He took out the magic pattern storage bag placed close to his body and carefully took out three bottles of potion, a bottle of sword oil and three alchemy bombs.

They are the thunder potion that increases strength and damage, the swallow potion that restores injuries, and Patri's elixir that enhances the damage of the seal.

It's not that Wayne doesn't want to take out more, it's just that although his mutation level has reached level four, drinking three bottles of Witcher potion at the same time is the limit he can bear now.

Drinking one more bottle would put a strain on his body.

However, the level 4 proficiency level is already close to its peak. In about half a month, his mutation level will reach level 5 and he will unlock a professional specialty skill.

Presumably by then, he will be able to withstand one more potion and receive powerful improvements in other aspects.

After resisting the disgusting taste of the three potions, which was like mud, dog shit, and sweet lard, Wayne closed his eyes and drank them quickly.

During the short meditation, his body quickly received a powerful increase under the influence of the medicine.

The most obvious one is the thunder potion. Wayne feels that his strength has been strengthened by about 50%, his muscles are a little bulging, and even his pain sensation has been weakened due to the strengthening of strength.

He pulled out the master-grade silver sword from his waist, carefully applied a bottle of cursed sword oil to the sword, and hid another steel sword and its scabbard in the grass.

This is a necessary action. Real-life combat is no different from games. The extra steel sword and scabbard will not only play no role in the battle, but will affect his dodge and attack.

It wasn't until all the preparations for the battle were in place that Wayne took a deep breath, walked out of the hidden grass, and came to the main entrance of the hunter's cabin.

He did not rush into the narrow hut rashly and fight a huge, thick-skinned monster in a narrow space. It would be an unwise move.

Instead, he shouted:

"The werewolf in the house, you've been exposed."

"I am a demon hunter, and I came here specifically to deal with you. If you have anything else to say, you can come out and talk to me."

Such shouting was not only to lure the monster out of the house, but also because Wayne wanted to know.

Why would this cursed werewolf go to a lumberyard an hour away and attack the lumberjacks he had never met?

There was no sound in the room, but Wayne's keen hearing could hear that after he shouted, a creature with heavy breathing gradually approached the door.

Wayne could even see the thick gray hair on the tall figure through the small crack in the door.

Just when Wayne thought that this werewolf might be the type who loses his mind due to anger and cannot speak.

A hoarse, angry roar, like a roaring beast, came from the door.

"Demon hunters, I have heard your legends. You are the legendary monster killers."

"However, this matter is none of your business. I acted for revenge."

"My wife Paula died in the forest, naked and bruised, with blood staining the ground."

"When I found her, she was already dying, and she told me that a few loggers had gang-raped her."

"She is my favorite person. She doesn't even mind that I am a werewolf. I must avenge her."