After the wolves were resolved, the two moved on.
Along the way, Kelvin did not say a word like a frightened quail, until he was about to reach his destination, he finally couldn't help asking,
"Master Letho, are witchers so powerful?"
The big man didn't say a word, but it made the dwarf even more in awe.
The two climbed another hillside and came to the death point of Adria, but it was almost identical to the site found at the foot of Mahakam.
The same branches are piled up in the shape of spires, buried all over the ground with snow, and you can smell the peculiar smell of the excrement of extremely light beasts and birds.
Leto's eyes narrowed.
Kelvin explained, "A total of eight deceased, all of them were brutally topped in the air by branches, and their stomachs were cut open."
"I don't understand the murderer's purpose for doing this. What is the meaning of the unique way of death?"
The dwarf asked suspiciously.
Reso asked nonchalantly, "According to your statement, in the three months since the incident, the four deceased in Sponsor, plus the four deceased in Carbon Mountain, a total of eight deceased..."
"No, it's actually been more than four months since the incident happened, and the first person who died was a dwarf from Mahakam."
"So it's equivalent to one death every two weeks?"
The dwarf stroked his beard and said, "In all counts, the frequency of death is about half a month."
Leto sighed, "I guess for the past four months, after every full moon night, a fresh corpse has appeared?"
"If you say so, it seems to be true!"
The dwarf was also surprised.
Leto's tone became heavy, "Then I can almost be sure of my previous thoughts. This is an ancient ritual, a sacrifice originating from an exotic land. The murderer uses flesh and blood as an introduction to stimulate the source of the bred in the mountains and forests. Among the eight deceased, the deceased on the night of the full moon and the flesh and blood of the other deceased form a magical cycle, and the murderer will use this cycle to build a long-lasting totem and enhance his own strength."
"what do you mean?"
"There should now be four sets of totems."
The surprise in the dwarf's eyes disappeared for a moment.
"So the killer's strength has been increased four times? Wouldn't that be very tricky."
The witcher's eyes sank, "So we want to destroy his totems one by one, and remove its 'limbs'! Let's see how long this guy can endure."
The dwarf said in distress, "The forest near Carbon Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles. Finding four totems is like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"No... Didn't I mention the cycle just now, the totem set by the murderer must be between the two corpses. So I need you to take me to the other, the closest death point."
The dwarf nodded, a look of awe appeared on his face, "As expected of a master, just relying on such a short period of investigation, he found information that Tanshan had not discovered for four months."
The two quickly left the place and moved towards another location.
On the way, Kelvin asked curiously, "The Mahakan mountain forest is rich in species, and there are all kinds of beasts and birds everywhere. The murderer wants to sacrifice flesh and blood. There are many choices. Why did he kill humans and ancient races."
The witcher is not impatient with the knowledge related to monsters, "Although human beings often fight infighting, kill each other, and have many despicable behaviors, I have to admit that human beings are indeed more ignorant than those uncivilized in the mountains and forests. Beasts are much more advanced."
"Of course compared to ordinary beasts."
"In other words, the content of source energy in human flesh and blood is higher than that of ordinary beasts, and it is naturally more favored by various evil spirits, demons, and demon spirits."
The dwarf couldn't help but ask, "Now that guy has four totems and is in the most powerful state. If we go to the totem like this, we will undoubtedly slap our face in the face. If 'it' shows up, wouldn't it be very dangerous?"
"Or... I'll go back and bring a group of warriors from Carbon Mountain first?"
He seemed to feel that he was a little too cowardly and couldn't keep his face, and explained, "It's safer to have more people. Since there are already clues, there is no time to take more risks."
"Don't worry..." The witcher stopped and comforted, "If the murderer shows up and I'm lost, there's always no problem in escaping."
"If it dares to show itself in front of me, no matter how big the mountains of Mahakam are, it will no longer have a hiding place. Forgot to tell you, this is an experienced and cunning fellow, it is unlikely to be so easy. appearance."
"Then... Okay... If there is an unexpected situation, please let me know in advance, and I will be mentally prepared."
…
The two walked for nearly an hour, and the time entered the afternoon.
Two rows of footprints of different shades on the snow connected to a long snake.
In the vast and boundless mountain forest, a biting cold wind whistled past, making people shiver uncontrollably.
"buzz... buzz... buzz..."
A slight sound like a hummingbird's wings came from his chest, and the witcher stopped the vibration by pressing on the pendant.
The dwarf raised the warhammer in surprise, bowed slightly, and watched vigilantly from side to side for a long time and found nothing, "Where is it? Where is the totem?"
In front of him is still an unremarkable woodland, and there are no strange things similar to totems in the field of vision.
Lesso walked to the side of a huge cedar tree on his own, and found a special symbol on the trunk surrounded by the two.
"antlers, cobwebs? What do you mean?" the dwarf leaned over and muttered, only to see the witcher quickly go to the other end and pat a pine tree.
Next is the third and fourth.
On the four pine trees, the dwarf found four marks, distributed in front, back, left and right, vaguely enclosing a square area of twenty feet.
The dwarf only felt horrified and shrank his shoulders, "What weird circle are we in?"
"found it."
Letho turned his back to the dwarf and raised his head, his muscular, knotted arm pointed to the sky, and the dwarf followed his gaze and couldn't help but grow his mouth.
"Mahakan, what the hell is this?"
Just above the heads of the two of them, fifty minutes later, the huge fan-shaped branches and leaves of the four pine trees were tightly packed together, and clusters of needles were covered with snow, blocking the sunlight.
However, in such a high mid-air, in the center of the crossed branches of the four pine trees, there is a spindle-shaped yellow-brown wooden stake, which looks like a huge beehive from a distance, but it is even more ancient and decayed.
The surface of the wooden stake is covered with dense holes, like ant nests that have been riddled with worms, which will crack and weather with a little touch.
And in the row of holes at the top, a twisted and circling antler extends outward.
Antlers hold pocket-sized biological skeletons, forming a string of ancient accessories.
"This is… "
"Totem..."
While the dwarf was in a daze, the witcher quickly came under the totem and stretched out his hand to measure the distance.
Then he sighed into the palm of his hand, and clenched the steel sword with both hands to slash the thick snow-covered ground.
The sword is flying like a fly.
Snow and mud splashed everywhere, and soon on the bare ground, a huge antler symbol appeared. It was like a scar growing on the body, showing a sinister scarlet all over the body, and it was still radiating outward. With a touch of heat.
The witcher's palm swept across the surface of the symbol, and said lightly,
"The rune is the core of the totem."
Immediately, the right hand skillfully drew the Igni seal in mid-air, and a conical radial flame band was sprayed out from the palm, continuously burning the mysterious mark.
The dwarf on the other side stammered and stopped, holding the warhammer and looking around at a loss.
He was surprised to find that as the burning continued, centered on the ground symbol where the witcher was, four translucent tentacles stretched out strangely towards the other. They seemed to be living creatures, twisting and slowly. ground access to the trunks of the four pine trees marked.
The pine tree seeped out black and red droplets, and the droplets accumulated more and more, condensing into large strands of terrifying blood.
The baking went on for about thirty seconds, when the witcher looked wearily away from the sigil.
Hearing a loud bang, the huge totem hanging in mid-air suddenly fell to the ground.
The dwarf leaned over to look carefully, but saw that the original yellow-brown totem had become as black as dried charcoal, showing a crisp powder.
"problem solved."
At this time, the witcher took a deep breath and slashed the totem with a sharp sword, and a large amount of powder and smoke rose up in an instant, but within a few seconds the totem completely turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.