Long-range weapon? Hill took out the pistol he carried on his waist and showed it to Geralt.
However, Geralt shook his head and said: "Is there something more powerful that can kill an elephant with one shot? Is there an elephant hunting gun?"
Hill frowned and said: "What on earth do you need this kind of weapon for? I'm just here to be a record-keeper..."
Geralt curled his lips and said, "Come on, okay..."
"have……"
Hill reluctantly took off his short-heeled shoes, pulled out two rounds of special ammunition from the soles, then removed the heels and combined them into a special launcher.
After loading the bullet and showing it to Geralt, Hill said: "The full-power bullet is loaded with a tungsten-cored sabot armor-piercing bullet. The tungsten alloy armor-piercing part inside can penetrate 50mm of homogeneous armor. There is an inertia fuse at the bottom of the warhead.
The detonation distance can be adjusted, and the power is pretty good..."
After hearing this, Geralt nodded to express his satisfaction. Just when Hill was about to hand over the weapon to him, Geralt refused.
Hill asked with some confusion: "Don't you need this weapon?"
Pointing to the curse frog jumping among the rocks below, Geralt said: "I'm going to catch one, and you have to kill it the moment I die, but remember one thing, never touch the curse it releases.
Can the deadly poisonous fog do it?"
"Yes...but you..."
Hill nodded awkwardly, and before she could ask clearly what was going on, Geralt swung his whip at the cursed frog below.
Under Geralt's control, the front end of the whip accurately wrapped around a cursed frog that was unwilling to move. The cursed frog's huge dead eyes became a burden, making it difficult for it to escape from the trap of the whip.
Pulling the unlucky cursed frog out of the stone cage and throwing it on the ground aside, Geralt solemnly repeated to Hill again: "Remember, don't touch the mist.
Don't rush to break its dead eyes..."
"But you haven't said it yet..."
Geralt jumped down directly. Hill's words were stuck in his throat and he could not express himself. He could only watch Geralt step by step closer to the terrifying cursed frog.
The cursed frog was a little agitated after being separated from its original environment. It kept jumping back and forth trying to rejoin the cage among the rocks. Only the environment inside made it feel comfortable.
Seeing Geralt approaching, the Curse Frog flapped its big cheeks and issued a dangerous warning to Geralt.
However, Geralt ignored this warning, took out a ring from his pocket, put it on his hand, and then rushed towards the cursed frog, shouting.
The excitement of screaming and running caused the Cursed Frog to react quickly and spray the Cursed Death Mist in his body outwards.
At the same time, the cursed frog continued to jump back and forth around Geralt, making the dark yellow mist spray more evenly, covering every area.
Hill stood on the hillside and watched the farce below. In her opinion, Geralt's so-called death was just a nickname, perhaps a signal of some kind.
The confidence Geralt showed every time made her think that no one could kill this hunter, not even a god, not to mention that after he died, there would be lunatics like the French Undead Team.
However, Geralt in the mist became painfully dull. Even the previous fight against vampires and hell did not cause the hunter to be injured. But now with this dull breathing sound, Hill instantly thought of what he would do after enduring torture.
Exhalation pain relief method.
Geralt was obviously in great pain, and the pain was getting worse. Hill saw black crystals protruding from the joints of Geralt's body.
These crystals first protrude from the joints, pierce the skin and then extend into other parts, fixing Geralt's entire body.
At this moment, Geralt was curled up and kneeling on the ground, his arms controlled by crystals stretching outwards, as if praying for hope of life.
Hill was in disbelief. She longed for Geralt to suddenly stand up, pat the crystal on his body and say to her, 'Haha! You were cheated!'
However, this posture was fixed, and Geralt became a sculpture solidified by black crystal.
Seeing that Geralt was dead, the Cursed Frog stopped spraying the poisonous mist randomly. It quickly returned to the stone cage and tried to return to its suitable living environment again.
Holding back the anger and doubts in his heart, Hill pointed the weapon in his hand at the cursed frog beside the rocks, and then pulled the trigger.
A bullet flew out, and Hill didn't wait at all. He fired rapidly. Only two rounds of the special weapon hit the selected cursed frog in milliseconds.
However, the cursed frog that was hit did not die for a while, but instead turned to look at Hill on the hillside.
Whether it was the steepness of the hillside or the fact that the cursed frog had lost most of its strength, the cursed frog could only stand at Hill's feet, clinging to the stone wall and constantly struggling, spraying the cursed poisonous mist everywhere.
Making sure that he was not contaminated by the yellow mist, Hill took a few steps back, took off his hairpin, pressed the crystal on it, and threw it away.
After the hairpin with a timing device fell into the fog, it erupted into a blue shock wave. These shock waves quickly spread to a range of several meters, and then suddenly retracted.
Finally, a large pit several meters wide appeared where the Cursed Frog was. All objects within the pit were broken down into dust, which was spread all over the place.
But in the center of the pothole, a pair of huge eyes were left behind.
Hill did not rush to check the remaining items. She hurriedly went to Geralt's side and tried to check his status.
At this moment, Hill could truly see that the black crystal was growing out of Geralt's body, and the white bones and muscle tissue in Geralt's body could even be seen in some thick crystal sections.
This kind of injury is really consistent with Geralt's statement of waiting for him to die, but how can he survive?
What Hill hates most is this sense of uncertainty. The uncertainty of nothingness will only make her feel disappointed with reality.
"What a bastard..."
Cursing secretly, Hill endured the discomfort of her shoes and kicked the turf. Faced with this unknown situation, she did not dare to contact Geralt rashly.
Just as Hill was cursing, a crisp cracking sound came from Geralt.
It was like the crisp sound of steel colliding or the sound of broken porcelain, showing Hill a magical scene.
A cloaked goddess appeared behind Geralt. She held a swaddled baby in her arms and bent down to put the baby into Geralt's body.
After the goddess put the baby into Geralt's body, she stroked Geralt's white hair with compassion.
Hill vaguely saw the goddess's black hair under the cloak, and she seemed to see the goddess under the cloak nodding and smiling at her.
The goddess in front of her loved Geralt as if she were her own child. Purple-red mist gradually emitted from her body, completely covering Geralt.
Under the cover of the fog, Hill didn't see any scene, and he only saw the goddess's leaving figure before the fog finally dissipated.
When the fog cleared, the black crystals on Geralt's body began to break, and he resumed his normal activities.
Geralt didn't care about his own image at all. He opened his mouth wide and stretched out his hand to poke his throat, and then vomited out balls of black crystals.
After smacking his lips, Geralt felt that he was feeling better and asked Hill next to him: "Where is the cursed frog? I have to deal with it quickly, otherwise it will be useless if I run out of time..."
Is that disgusting creature still useful? Hill helplessly pointed to the deep pit on the other side and said: "It only has two big eyes..."
"Just in time, I'll peel it off if I can..."
Geralt happily took back the eyes of the deceased, and then packed up the crystals that fell from his body.
Hill looked at these things for just a few hours. Even as an agent, her experience made it difficult for her to calm down her curiosity.
Hill asked: "What on earth is this? What is the use of this disgusting frog? Who is that magical goddess? And what is this crystal that just looks unknown?"
"You actually saw the goddess of crime?"
Geralt looked at Hill in front of him. He didn't expect that Belga, the goddess of crime, would be seen by Hill. No! It was Belga, the goddess of crime, who chose Hill.
Hill was chosen by the goddess of sin, Belga!
In this case, Hill can no longer be the puppet that was manipulated by many parties. No matter what her identity is, now she only has one identity that Geralt cares about, and that is Belga's chosen one.
Hill was a little strange. Geralt's eyes looked at her more and more tenderly, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Geralt pointed in another direction and said: "Let's go to another place first. I will answer all your questions and doubts..."
Hill took a deep breath. She could still feel Geralt's sudden change.
In the past, Geralt would only say what he wanted to say and would never say anything more unless necessary. But now he would actually say such things.
With doubts, Hill followed Geralt and climbed up the ladder of Old Fran Wolf, and saw the prayer to Old Wolf Fran.
After Geralt had a fight with the stone creature called Big Butt, Geralt smiled and led her to the top of the city wall.
This place has been transformed into a residence, without any shelter, just two right-angled walls piled with stones, and various weapons hung on the walls.
It seems that this is Geralt's residence. It is the center of Flan and the highest point of Flan. It overlooks the entire fortress and everything around it.
Hill saw that this was a broken bridge, but Geralt, who had repaired the city wall, did not make any repairs here.
Looking around, Hill found that far away from the broken bridge was the undead settlement where he came from, and even further away was Lothric, which was already difficult to distinguish. If it weren't for the long bridge connecting the undead settlement that was so recognizable, Hill would never have known it.
You would think that the subtle embellishments in the distance are the huge building complex of Lothric.
Looking to the other side, there is still a broken bridge, but the mountain in the distance is the training hall of the Undead Team, and further away, there is another fantasy building, but I don't know if it is fog or something, blocking Hill's observation line of sight
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After Hill finished observing the surrounding environment, Geralt used the dusk light to light a bonfire.
At this moment, Geralt acted like a gentleman. He invited Hill to sit down and said, "Ask, I will answer all your questions..."
