Chapter 568: 569War and Smallpox

Chapter 568: 569War and Smallpox

Chapter 568 569. War and Smallpox

When the two came back, Geralt suddenly raised his hand to stop them from getting too close. At the same time, he pulled Ciri behind him to keep distance from them.

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Geralt asked cautiously.

witchers are immune to disease, but Dandelion and Ciri are just human beings. The plague is as deadly to them as the sword.

No, no, that dog wont let us get close.

Dandelion felt as if his tongue was about to get **** in tension.

"You should thank that mutt, forget about Gerd." Geralt looked up at the sky, "May the gods grant it a long life and a pile of bones higher than the Amer Mountains. That girl, from the house Come out, do you have blisters on your body?"

"No, she's healthy. It's her relatives who are infected, and they're all in another wooden house. She also said that many people have died. Oh my God, Geralt, the wind is blowing our way!"

Theres nothing to be afraid of. Geralt waved his hand.

"As long as you haven't touched a smallpox patient, there is no need to worry. If there is any smallpox. Maybe the girl just wants to scare you away."

"No." Gede acted much calmer than the poet, "There is a pit behind the house, and there are corpses in it. The girl didn't have the strength to bury the dead, so she had to throw them into the pit."

Okay. Geralt sighed and slowly reset the string on the crossbow.

Thanks to the exchange of ideas with Lan En, the Wolf School is now equipped with crossbows, that is, hand crossbows.

Although the milk and oatmeal porridge smells good, we are out of luck.

"But you and Gede can drink?" Ciri said, pulling Geralt's clothes next to him.

"Yes, we can drink. But then we have to come into contact with the patient's house and equipment. There is no guarantee that we won't bring something out of our body, which will cause disaster to you and Dandelion."

After saying that, the four of them were about to turn around and leave.

However, the dog in the yard started barking again.

Get down, the white-haired witcher hissed, leaning down.

"So? You want us to stand by, Dandelion?"

Geralt spoke from the side, which made the famous poet even more frightened, shrinking like a rabbit that had just been driven out of the hole.

The white-haired witcher tightened the leather rope that tied his hair again. Ciri's shining eyes looked up at him, and he was also looking into the little girl's eyes.

"No, Dandelion. I've had enough of people acting like monsters in front of me."

Gede's beard grinned silently with a scary smile.

"Are you crazy..." Dandelion shouted, "You want to deal with a whole group of people? What the **** has got into you? Do you want to play hero and save the beauty?"

Shut up, Geralt shouted without looking back.

Okay, okay! Dandelion was a little disappointed. "What about me? I have to come with you too! Let me do something!"

"You can't do anything, stay here with me." Ciri walked up to the poet and said.

But when she turned around, the poet pressed her shoulders and pushed her further back.

Shut up, little girl!

Although the poet is trembling, his tone becomes more determined.

I followed Geralt through countless dangerous situations that you cant even imagine! What does this mean? You want me to quit at this point?!

"I haven't practiced anything that can hurt people, but I can throw stones at least! I will throw stones at those guys from the side. Even if they separate a few people and rush to kill me, you will at least be less stressed! "

The poet's words seemed like he was ready to die heroically, and both Gerd and Geralt couldn't help laughing at the same time.

This made Dandelion say dissatisfied: "Why are you laughing? I'm serious!"

"No one thinks you are serious, great poet." Ged patted Dandelion on the shoulder.

But its not that bad. Youll live to tell everyone about this day.

Subsequently, in the darkness of the night, two witchers came out of their hiding place, and a poet came out from the side.

The witchers drew steel swords from their backs with their right hands, and at the same time raised their strung crossbows with their left hands, pointing at the group of 'people' who were baring their teeth and claws under the light of the torch.

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