However, to Guilliman and Keira's surprise, they were not the only two people in this abandoned village.
From afar, they heard a man constantly shouting, the sound of his sharp sword cutting, and the squeals of the fat rats.
Someone actually dared to come to this plague-infested village and even fight the rats, the source of the plague. It was simply courting death.
Others might not know, but Guilliman was very clear that the source of the Catriona plague was these fat rats.
Once an ordinary person was scratched or bitten by a rat, even if it was just a superficial wound, they would basically be infected with the plague. In an era with extremely limited medical means, this was already a death sentence.
Keira and Guilliman exchanged glances. One activated a magic shield, the other cast a Quen Sign on himself, and then they quickly walked towards the source of the battle sounds.
Not long after, near the village well in the center, they saw a young man, not very tall, with a shaved head and a somewhat fierce expression, holding a sharp longsword, fighting a swarm of over a hundred rats.
The opponent's swordsmanship was excellent, and his body was exceptionally agile. Almost every swing of his sword took the life of one or two rats.
However, these mutated rats were very ferocious. Even when their companions were killed, they showed no fear and continued to frantically attack the young man.
Their sharp teeth and claws bit into the man's arms, leaving streaks of blood.
Although individual injuries were not severe, the young man already had over a dozen wounds of varying sizes on his body. Even just the blood loss, accumulated, was a significant injury.
Guilliman did not speak or expose his position. He simply stood with Keira, carefully observing the man.
The other person should also be a witcher. With Guilliman's vision, he could clearly see the man's beastly vertical pupils and the abnormal scars on his face left by mutations.
Of course, these were secondary.
Most importantly, around the young witcher's neck hung a witcher's medallion that was unclear whether it was a lion's head or a cat's head, and behind him was a witcher's silver sword.
That's right, in such a plague-ridden place, only a profession like a witcher, who isn't afraid of getting sick, would dare to wander around here.
Interesting, he encountered a fellow professional again, and a Cat School witcher he had never seen before.
Legend has it that their school has female witchers, but he didn't know if it was true or false.
Guilliman gave Keira a look, telling her to follow behind him, then quickly approached the Cat School witcher. When the distance between them was only seven or eight meters, and the other person should have seen him.
He formed the Igni Sign gesture with his right hand and shouted, "Hey, friend up ahead, move aside quickly!"
After speaking, once he saw the Cat School witcher leap backward at an extremely fast speed, Guilliman thrust his right hand forward, and a wave of orange fire, covering a range of over ten meters, instantly engulfed the rat swarm in front and a large area around them.
In less than a few seconds, not only was the rat swarm, composed of giant mutated rats, burned to charcoal, but even some surrounding trees were ignited by the flames and began to burn fiercely.
Keira was not a sorceress particularly skilled in combat. Her specialty was magical barriers and magic circles, special magic that required prior preparation.
When she saw Guilliman's casual strike unleash a powerful wave of fire comparable to a second-level spell, this talented sorceress couldn't help but cast a look of surprise and admiration at the man beside her.
As for the Cat School witcher who had jumped out of the flames, he was even more shocked than the sorceress.
As a Cat School witcher who was not good at using Signs, and couldn't even master all five Signs.
This young man probably never imagined that a witcher's Sign could reach such a level of power.
This isn't right, brother. Aren't our witcher Signs supposed to be minor tricks? Why is what I learned different from yours?
Guilliman didn't care what this young Cat School witcher was thinking. After wiping out hundreds of mutated rats with one strike, he used the Axii Sign to absorb their souls.
Unfortunately, on average, ten mutated rats only yielded one point of soul power. Such a large rat swarm only provided him with eleven points of soul power. It was a waste of their size.
Sighing inwardly, he turned to look at the stunned Cat School witcher and said in a gentle tone, "Hello, friend."
"I am Guilliman, a witcher. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Are you a member of the Cat School?"
"We are also here in this village on a contract. How about we chat?"
The bald young man from the Cat School, looking at the handsome, smiling, and very approachable Guilliman.
And the petite, pretty sorceress Keira following behind him, nodded after two seconds of silence and said, "I am Gaetan of the Cat School. I've been in this village for two days. Let's talk."
Gaetan.
Hearing the other party's name, Guilliman, as an experienced player, immediately thought of the quest in the third game where the wolf and cat played together.
So it was that unlucky fellow, Gaetan, the Cat School witcher.
He was still in the Kingdom of Kaedwen now, hadn't gone to Velen yet, and hadn't taken on the quest that nearly cost him his life.
Guilliman's thoughts raced, but his expression remained gentle.
He smiled and nodded at Gaetan, then glanced back at Keira and said, "Let's find a quiet place to rest first."
"Gaetan is injured, and we're hungry anyway. We can gather some information from him."
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