Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 362 - Chapter 362 Chapter 362 The Rose Mark

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: The Rose Mark Chapter 362: Chapter 362: The Rose Mark “Are you suggesting that many of the plants here might be transformed humans?”

Azumani, recalling the story about Sleeping Valley that Roger had once shared with them, seemed to understand the meaning in the Witch’s eyes.

“Who knows, there are many versions of the legend about Sleeping Valley, but in every version, the people of this country have disappeared without a trace.”

“Have a look around, and call for me when you have new ideas.”

The Witch leaped into the air.

Roger carefully observed but still could not discern from where exactly such a thick stick had appeared.

Whoosh!

The surrounding area was filled with towering trees, and after a few turns, they could no longer see the figure of the Witch.

“Teacher…”

Evelyn hesitated to speak, and Azumani gave her a fierce look, “Keep calm, we might not be trapped here.”

Even Roger could tell that the girl was not really concerned about that issue; the old fellow was deliberately changing the subject.

“Steve, you protect Geralt. Evelyn and I will look around.”

“Notify us immediately if you find anything.”

“Don’t worry, Teacher.”

Steve also faintly sensed something unusual, but he forced himself not to think further about it.

Azumani appeared aged but moved surprisingly agilely, leading Evelyn away with a few leaps, disappearing into the vast expanse of trees.

Silence suddenly fell over the scene.

“You say…”

Steve looked at Roger, hesitated to speak again.

Although Roger guessed what this simple-minded young man was thinking, he pretended to be confused.

“Your name is Steve, right?”

“If I break the curse, I might become the King of this country. Are you interested in becoming the captain of my royal guards?”

“Captain Steve, sounds like a nice style.”

Roger dispelled Steve’s intention to communicate with his own display of authority.

It was night, and aside from the bright moonlight above, many of the plants around them also emitted their own glow.

Therefore, Sleeping Valley did not seem dim.

As the two grew somewhat impatient, the figure of Evelyn appeared in the distance, her cheeks slightly reddened from continuous running.

“Follow me, the teacher is discussing the next plan with the Witch.”

Evelyn led the two men toward the distance.

“Just now, the teacher and I checked around, and we are now in front of the entire city.”

“Through the city gates lies the Inner City, and further inwards, we can reach the palace at the core. According to the Witch, unless we can burrow underground, we have no choice but to defeat the monsters guarding the gate.”

“Even so, there’s also a magical seal on the city gates, so we need to think of another way.”

As they walked, Evelyn briefed the two men on the current situation.

Along the way, Roger saw flowers the size of human heads and trees twisted into odd shapes, even the weeds by the roadside remotely resembled intertwining fingers.

Although the surroundings weren’t very dim, they weren’t too bright either, and the eerie environment became even more sinister in this light.

From a distance, Roger saw Azumani conversing with another person, but he also noticed a figure impaled on a wooden stake.

As he got closer, Roger could see the figure’s appearance more clearly.

It was an old woman with a pale face, dressed in a black robe, impaled through the buttocks, with a sharp wooden stake protruding from her mouth like a skewered chicken.

Just thinking about the scene was unbearably painful.

Roger feigned a startled expression but took the opportunity to examine the old woman’s face. Although it was somewhat distorted, it seemed to bear some resemblance to the woman Greta had once impersonated outside the Candy House.

“Murder!”

Roger hid behind Evelyn in terror.

“A black witch who only knows how to lure children with candy, can such a thing even be considered human?”

The witch said furiously.

Turns out, this woman was the owner of the Candy House.

Roger noticed the key hanging around the woman’s neck and couldn’t help but take mental note of it.

“Every dawn, when the monsters lingering at the city gate let their guard down for a moment, their strength is at its lowest, making it the best time for us to attack,”

the witch continued.

“It is a huge monster made up of countless plants entwined together; every part of its body can launch an attack, and it can assimilate the plants around it to heal its wounds after being damaged.”

“I’ve fought with it a few times, and even with the ability to attack from the air, this fellow is very troublesome.”

“We don’t actually need to kill it, we just need to find a way into the city.”

The witch gave her opinion.

Azumani nodded in agreement.

“Alright, that’s the plan.”

Azumani concluded, “I and this lady will take care of the frontal combat while Evelyn takes the opportunity to approach the gate in search of a way into the city.”

“As for Steve, you stay behind to protect Geralt.”

“Alright.”

Though discontented, Steve, having lost his eagle, knew his combat ability was greatly reduced, and he was also aware of the importance of the prince beside him.

The waiting time felt exceptionally lengthy.

None of them were in the mood for conversation, as Roger pondered how to take the dead woman’s key.

Darkness receded, and the sky brightened with a glint of light as the witch soared into the air, riding her staff up into the sky.

“It’s time, let’s go!”

She was the first to reach the gate with her speed, but before she could get close, a thick vine shot out from the ground and exploded in mid-air, showering the space around the witch with wood shavings sharp as swords.

The witch spread her arms, and a transparent membrane surrounded her; the wood shavings hitting it made a snapping sound as the plants on the ground began to wriggle and twine.

A colossal creature over 5 meters tall rose from the earth, swinging its palm towards the witch.

Azumani, who had somehow gotten close to the monster, pulled a bottle of reagent from his chest and threw it towards the creature while a green light shot forth.

Bang!

The reagent hit the monster in the waist, and at the same time, the green light also struck the same spot.

Hisss!

A plume of black smoke rose, corroding a large hole in the waist of the monster at an alarmingly fast rate. The Tree Person stumbled, and half of its body began to topple to one side.

Azumani repeated the procedure, hurling another bottle of reagent. The monster was prepared this time and reached out to protect its head, but the same beam of light hit its palm, and immediately, its entire palm was corroded away.

“Evelyn.”

Azumani shouted loudly.

The girl who had been lurking around the battlefield let out a painful roar. Her body stretched out, and clumps of beast fur sprouted from her exposed skin; a tail also grew out from behind her.

With her limbs propelling her from the ground, the girl dashed towards the city gate with incredible speed, bypassing the Tree Person.

Roger watched everything from a distance, silently assessing the upper limit of Azumani’s power.

Although Evelyn was fast, to Roger, it was nothing significant. What was noteworthy was Azumani; this old man was indeed very cunning, and his abilities bizarre; he needed to be careful.

The towering Tree People, while healing their wounds, fought against Azumani. Evelyn tried several times to push open the gate but to no avail.

“It’s no use, there’s magic protection on the door.”

“That’s a rose emblem. Without knowing the specific method, we have no way to open this gate!”

“Rose emblem?”

At this, Roger’s eyes lit up.