There were many stories about a man like the Blood God. This man was the most cruel, but no less professional witcher, who could exterminate an entire nation in a day. People didn't like him, because people never trusted witchers in principle. They didn't like him, but no one expressed this dislike. They were afraid of what he might do in anger. No one wanted to die.

He was sitting in a bar today. I decided to take a break after a hard day. His horse, Carl, was tied to a stall outside. He wasn't worried about him, everyone in the neighborhood knew whose horse it was and wouldn't do anything to him. A large mug of beer was already raised to his lips, but Technoblade did not have time to take a sip, because he was distracted from his rest by your voice communicating to him.