Chapter 211 Hunting Old Spearhead
Lann deliberately distanced himself from his companions when he launched [Alder Sweep]. It can be said that what affected them was only the aftermath, and the purpose was just to clear the fog in the vicinity.
But even with the aftermath, Lambert was almost knocked over by Lan.
Fortunately, compared to Lambert, the little mist demon was more seriously affected, otherwise he might really be attacked unnoticed.
But Lambert was not surprised but happy, seeing the little mist demon that had been unable to escape pounced on him. Without the cover of the fog, these big-headed guys would lose half of their combat effectiveness.
There was nothing to say about the subsequent battle. Faced with three monsters whose attack power had lost most of their power, Lan could handle it alone, not to mention having Lambert by his side.
Seeing that the wolf sect's demon hunters needed to vent their emotions, Lan restrained his movements. In the subsequent battles, he just used the seals and swords in a regular manner, leaving the main attack position to Lambert.
In just a dozen rounds, the three little fog demons were all killed by the swords of the two demon hunters.
Lan waved his hand to put away the corpses of the three-headed monsters, planning to slowly dissect them when he returned. Turning around, he saw Lambert wiping the blood off the wolf-headed silver sword and coming up to talk to him:
"Our cooperation is quite pleasant... but the tacit understanding needs to be improved."
Lambert obviously meant that he almost almost The one that turned the car over [Alder Sweep·Magic Burst].
"But when I think that Old Spearhead will have to go through this, I can't help but tremble with joy." When he said this, the smile on the corner of Lambert's mouth reminded Lann of Kyaan.
Lambert is said to have friends from the Cat School. Although the other party is definitely a rational cat, Lambert's character can also be seen from it.
"Don't worry." Lann shrugged, "I have prepared a bigger 'surprise' for Old Spearhead."
Other demon hunters also gathered around at this moment.
Eskar looked at the place where the little mist demon created the magical image, and suddenly sighed: "That child's face... I seem to have seen it before. That's our apprentice. He survived the grass trial and the dream trial. Refining, but was blocked at the last level. I remember that he was drowned in this lake. The little mist demon must have remembered his voice and appearance." Geralt's eyes also became sad
: "I remember him too. The hunting method of these little mist monsters is different from that of the harpies. They attract prey from a long distance. That's why they didn't notice that there were actually so many of us, so they didn't run away and were caught by us. Kill."
"Although this apprentice does not have a soul trapped here, it is just an image... But I also feel that he has achieved real liberation at this moment."
Not far away, there were several dark shadows in the pools, which seemed to be Water ghosts or swamp witches, etc., the keen demon hunters noticed their peeping figures early on. But after witnessing the battle and seeing the number of people on the shore, these monsters turned around and dived into the water. There were several ripples as they swam, and they disappeared in an instant.
Vesemir took a deep breath. When he saw the apprentice who died tragically again, he was more sensitive and sad than anyone else. He said half-heartedly: "Let's go, get out of here."
...
There is a small wooden house on the edge of the swamp, and there is a simple dock in front, where the boat used to go to the other side of the mountain lake is tied here.
But at this moment, there is only a small half of a tattered rope connected to the wooden pile, and the boat has drifted far away, almost approaching the center of the lake.
Lann covered his face in embarrassment, obviously this was the effect of the previous attack [Alder Sweep].
Lambert also covered his face: "I made a special knot. In theory, even a storm can't blow the boat away." What to do
now, find someone to jump into the river and row the boat back again?
If the younger generation gets into trouble, the older generation will end up in trouble. In the end, Mossack used natural magic to control the wind direction and blew the sailboat back to the shore.
But then a new problem arose: the sailboat was too small, and it was enough for the sparsely populated Wolf Faction in the past, but now the dozen or so people obviously exceeded the load-bearing capacity of the sailboat.
"Actually, I can open the portal. After the fog is dispelled, I can also see the scene on the other side of the lake. Do you want to come with me?" Faced
with Mossak's smiling suggestion, the demon hunters all retreated. One step, silence.
Letting the sailboat go back and forth twice can actually carry everyone there, but everyone obviously doesn't want to waste this effort. In the end, it was Vesemir and Leitho who stepped forward to choose the portal. After thinking for a moment, Cohen sighed and stood up.
Lan thought for a while and said that he didn't need a sailboat, but he didn't want to pass through the teleportation gate. Instead, he waved his hand and put the mark of [teleportation] on Kolgrim.
There were six people left, just reaching the maximum load capacity of the small sailboat. They made up their mind to swim to the other side even if the boat capsized.
Mossak once again stirred up magic, setting off a gentle strong wind that swept the sailboat across the lake to the other side at a speed it shouldn't have. Then he waved his hands and opened the portal.
Lan waved his hand and rejected Mossack's invitation. From a distance, he saw the witcher on the sailboat preparing to go ashore. He took a step back and his body turned into little emerald brilliance and disappeared in the eyes of everyone in surprise.
"Buzz--"
Geralt felt a burst of bright light suddenly coming from the corner of his sight, which was completely different from the color of the portal. When he turned around, he saw a human-shaped light and shadow that faded and turned into Lann's appearance. He couldn't help but feel Stunned:
"Lan, we have indeed been separated for a while, but it shouldn't be as long as I thought? Your change is really... indescribable." With a "boom", the strong wind blew away the snow on the ground
. A deep pit and a portal appeared on the ground. Cohen and Reso came out staggeringly, followed by Vesemir, who was holding his head slightly with his right hand, and Mossack, who was calm and composed.
Lan noticed the old witcher's condition, which seemed to indicate that it was indeed possible to overcome the weak portal characteristics of the witcher?
"Hey, hey, hey, Cohen." Lambert smiled evilly and moved closer to Cohen. "Did you see the way Lan came here just now? Could you..." "That's enough!" Cohen said
again He couldn't maintain the demeanor of the knight school, "If I knew how to do it, would I still suffer like this!"
Lambert, who was yelled at, stayed away from the griffon witcher with satisfaction and turned around.
In front of you is an unfathomable cave.
The fog around the lake became thicker again at some point, and the white mist accentuated the darkness of the cave. The shallow lake water below everyone's feet was mixed with sticky mud and water plants and extended towards the cave. If you look forward, you can see the wreckage of several sailboats scattered around.
It felt as if the huge mountain in front of me had grown a cruel mouth and chewed up these poor boats.
This is where Old Spearhead lives.
.........
"Get ready." Vesemir agreed.
Everyone continued to take out things from the alchemy backpack straps and began to set traps at the entrance of the cave.
It took about a quarter of an hour before he got up again.
Looking back into the cave, I could still faintly hear a thick sound like muffled thunder. If you are a peasant who doesn't know what's going on, you might be scared and think it's some kind of beast; if you're a knowledgeable adventurer or scholar, you'll seriously explain that it's the noise caused by the special terrain.
But the demon hunters knew that this was really the sound of a giant beast.
"This is the snore of Old Spearhead while he is sleeping." Lambert's face turned serious again, "I will never forget it in my life."
The demon hunters stopped talking and pulled out the silver swords on their backs in a tacit understanding. [Ogre Oil] was carefully applied to the spine of the sword, and the hilt decorated with three different animal heads: griffon, snake, and wolf, seemed to be roaring together at the moment.
[Cat] for night vision, [Swallow] for recovering from injuries, and [Thunder] for strengthening body strength, three bottles of magic potion were consumed by snake and wolf sect demon hunters at the same time; Cohen did not drink [Thunder], instead 【Tawny Owl】.
Normally three bottles of potions are enough for a witcher, but Lann chose to put all four bottles in.
Suddenly, the ten expressionless faces lost their color in a burst of heavy breathing and turned as pale as corpses. Black meridians protruded around the eye sockets, and their sclera became darker than the cave, like vengeful ghosts.
Mossack waved his hand to add a layer of magic shield to himself, and followed the demon hunter step by step into the cave. The darkness swallowed up their figures, like a mountain opening its maw to swallow its prey.
The cave is very high, at least fifteen meters, and a giant can run around freely in it. Moss and unknown plants grow between the cracks in the rock wall. Because the light is dim all year round, they all show a curled-up life posture, ferocious and terrifying.
Ten pairs of glowing eyes were pressed against the rock wall, swimming silently like cats. Lann was worried about Mossak at first and wanted to be at the end of the team to help him. However, he didn't expect that the old druid was particularly comfortable in this environment. Although his agility and flexibility were not as good as those of the witchers, he still It is also more than ordinary mercenaries.
After all, he is an adventurer who has been traveling in the mainland for dozens or hundreds of years, and the druid lineage itself has a bit of magic and martial arts skills. The agility is very reasonable.
Suddenly, Vesemir, who was walking at the front of the team, made a stop gesture and pointed his finger at the ground. What is hidden by the darkness is invisible to the witcher: bones.
There are human ones and there are animal ones. They were all broken off from the middle like biscuits with great force, and many bones were completely broken. There are no gnawing teeth marks on it, because the hardness of these bones cannot leave any "marks" of monsters.
In order not to disturb the sleeping monster, everyone carefully walked around the bone pile. When the wolf faction saw several pieces of children's skulls, their eyes became colder.
Until a certain moment, everyone was shocked and held their breath. In front of him was a huge creature sleeping in the darkness.
"Huh...huh..."
"Lu...lu..."
Thunderous snoring sounded. Everyone was still thirty steps away, but they felt as if a beast was roaring in their ears.
The monster was lying on its back, its chest rising and falling slightly, as it fell into a sweet dream. It was over five meters tall, and its skin was as pale and rough as that of a dead man. A black cloth bag was placed on the head that was half the size of a human, revealing a large, closed eyeball in the center of the cheek.
Its lower body was wearing a pair of dark, greasy, tattered trousers made of canvas. The upper body is naked, revealing gorilla-like arms that reach to the knees. The muscles on them are bulging like hills. Keywords such as "powerful" and "wide attack range" can be judged at the first glance.
The palm is huge enough to crush a whole person to death; when clenched into a fist, it can be compared to a chariot, and it is enough to crack mountains and crack rocks.
.........
Cyclops, classified as [Ogre]. It is a vicious beast brought from another world through the intersection of heaven and earth. It is definitely not a monster that can be bred by the biological chain of the native world.
Its abilities are simple and unpretentious: its huge size gives it a huge attack range and straight-line speed; its surging power is enough to crack mountains and rocks and block rivers; it has excellent defense, it is hard to be hurt by swords and it has not weak weapons. Magic resistance.
Many poems even regard the Cyclops as a kind of "natural disaster", thinking that this creature is definitely not a creature that humans can match.
No one has ever killed a Cyclops head-on in recorded human history, and the only death case of a Cyclops is said to have been more than a hundred years ago in 1112. At that time, scholars discovered the corpse of a Cyclops who died of natural causes. The cause of death was unknown and he was over three hundred years old at the time of death. It was later taken to Cowburg and taxidermied.
Today, there may be the second case of death of a Cyclops in history, and it is a real "kill" death.
All the demon hunters except Lann held their breath when they saw the Cyclops. This was no game. The Demon Hunter's armor plus the [Quen's Seal] cannot block an attack of this magnitude. The difference between having armor and without armor is just that he "died suddenly on the spot" or "died" after being carried back.
Even Lann was prepared to be hit by the resurrection effect of [Undead Clan] for the first time in his life today.
According to the plan prepared in advance, Lei Suo and his companions from his school took the lead in swimming in the darkness like snakes. He took out a variety of poison weapons, alchemical poisons, and inhalation poison mist bombs, and surrounded the giant beast.
Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of natural energy fluctuations suddenly rose from Mossak's body. At that moment, it reminded people of the raging waves of the forest sea.
No longer caring about his hidden whereabouts, Mossak roared, startling the old spearhead in his dream, and also awakening the plants that had been dormant for hundreds of thousands of years in the cave.
Countless plant vines shot out from the cracks in the rock wall, tying up the old spearhead as if they possessed sanity; there were also plant rhizomes falling from the sky at the top of the cave, crushing the old spearhead completely like Mount Tai. Underneath.
Everyone from the Snake Sect rushed forward at the same time, using all kinds of poisons on Old Spearhead as if they were free of charge.
There was a "pop" sound, and Kolgrim felt as if his poison-quenched dagger had struck a leather-tanned shield. It only left a slight scratch, but did not break the defense at all.
Because the dagger was more poisonous, Kolgrim did not use the silver sword, and the same was true for Seret and Oaks. Only Leisuo used the legendary poison sword given by Lan to barely penetrate the skin and penetrate the flesh, causing the wound to begin to bleed with strange-colored blood. But for a Cyclops' size, it's like being stung by a bee.
The others of the Snake Sect who did not believe in evil still wanted to continue, but suddenly they felt the earth shaking, and the plants that bound the old spearhead were suddenly tightened together, and then the roots broke!
Immediately afterwards, Mossack's voice came: "Back! My magic can't trap it!"
The plants spawned by magic are delicate and soft, not as good as the real old wood that has been beaten by wind and rain. It can't stand for long in the face of the force of landslides and earth-shattering.
Kolgrim suddenly threw several [Devil Dust] gas bombs at the Cyclops's face, turned around and ran away. As he stepped forward, he heard a loud noise from behind that almost deafened his ears.
Looking back in a hurry, he saw the Cyclops bulging out a mountain of muscles, and power unimaginable to ordinary people burst out from it. The terrifying whole body violently exerted force along with the roar of thunder, tearing off the roots pressing down on itself and the entire rock wall of the cave.
The rocks smashed down like a blanket, and Kolgrim felt his feet shaking. The cave was in danger of collapsing!
"Run! Run! Run quickly!"
From everyone's perspective, the stone fell from the sky in just a few breaths, and then flew away in all directions as if it had endured an explosion. There was a constant golden light in the darkness. The flickering sign was that the [Quen's Seal] on the fleeing snake sect demon hunter was activated.
"Boom!"
A thunderous voice rumbled, and a figure stood in the darkness again.
The Cyclops's legs were longer than the human body. Seeing that the Snake Faction was in danger of being overtaken, Lann's eyes suddenly glowed with emerald color, and the world suddenly slowed down in his eyes.
[Flash]!
A golden flash of light lit up behind Old Spearhead's head. Lann raised the rune sword high above his head, and with the help of his powerful waist and abdomen, he briefly charged for a breath and slashed it in the air!
"Pfft--"
The blade was shallowly buried one-third of the way through the back of the neck. For the Cyclops, it was just enough to break the skin. Then it was clamped by the muscles and could not go any further.
The old spear head had obviously not been injured for a long time. In the pain, he actually forgot to chase the snake sect's demon hunter and turned around to swat at Lann like a mosquito.
Lan put his feet on the back of Old Spearhead's neck and pulled out his Lake Girl sword with force like pulling out a carrot. Then he was blown by the strong wind on the shop floor and couldn't open his eyes, just like everyone else. The big slap is about to press down.
"Buzz--"
The figure disappeared again in the emerald magic energy, and the Cyclops slapped his neck hard, causing a scream of pain.
Lan appeared: "Hey, Lambert. It seems that the only one who can cause harm to the Cyclops is himself. Can you use your evolved [Axi Sign] to make it hurt itself?" Lambert curled his lips
. : "I think we should give our new friends a chance to show off."
"Don't chat on the battlefield!" Mossak yelled, "Lan, how about it, can you use your strange sword skills to deal with it?"
Although from life In terms of level and lethality, the Cyclops is far inferior to the ancient deer-headed spirit that Lan En and his team dealt with, and even inferior to the deer-headed spirit. However, demon hunters are more willing to encounter monsters with obvious weaknesses such as the deer-headed spirit, because this means that as long as there is targeted preparation, they can still hunt.
But the Cyclops is like a hexagonal warrior, and you can only use stupid methods to defeat it. This is why the Wolf Faction has not dealt with the old spearhead for so many years.
This is like a wonderful circular ecological chain. The witcher can use some means to kill the deer-headed spirit. The deer-headed spirit can kill the cyclops in the forest, and the cyclops can make the normal witcher helpless and lead to death.
In particular, Old Spearhead is also one of the best among the Cyclops, just like the ordinary "deer-headed spirit" and the "ancient deer-headed spirit".
Fortunately, Lann is not an ordinary demon hunter. Recalling the feel of the New Year's Sword Technique just now, Lann nodded: "It takes some time to accumulate strength, but it can be cut." "To be honest, I regret not bringing it with me when I go out
. The bed crossbow is out!"
Mossack knew a little about the effects of some of Lan's system skills that were commonly used in combat. The other witchers didn't know why, but they chose to believe it.
"Then follow the plan!"
The demon hunters staggered with each other, and then patted the ground together. Suddenly the entire cave was covered with the purple brilliance of [Arden's Seal], forming a magic array. Each circular formation was barely close to the edge to prevent accidental injury to other comrades.
Old Spearhead rushed over and ran into it. Purple light clung to his upper body, and the giant with extremely high magic resistance staggered, slightly blocked, but still carrying the aura of a landslide.
Seeing this, Lan also joined the team, slapped the ground with one hand, and suddenly raised an Arden magic circle that was larger than everyone combined. After the superposition of many factors, Old Spearhead's figure finally slowed down visibly to the naked eye.
Vesemir waved his silver sword in Lann's magic circle in surprise, feeling the unobstructed body: "Your seal can really distinguish between ourselves and the enemy." At the same time,
watching Lann's seal turn into purple lightning It hit the giant's body, causing sparks to fly from time to time. Cohen fell into deep thought.
"Don't be stupid, retreat!"
Everyone ran towards the entrance of the cave. Only with the delay of [Arden's Seal] were they able to outrun the Cyclops, whose legs were longer than humans.
Light soon appeared in front of them again. Upon seeing this, the demon hunters slowed down slightly and carefully avoided the traps previously laid by their group.
Lan En was so unscrupulous that he spotted a clay pot that was halfway out of the ground and kicked it all the way. Pungent green smoke suddenly filled the air.
This is [Dragon Dream] that releases flammable gas.
On the side, there are more [Dancing Stars], [Beehive], and [Devil Dust]. A rough count is over a hundred.
(End of chapter)