Chapter 50: Palm Forty-eight Mossak came to clean the battlefield (please read it, recommend it).
The demon hunter jumped forward, hugged Lan, and rolled out with him, avoiding the giant griffon that finally fell like a mountain. Body.
The two of them rolled away four or five yards together. Finally, they had no more strength and fell to the ground together, breathing heavily.
Lan turned his head slightly and looked at the great griffon. The injured spine could no longer move. Only its head and half of its wings were left. It was still twitching in vain uncontrollably, and a large splash of blood sprayed out like a fountain. The land beneath it is no longer possible.
Won.
Lan was dressed in rough clothes and looked at the witcher: "If you don't mind, can you move?"
Geralt pressed on Lan in a very awkward posture, tried to move, and found that his whole body was in Out of strength: "I need to regain some strength first. If you really can't stand it anymore, you can get out first." The
big griffon shook its head like a flashback, squeezed its own poison glands and sprayed the last acid into every place it could reach. In the corner, it even affected Geralt on the side.
A layer of golden protection wrapped around the demon hunter's body that was about to dissipate flashed away, isolating the acid attack.
[Quen's Sign]: Releases a protective film that can absorb damage.
This time-limited defensive seal had not been triggered during the battle. Unexpectedly, it was about to dissipate now that the battle was over.
Lann looked at the demon hunter who was pressing on him as a shield to block the acid, and then at the large gryphon that was still twitching, and said with lingering fear: "Actually... if you really like it, you can do it first Stay like this."
Geralt's face was expressionless, but slightly green. He didn't have the strength to cast another layer of Quen's seal.
Fortunately, at this moment, the system voice sounded:
[Character Level +1]
Lann breathed a sigh of relief. The monster-killing experience was gained, which meant that the big griffon was completely dead.
At the same time, a voice that sounded like a holy sigh also came as expected:
[Mission - Isolated - Completed]
The toxins, injuries, and fatigue were all cleared away at the moment of upgrading, and Lann returned to perfect condition.
He immediately tried his best to push the demon hunter away from him.
At this time, the attendants happened to have recovered from the battle. They had just gotten up from the ground and ran towards Lann before they had time to check their injuries. The dryads all gathered around Ellie, and almost Soldiers from Blochlon Town went out to check Levin's injuries.
Several others came up with spears to poke at the griffin's body.
The attendants took off Lann's helmet in a hurry, revealing the handsome face that had recovered. Although it was covered with sweat and blood, his complexion was ruddy and full of energy.
"I'm fine. You guys should check your own conditions and take care of the wounded if you can."
Lann shook his head at the attendants, turned to the honey-haired tree spirit and shouted: "Bryan, Ciri What?"
Hearing only a whistle from the other party, Black Wind slowly walked out of the woods carrying Xili on his back. The little girl hugged the horse's neck tightly and did not dare to let go. Her body was tightly tied to the saddle by vines.
Geralt turned his head and looked around. The dryads, human soldiers, griffins, and great griffins turned their heads again. He really has no strength left, and Brokilon's Water seems to have some staying power.
"So, what happened when I was asleep?"
The demon hunter wondered expressionlessly, and suddenly felt the ground beneath him tremble slightly, and the fine sand and gravel began to beat irregularly.
Everyone's eyes were looking towards one place, and a group of cavalry appeared from the end of the road.
The leading knight rides a gray horse, is strong and wears no armor. He had a blond beard, wore a sealskin coat and a tartan-patterned woolen belt.
"Uncle Mossak!" Shirley jumped up excitedly.
Lan straightened up due to alertness and lay back down again. Although the physical injuries have recovered, the mental injuries are unavoidable. Once the tense nerves relax, he doesn't want to move.
The gray horse stepped forward, and Mossack raised a staff made of oak and shook it vigorously. An invisible breeze suddenly appeared on the field, making the trees in the forest rustle.
The invisible natural energy spread, and Geralt suddenly felt that his body had regained some strength. Stretching his sore muscles and joints, he nodded towards Mossak as a greeting.
"He's still alive!" The scouts in Blochlon Town suddenly shouted, and they surrounded Levin at a loss.
The young man was still alive, but he was about to die. The great gryphon, which was in perfect condition, poured out all its strength and dented his sternum with a blow. At this time, Levin had completely lost consciousness. He was breathing more out than in. He was clearly on his deathbed.
Mossack came forward to check the situation, but even the Druid, who was world-famous for his healing skills, could only shake his head after seeing Levin's condition.
"Uncle Mossack, is there nothing we can do?" Lann stepped forward and asked, "He is a warrior, and he should have a more promising future."
Mossack glanced again, but still shook his head: "He is injured. It's very heavy. If I were in the Druid Circle, I could still try, but it's really impossible here."
Lann thought for a while, suddenly looked at the dryad beside him, turned around and asked, "Then if it's just What about just hanging his life? Just let him survive a day and a night?"
Druid carefully touched Levin's wound: "It's difficult, but not impossible. I happened to have a few bottles with me that would work. The potion can put him into a state of suspended animation."
"That's enough."
Lann said, turning to walk towards Airlie. The sister of the Dryad Queen was communicating with her companions. They were very concerned about the sudden appearance of Cintra. The knights were deeply on guard and had retreated to the edge of the woods, ready to retreat into the forest at any time.
Seeing Lan step forward, their defenses slowly relaxed.
"Ms. Airlie, I need your help."
"Say it, Lann of Cintra, congratulations on finding your princess. Brian told me what happened in Duan Kanal, and With the agreement between you and my sister, we can barely be considered friends now."
Lann pointed in the direction of Levin: "Ms. Aisna and I have preliminary plans for peaceful coexistence between my town and Brochlon in the future, and That warrior is the grandson of the mayor of the town. In the future, he will be the person in charge of communicating with Brochlon, but he is dying now."
Lann said sincerely: "I want to ask for the help of the tree spirits to bring He brought Duan Kanal for treatment."
Airlie looked at the direction of Lann's finger, thought for a while and agreed: "That is indeed a brave warrior. He also fought against the griffon many times. You protected me and my companions."
She paused, and then said: "We can help stabilize his injury temporarily and take him back. But whether he survives later depends on my sister's arrangements." Thank you
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