The Divine Hunter Chapter 32: Griffin attacks
The sky is clear.
East of Novigrad, the breeze blows through the grassland on the river bank.
In the high indigo sky, two huge figures were flapping their wings and hovering around each other.
One of them is covered with brown down, has the body of a griffin and the head of an eagle, and its dark eyes exude the indifference and arrogance of an apex predator.
The other one is larger, comparable to an adult buffalo, with a gray-black body and a streamlined body like a cat.
The skin is covered with amphibian scales and bird feathers, a pair of wings with hooks protruding from the tips, and a slender snake-like tail.
The head is like a rooster, with a short and sharp beak and a bright red comb.
Amber eyes flashed with cruelty and cunning.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched scream!
The griffon transformed into a yellow whirlwind and flew towards the petrified cockatrice.
"Bang!"
The two winged beasts collided fiercely and fought fiercely - their sharp beaks pecked at their heads and necks, their wings hugged their wings, and their paws hooked their paws, making a noisy and harsh roar.
Wandering and spinning high in the sky!
Like a couple madly venting their resentment.
A large amount of smelly blood, gray and yellow feathers, and black scales were sprinkled from high altitude.
They suddenly separated again!
The chest and abdomen were covered with shocking blood.
Both sides suffer!
However, the gryphon is still young.
He suffered a huge loss in terms of strength and size. He also had no scales and armor, and the wounds were deeper!
The light in the vertical pupils was obviously dimmed, and he suddenly flapped his wings and turned around.
"Hoho—" it whined and plummeted toward the ground.
"Europe——"
"Europe——"
The cry of the petrified cockatrice was filled with joy and pride, and the amber pupils were even more cruel.
Flapping his wings, he followed closely behind the griffin.
"Whoosh——"
A brief and rapid vibration of the bowstring!
A silver arrow suddenly flew out of the bushes, and a shrill blood flower burst out from the red comb of the petrified cockatrice.
A cry of pain, like a kite with a broken string, plummeting towards the green grass.
But in the process of falling.
An orange fireball once again passed through the air, leaving an afterimage of high temperature and hitting its body without any bias.
The hot flames jumped up to the neck along the black feathers between the chest and abdomen.
The beast that landed on the ground roared and rolled with sparks, and bursts of dust flew up from the ground.
The huge wings carry up dirt and plant debris.
But wait until the flames are extinguished.
A tall and tall figure suddenly appeared from the bushes.
The index finger of the right hand lightly presses the trigger, and the left hand quickly outlines the red talisman.
A series of silver light and orange flames were fired at the same time, and the petrified cockatrice was caught off guard.
The sharp crossbow arrow penetrated the flesh and blood, penetrated into its left eye, and entered without any feathers.
The impact of the fireball explosion enveloped its huge body and turned it somersault sideways.
The flames are still burning wildly.
The dark gold pupils of the demon hunter become deep——
Petrified cockatrice
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Minor life injury)
Magic power: 120
Attributes:
Strength:26
Agility:20
Physique: 28
Perception:9
Will:8
Charm:5
Spirit:12
Skills:
The sub-dragon species (passive solidification): The petrified cockatrice has a thin trace of dragon blood in its body, with a constitution +10, and its thick scaly skin can effectively resist all kinds of blows, and it also has good resistance to flames, strong acids, and venom. .
Cone Tail Strike lv5: The petrified cockatrice is as fast as thunder and uses its tail to whip the target.
Sound Wave Shock LV6: Due to the special structure of its throat and vocal cords, the petrified cockatrice can emit sound waves of a unique frequency at targets within 5 meters, making them dizzy and lose their balance.
……
"Whoosh——"
The air rippled, and a ghostly figure followed the speeding crossbow arrow, spanning dozens of meters in an instant, and appeared on top of the petrified cockatrice's head.
The dark gold and silver-gray eyes seemed to be ignited with flames.
The face is covered with frost!
The dark red sword blade in his hand was raised above his head.
On the exposed forearms, slender muscles bulged like loaches!
Hit from top to bottom with incredible speed!
"Shua——"
Half of the sword cut into the flesh and bone, and Arondette got stuck in its cervical spine.
Blood covered the sword body, and a star-shaped rune suddenly lit up.
The petrified cockatrice's shrill wail is deafening.
Wiggling his body wildly in an attempt to knock the parasite off his head.
The next second, its amber pupils quickly reflected the overwhelming **** tentacles.
Wrap your body tightly and hold it in place!
The petrified cockatrice has a pair of shield-like wings crossed in front of it, so the door behind it is wide open, leaving it defenseless.
The injured griffin beast took the opportunity to launch a ferocious revenge!
His hind legs and wings flapped on the grass, and his body jumped five or six meters, like a golden carriage hitting the petrified cockatrice's back hard.
The long beak and hook-like claws crazily broke open its scales, feathers, and skin!
Bring out a splendid rain of flesh and blood.
And the demon hunter standing on top of his head pulled out the Sword of the Lake Lady.
Once again, there was a bone-deep wound on the neck - an angry slash!
……
The wound expanded deeper and larger.
Blood dripped out like a fountain and dyed the grass red.
However, the dragon species is known for its strong vitality and defense. It quickly recovered from the "shock", shook its body angrily, and charged forward, leaving the demon hunter and griffon behind.
It **** its thick and wide wings and flies high into the sky.
Its **** back was exposed again.
The sound of "swish" is endless.
The witcher waved his hands rapidly.
Pull the trigger with your right hand and draw the seal with your left hand!
The guidance arrow plus the fireball flooded the dark wings on its left side like a violent storm,
"Click!"
The petrified cockatrice rose less than ten meters, its left wing suddenly broke, and it fell to the ground in a panic.
Look up again.
The amber pupils were filled with crazy blood, and they suddenly threw away all defenses and pounced on the demon hunter.
But its severe injuries greatly slowed down its speed and reactions.
In addition, although its forward attack is powerful, its preparation posture is too obvious.
The well-prepared demon hunter has already seen through this monotonous attack mode, and his body is as flexible as a dancer on the tip of a knife——
Rolling over and over again, constantly consuming its physical energy. After rolling, it got up at a faster speed, and Arondette took advantage of the situation and struck a sword.
The dragon oil covering the blade burns the skin under the scales, and "Gluttony" absorbs the flowing blood and the lost life.
The witcher is not greedy for attack.
The star-shaped rune gradually lights up after absorbing enough blood.
The petrified cockatrice used its python-like tail to brush against each other twice, but most of its power was offset by the golden shield.
The sonic attack was blocked by the dark shield flowing on the demon hunter's body.
He was virtually unscathed.
The injured griffon inherited its master's cunning, and kept attacking the petrified cockatrice's back with its sharp beak and claws.
Once it attracts its attention, it immediately takes off and escapes.
The demon hunter and the griffin cooperated tacitly, attacking from the front and back, and fought with it for a minute,
A Zerikan girl with a Mohawk haircut, wheat complexion, and a fit figure emerged from behind a willow tree not far away and joined the battle. Her crossbow hit almost every target, causing it a lot of trouble.
The petrified cockatrice is covered in cuts and bruises.
As the battle continues, the "suppression" effect begins to appear.
The residual image of the **** tentacles hovered behind the demon hunter, and every few seconds, it wrapped around its body like a giant python, causing it to fall into a state of confusion and stay in place.
The petrified cockatrice's reaction became more and more sluggish, its amber eyes dimmed, its breathing was like a broken bellows, its body was stretched from left to right, and it was difficult to maintain stability.
At a certain moment, the witcher easily bypassed its slow wing beats, walked around to its left side, raised his sword high and slashed down.
A red flame ignited on the sword.
With his slash as fast as a thunderbolt!
The sword separated the flesh, muscles, and bones on the neck of the petrified lizard with force like breaking bamboo. It broke the ground beneath it, creating a straight sword mark that exuded the smell of blood, like a burning flame.
A rooster head magnified a hundred times rolled to the feet of the witcher.
The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud, splashing with grass clippings and dust, its wings and legs still twitching.
The incision on the neck was as smooth as a mirror, with green smoke coming out.
"Kill the petrified cockatrice, experience +260"
Roy wiped Arondette comfortably and took a look at the experience points——
For the past six months as a demon hunter, he summoned evil spirits once a month and rode a gorfin to hunt every day, so he could save so much experience.
But don’t rush to level up just yet.
The gryphon on the other side looks like a playful child, covering its head with fluttering gray wings. It naughtily twists its **** towards the body of the petrified cockatrice, and makes a strange cry of "roar...", showing off its power!
Kandila used a scimitar to stab the petrified cockatrice, which was half the size of a normal human body. Its ugly and terrifying head was gathered in mid-air. Her index finger dipped into the thick and smelly blood, and went to its cheeks. Outlining the charming **** crescent moon.
Then, he hooked the demon hunter's neck and danced around, showing him his **** and plump body.
"Haha, Roy, you are so skilled! If you were in the Zerikan Desert, you would at least be a five-star hunter."
The demon hunter wiped his sweat. In fact, after the second green grass trial, ordinary monsters with second-level attributes were no longer his opponent.
Even the more difficult sub-dragons.
He developed an extremely safe battle plan. He would first use the fury flames and hand crossbows to strike from a distance to destroy the enemy's mobility, and then move in close, let the long sword drink blood, and accumulate star-shaped runes...
Relying on nearly 300 points of magic power and a wide variety of tactical skills, you can dodge by surprise and "activate" to continue your life.
Nothing goes wrong.
Until five runes are lit up, a fatal strike will be launched.
If there is another Wolfen raiding formation, it will be absolutely foolproof.
In the past few months, he relied on this method to kill several difficult opponents.
"I can't do it without you and Gorfen."
"Excessive modesty is hypocrisy! The most I can do is scratch it and break the skin a little bit." Cantila waved a machete and helped peel the skin, while talking passionately, "You can kill this beautiful animal." The creature is all thanks to you... Well... it is more ferocious than the Desert Gila monster, and it is worth two tattoos no matter what!"
"Can you help me choose a style?"
The witcher was noncommittal.
"You don't want it? How should I thank you?" Cantila's eyes were bright.
"No need to thank you. The pharmacy, old Moore, Susie and Xiao Mino are all thanks to you for taking care of us."
"And I promised that I would take you to hunt monsters, and I will keep my word." Roy squatted down and began to skillfully dissect and dissect the sub-dragon. There were treasures all over his body.
In addition, the melee attributes of the petrified cockatrice all exceeded 20 points, which also increased the progress of advanced demon hunters.
Kandila paused, "Then I will use its claws and teeth to make two necklaces, one for you."
Roy then readily agreed.
"Good partner! Next time there is a big guy, I will come to you again!" Cantila breathed hot breath into his ear,
"Yeah."
"By the way...your precious 'Hound' is covered in wounds."
"Thank you for your concern." Roy put the round petrified cockatrice mutant into the space and glanced at the gryphon that was peeping in the grass and eating herbs to heal. "In fact, the Griffin is born with the ability to heal quickly. ”
The next second, the witcher activated the healing skill of the mount, and the magic value in his body slowly decreased, while the **** wounds around Golfin healed quickly and visibly to the naked eye.
It fawningly came to its owner's feet, rubbing its big plush head against his legs like a baby.
……
After disposing of the body of the petrified cockatrice, wash away the blood in the nearby river water.
Kandila returned to Nuo City with several sharp teeth and claws to customize the necklace.
Roy rides the Galfin and flies back to Gawain's house in the suburbs.
The orange sun sets in the west, and Gaowen's house is covered with a layer of magnificent gauze.
In the classroom, Eskar taught seven students in a calm manner.
The bald man was in the newly built alchemy room on the right side of the classroom, explaining the refining process of a certain conventional potion to three children with a straight face.
Selected from fifteen students, these three seeds are obsessed with alchemy and have certain talents.
Vicky, Renee, and a short boy named Conrad
Behind a few people is an alchemy platform that looks like an earthen stove, which Roy is very familiar with. Bags of dried herbs are displayed on it. You can also see pestles, sand bowls, and smokers. A big, steaming iron pot...
Roy looked dazed for a moment. In the past few months, he had done a lot of alchemy and mastered the refining process of five basic magic potions including "Black Blood".
The gold and silver pupils turned to the outside of the yard, twenty meters away from Gawain's house, under the cover of a simple wooden ceiling, a flame was burning in a furnace made of bricks.
Vesemir is wearing a thick gray cotton apron, holding iron tongs with his cotton-gloved left hand to take out the red-hot embryo in the furnace.
Put it on the anvil.
With the other hand, he raised a small black hammer, and with the exciting sound of "dang, dang, dang," Vesemir's movements carried an unspeakable rhythm. Rotator embryo.
Mars flew playfully in the air like fireflies.
The embryo gradually transformed into a regular shape under the old man's hands.
Two boys in aprons, Quintus and Feodor, stared at him without blinking, observing his every move and listening to his teachings.
The eyes sparkle like stars.
Similarly, these are two "chosen sons" in the direction of forging.
Not far from them stood a row of completed hoes and pitchforks.
……
Roy continued to look to the left.
Beyond the wooden fence, there are several neatly harvested fields of radishes, turnips and spinach.
Oakes and Serrit are wielding hoes, instructing the three boys Oreo, Terry and Beam to loosen the soil and sow the seeds of vegetables and eggplants...
Roy couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene three months ago.
After the children in the orphanage become educated and literate, they are not willing to become full-time farmers.
It wasn't until the witcher promised to teach additional hunting skills - bows, arrows and traps that the three little guys were fooled.
……
At this moment, beside the wooden pile in the courtyard of Gawain's house.
The sun illuminated four sweaty figures.
Monty, Akamtom, Chanem, and Lloyd are playing with the training swords smoothly and freely, rehearsing the five sword stances in a precise manner, from the top stance to the tail stance, with small arms and thin legs. , because it lacks strength and has no deterrent effect.
But the posture is standard.
The white-haired witcher was still pointing and correcting every tiny movement beside them.
……
"Roy, have you taken care of the petrified cockatrice?" Lambert and Aiden emerged from the alder bushes not far away, winking at his companions with a playful smile. "Don't need help?"
"Don't even look at who's coming, let alone the Gorfen raiding formation." Roy threw a dark hook-like fingernail.
"My little Golfin is less than one year old, don't always let him participate in such dangerous missions!" Lambert's pupils shrank, and he glanced unwillingly at the figure of the divine horse hovering above the alder forest. "You should advise it. Witchers should have the same rights as children!"
This is a benefit that Roy gives to the orphanage. Children who behave well will have the opportunity to travel on a griffon with him.
As for the demon hunters, after the initial shock, they gradually accepted the astonishing fact that Golfin was a gryphon. Roy brought too many surprises.
They are already a little numb.
Then I thought about it, and some demon hunters wanted to experience the feeling of riding a griffin and soaring into the sky.
But the proud griffin beast, accompanied by its master, carried the students of the orphanage, and had suffered enough.
It rejects other witchers.
Roar!
Gulfen, who was hovering in the sky, suddenly dropped a piece of turf, hitting Lambert's mountain-shaped hairline.
Roar!
The cry was full of disdain.
Lambert stretched out his hand to grasp sadly.
"Where are you two? Have you caught the human trafficker?"
"After more than four months of arrest, who dares to take action against a child without opening his eyes?" Aiden shook his head, "All in all, this joint operation between us and Chapelle can be called a complete victory."
"Snakes, insects, rats, and ants are all hibernating."
In half a year.
The witchers used the Collector's connections to get in touch with Sheriff Chapelle and introduced him to the Alliance.
In order to consolidate his position in the Eternal Fire, Chapelle used his reputation to weave a protective network and began to crack down on the human smuggling trade in Novigrad.
As his ally, the demon hunter also shared part of his tasks, often sending members to patrol the streets and alleys of Nuo City, and captured more than ten groups of human traffickers and slave catchers in total.
Received a huge commission of thousands of crowns
And Chapelle and the Collector bear all the pressure from the top.
In addition, Dandelion and Pucilla compiled several wonderful dramas based on these actions to praise the witchers' good deeds. For example, "The Guardian of Nuo City who walks between black and white."
The business of dance halls and pharmacies has also been stable.
"Kian and Cat Vulture are still guarding the laboratory, right? It's been more than four months. I wonder how it's progressing?" Lambert muttered.
Suddenly, without warning, a loud rumbling sound erupted, and a square door emerged from the void next to the courtyard of Gawain's house.
The demon hunters in the classroom, alchemy room, blacksmith shop, and farmland all turned their gazes.
Wearing a black silk dress and flaming red lips, Rita Nied jumped out of the vortex door lightly.
The blue eyes turned and caught a glimpse of the demon hunter with dark gold eyes whom he had not seen for a long time.
"Da da da" As the high-heeled shoes were running quickly, carrying the fragrant scent of roses, the sorceress rushed up and gave her a heavy hug. Her two calves were playfully tilted back, and the high heels touched her buttocks.
Give me a passionate kiss.
"Well..."
The children in the classroom opened their mouths.
The four apprentices under the wooden pile were thoughtful and remembered what Karl said about the grove theory.
But in a daze, he was hit head-on by Geralt.
When Lambert saw this, he was jealous and furious, "Is it wrong? You two are so impatient. Can you pay attention to the impact and distinguish the occasion? Is it appropriate for you to be so affectionate in front of a group of children~IndoMTL.com~?"
"Cough, cough..."
"Shut up, Lambert! Go **** yourself!" The sorceress panted, turning her head and giving him a displeased look.
The latter's breathing was stagnant and his face was ashen. Can he still make it?
For the first time in his life, he regretted his drunkenness that night.
Aiden's cheek twitched violently and he turned his head.
And Rita Nied straightened the clothes of the people around her, her face turned serious, her eyebrows tightened, and she raised her chin slightly,
"Masters, the time has come, enter the portal!"
"What do you mean?" Vesemir came over at some point, his amber eyes filled with deep expectations.
Everyone held their breath together.
"Karl's trial has almost come to an end!"