When Lann launched the [Alder Sweep], he deliberately distanced himself from his companions. It can be said that what affected them was only the aftermath, and the purpose was only to clear the fog nearby.
But even in the aftermath, Lambert was almost blown over by Lane.
Fortunately, compared to Lambert, the little fog demon was more seriously affected, otherwise he might have been attacked without being careful.
But Lambert was not surprised but happy, watching the little fog monster that had no way to escape pounce on it. Without the cover of the fog, these big-headed guys would have wasted half of their combat power.
There is nothing much to say about the battle that followed. Facing three monsters whose attack power had been mostly lost, Lann was enough to handle them alone, not to mention that there was Lambert by his side.
Seeing that the wolf-faction witcher particularly needed to vent his emotions, Lann restrained his actions. In the subsequent battles, he just used the conventional magic signs and swords, and gave the main attack position to Lambert.
After just a dozen rounds, all three little fog monsters were killed by the swords of the two demon hunters.
Lann waved his hand and collected the three-headed monster's body, intending to slowly dissect it when he got back. Turning back, he saw Lambert wiping the blood off the wolf-headed silver sword and came up to talk to him:
"Our cooperation is quite pleasant...but we need to improve our tacit understanding a little more."
Lambert was obviously referring to the [Alder Sweep·Magic Burst] that almost caused him to fall.
"But when I think about what Old Spearhead will have to go through in a while, I can't help but tremble with joy." When he said this, the smile on Lambert's lips reminded Lan vaguely of Kaiyan.
It is said that Lambert has a friend who is a cat scholar. Although the other party is definitely a rational cat, Lambert's personality can also be seen from him.
"Don't worry." Lann shrugged, "I have prepared a bigger 'surprise' for Old Spearhead."
The other demon hunters also gathered around at this moment.
Eskar looked at the place where the little mist demon had just created the magic image, and suddenly sighed, "That child's face... I seem to have seen him before. He was our apprentice. He survived the Green Grass Trial and the Dream Trial, 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 turned sad. "I remember him, too. The hunting method of these little mist monsters is different from that of the harpies. They attract their prey from a distance. That's why they didn't notice that there were so many of us, so they didn't run away and were killed by us."
"Although this apprentice's soul is not trapped here, but only an image... I also feel that he has truly been liberated at this moment."
Not far away, several dark figures could be seen in the water pools. They seemed to be water ghosts or swamp witches. The sharp-eyed demon hunters had spotted their peeping figures early on. However, after witnessing the battle and seeing the number of people on the shore, these demons turned around and dived into the water, creating ripples as they swam, and disappeared in an instant.
Vesemir took a deep breath. Seeing his apprentice's tragic death, he was more sensitive and sad than anyone else. He said listlessly, "Let's go, leave here."
…
There is a small wooden house on the edge of the swamp, and there is a simple dock in front of it, where small boats for going to the other side of the mountain lake are tied here.
But at this moment, there was only a small piece of tattered rope connected to the wooden pile, and the boat had been swaying and drifting far away, almost approaching the center of the lake.
Lann covered his face in embarrassment. Apparently this was the effect of the [Alder Sweep] from before.
Lambert also covered his face: "I tied a special knot. In theory, even a storm can't blow the boat away."
What should we do now? Should we find someone to jump into the river and row the boat back?
The younger generation caused the trouble, and the elders ended it. In the end, Mossak used natural magic to control the wind direction and blew the sailboat back to the shore.
But then a new problem arose: this sailboat was too small. It was sufficient for the Wolf Clan, which had a small number of people in the past, but now with a total of eleven people, it was obviously beyond the load-bearing capacity of the sailboat.
"Actually, I can open a portal. After the fog is dispelled, I can also see the scene on the other side of the lake. Do any of you want to join me?"
Faced with Mossak's smiling proposal, the witchers all took a step back and remained silent.
In fact, letting the sailboat go back and forth twice could carry everyone, but everyone obviously didn't want to waste the effort. In the end, Vesemir and Reso stepped forward and chose the portal. After thinking for a moment, Cohen also sighed and stood up.
Lan thought about it and said that he didn't need the sailboat, but he didn't want to go through the portal. Instead, he waved his hand and put a [Teleport] mark on Kolgrim.
The remaining six people just reached the maximum load limit of the small sailboat. They were determined to swim to the other side even if the boat capsized.
Mossak summoned his magic once more, creating 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 to reject Mossak's invitation. He saw from afar that the witcher on the sailboat was preparing to go ashore. He took a step back, and his body turned into emerald light and disappeared in the surprised eyes of everyone.
“Buzz——”
Geralt felt a sudden burst of light from the corner of his vision, which was completely different from the color of the portal. He turned around and saw a human-shaped shadow faded and turned into Lann. He was stunned:
"Lan, we have indeed been apart for some time, but it shouldn't be as long as I thought, right? The changes in you are really... hard for me to describe."
With a "boom", the gust of wind blew a deep pit in the snow on the ground, and a portal appeared on the ground. Cohen and Reso staggered out of it, followed by Vesemir, who was holding his head with his right hand, and Mossak, who was calm and composed.
Lann noticed the old demon hunter's condition, which seemed to indicate that the demon hunter's weak portal characteristics could indeed be overcome?
"Hey, hey, Cohen." Lambert approached Cohen with a wicked smile, "Did you see the way Lan came over just now? Would you..."
"That's enough!" Cohen could no longer maintain his chivalrous demeanor. "If I knew how to do this, would I have to endure this?"
After being yelled at, Lambert moved away from the Griffin Witcher with satisfaction and turned around.
Before my eyes was an unfathomable cave.
The fog around the lake had thickened again, and the white fog made the cave darker. The shallow lake water mixed with sticky mud and water plants stretched out towards the cave, and the wreckage of several sailboats could be seen scattered around.
It felt as if the giant mountain in front of them had grown a brutal mouth and was chewing these poor little boats into pieces.
This is where the old spearhead lives.
…
"Get ready," Vesemir decided.
Everyone kept taking things out from the alchemy backpacks and began to set traps at the entrance of the cave.
It was about a quarter of an hour later that he got up again.
Looking back into the cave, one could still hear a thick, thunderous sound. If a farmer or villager didn't know what was going on, he might have thought it was some ferocious beast; if a learned adventurer or scholar was involved, he would have explained that it was the sound of the wind caused by the special terrain.
But the demon hunters knew that this was indeed the voice of a giant beast.
"That's the snoring of old Spearhead." Lambert's face became serious again. "I'll never forget it in my life."
The demon hunters stopped talking and drew their silver swords in unison. [Ogre Oil] was carefully smeared on the sword spine, and the hilts were decorated with three different animal heads: a griffin, a snake, and a wolf, which seemed to be roaring together at the moment.
The three bottles of magic potion, namely the [Cat] for night vision, the [Swallow] for healing injuries, and the [Thunder] for strengthening body strength, were swallowed by the snake and wolf faction witchers at the same time; Cohen did not drink the [Thunder], but drank the [Tawny Owl] instead.
Three bottles of potion are enough for a normal witcher, but Lan chose to go all in on the above four bottles.
Suddenly, ten expressionless faces turned pale as corpses amid heavy breathing. Black veins popped up around their eye sockets, and their sclera became darker than the cave, like vengeful ghosts.
Mossak 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 huge mouth to swallow its prey.
The cave was very high, at least fifteen meters high, and a giant could run around freely inside. Mosses and unknown plants grew in the cracks of the rock walls, and because the light was dim all year round, they all showed a curled-up posture of life, which was hideous and terrifying.
Ten pairs of glowing eyes were attached to the rock wall, moving silently like cats. Lan was worried about Mossak at first, and wanted to walk at the end of the team to help him, but he didn't expect that the old druid was particularly comfortable in this environment. Although his agile and flexible body was not as good as that of a demon hunter, it was better than that of an ordinary mercenary.
After all, he was an adventurer who had traveled the continent for dozens or hundreds of years, and the druid lineage itself had the idea of practicing both magic and martial arts. His agility was reasonable.
突然，走在队伍最前方的维瑟米尔做出了停止的手势，他的手指了指地下。被黑暗隐藏起来的东西在猎魔人的眼中无所遁形：是枯骨。
有人类的，也有动物的。它们都好像饼干一样被用巨力从中整个掰断，很多骨头碎得很彻底。上面看不到什么啃食的牙印，因为以这些骨头的硬度根本留不下怪物的“印”。
为了不惊动那头沉睡的怪物，众人小心翼翼地绕过骨堆。狼派在看到几片孩童颅骨的时候，眼神变得愈加冰冷。
直到某一刻，所有人浑身一震，屏住了呼吸。眼前是一个沉睡在黑暗中的庞然大物。
“呼……呼……”
“噜……噜……”
如雷的鼾声响起。众人离着还有三十步远，却感到似乎有猛兽就在自己耳边咆哮。
这怪物正仰面倒地，胸膛微微起伏，陷入美梦之中。它超过五米高，皮肤苍白、粗糙犹如死人。足有半个人大小的脑袋上套着一只黑色的布袋，露出脸颊中央一枚硕大的、合拢的眼球。
它的下身穿着一条漆黑油腻，帆布裹成的破烂长裤。上身**，露出好似大猩猩一般长到膝盖的胳膊，上面的肌肉宛若小山一般隆起，让人看到的第一眼就能够判断出来“力量大”、“攻击范围广”一类的关键词。
手掌巨大，足够将一整个人捏死；握成拳头也堪比战车，足够开山裂石。
……
独眼巨人，分类【食人魔】。它是经由天球交汇而从异界带来的凶物，绝对不是本土世界的生物链所能够孕育出来的怪物。
它的能力朴实而无华：巨大的体型，让它获得极大的攻击范围和直行速度；澎湃的力量，足够开山裂石、阻断河流；绝佳的防御力，刀剑难伤而且还有不弱的魔抗。
很多诗歌里面甚至把独眼巨人当做了“天灾”的一种，认为这绝对不是人类能够力敌的生物。
人类历史记载以来从没人正面击杀过独眼巨人，唯一一例独眼巨人的死亡案例据说是在一百多年前的1112年。当时学者们发现了一具自然死亡的独眼巨人尸体，死因不明，死亡时已经超过三百岁。后来它被带到牛堡做成了标本。
今天，可能要产生史上第二例的独眼巨人死亡案例了，而且是真正的“杀”死。
除了兰恩之外的众猎魔人在见到独眼巨人的时候都屏住了呼吸，这可不是游戏。猎魔人的护甲加上【昆恩法印】也挡不住这种程度的攻击，有甲和无甲的区别不过在于“当场暴毙”或者被人抬回去后“不治身亡”而已。
哪怕是兰恩，今天也做好了有生以来第一次被打出【不死一族】复活效果的准备。
按照事先准备好的计划，雷索带着自己学派的同伴好似游蛇一般在黑暗中率先游走起来。掏出各式各样的淬毒武器、炼金毒药、吸入式毒雾炸弹，包围了这头巨兽。
紧接着，莫斯萨克的身上猛然升腾起巨量的自然能量波动，那一瞬间让人想起了林海怒涛。
再也顾不上什么隐藏行踪，莫斯萨克一声大吼，惊动了美梦中的老矛头，也唤醒了山洞里面沉眠了成百上千年的植物们。
数不清的植物藤蔓从岩壁的缝隙里面激射而出，仿佛拥有神智一般将老矛头捆了个结结实实；另有植物的虬结根茎于山洞顶端从天而降，泰山压顶一般将老矛头整个压在身下。
蛇派的众人在同一时间扑了上去，各种各样的毒药不要钱一样朝着老矛头身上招呼。
“噗”得一声，寇格林姆只觉得自己的淬毒匕首好像砍在了一面皮革鞣制的盾牌上面，只是轻微得留下了划痕，却根本不破防。
因为匕首上面的毒性更强，所以寇格林姆没有用银剑，瑟瑞特和奥克斯那边的情况也是如此。只有雷索用着兰恩赠予的传奇毒剑勉强破皮入肉，让那一块伤口开始流出颜色诡异的鲜血。但是对于独眼巨人的体型来说，这就好像人被蜜蜂叮了一下。
不信邪的蛇派其他人还想要继续，却猛然觉得一阵地动山摇，束缚住老矛头的植物猛然被一起绷紧，紧接着根根断裂开来！
紧接着就传来莫斯萨克的声音：“退！我的魔法困不住它了！”
魔法催生出来的植物娇嫩、柔软，比不上真正经过风吹雨打的老木，在独眼巨人宛若山崩地裂一般的力量面前根本支撑不了太久。
寇格林姆朝着独眼巨人的脸猛然抛下几枚【恶魔之尘】毒气弹，转身就跑。当他迈步前进的时候，只听到后面传来了几乎要将他耳朵震聋的惊天巨响。
仓皇之间回头看去，就见到那独眼巨人鼓起小山一般的肌肉，常人难以想象的力量从里面爆发出来。那令人胆颤的整个身体伴随着雷鸣的怒吼猛地一发力，就将压着自己的根须连带着山洞的岩壁整个扯了下来。
扑簌簌的岩块铺天盖地砸了下来，寇格林姆只觉得脚下一阵晃动，这个山洞居然有了塌方的危险了！
“跑！跑！快点跑！”
在众人的视角里面，那石碓从天而降不过几个呼吸的时间，紧接着就好像原地承受了爆炸一般朝着四周冲飞开去，黑暗中不断有金光闪动，是正在奔逃的蛇派猎魔人被激发了身上的【昆恩法印】。
“呜——轰！！”
雷鸣般的声音隆隆响起，黑暗中再次有身影驻立起来。
独眼巨人的腿比人的身子都要长，眼看着蛇派众人有被追上的危险，兰恩双目顿时泛起翡翠色的光华，世界在他的眼中猛然慢了下来。
【闪烁】！
金色的闪光在老矛头的脑后亮起，兰恩高举符文之剑将双手抬过头顶，凭借着强大的腰腹力量短暂地蓄力了一个呼吸，当空斩下！
“噗——”
刀刃浅浅地从后颈埋进去三分一，对于独眼巨人来说不过堪堪破皮，紧接着就被肌肉夹住，再不能进分毫。
老矛头显然已经很久没有受伤了，吃痛之下居然忘了追逐蛇派的猎魔人，回头像是拍蚊子一样朝着兰恩拍过来。
兰恩双脚踩在老矛头的后颈上，好似拔萝卜一样猛地发力将自己的湖女长剑拔出，紧接着被铺面的劲风吹得吹得睁不开眼睛，跟他人一样大的巴掌眼看着就要压下。
“嗡——”
身影在翡翠色的魔法能量中再次消失，独眼巨人狠狠一巴掌锤在自己的脖子上，引得一阵痛叫。
兰恩显现出身形：“喂，兰伯特。能够给独眼巨人造成伤害的似乎只有他自己，你能用你进化过的【亚克席法印】让它自残吗？”
兰伯特撇了撇嘴：“我觉得应该给新朋友一点表现机会。”
“战场上不要闲聊！”莫斯萨克大吼道，“兰恩，怎么样，能用你奇怪的剑技对付它吗？”
虽然从生命层次和杀伤力上面来说，独眼巨人都远不如兰恩一行人对付的古代鹿首精，甚至连鹿首精都不如。但是猎魔人们反而却更愿意碰上鹿首精这种有着明显弱点的魔物，因为这意味着只要有针对性的准备，依然可以狩猎。
但是独眼巨人就像是一个六边形战士，只能够用笨方法去硬撼它，这也是这么多年来狼派为什么没有处理掉老矛头的原因。
这就像是一个奇妙循环的生态链。猎魔人可以花些手段干掉鹿首精，鹿首精可以在森林里面杀死独眼巨人，而独眼巨人又能够让正常的猎魔人对自己束手无策、引颈受戮。
尤其老矛头在独眼巨人中也是属于佼佼者的存在，就好像普通“鹿首精”和“古代鹿首精”一样。
好在兰恩不是普通的猎魔人，回忆着刚刚拜年剑法上面传过来的手感，兰恩点头：“需要花点时间蓄力，但是可以砍。”
“说实话，我有点后悔出门没带床弩出来了！”
莫斯萨克是知道一点兰恩一些常规用在战斗中的系统技能的效果的。其他猎魔人不明所以，但是也选择相信。
“那就按照计划来！”
众猎魔人彼此交错着身形，随后一起拍地，顿时整个山洞都覆盖上了【亚登法印】的紫色光华，组成了一个魔法大阵。每一个圆形的法阵都勉强挨着边，防止误伤其他战友
老矛头迎面冲过来，一头撞了进去。紫色光华攀附上身，有着极高魔抗的巨人身形踉跄，微微阻塞，但是依旧带着宛若山崩的气势。
兰恩见状也加入队伍，单手拍地，猛地升起一个比所有人加起来还要更大的亚登魔法阵。多方叠加之下，总算让老矛头的身形终于肉眼可见地慢了下来。
维瑟米尔在兰恩的法阵中惊讶地挥动银剑，感受着毫无阻塞的身体：“你的法印居然真的可以分辨敌我。”
与此同时，看着兰恩的法印化出紫色闪电劈在巨人的身上，不时溅起一个火花，柯恩陷入了沉思。
“别傻看了，退！”
Everyone ran towards the cave entrance, and only with the delay of the [Yaden Seal] were they able to outrun the Cyclops, whose legs were longer than those of a human.
Soon there was light ahead again. Seeing this, the demon hunters slowed down slightly and carefully avoided the traps they had set earlier.
Lann was unscrupulous. He spotted a clay pot that was half exposed on the ground and kicked it like a spoiled child. Immediately, pungent green smoke filled the air.
This is the Dragon's Dream that emits flammable gas.
On the side, there were more [Dancing Stars], [Beehives], and [Devil's Dust]. A rough count showed that there were more than a hundred of them.