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.
Suddenly, Vesemir, who was walking at the front of the team, made a stop gesture and pointed his finger to the ground. The things hidden by the darkness were visible to the witcher: the bones.
Some were human, some were animal. They were all broken apart like biscuits with great force, and many of the bones were completely shattered. There were no signs of teeth being gnawed on them, because the hardness of these bones could not leave any "marks" of monsters.
In order not to disturb the sleeping monster, everyone carefully walked around the pile of bones. When Wolf Faction saw several pieces of children's skulls, his eyes became even colder.
Until one moment, everyone was shocked and held their breath. Before their eyes was a huge monster sleeping in the darkness.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
“Lul…Lul…”
A thunderous snoring sounded. Even though they were still thirty steps away, they felt as if a ferocious beast was roaring in their ears.
The monster was lying on its back, its chest rising and falling slightly, in a sweet dream. It was over five meters tall, with skin as pale and rough as a dead person. A black cloth bag was placed over its head, which was half the size of a human, revealing a large, closed eyeball in the middle of its cheek.
Its lower body was wearing a pair of greasy black canvas tattered trousers. Its upper body was naked, revealing its knee-length arms like those of a gorilla, with muscles bulging like hills, which made it easy to tell at first glance that it had strong power and a wide range of attack.
The palm is huge, enough to crush a person to death; when clenched into a fist, it is as big as a chariot and enough to split mountains and rocks.
…
The Cyclops, classified as an "Ogre". It was a vicious creature brought from another world through the intersection of the celestial sphere, and was definitely not a monster that could be bred by the food 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 split mountains and rocks and block rivers; its excellent defense makes it difficult to be damaged by swords and it has strong magic resistance.
Many poems even regard the Cyclops as a kind of "natural disaster", believing that it is definitely not a creature that humans can defeat.
No one has ever killed a Cyclops head-on in recorded human history. The only death of a Cyclops is said to have occurred more than a hundred years ago in 1112. At that time, scholars found a body of a Cyclops who died of natural causes. The cause of death was unknown and the body was over three hundred years old when it died. It was later taken to Niubao and made into a specimen.
Today, there may be the second case of the death of a Cyclops in history, and it is a real "killing".
All the demon hunters except Lann held their breath when they saw the Cyclops. This was not a game. The demon hunters' armor plus the [Quen's Sign] could not withstand such an attack. The difference between having armor and not having armor was just "dying on the spot" or "dying after being carried back".
Even Lann was prepared to be resurrected by the Undead for the first time in his life.
According to the plan prepared in advance, Lei Suo and his school companions swam in the darkness like snakes, taking out various poisoned weapons, alchemical poisons, and inhalation poison mist bombs to surround the giant beast.
Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of natural energy fluctuations suddenly rose from Mossak's body, and that moment reminded people of the raging waves in the forest.
No longer caring about hiding his whereabouts, Mossak roared, startling the old spearhead in his dream and awakening the plants that had been sleeping in the cave for hundreds and thousands of years.
Countless plant vines shot out from the cracks in the rock wall, and tied up the old spearhead tightly as if they had intelligence; other plant roots fell from the sky at the top of the cave, pressing the old spearhead down like a mountain.
The members of the Snake Sect pounced at the same time, using all kinds of poisons on the old spearhead as if they were free.
With a "puff" sound, Kolgrim felt as if his poisoned dagger had hit a leather-tanned shield, leaving only a slight scratch but not breaking the defense at all.
Because the poison on the dagger was stronger, Kolgrim did not use the silver sword, and the same was true for Serrit and Ox. Only Letho used the legendary poison sword given by Lann to barely break through the skin and flesh, causing the wound to begin to bleed with strange-colored blood. But for the size of the Cyclops, it was like a person being stung by a bee.
The other members of the Snake Sect who didn't believe in evil wanted to continue, but suddenly they felt an earthquake. The plants that bound the old spearhead were suddenly stretched tight together, and then the roots broke!
Then Mossak's voice was heard: "Retreat! My magic can't trap it!"
The plants created by magic were delicate and soft, not as good as old wood that had been weathered by wind and rain. They could not hold out for long in the face of the Cyclops's earth-shattering power.
Kolgrim threw several [Demon Dust] gas bombs at the Cyclops' face and turned to run. As he took a step forward, he heard a loud noise from behind that almost deafened him.
Looking back in panic, he saw the Cyclops' muscles bulging like a hill, and unimaginable strength bursting out from inside. The whole body, which made people tremble, suddenly exerted force with a thunderous roar, and pulled down the roots that were pressing on him, along with the rock wall of the cave.
Rocks came crashing down like a torrential rain. Kolgrim felt his feet shaking. The cave was in danger of collapse!
"Run! Run! Run faster!"
From everyone's perspective, the stone pestle fell from the sky in just a few breaths, and then it rushed in all directions as if it had suffered an explosion on the spot. There was constant flashing of golden light in the darkness. It was the [Quen Seal] on the fleeing Snake Faction Demon Hunter that was activated.
“Wooooooooooooooooooooo!!”
A thunderous sound rumbled, and a figure stood out in the darkness again.
The Cyclops' legs are longer than a human's body. Seeing that the Snake Faction were in danger of being caught up, Lan's eyes suddenly glowed with emerald light, and the world suddenly slowed down in his eyes.
【Flash】!
A golden flash lit up behind the old spearhead's head. Lann raised the rune sword high above his head with both hands. Relying on the powerful strength of his waist and abdomen, he briefly gathered strength for a breath, and slashed down in the air!
"puff--"
The blade was buried shallowly one-third of the way into the back of the neck. For the Cyclops, it was just enough to break the skin, and then it was clamped by the muscles and could not go in any further.
The old spearhead had obviously not been injured for a long time. In the pain, he even forgot about chasing the snake sect's demon hunter and turned around to slap Lann as if he was slapping a mosquito.
Lann put his feet on the back of the old spearhead's neck and pulled out his Lake Lady sword with all his strength as if pulling out a carrot. Then he was blown away by the strong wind from the pavement and couldn't open his eyes. A palm as big as his was about to come down.
“Buzz——”
The figure disappeared again in the emerald magical energy, and the Cyclops slapped his own neck hard, causing him to scream in pain.
Lann showed up: "Hey, Lambert. It seems that the only one who can hurt the Cyclops is himself. Can you use your evolved [Axis Seal] to make it self-harm?"
Lambert curled his lips and said, "I think we should give new friends a chance to perform."
"Don't chat on the battlefield!" Mossak yelled, "Lan, how about it, can you use your strange sword skills to deal with it?"
Although in terms of life level and lethality, the Cyclops is far inferior to the ancient Deer-headed Spirit that Lann and his team are fighting, and even inferior to the Deer-headed Spirit. However, the demon hunters are more willing to encounter monsters like Deer-headed Spirit that have obvious weaknesses, because it means that as long as they are prepared, they can still hunt.
But the Cyclops is like a hexagonal warrior, and can only be fought with clumsy methods. This is why the Wolf Faction has not gotten rid of the old spearhead for so many years.
This is like a wonderful ecological chain. The demon hunter can use some means to kill the leopard, the leopard can kill the cyclops in the forest, and the cyclops can make the normal demon hunter helpless and let himself be killed.
In particular, Old Spearhead is also a leader among the Cyclops, just like the ordinary "Deer-Headed Spirit" and "Ancient Deer-Headed Spirit".
Fortunately, Lann is not an ordinary demon hunter. Recalling the feeling from the sword technique just now, Lann nodded: "It takes some time to charge, but it can be cut."
"To be honest, I kind of regret not bringing my crossbow with me when I went out!"
Mossak knew a little about the effects of some of Lan's system skills that he used in combat. The other demon hunters didn't understand why, but they chose to believe it.
"Then follow the plan!"
The demon hunters intertwined their bodies and clapped their hands on the ground. Suddenly, the entire cave was covered with the purple light of the [Yarden Seal], forming a magic array. Each circular array was barely adjacent to the edge to prevent accidental injury to other comrades.
The old spear head rushed forward and crashed into it. Purple light climbed up his body, and the giant with extremely high magic resistance staggered, slightly blocked, but still had the momentum of a landslide.
Lann joined the team and clapped his hands on the ground, raising a magic circle that was bigger than all the others combined. With the combined power of many forces, the figure of the old spearhead finally slowed down visibly.
Vesemir swung his silver sword in surprise in Lann's magic circle, feeling his body unobstructed: "Your magic seal can actually distinguish between friend and foe."
At the same time, Cohen fell into deep thought as he watched Lann's seal transform into purple lightning that struck the giant, splashing sparks from time to time.
"Don't look at me stupidly, retreat!"
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.
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