The witcher lunged forward, hugged Lann, and rolled out with him, avoiding the giant griffin's body that fell down like a mountain.

The two of them rolled out four or five yards away, and finally they had no more strength left, and they fell to the ground together, gasping for breath.

Lan turned his head slightly to look at the griffin. Its spine was injured and it could no longer move. Only its head and half of its wings were still twitching uncontrollably and in vain. Blood was spraying on the ground beneath it like a fountain. There was no way it could survive.

Winner.

Lann looked at the demon hunter with a rough breath: "If you don't mind, can you move a little?"

Geralt pressed on Lann in a very awkward position, tried to move, and found that his whole body was in a state of exhaustion: "I need to recover some strength first. If you really can't bear it, you can get out by yourself first."

The big griffin shook its head as if it was having a last breath, squeezing its venom glands to spray the last of its acid to every corner it could reach, even affecting Geralt who was standing beside it.

A layer of golden protection wrapped around the demon hunter that was about to dissipate flashed away, isolating the acid from outside.

[Quen's Seal]: Releases a protective film that absorbs damage.

This time-limited defensive seal had not been triggered during the battle, but now that the battle was over, it came into play and was about to dissipate.

Lann looked at the demon hunter who was pressing on him as a shield to help him block the acid, then looked at the still twitching griffin, and said with lingering fear: "Actually... if you really like it, you can stay like this for now."

Geralt's face was expressionless, but slightly green. He didn't have the strength to cast another Quen Sign.

Fortunately, at this moment the system voice sounded:

[Character Level +1]

Lann breathed a sigh of relief. The experience gained from killing the monster meant that the big griffin was completely dead.

At the same time, a voice that sounded like a holy sigh also arrived as expected:

[Mission - Isolated and Helpless - Completed]

Toxins, injuries, and fatigue were all cleared away the moment of upgrading, and Lann returned to perfect condition.

The first thing he did was to pretend to use all his strength to flip the witcher over and push him away.

At this time, the servants had just recovered from the battle. They had just climbed up from the ground and ran towards Lann without even having time to check their injuries. The tree spirits gathered around Ellie, and several soldiers from Brokilon Town went out to check on Levin's injuries.

Several others took spears and poked the griffin's body.

The servants hurriedly removed Lann's helmet, revealing his handsome face that had recovered. Although it was covered with sweat and blood, his complexion was rosy and he looked full of energy.

"I'm fine. You can each check your own conditions and take care of the injured if you have the energy left."

Lann shook his head at the servants, turned to the honey-haired dryad and shouted, "Brianne, where's Ciri?"

With a whistle, Black Wind slowly walked out of the woods carrying Ciri. The little girl held the horse's neck tightly, not daring to let go, and her body was firmly tied to the saddle by vines.

Geralt turned his head to look around, seeing the dryads, human soldiers, griffins, and the great griffin, and then turned his head back. He really had no strength left, and the Water of Brokilon seemed to have some aftereffect.

"So, what happened while I was asleep?"

The witcher looked puzzled with an expressionless face, and suddenly he felt the ground beneath him tremble slightly, and the fine sand and gravel began to jump irregularly.

Everyone's eyes were looking in one direction, and a group of cavalry appeared at the end of the road.

The leading knight was a stocky, unarmored man on a grey horse, with a blond beard, a sealskin coat, and a tartan-patterned wool belt.

"Uncle Mossak!" Ciri jumped up excitedly.

Lann straightened up due to vigilance, but then lay back down. Although his physical injuries had recovered, his mental injuries were unavoidable. Once his tense nerves relaxed, he didn't want to move at all.

The gray horse stepped forward, and Mossak raised an oak staff and shook it vigorously. An invisible breeze suddenly blew up on the field, rustling the trees in the woods.

Invisible natural energy spread out, and Geralt immediately felt his body regain some strength. Flexing his aching muscles and joints, he nodded to Mossak from a distance as a greeting.

"He's still alive!" The scouts from Brochilon Town suddenly shouted. They surrounded Levin, at a loss as to what to do.

The young man was still alive, but he was dying. The great griffin was in perfect condition and unleashed a powerful blow that dented his sternum. At this time, Levin had completely lost consciousness, breathing out more than breathing in, and was clearly on his deathbed.

Mossak 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 Mossak, is there no other way?" Lan asked. "He is a warrior. He should have a brighter future."

Mossak took another look and shook his head: "He is seriously injured. If he was inside the Druid Circle, I could still try, but it is impossible here."

Lan thought about it, then suddenly looked at the tree spirit beside him and asked, "What if we just want to keep him alive? Just let him survive for a day and a night?"

The druid touched Levin's wound carefully and said, "It's difficult, but not impossible. I happen to have a few bottles of potions that can work and put him into a state of suspended animation."

"That's enough."

Lann said, turning to walk towards Ellie. The Dryad Queen's sister was communicating with her companions. They were very wary of the sudden appearance of the Cintra Knights and had retreated to the edge of the woods, ready to retreat into the forest at any time.

When they saw Lann approaching, their guard slowly relaxed.

"Ms. Ellie, I need your help."

"Go ahead, Lann of Cintra, congratulations on finding your princess. Brian told me what happened in Doon Canar, and the agreement you made with my sister. We are barely friends now."

Lan pointed in the direction of Levin: "Ms. Esna and I have initially drafted the intention for my town and Brokilon to coexist peacefully in the future, and that warrior is the grandson of the town mayor. In the future, he will be the person in charge of communicating with Brokilon, but he is now dying."

Lan said sincerely: "I would like to ask the tree spirits for help and bring him to Duen Canar for healing."

Ellie looked in the direction of Lann's finger, thought for a moment and agreed, "He is indeed a brave warrior. He also protected me and my companions many times during the battle against the griffins."

She paused, then continued, "We can help stabilize his injuries temporarily and take him back. But whether he can survive after that will depend on my sister's arrangements."