Chapter 101: The Same Trick Again

"Tsk, I can guess it even if you don't tell me," Geralt showed an expression of envy and jealousy, "Did Nick give you something rare? His family is quite wealthy, the clergy of the church are really rich!"

Klauen did not argue and let the witcher fill in the blanks on his own.

A rare item is a type of 'equipment' created by high-level alchemists. It only costs a corresponding price to greatly improve the user's strength.

For example, there is the Ring of Strength that can increase the power of the user, and the Meditation Brooch that can increase the meditation efficiency of warlocks, priests, etc. Among them, defense and special effect items are the most expensive.

It was obvious that the witcher thought he had now obtained a defensive artifact.

Seeing that the two were well prepared, Crown turned around and said, "Stay here and don't go forward."

The giant demon bird's mental attack is a ranged 'aoe' skill, and ordinary people can only die if they go up against it.

"I want to come too," Allen said, "Demon hunters have gone through all kinds of rigorous training and are very strong mentally."

"Stop it," Geralt interrupted his student, "You haven't undergone your first mutation yet, and your life essence has not been sublimated. If you become a real demon hunter, we will fight this kind of battle again and we will fight side by side."

"I don't know how long I have to wait," the boy pursed his lips, "I don't want to hide behind the teacher all the time."

"It will be done soon," Clown patted his shoulder gently, "I have recently acquired a lot of herbal materials, and my medicine refining skills will soon be improved again. By then, I will be able to refine the herbal medicine with great confidence."

"You've said this many times, and you haven't fulfilled your promise yet," Alan took a step back and dodged.

Really? I've said it three or four times at most?!

Crown laughed: "Believe me, this time it's real."

If he still can't make herbal potions after advancing to the fourth level in herbal medicine, he can just hang himself.

Geralt pinched his hand seal and released the Quen seal, and a faint yellow light enveloped his whole body.

He picked up the scarecrow and walked forward: "Let's go and let more monster birds taste death."

Crown followed immediately.

This place was still some distance from the cave entrance, and they didn't have an oil lamp. There was still a gray fog hovering at the cave entrance.

The two men walked forward quietly, and the gray fog had already stuck to the witcher's shield.

Clown discovered that the gray fog was no closer to him than 20 to 30 centimeters away, and he couldn't help but give a higher evaluation of the golden light body protection.

"The Golden Light Spell actually has a certain inhibitory effect on the gray fog. Once my skills reach a certain level, will I be immune to the mental pollution of the gray fog?" he guessed.

The visibility in the gray fog was very low. The two people walked side by side only about one meter apart, and their faces were a little blurry when they looked at each other.

The cave entrance was in front of him, and Crown could already vaguely see the sunlight outside.

The two stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and nodded slightly.

Klauen moved a little further away from the other party, and Geralt grabbed the scarecrow with both hands and threw it out with all his strength.

"Woo-goo" "Woo-goo"

Amidst the strange and cold cries, a large black shadow could be vaguely seen rushing down.

Crown activated bullet time, and the two men rushed out at the same time. He saw that the five evil birds had torn the scarecrow into pieces.

The strongest demon bird was not among them and might be hiding somewhere else.

While maintaining his keen perception, he decisively rushed forward, with the sword shining with an orange-red light. Now that the demon birds were very close, killing a few ordinary ones would also relieve the pressure.

The demon bird that was tearing apart noticed someone rushing towards it, and quickly flapped its wings, trying to pull itself up, but it was too late.

At this moment, Clown rushed forward, holding the sword with both hands, turned around and slashed horizontally. Three demon birds were killed on the spot and were all cut in half.

Their death bought time for the other two, and the remaining ones flew away.

Before his moves became too old, Crown steadied his body and jumped high, splitting one of the birds in half. In a flash, he had reduced four of the monster birds.

Geralt did not choose to rush forward to kill the ordinary monster bird. He quickly turned around to check the situation behind and above, so as not to let his teammates be attacked from both sides.

His choice was very correct. As he turned around, he saw a group of monster birds swooping down from the top of the mine.

The evil birds split into two groups, one group pounced on him, and the other pounced on Clown.

The witcher stretched out his left hand and immediately activated the Igni Sign. A stream of flames shot out from his hand like a spray gun.

Three demon birds flew too fast and had no time to dodge, and turned into flying torches on the spot. They wailed in pain and rolled wildly in the air, and the fire took advantage of the wind and burned even more fiercely.

The blazing flames blocked the attack of the demon bird that was heading towards him, but the rest of the demon birds had already flown over his head and pounced on him.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When Clown fell from the sky after killing the demon bird, he felt a strong wind on the back of his neck, but it was too late to turn around and face the attack head-on.

He lowered his head, bent his waist, accelerated his falling speed, and tried his best to protect his head from injury.

He used a long-lasting hand seal to release the golden light to protect his body. As long as he had enough Sunfire Liquid in reserve, he would be able to withstand the damage.

Just as Crown was about to make his move, he felt intensive attacks on his back, including claws and bites. The golden light on his body was shaking violently, but he still stood firm.

He found that the back of him suddenly fell into darkness, and he caught a glimpse of a monster bird with its mouth wide open, trying to swallow him whole.

"Oh"

He shouted softly, raised his sword, and stabbed it upwards as the darkness enveloped him. Then he stood up and swung the sword forward.

The demon bird regretted it the moment it opened its mouth and bit down. It felt as if it had bitten down a ball of burning charcoal. The golden light touched the muscles in its mouth and immediately caused it a sharp pain like a needle prick.

It opened its mouth reflexively, trying to shake its head to throw the prey out.

Before he could shake his head, a sharp sword with an orange-red halo pierced his upper jaw. Just as he felt the pain, the weapon that stabbed him completed the slashing motion.

Crown flew out, somersaulted in the air, and then crashed into the bushes nearby.

Geralt rushed over, wanting to protect his companions from further attack.

"Woo-gu." An unusual howl of a demon bird was heard.

It was another mental attack. As soon as Crown emerged from the bushes, he felt a buzzing sound in his head.

The Heart Cleansing Mantra should have the effect of resisting mental attacks. This time he did not feel as if his head was hit by a heavy hammer like he did at noon.

He looked up and saw the strongest demon bird leading the rest of its kind to swoop down. They spread their gray fleshy wings and blocked out the sun in the sky.

(End of this chapter)