Chapter 126 Ghoul
Perhaps the hunt two hours ago was too easy and the werewolf was unaware of the attack from behind.
By the time it sensed danger and wanted to dodge, the arrow with a triangular arrowhead had already entered from the back of its head, passed through two layers of the skull and exited from between its eyebrows; the other arrow also successfully embedded itself into its spine.
The werewolf fell straight down, crushing the wooden fence in front of it.
The noise in the camp quickly subsided as the two werewolves were killed one after another. The residents looked back at the tower with relief and returned to their tents.
After being attacked again, only two people were slightly injured, the monster was shot dead, and the panic of the people dissipated to a large extent.
The two werewolves had their canine teeth pulled out. Nick was worried that there was something bad in their bodies, so he ordered the bodies to be thrown into the gray fog outside the camp.
The priest looked toward the tower and gave a thumbs up.
Crown also noticed the priest's action and waved the longbow in his hand.
He learned from books that although werewolves are all humans transformed by some kind of infection, they can be divided into many types.
The first type is that after transforming into a werewolf, it cannot be changed back to its original form. This type of werewolf is relatively less dangerous because you can tell at a glance that it is a monster and you can solve the problem by killing it directly.
The second type is that they only transform into werewolves on full moon nights. This type of werewolf usually appears to be a normal human being, but only becomes bloodthirsty and crazy after transforming.
The most dangerous are the third type of werewolves, who can freely control their transformation and can even choose not to transform on a full moon night. This type of werewolf is the most destructive because it hides extremely deeply.
Crown summoned a wall of gold.
[Archery: 3456/5000; Level 3]
After the cultists' attack, he had spent much less time practicing archery, and only in the last few days had he practiced intensively, and his proficiency in the skill had unknowingly increased to over three thousand.
Judging from past experience, a special effect will be produced after a skill reaches the third level. Clown plans to practice archery more during the march to see what kind of special effect he can get.
All is quiet, nothing happens.
At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Crown came down from the tower, informed Nick, asked others to take over, and went back to the tent to rest.
After maintaining a state of concentration for a long time, his mind began to become tired and his attention became less focused.
. . . .
Crown meditated on the Golden Light Mantra for an hour, and most of his mental fatigue disappeared.
He walked out of the tent and handed over his work to the person on duty in the first half of the night.
At the foot of the tower, the priest and his apprentice Geralt stood side by side, talking about something.
Nick patted his shoulder and said, "I'll be up early to take over from you."
They were supposed to be divided into two groups for night watch, but Crown's working hours were obviously longer than others, and the priest felt bad about it.
"Well, come and take my place at five in the morning," Klauen readily accepted the other party's kindness, "Geralt and Alan will separate and follow the patrol team, and I will continue to stay in the tower."
Geralt replied: "No problem, but you should take good care of Alan, he is too young after all."
"Teacher, I am already a superhuman. If the two werewolves who were killed don't run away and fight me head-on, I am absolutely sure that I can keep them alive."
Alan argued dissatisfiedly, he raised his hand, issued an Igni seal, and blazing flames spurted out from the palm of his hand.
"Okay, idiot, save your energy," Geralt hurriedly stopped his student, "Remember, the first thing to do when you encounter danger is not to cast the Igni Sign, but to dodge immediately and use the Quen Sign at the same time. This is the advice of an old witcher!"
Clown waved his hand to signal the priest to leave, then said with a smile:
"Alan, I will do my best to take care of every patrolman and will not pay special attention to you. I believe that you can take care of yourself as a formal demon hunter."
Although he has become a demon hunter, Alan is just a boy under thirteen years old. He is still at a rebellious age psychologically and can only be treated as a donkey.
More importantly, preaching is useless; broken bones are the best textbooks.
"Of course I'm going on patrol," Alan replied proudly and ran away happily.
Clown looked at the boy's back and nodded implicitly to Geralt.
. . . .
We have been patrolling for three hours and the initial novelty has disappeared.
Alan was looking forward to encountering some monsters so that he could show off his skills and let his teacher see that he was no longer the same person he used to be. He was no longer the boy who was protected under his teacher's wings, but a capable and strong boy.
"Why does it smell like a corpse? Can you smell it?" Alan stopped and twitched his nostrils violently, trying to carefully identify the source of the smell.
Hearing what he said, the men who were patrolling with him stopped and twitched their noses.
"Wait, I think I heard some chewing."
"I heard that, too."
Several men talked to each other and slowly retreated further away from the gray fog. They raised their spears and turned to look at the tower.
As a demon hunter, Alan's senses were more acute, and he heard the chewing sound just as he stopped.
From the stench of corpses and the chewing sounds at night, he had already determined what kind of monster he would encounter, either a scavenger or a ghoul.
Geralt trained him very strictly, and despite the boyish personality, he did become a qualified witcher.
Alan took out the steel sword and expertly applied Giant Wave Sword Oil on it.
In fact, the effect of using corpse-eating biological oil would be better, but he didn't know what kind of situation he would face at night, so he only brought huge waves that could adapt to any battle.
He cast the Quen Seal, and a pale yellow spherical light shield protected his body.
Crown had already noticed the night watchman who had stopped. He took out an arrow and put it on the bowstring, ready to shoot arrows to provide support at any time.
But before that, we need to see what kind of wonderful performance the little demon hunter brings to him.
When he saw the Quinn Seal shining on Allen's body, he nodded secretly, thinking that it was a good habit to stack armor before a battle.
Allen was eager to try. He turned around and said, "Stand back and don't help me. I want to test my true strength."
He recalled his teacher's teachings, stamped his feet vigorously, and shouted provocatively: "Hey, hey"
These scavengers only like dark environments and hate places with light.
Normally they will not fight with people in bright places, but if they are disturbed while eating, they will become aggressive and do not mind rushing over and tearing apart those creatures that disturb their delicious meal, even if they are exposed to the light.
Everything was quiet, and the sound of the little witcher could be heard from far away. Geralt heard his student's voice and quickly looked up at the tower. He saw that the man on the top was already aiming, and he felt a little relieved.
"You guys be careful, I'll go see what happened," he quickly instructed and ran towards Allen.
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His footsteps were as light as a civet cat's, and he didn't make much noise even when running at such a high speed.
"Woo" a low roar came from the gray fog, and slightly heavy footsteps approached the camp step by step.
The gray fog rolled, and a calf-sized, skinned humanoid creature walked out on all fours.
It was a zombie, and Alan was even more excited because he had never killed a monster alone.
The ghoul's forelimbs are similar to human hands, but are unusually wide and have long nails, while its hind limbs are like thick, curved sheep legs, but with hooves.
Its mouth is full of crooked and criss-crossing fangs, and green saliva oozes out from time to time.
Alan growled and swung his sword, and the monster roared and rushed towards the enemy who provoked him.
One man and one monster fought together. When Clown saw Geralt arriving at the scene, he jumped down from the tower. He also wanted to try his own methods.
The Yangyan Technique had not been tested in actual combat, so he wanted to take this opportunity to try out its effects.
. . . .
"If you don't want to use the sigils, the quickest way to kill a ghoul is to chop off its head. You want to cut the neck, not the skull."
When Crown arrived, he just heard Geralt instructing his students.
He saw several deep scars on the ghoul's head, upper limbs and back. Alan's attack seemed fierce, but it did not cause fatal injuries.
The body of this monster is different from that of ordinary creatures. There is no way for them to die by bleeding. Their muscles are like a layer of armor and they probably have no sense of pain.
Alan was very anxious. He certainly knew the monster's weakness. He could either use the Igni Signet to grill it or chop off its head.
The battle would be too boring if he used the sign, so he chose to use his weapon to chop off the monster's head.
However, he underestimated the monster's speed and the hardness of its muscles and bones.
The ghoul also knew its own weakness, and protected its neck very tightly. Allen swung several times, but was blocked by its arms.
The battle was now at a stalemate, and his original plan to quickly defeat the enemy and show off in front of the teacher had failed.
If he used the seal again at this time, he felt even more incompetent, so he could only continue to attack to create opportunities.
Crown walked up to Geralt, took out a few golden talismans, and watched the battle with interest.
Alan glanced and noticed that there was one more person watching the fight. He became even more anxious and gradually lost his composure when wielding his weapon. He was hit by the monsters several times on the shield formed by the seal, and the shield's glow became dimmer.
Geralt shook his head in disappointment. "Pay attention to the enemy's movements. Don't attack blindly. Save your energy. This ghoul is stronger than an ordinary transcendent. Don't think you can get rid of it quickly."
Clown asked, "Were the ghouls in the wilderness not so powerful before?"
"Yes, there are not many ghouls that reach the extraordinary level. When they reach the extraordinary level, they will become giant ghouls. Giant ghouls are different from ordinary ghouls in size, strength, color, and most importantly, intelligence is also different, and they know how to sneak attack.
This ghoul obviously doesn't have the characteristics of a giant ghoul. It seems that the gray fog can still affect these monsters that have died once."
Perhaps the teacher's words had an effect, and Allen's attack became organized again. He no longer attacked blindly, and began to be able to leave wounds on the neck of the ghoul.
The wounds on the ghoul's neck increased, and it began to attack more cautiously, slowly moving towards the edge of the camp.
"It's about to escape. If you want to kill it, it's best to use a sign," Geralt warned.
Alan also discovered the enemy's intention and immediately attacked. This time he did not hesitate and stretched out his hand to release the Igni Sign. Anyway, he failed to show off, so he might as well use it.
A pillar of fire rushed out, and the ghoul was unable to dodge and was burned.
"Woo," it let out a shrill roar and turned to rush towards the gray fog.
Klauen activated the golden light symbol and launched his own attack, hitting the monster on the head before it rushed into the gray fog.
A ball of dazzling golden flame rose up, and the zombie's head was as bright as a little sun.
As the golden light spread, the gray fog immediately cleared out to form a sphere. The ghoul let out an even more shrill howl and fell to the edge of the gray fog.
(End of this chapter)