I guess White Wolf, a veteran demon hunter, didn't expect that when he had exhausted all his efforts and finally killed dozens of water ghosts, there was actually a strong little fog demon lurking nearby, insidiously taking the opportunity to attack him.

This was also because the surrounding environment was too dark. Although the cat potion enhanced their dark vision, allowing them to see in the dark, that vision was almost black and white, and they could not see the fog in the dark clearly.

This made the little fog monster almost invisible and not detected.

To be on the safe side, Wayne did not immediately approach Geralt who was knocked away. Instead, he immediately mobilized the remaining chaos magic in his body and carefully put on a layer of Quen shield on himself.

In the fierce battle just now, in less than half an hour, he cast nearly thirty sigils, a level that other demon hunters find difficult to achieve.

In addition to his talent, the system's bonus and the Tawny Owl Potion, it was also thanks to the Doran's Ring he obtained yesterday.

Every time he killed an enemy, he would regain a certain amount of mana, which greatly enhanced his endurance. This allowed him, with the skills of a novice demon hunter, to defeat the group of water ghosts that even White Wolf Geralt had to be careful about.

After adding a layer of insurance on himself, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up and found that the little fog monster that had just been knocked away by his Alder Seal had lurked back into the fog when it landed and could no longer be found.

This kind of hidden monster is quite troublesome. In addition to maintaining a high level of vigilance, the best way is to wait for it to show up on its own initiative so that you can take the opportunity to deal with it.

As a last resort, he had to give up chasing the enemy, quickly walked to Geralt's side, and began to check his injuries.

At this moment, Geralt seemed to be stunned by the powerful sneak attack.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, spat out a mouthful of blood, his arms trembled slightly, and he tried hard to support his body, but failed.

Seeing Wayne coming to his side, he reached out and grabbed Wayne's outstretched arm, then used the force to stand up.

"How's it going, Geralt? Are you still holding up with your injuries?"

Seeing the concerned look in his junior's eyes, Geralt forced a wry smile. Physical pain was already common to him, but this embarrassing situation of failing in front of his junior still made the famous White Wolf feel a little embarrassed.

He shook his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"My back armor wasn't penetrated, I just suffered internal injuries, nothing serious."

"You have to be careful. This little fog demon is stronger and more cunning than its kind."

"It hasn't left yet, the fight isn't over yet."

Seeing that Geralt was not seriously injured, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt a little alert.

Although I knew that it was common for demon hunters to get injured, I didn't expect that even a veteran like White Wolf would be defeated by an ordinary little fog demon.

Thinking of this, Wayne suppressed the slight pride that had just arisen from defeating a large group of water ghosts, and focused his attention on perceiving the surrounding environment.

Although he has the support of system capabilities, his defense is not stronger than Geralt's. If he had been hit in that sneak attack just now, he probably wouldn't be much better than Geralt.

However, a monster is a monster. Perhaps this little fog monster is born cunning, but it has been the king of the underground ruins for many years and has no idea what fear and retreat are. After being knocked away by Wayne's Alder Seal, it not only did not restrain its sneak attack, but became even more angry and wanted to launch a counterattack.

This also allowed Wayne, who had calmed down, to discover its trail. This guy was quite cunning and knew that he had to pick the weak ones. He manipulated the mist to cover his body and had quietly moved to a position not far behind Geralt. It seemed that it wanted to sneak attack the injured target again and kill him completely.

But Wayne did not give it another chance. He let go of Geralt's arm, turned around and cast an Axis illusion, freezing the little fog monster's movements for a second. Then, a sword light as fast as lightning appeared, and the silver sword pierced its throat like a poisonous snake.

However, the vitality of these monsters is so strong that even if their throats are pierced, their strength still shows no signs of decline.

The little fog monster didn't care about its own injuries at all. It roared, waved its claws, and grabbed Wayne's right hand holding the sword.

Seeing this, Wayne narrowed his eyes and did not choose to fight it head-on. Instead, he let go of the silver sword in his hand, rolled sideways, avoided its sharp claws, and came to the side of the little fog monster.

He did not give the monster a chance to hide again. After stabilizing his body, he immediately bent over and rushed towards the little fog monster, dodging his claws again. He grabbed the hilt of the sword again, used the momentum of his body, and twisted it hard, directly twisting the little fog monster's head off.

Having lost its head, a large amount of blood gushed out, spraying everywhere like a fountain. The little fog demon's body stiffened for a few seconds, and then, as if it had lost its support, it fell backwards to the ground, completely losing its voice.

Seeing that the enemy was completely killed, Wayne shook off the blood on the silver sword, spat out a breath, returned to Geralt's side, and wanted to reach out to support him.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the camp."

"There is a special doctor in the camp who should be able to treat you."

Geralt smiled bitterly and didn't try to be brave.

Although the commission is important, your life is your own. You cannot fight with injuries. This is one of the iron rules that every demon hunter knows.

However, as a senior, he still has to save his face.

Geralt waved his hand, signaling Wayne not to help him, then he turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, saying, "Let's go back to the camp first. I can still hold on. I don't need your help."

(End of this chapter)