The Divine Hunter

The sun's rays fell on Kyle Morhan's ancient river.

The water on the shore dissipated.

The seven witchers crawled among the reeds, watching the dim opening.

A plump Lin Lu lay quietly on the ground, blood dripping from a long and narrow wound on his back, and half of his body was stained red.

A strong smell of blood blew into the cave with the breeze,

"Lesso, will our method work?" Lambert wiped the dampness in his palm, staring at the hole, his tone slightly nervous.

"There is no absolute in the world, it can only be said that the grasp is not small." Lesuo peeled off a water plant from the corner of his eye and explained in a low voice, "The top predator, the green dragon, can't bear the 'lamb' that has been carefully 'cooked'. The temptation. The one-eyed monster has a much lower IQ than the green dragon, you think it will be fooled."

"But the old spearhead has always only eaten fresh prey... This forest deer is motionless, no different from dead, and it doesn't suit its picky appetite."

"Come on, Lambert, don't mumble like a woman..." Oakes gave him a sidelong glance. "You're talking about the usual situation, but it's winter, the beasts are hiding, and prey is scarce. I bet The old spearhead just wants someone to 'deliver it to your door'!"

Talking, Oaks looked puzzled,

"Speaking of which, how effective is the medicine we dispensed on the one-eyed monster? According to its size, the dose will be quite a bit. After all, we have never hunted the one-eyed monster, and we don't know what its physique and self-healing ability are. How strong."

"You don't believe in Leto's poison-making technology?" Roy said, glancing at the unconscious Lin Lu. "The toxin of the puffer fish is not immune to even water ghosts, let alone the Cyclops with an extremely strong metabolism. And it doesn't matter if the poison doesn't kill it."

"As long as it can weaken its skills, so many people can consume it to death!"

It took the witcher two days to capture a few pufferfish in the nearby watershed.

In the most poisonous spawning season of puffer fish, the most poisonous ovaries and spleens are taken out, mixed with belladonna and rabbit sunflower.

Lin Lu lost all consciousness within five seconds after swallowing the poison.

Every drop of blood turned into a deadly poison.

...

Roy is thinking,

Geralt made a sudden gesture of silence.

Everyone suddenly held their breath, restrained all movements, and pricked up their ears.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

An unusual tremor was transmitted from far to near, and the ground began to shake slightly.

The thistle bushes shivered.

The amplitude is getting bigger and bigger.

Heavy breathing sounded, the bushes were bent over by the strong wind, and the stench of the sky spread into the air.

Suddenly, the footsteps slowed down.

A full four-meter-high, muscular humanoid monster lowered its head and drilled out of a dark tunnel into the sight of everyone.

Eyeballs bulging like a jaundice, glanced at Lin Lu on the ground, and then looked around vigilantly.

The shriveled nostrils twitched in the air.

The witcher buried himself in the shallow puddle, holding his breath and motionless.

Ten seconds later, the old spearhead breathed a sigh of relief, and his large curved mouth revealed a set of jagged yellow and rotten teeth.

tick tock...

The turbid, sticky saliva overflowed between the teeth and slid down the chin to the ground.

"Hey…"

With a sigh of surprise and contentment.

It picked up Lin Lu and retreated with a full load.

...

"Whoosh..."

The wind picked up, and the water rippled.

A bright bald head suddenly appeared in the reeds.

Leto thought,

"Guys, how long does it take for the old spearhead to eat a deer?"

"A quarter of an hour at most," Geralt said. "Old Spearhead likes to eat food raw, without having to cook it on the grill. A deer is not enough for it to stick between its teeth."

"Then what are you waiting for? Get ready, it's time for us to debut!"

The seven witchers gave each other encouraging glances.

Either cross the knees on the ground, or maintain a half-squat position, or stand up, and use a rag to apply the brown ointment evenly to the silver sword blade according to the unique rhythm.

A layer of ogre oil refined from bear fat.

A layer of tetrodotoxin-based venom.

...

Under the setting sun, the seven silver swords shone dangerously.

"Boom...boom..."

There was a series of corks twitching in the grass, followed by a gurgling gulping.

The cat and Patricia's potion are two-pronged.

Snake pie and wolf pie, with black blood vessels like earthworms blooming on their cheeks.

The different-colored vertical pupils flickered like wolves in the dark night.

The seven witchers stooped to their knees, landed on their toes, and poured into the cave silently and keenly.

Lambert, who is most familiar with the internals, takes the lead.

The six people hang behind them, with a certain distance from each other.

Pass through deep caves and climb rugged steep slopes.

The one-eyed monster's strong body odor indicated the target.

At a certain moment, everyone tacitly outlined with five fingers, and seven triangular charms swept across the air.

Seven people circulate the golden Quinn seal.

They were scattered behind the rock pillars in the corner of the cave hall, and looked at the old spearhead lying on the ground ten meters away, breathing weakly, and most of the bloody animal carcasses lay at its feet.

Cyclops

life value:? (weak)

…

Undoubtedly, the poison took effect, and the fresh meat with the old spear to the mouth fell into a drowsiness.

The boulder fell to the ground in everyone's heart.

But it didn't come close.

Roy and Leto suddenly had an alchemical gas with a dreamy luster in their hands-Dragon's Dream.

According to the plan.

The two masters and apprentices raised their arms.

Two crystal clear glass jars drew a wonderful parabola in the air.

"Crack."

Amidst the crisp cracking sound of ceramics, billowing smoke quickly spread out, wrapping the old spearhead's huge body and covering up the pungent body odor.

And it didn't seem to notice.

A cold light flashed in Roy's eyes.

Five fingers drew strange gestures in mid-air.

The crimson triangle charm condensed.

The orange fireball the size of half a fist drilled out of the palm and shot out, like a comet streaking across the night sky.

Leaving a stunning long tail in mid-air, rushing into the dreamy mist.

The old spearhead, waiting in the dragon's dream, slept very deeply.

Unprepared, hit in the face!

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded, and a huge fire burst into the sky!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A continuous cloud of orange-red mushrooms flickered in the white alchemical gas.

Like thunder and lightning in the rolling dark clouds!

The high temperature and heat wave swept in all directions, the witcher who was hiding in the distance was stagnant, and his hair and beard were faintly scorched!

The cave swayed, and the broken stalactites fell, as if the end was coming and the heaven and the earth collapsed.

all of a sudden—

"Whoa-"

A terrifying howl sounded!

The whole body was covered in flames, the hair was burnt out, and most of the old spearheads with charred skin rushed out of the explosion area!

Rush to the cave exit!

"Whizzing--"

Two crossbow arrows struck from the darkness, hitting the broad back and penetrating a shallow layer of skin.

Black blood splashed everywhere.

Drops fell on the ground and smoked.

Seven ghostly figures jumped out from the corner of the cave, the silver sword broke through the air, and stabbed the giant's back ankle!

"Puff puff!"

With the blessing of ogre oil, the sharp blade penetrated deep into the flesh.

The thorns were pierced, and blood flowed.

But the old spearhead ignored him, weak and aching all over his body, and just bury his head and run away!

The witcher, like a pack of wolves chasing their prey, was in hot pursuit, hanging behind him and running for a hundred meters.

It stopped abruptly at the exit and turned around.

In the heavy breathing, in the center of the charred cheeks, a single stared round, staring at a group of witchers, hatred to the sky.

"Whoa-"

Huge arms crossed and waved forward!

The old spear rushed towards Roy of the Snake faction, like a violent bulldozer.

With every step, the ground trembled.

The driving wind turned into a steel knife, and it hurt people's skin.

But it is slow, the poison quickly corrodes the nerves with the rushing blood, plus the severe burns caused by the explosion, every movement of the old spearhead is like the struggle of a dying person!

Weak and slow!

Facing the shadow that was pressing down like a hill, Roy suddenly outlined with five fingers, and the left hand of the Axifa seal rushed into the sinister single eye of the old spearhead.

The latter was instantly absent-minded for half a second.

The witcher rolled to the side and out of the way.

The old spear slammed into the air, and his huge body more than hit the wall of the cave.

The walls of the cave shook and collapsed.

Break open a giant human-shaped pit!

"Shhh-"

Seven people swarmed up.

Several streaks of silver lightning flew in the air, and the jet-black skin was cut with criss-crossing slits.

Exposed tragic bones.

Blood gushed.

The old spearhead wailed and roared, struggling to pull his body out of the rock pile.

Crazy back wave, kick kick to drive the attacker away!

But when it turned around, one eye glared furiously, the second Axie flew into the pupil again.

It looked in a trance.

The witcher surrounded it with gangrene, and seven ghostly figures revolved rapidly around it, or the palms spit flames, or the silver sword danced into afterimages, staggered and cut.

Venom, flames, silver swords, Arden traps, never ending.

The old spearhead was quickly bruised and bruised.

...

Roy suddenly made a big jump backwards, pulling the distance away. The five fingers of his left hand outlined a note of Igni Fury. At the same time, he held Gabriel in his right hand and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Whoosh! Bang!"

The high-temperature fireball and poisoned arrows hit its chest at the same time.

Stun and explode.

The old spearhead let out a mournful cry, and then froze in place again.

Its hands and feet were like battering rams in disrepair, sluggishly and heavily swung in front of it, and the wind blew up, and the affected ground lifted up dirt and leaves, and became cratered.

But the toxin penetrated deep into the internal organs, and the vitality has fallen to freezing point.

There is not much power left, and the ghost hunter has never been encountered.

Under the continuous sharp seal and silver sword.

Slower and slower, and more tired.

"Shh-"

At one point, the witcher jumped over his swung arm like a big cat.

Stunned!

In an instant, countless scarlet tentacles emerged from the quagmire of the void.

A sluggish body that was tightly bound with blood.

Wrap it into a giant cocoon.

It can't move a finger!

Roy held Arrondette diagonally with both hands, pulled horizontally, and swept sideways at the same time, passing from the left to the right of the old spearhead.

A sharp blade cut through its belly skin, which was riddled with holes like tofu, and pulled out a huge gap horizontally.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Continuously falling heavy objects.

The stench of blood and viscera surged out like a river that burst its banks, submerging the soil in front of the giant.

It suddenly trembled.

Both feet fell to the ground softly.

Like a ship sunk into the ocean.

The last blurry scene in the single eye is a demon hunter with dark golden pupils, with a chilling expression and holding up his silver sword!

"Killing the Cyclops, the experience value is +400, the witcher is whirring..." Roy took a deep breath, pulled out the blood-stained silver sword from the giant's chest, and looked around.

All the companions at the scene were covered in sweat, their faces were tired, but their eyes were filled with relief.

"This thing is dead?" Lambert stepped forward and stepped on the huge creature that fell to the ground and exuded the smell of barbecue, blood, and the stench of the sky.

"That's right, Lambert... It turns out that Lesso's tetrodotoxin is very effective, especially for the giants." Escal wiped the sweat on his face, his tone with a hint of sadness, "From now on, Kai Ermohan no longer has the old spearhead."

"If the old man knew about this, what would his attitude be?"

"Vesemir is thinking about a serious issue, and some kind of major decision is brewing. I can see that it's best not to disturb him." Geralt shook his head.

"Man, I promised that I would find a way to help you solve this thing, how, I didn't break my promise?" Roy reached out to Lambert, who looked excited and gave him a high-five to celebrate.

"Good boy, it counts, it seems that Novigrad won't go!" As he spoke, Lambert walked up to the old spearhead's body and spat fiercely at its unrecognizable head, "Bastard. , this mouth is for Wardher!"

...

Next, it was the harvest time that everyone loved.

The seven witchers act together to dissect the Cyclops.

The one-eyed monster stands at the top of the ogre type, and its combat power and rarity are not much inferior to an ordinary green dragon.

This means that every part of it is of great value.

"Pfft—" Serret used a snake-style silver sword to cut off a piece of skin that was covered with dirt, stinking, but extremely tough, "It's a pity that its skin is full of holes, otherwise it can be made into at least four or five sets. armor."

"This is much stronger than dragon leather (Yaron leather)!"

"You can also make a set by piecing it together." Oaks sweated profusely and separated the next fingernail cap, put it on his chest and gestured again, "Well, it's almost like making a forearm shield."

The other guys were also very busy.

Leto was cutting through the Cyclops' ribs, looking for his internal organs.

At the same time, the parts contaminated by toxins are screened out.

Escal was cutting its cervical spine with a hand saw to collect spinal fluid.

Letho was dealing with its hard skull, looking for the mutagen the old one-eyed monster had hidden in his brain.

Lambert took a steel sword to separate the thick and tough eyelids, and tried to pull out the single eye that was bigger than the head of an ordinary person.

"The one-eyed monster's eyes are absolutely the essence of the whole body. Several ancient and rare recipes require it."

And Roy, with his hands around his chest, glanced at the busy companion on the behemoth, and then at the giant's crotch.

His face was solemn.

"Why are you in a daze, why don't you come to help?" Lambert shouted dissatisfied.

"That Cyclops thing is really big!"

"What?" Oaks asked curiously.

"That thing for men."

"Wow. It's like a catapult with plenty of ammo!"

"Of course, it's bigger than the one in the Cow Castle, and I'm sure someone will be fascinated by it."

Can sell for a lot of price.

Roy's eyes flashed.

I thought of my old friend in Cow Castle, Linus Pitt.

"Maybe he can introduce a big client and sell the one-eyed monster's big cow and skeleton specimens for a good price. Unfortunately, the skeleton is too big to handle, and it can't fit in the space after cutting."

This idea can only be temporarily abandoned.

The seven people worked together for more than an hour.

The moon rises, the water is covered with mist and gleaming silver, and the wooden boat returns with a full load.

It must be mentioned that Geralt took out a huge spherical growth from the one-eyed monster, which is equivalent to a large green mutation inducer, which undoubtedly meets the requirements of an intermediate witcher mutant.

Although contaminated with tetrodotoxin, Roy didn't care about it.

It's also just one step away from a neutral witcher.