From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

When Lan launched [Alder Sweep], he deliberately distanced himself from his companions. It can be said that what affected them was only the aftermath, and the purpose was only to clear away the fog in the vicinity.

But even if it was the aftermath, Lambert was almost turned over by Lann.

Fortunately, compared to Lambert, the little mist demon was more seriously affected, otherwise he might really be attacked without realizing it.

But instead of being surprised, Lambert was overjoyed, watching the little mist demon who had been unable to avoid it pounce on him. Without the cover of the fog, these big-headed guys would lose half of their fighting power.

There was nothing to talk about in the subsequent battles. Facing the three-headed monster whose attack power had lost most of its power, Lann alone was enough to deal with it, let alone Lambert by his side.

Seeing that the wolf faction demon hunters especially need to vent their emotions, Lann restrained his actions, and in the subsequent battles he just routinely used his seals and swords, giving Lambert the main attacking position.

However, within a dozen or so rounds, all three little mist demons were killed by the swords of the two demon hunters.

Lann waved and put away the corpses of the three monsters, planning to dissect them slowly after returning home. Looking back, I saw Lambert wiped off the blood on the wolf-head silver sword, and came up to talk to himself:

"Our cooperation is very pleasant... It's just that the tacit understanding needs to be increased."

Lambert was obviously referring to the [Alder Sweep·Magic Burst] that almost made him roll over.

"But I can't help but tremble with joy when I think that the old spearhead will have to go through this for a while." When Lambert said this, the smile on the corner of Lambert's mouth made Lann faintly think of Kayan.

Lambert is said to have friends of the cat school. Although the other party must be a rational cat, Lambert's character can also be glimpsed from it.

"Don't worry." Lan shrugged, "I've prepared a bigger 'surprise' for Old Spearhead."

The other demon hunters also surrounded him at this moment.

Escal looked at the place where the magic image created by the little mist demon just now, and suddenly sighed: "That child's face... I seem to have seen it before, it is our apprentice, he has survived the grass test and the dream test. Lian, but was blocked at the last level. I remember that he was drowned in this lake, and the little mist demon must have remembered his voice and appearance."

Geralt's eyes also became sad: "I remember him too. The hunting method of these little mist monsters is different from that of the harpies. They attract their prey from a long distance. That's why we didn't notice that we actually have such There are many people, so they didn't escape and were killed by us."

"Although this apprentice doesn't have a soul trapped here, it's just an image... But I also feel that at this moment, he has really gained real liberation."

Not far away, there were several dark figures in the pool, which seemed to be water ghosts or swamp witches. The keen demon hunters spotted their peeping figures early on. But after witnessing the battle and seeing the number of people on the shore clearly, these monsters turned around and dived into the bottom of the water. There were several layers of ripples as they swam, and they disappeared in an instant.

Vesemir took a deep breath. Seeing the apprentice who died tragically again, he was more sensitive and sad than anyone else. He said disinterestedly: "Let's go, get out of here."

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There is a small wooden house on the edge of the swamp, and there is a simple pier in front, where the boats used to go to the other side of the mountain lake are tied.

But at this moment, there is only a small half of the tattered rope connected to the wooden stake, and the boat has already drifted far away, and is almost approaching the center of the lake.

Lan covered his face in embarrassment, obviously this was the effect of the [Alder Sweep] hit before.

Lambert also covered his face: "I made a special knot. In theory, even a storm can't blow the boat away."

What to do now, find someone to jump into the river and row the boat back again?

When the juniors get into trouble, the elders end up. In the end, Mossack controlled the wind direction with natural magic and blew the sailboat back to the shore.

But then a new problem appeared: this sailing boat was too small, enough for the sparsely populated wolf faction in the past, but now the eleven people, who are full of dozens, obviously exceeded the load-bearing capacity of this sailing boat.

"Actually, I can open the portal. After the fog is dispelled, I can see the scene on the other side of the lake. Does anyone want to come with me?"

Facing Mossak's proposal with a smile, the demon hunters all took a step back and remained silent.

Letting the sailboat go back and forth twice can actually carry everyone there, but everyone obviously doesn't want to waste this effort. In the end, Vesemir and Leto stepped forward and chose the portal, and Kern also stood up with a sigh after thinking for a moment.

Lann thought for a while and said that he didn't need a sailboat, but he didn't want to pass through the portal, but waved his hand and stamped [Teleportation] on Colgrim.

The remaining six people just reached the load limit of this small sailboat. They made up their minds to swim to the other side even if the boat capsized.

Mossack summoned his magic again, setting off a gentle strong wind to sweep the sailboat across the lake at a speed it shouldn't have, and then with a wave of his hands, the portal opened.

Lann waved his hand and rejected Mossack's invitation. From a distance, he saw the witcher on the sailboat was preparing to go ashore. He took a step back, and his body turned into emerald brilliance and disappeared in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Om—"

Geralt felt a burst of bright light of a completely different color from the portal suddenly coming from the corner of his line of sight, and when he turned his head, he saw a group of human-shaped light and shadow faded into Lann's appearance, and he couldn't help being stunned:

"Lan, we did separate for a while, but it shouldn't be as long as I imagined, right? Your changes are really... I can't describe it."

With a "boom", the gust of wind blows the snow on the ground out of a deep pit, and the portal appears on the ground. Cohen and Leto came out staggeringly, followed by Vesemir, who was slightly pressing his head with his right hand, and Mossak, who was calm and composed.

Lann noticed the state of the old demon hunter, which seemed to indicate that the weak portal characteristic of the demon hunter really had the possibility of overcoming it?

"Hey, hey, Cohen." Lambert smirked and moved to Cohen's side, "Did you see the way Lan just came over? Would you..."

"Enough!" Cohen could no longer maintain the demeanor of the Knight School, "If I know how to do it, will I still have to suffer this crime!"

Lambert, contented to be yelled at, moved away from the griffin witcher and turned around.

In front of you is an unfathomable cave.

The mist by the lake thickened again at some point, and the white mist brought out the darkness of the cave even more. The shallow lake water under everyone's feet was mixed with sticky soil and water plants and stretched out towards the cave. Looking forward, you can see the wreckage of several sailboats scattered around.

It feels as if the giant mountain in front of me has grown a cruel mouth, chewing these poor boats into pieces.

This is where the old Spearhead lives.

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"Get ready," Vesemir ordered.

Everyone kept taking out things from the alchemy backpack and began to set a trap at the entrance of the cave.

It took about a quarter of an hour to get up again.

Looking back into the cave, one could faintly hear a thick and muffled thundering sound. If it is a farmer who doesn't know why, he may think that it is some kind of beast in fear; if he is a knowledgeable adventurer and scholar, he will seriously explain that it is the wind caused by the special terrain.

But all the demon hunters knew that this was really the voice of a giant beast.

"This is the snoring sound of old Spearhead sleeping." Lambert's face became serious again, "I will never forget it in my life."

The demon hunters stopped talking and pulled out the silver swords on their backs in a tacit understanding. [Ogre Oil] was carefully painted on the sword spine, and the hilt decorated with three different animal heads: Griffin, Snake, and Wolf seemed to be roaring together at the moment.

The [Cat] for night vision, the [Swallow] for recovery, and the [Thunder] for strengthening the body. The three bottles of potion were consumed by snake and wolf demon hunters at the same time; Cohen did not drink [Thunder], but instead 【Tawny Owl】.

Three bottles of potions are enough for a normal witcher, but Lan chose to take all the above four bottles.

Immediately, the ten expressionless faces faded in a burst of heavy breathing, pale as dead bodies, black meridians around the eye sockets exploded, and their sclera became darker than a cave, like vengeful ghosts.

Mossak waved his hand to add a layer of magic shield to himself, and followed the demon hunter step by step into the cave. Darkness engulfed their figures, like a mountain opening its mouth to swallow its prey.

The cave is very high, as long as fifteen meters, and a giant can run wantonly in it. Moss and unknown plants grow between the cracks in the rock wall. Because of the dim light throughout the year, they all show a curled up life posture, hideous and terrifying.

Ten pairs of glowing eyes stick to the rock wall, walking silently like cats. Lan was worried about Mossack at the beginning, and wanted to help him at the end of the team, but he didn't expect that the old druid was particularly comfortable in this environment. It is also more than ordinary mercenaries.

After all, he is an adventurer who has traveled in the mainland for dozens or hundreds of years, and the druid lineage itself has the meaning of both magic and martial arts. Physical fitness is reasonable.

Suddenly, Vesemir, who was at the front of the line, made a stop gesture, pointing his finger to the ground. What the darkness hides is invisible to the witcher: dry bones.

There are human beings, and there are animal ones. They were all broken from the whole with great force like biscuits, and many bones were completely broken. No teeth marks of gnawing can be seen on it, because with the hardness of these bones, no monster's "marks" can be left at all.

In order not to disturb the sleeping monster, everyone carefully walked around the bone pile. When Wolf Pai saw a few pieces of children's skulls, his eyes became even colder.

Until a certain moment, everyone was shocked and held their breath. In front of him was a giant sleeping in the darkness.

"Hoo...hoo..."

"Lu... Lu..."

There was a thunderous snore. Everyone was thirty steps away, but they felt as if a beast was roaring in their ears.

The monster was lying on its back, its chest undulating slightly, and fell into a dream. It was more than five meters tall, and its skin was pale and rough like a dead man. A black cloth bag was placed on the half-human-sized head, revealing a huge, closed eyeball in the center of the cheek.

Its lower body was wearing a pair of tattered trousers wrapped in black and greasy canvas. The upper body is naked, exposing the arms that grow to the knee like a gorilla, and the muscles on the top are raised like hills. People can judge keywords such as "great power" and "wide attack range" at the first sight.

The palm is huge, enough to crush a whole person to death; clenched into a fist, it is also comparable to a chariot, enough to break mountains and rocks.

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Cyclops, classified as [Ogre]. It is a monster brought from another world through the intersection of the heaven and the earth, and it is definitely not a monster that can be bred by the biological chain of the local world.

Its ability is simple and unpretentious: its huge size allows it to obtain a huge attack range and straight-line speed; its surging power is enough to break mountains and block rivers; Magic resist.

Many poems even regard Cyclops as a kind of "natural disaster", thinking that this is definitely not a creature that humans can fight against.

No one has ever killed a Cyclops head-on since recorded in human history. The only death case of a Cyclops is said to be in 1112, more than a hundred years ago. At that time, scholars discovered the corpse of a Cyclops who died of natural causes, the cause of death was unknown, and he was over 300 years old when he died. Later it was taken to Niubao to be stuffed.

Today, there may be the second death case of Cyclops in history, and it is a real "kill".

All the witchers except Lann held their breath when they saw the Cyclops. This is not a game. The demon hunter's armor plus [Quen's Seal] can't stop this level of attack. The difference between armored and unarmored is just "died on the spot" or "died" after being carried back.

Even Lan En, today is ready for the first time in his life to be hit with the resurrection effect of [Undead].

According to the plan prepared in advance, Lei Suo took the companions of his school to swim in the dark like a snake. He took out all kinds of poison weapons, alchemy poisons, and inhalation poison fog bombs, and surrounded the giant beast.

Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of natural energy fluctuations suddenly rose from Mossak's body, and at that moment it reminded people of the raging waves of the forest.

No longer caring about hiding his whereabouts, Mossak let out a loud roar, which disturbed the old spearhead in his dream, and also awakened the plants in the cave that had been dormant for hundreds of thousands of years.

Countless plant vines shot out from the cracks in the rock wall, binding the old spear head tightly as if possessing sanity; there were also plant vines that descended from the sky at the top of the cave, crushing the old spear head as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top under the body.

All the members of the Snake faction rushed forward at the same time, and all kinds of poison greeted the old spearhead like money.

With a "poof", Colgrim felt as if his poisoned dagger had slashed on a leather-tanned shield. It only left a slight scratch, but it didn't break the defense at all.

Kolgrim didn't use the silver sword because the poison on the dagger was stronger, and it was the same with Serrit and Oakes. Only Lei Suo used the legendary poisonous sword bestowed by Rann to barely penetrate the skin, causing strangely colored blood to flow from that wound. But for the size of a cyclops, it's like being stung by a bee.

The unbelieving Snake Sect and the others wanted to continue, but they suddenly felt that the mountain was shaking, and the plants that bound the old spearhead were suddenly tightened together, and then the roots broke apart!

Immediately afterwards, Mossack's voice came: "Back! My magic can't trap it!"

The plants produced by magic are delicate and soft, and they are not as good as the old wood that has really been beaten by wind and rain. They can't last long in the face of the Cyclops' power like a landslide.

Colgrim hurled several [Demon Dust] gas bombs at the Cyclops' face, turned and ran. When he stepped forward, he only heard a loud noise from behind that almost deafened his ears.

Looking back in a hurry, I saw the cyclops bulging its muscles like a hill, and power unimaginable by ordinary people erupted from it. Accompanied by the roar of thunder, that frightening whole body exerted force suddenly, and tore off the roots that were pressing on him, including the rock wall of the cave.

Rushing rocks fell down, and Colgrim felt his feet shaking. This cave was in danger of landslides!

"Run! Run! Run!"

From everyone's point of view, the stone pestle fell from the sky within a few breaths, and then flew towards the surroundings as if it had endured an explosion on the spot. There were golden lights flickering in the darkness, and it was the fleeing snake hunter. The Demon Man was inspired by the [Quen Seal] on his body.

"Woo-boom!!"

A thunderous sound rumbled, and a figure stood up again in the darkness.

The legs of the Cyclops were longer than the body of a human. Seeing that the Snakes were in danger of being overtaken, Lan En's eyes suddenly glowed with emerald brilliance, and the world suddenly slowed down in his eyes.

[flashing]!

A golden flash lit up behind the old Spearhead's head, and Lan raised his hands above his head with the rune sword, and with the strength of his waist and abdomen, he charged for a breath for a short time, and slashed down in the air!

"puff--"

The blade was buried shallowly for a third of it from the back of the neck, which was barely enough for the Cyclops, but was immediately caught by the muscles, unable to penetrate any further.

The old spearhead obviously hadn't been injured for a long time, and he forgot to chase the snake-sected demon hunter in pain, and turned his head to slap Lan En like a mosquito.

Lan stepped on the back of the old Spearhead's neck with both feet, pulled out his lake girl's long sword as if pulling a carrot, and then was blown by the strong wind on the pavement so that he couldn't open his eyes, just like everyone else The big slap was about to be pressed down.

"Om—"

The figure disappeared again in the emerald-colored magical energy, and the Cyclops slapped him hard on the neck, causing a scream of pain.

Lann showed his figure: "Hey, Lambert. It seems that he is the only one who can inflict damage on the Cyclops. Can you use your evolved [Axis Sign] to make it self-harm?"

Lambert pouted: "I think new friends should be given a chance to show off."

"Don't gossip on the battlefield!" Mossak yelled, "Lan, how about it, can you use your strange sword skills to deal with it?"

Although in terms of life level and lethality, Cyclops is far inferior to the ancient deer head spirit that Lan En and his team dealt with, even worse than the deer head spirit. But the demon hunters are more willing to encounter monsters with obvious weaknesses like the deer head spirit, because this means that as long as there is targeted preparation, they can still hunt.

But the Cyclops is like a hexagonal warrior, and he can only attack it in a stupid way, which is why the wolf faction has not dealt with the old spearhead for so many years.

This is like a wonderful circular ecological chain. The demon hunter can use some means to kill the deer's head spirit. The deer's head spirit can kill the cyclops in the forest, and the cyclops can make normal demon hunters helpless and be killed.

In particular, the old spearhead is also an outstanding existence among the Cyclops, just like the ordinary "deer head spirit" and "ancient deer head spirit".

Fortunately, Lan En is not an ordinary demon hunter. Recalling the feeling from the New Year's greeting sword technique just now, Lan En nodded: "It takes some time to accumulate strength, but it can be cut."

"To be honest, I regret that I didn't bring my bed crossbow with me when I went out!"

Mossak knew a little about the effects of some of Lan's system skills that were routinely used in battle. The other demon hunters didn't know why, but they also chose to believe.

"Then follow the plan!"

All the demon hunters staggered each other, and then slapped the ground together. Immediately, the entire cave was covered with the purple brilliance of the [Sign of Arden], forming a magic formation. Each circular magic circle is barely close to the side to prevent accidental injury to other comrades in arms

The old Spearhead charged forward and rammed into it head-on. The purple brilliance clings to his upper body, and the giant with extremely high magic resistance staggers and is slightly blocked, but still has the aura of a landslide.

Seeing this, Lan also joined the team, slapped the ground with one hand, and suddenly raised an Arden magic circle that was bigger than all the people combined. With the superimposition of multiple methods, the figure of the old spear finally slowed down visibly to the naked eye.

Vesemir swung the silver sword in Lann's magic circle in surprise, feeling the unobstructed body: "Your magic seal can really distinguish between friend and foe."

At the same time, watching Lann's magic seal turn into purple lightning and strike the giant's body, splashing a spark from time to time, Cohen fell into deep thought.

"Don't be stupid, back!"

Everyone rushed towards the entrance of the cave, and only under the delay of the [Yarden Seal] could they run past the Cyclops whose legs were longer than humans.

Soon there was light in front of them again, and all the demon hunters slowed down slightly when they saw this, carefully avoiding the trap set by their group before.

Lan En was unscrupulous, and he spotted a clay pot that was half exposed on the ground and kicked it all the way, and immediately a pungent green smoke filled the air.

This is the [Dragon's Dream] that dissipates flammable gas.

On the side, there are more [Dancing Star], [Honeycomb], and [Devil Dust]. A rough number, more than a hundred.