"I have long heard people say that wherever there are crows hovering, bad things happen. They are disasters and the embodiment of plague, which is why we attracted that monster!"
Martin held his head and looked at the corpses around him, all of which were his former partners, feeling guilt and pain intertwined in his heart.
Arwen turned around and said, "Get out of here quickly and go south on the path. You won't encounter any danger."
Martin and his surviving companions showed gratitude on their faces, "Thank you, good Samaritan, we will leave now."
Listening to the hurried footsteps behind him, Arwen walked to a corpse next to the carriage.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the dismembered bodies attracted a swarm of annoying flies.
The cat's eyes condensed and he searched the corpse. The wounds were extremely rough and the broken bones were shattered.
It wasn't chopping with sharp claws, it was the result of being torn apart alive by some kind of blunt instrument.
Also, not far from the body, there was a feather stained with blood.
With a hook of his fingers, the feather floated into his palm.
The feathers are about one foot long and have hard roots. The most eye-catching thing is the dark golden lines on the feathers, which shine brightly in the sunlight.
Put it in front of your nose and smell it, it has a very special sour smell.
Judging from the corpses at the scene and the oral statements of the two lumberjacks, Arwen already had the answer in his mind.
Griffin, not the ordinary Griffin, Royal Griffin.
According to Kyle Mohan's Monster Bestiary, Royal Griffin is very different from ordinary lions, just like tigers and wild cats.
First of all, in terms of body shape, Royal Lion is larger in size. The feathers on the neck and head are not ordinary brown-gray, but dark red or dark brown.
What's important is that they have a stronger sense of territory and are more brutal.
Any living creature that enters its field of vision will be regarded as a provocation. Not only will it be killed, but it will also be tortured to death, dismembered, or hung on a high tree to intimidate the territory.
He dropped the feathers casually, glanced at the cliff not far away, and sniffed.
[Blood Intuition] With mental power, you can clearly feel that the smell of Royal Griffin is drifting towards that location.
A few random Igni Signs were used to dispose of the corpses at the scene.
The smell of blood is too strong, and it is easy to encounter Ghoul, causing secondary damage.
The wind blew through the pine forest, and the dark shadows flashed away.
Arwen came to the top of the cliff. The surrounding area was bare and the view was extremely broad.
This terrain is an ideal nesting spot for Royal Griffin.
The spiritual power spreads out like a wave.
Everything within a kilometer is within perception.
Not far ahead, there were dead trees piled up to form a huge monster lair, filled with white bones and emitting the stench of carrion.
A Royal Griffin, twice the size of an ordinary male lion, was facing away from him, frantically tearing at a narrow stone crevice on the cliff with its front paws.
Every impact made a deafening sound.
And under the crack in the stone, there was a dark little guy hiding, with his head tilted and his scarlet eyes full of vigilance.
It's Raven.
Arwen was refreshed, but did not step forward immediately.
He lowered his eyes slightly and saw an aura that shouldn't have appeared on the slope of the cliff.
The man was riding a brown war horse, wearing a chainmail-style turban on his head, with regular features and a mustache.
He looked to be in his twenties, wearing heavy plate armor and a black cloak.
A short sword and a marching bag hung from his waist.
His eyes were firm, staring at Royal Griffin in front of him.
He stretched out his hand to pull down the mask from the horse's head, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and moved forward unswervingly without any fear.
"All living beings have mercy! I walked along the blood trail for two whole days and finally found the lair of you beast!"
The knight shouted, clenching the spear in his hand, the cold light was piercing.
This sudden and loud sound immediately disturbed Royal Griffin.
It stopped attacking the stone cracks, turned its eagle head covered with dark red feathers, tilted its head slightly, and looked at the knight with its dark golden vertical pupils.
The violent aura of the monster lord here suddenly hit his face.
There was an anthropomorphic joking look in its eyes. Royal Griffin already had considerable wisdom. In its opinion, the human on horseback in front of it was the food delivered to its home.
The knight stared at the monster in front of him, unwavering under the extreme terror, like a devout martyr.
With a loud shout, he straightened his spear and launched a charge.
"Die! You beast!"
Royal Griffin roared, the eagle's beak erupted with sound waves, its two-foot-wide wings spread completely, and the terrifying wind pressure instantly pressed against the knight.
Immediately afterwards, Royal Lion's muscular rear body suddenly twisted, and a long tail like a steel whip was violently thrown out.
This is its usual trick.
"Bang!"
The long tail swept towards the war horse, the horse's legs were broken, and the sound of mourning filled the sky.
The knight reacted very quickly. He pedaled his horse and rolled forward, dodging the attack, and thrust out the spear in his hand.
"Tsk!"
The tip of the spear pierced the thick hind leg, and blood poured down.
"Roar!"
Royal Griffin was in pain and fell completely into a violent rage. His wings vibrated, and the strong wind pressure squeezed out the air, leaving his body hanging in the air.
The knight hurriedly drew his gun and retreated back, his eyes bright, preparing for a second attack.
But Royal Griffin roared loudly and flew high in the sky.
It itself is the king of the air, hovering in the air several times, looking ferociously, and swooping down from high altitude.
The knight quickly dodged, holding the small buckler in his left hand in front of him.
"Boom!"
The extremely terrifying force knocked his entire body away, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground, rolling around on the ground several times.
A strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit him. He grabbed the rock wall with both hands and barely managed to stand still without falling from the edge of the cliff.
The knight gritted his teeth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the chainmail silk scarf on his head fell off, looking miserable.
But he did not give up, but took out the cross sword from his waist, his eyes still fanatical.
Royal Griffin was also completely offended by the human in front of him, and aimed his sharp eagle beak at the latter.
It wants to twist off the head of the human being in front of it alive, and then hang its body on the cliff.
"The sage said, I gazed at the monster and cut off the blasphemous horn from its evil head."
The knight muttered softly, just about to get up and launch the final charge.
However, at this moment, Royal Lion moved.
Its speed was so fast that he couldn't react at all, and the sharpness of the eagle's beak stung his eyes.
At the critical moment.
A black afterimage, like lightning, suddenly appeared on the right side of the peripheral vision.
A powerful whip hit Royal Griffin's neck. Under the sonic boom, the feathers bloomed like waves, then exploded and flew all over the sky.
"Boom!"
Royal Griffin's huge body flew out, fell heavily to the ground, rolled several times, and scattered the nest made of bones.
The shrill screams echoed through the sky.
The young knight's pupils narrowed and he looked at the scene in front of him in extreme shock.
One whip kick, just one whip kick, and the monster was kicked away!
Gods for heaven's sake, how is this possible?
The rustling wizard robe brought him back to reality.
The man in black robe walked forward.
"Roar!"
Royal Griffin's wings vibrated, dead wood and bones flying all over the sky.
The dark golden beast's pupils were filled with bloodlust, a low roar was squeezed out of its throat, and it rushed towards the location of Arwen.
Arwen The cat eye under the hood shoots out two gray lines of spiritual power.
[Eye of Petrification]
"Buzz buzz!"
Royal Griffin's body paused, his blood froze, and he noticed Arwen's beastly eyes.
There were emotions in my heart that I had never felt before.
fear.
It wanted to run, but the man in black robe had already appeared in front of it.
The five fingers spread out, and an inverted triangle rune was carved in the void.
The pale palms were covered with frost.
[Piercing Cold Aard Sign]
The dazzling blue-white ice mist roared out, and the violent air current swept through its body.
The feathers and skin all over the body are being frozen, and even the blood in the blood vessels is making a clicking sound.
In an instant, half of Royal Griffin's body was immersed in frost.
Arwen made a fist with five fingers, leaned over slightly, kicked the ground with his right leg, and [Giant Bloodline] and [Giant Limb Armor Break] exploded.
"Bang!"
The rocky ground suddenly cracked.
The fist hit Royal Griffin hard on the head.
The strong wind made Griffin's ears ring incessantly, and the extreme force turned his brain into a mess.
The dark golden pupils were instantly flooded with blood, and in fear, his whole body fell to the ground, losing his life.
Arwen moved his wrist and scanned the panel.
[Kill Royal Griffin(BOSS) and obtain 100% of Royal Griffin(BOSS) mutants]
[Royal Lion mutation (blue): Installing this mutation will greatly enhance your own strength and obtain the blue talent: Claw Armor Break.]
[Claw Armor Break (Blue): The fists of your limbs and the cuticles of your fingertips have been mutated. When you attack with your bare hands, it has an armor-piercing effect and can ignore 20% of the target's physical defense]
[Whether to install the Royal Griffin mutation]
Install."
In an instant, a stream of heat flowed from the spine to the limbs, followed by a heart-piercing pain.
Arwen's face was expressionless, and he let out a foul breath.
Raising his right hand, the space ring's fluorescent light flashed, and the entire body of Royal Lion was included in it.
Turning around, the knight stared at him dumbfounded, especially after seeing the Signs, and murmured, "You----you are a demon hunter?"
Even though he knew his identity, his powerful strength still made it difficult for him to maintain his composure.
Arwen walked past him, lowered his eyes, and whistled softly.
There was movement from within the cracks in the stone, making the knight immediately alert.
"And--there are still monsters?"
But after a rough croaking sound, a black Raven emerged from the vines at the crack of the stone, tilted its head, and after a flutter, excitedly flew to Arwen's shoulder.
It easily rubbed its head against Arwen's neck and croaked, as if complaining.
Arwen touched his head with his fingers. Unexpectedly, this little guy really remembered him.
The mental power swept across its body, and the cat's eyes flashed.
He noticed the majestic vitality in Raven's body.
According to the normal lifespan of Raven, it is about fifteen years, but this little guy has already exceeded its expected lifespan and is still strong. This is due to the monster meat Arwen fed it.
Especially the meat of Old Spearhead and Royal Wyvern has evolved its life.
This also caused Royal Griffin to be so greedy that he wanted to eat it.
The young knight saw this scene and said in disbelief.
"Your Excellency, you came to kill this monster, but for this Raven?"
Arwen is noncommittal.
The knight rolled his Adam's apple, drew a cross on his chest, and said movedly, "Gods above, you are so compassionate that you do not hesitate to put yourself in the danger of the monster's lair, which makes me feel ashamed and admired."
Arwen glanced at him. The well-mannered knight in front of him still maintained the knight's dogma at all times. It was really rare in this world.
"I will kill this Griffin and give it to me. Do you have any objection?"
The knight put the long sword into its scabbard and performed another knightly salute.
"Of course, Your Excellency, that is the grace given by your glorious bravery, and I will never dare to touch it."
"I am from Eyck of Denesle, what do you call me?"
Eyck? Eyck of Denesle?
Hearing this name, Arwen felt a wave of emotion in his heart.
No wonder, no wonder the man in front of me would still charge when facing an invincible monster. It turned out to be him.
He is rarely mentioned in The Witcher games, but in The Witcher 1, there are scenes about him.
Eyck of Denesle, he is a famous knight-errant. He can be said to be one of the few outliers in this cruel world. He is a good man, a devout believer, and even a hero in the eyes of others.
He has superb sword skills and monster hunting skills. He is a monastic knight who is keen on wandering around and specializing in hunting monsters.
The most rare and valuable thing is that he refused to accept any reward.
From Ghoul to poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, even if he is very poor and has countless patches on his shirt, he will not ask for a penny in reward.
In the near future, he will even be invited to participate in an expedition to hunt the golden dragon.
In that team where everyone has evil intentions, he is the only pure person with the determination to kill all monsters.
By the way, Geralt is also in that team. As competitors, everyone looks down on each other.
But Geralt still praised the other party, saying he was a brave and fearless knight and a noble and flawless person.
"Wizard's Robe."
Arwen Road.
Eyck was stunned for a moment, knowing that the other party was talking about a title, but for a witcher like a knight errant, knowing the title is enough.
He spoke in a respectful tone and extended an invitation, "The sage has said that when we fight against that filthy thing, the gods can send us blessings. May the gods favor you forever."
"Your Excellency has a kind heart, would you like to accompany me to cleanse the evil and kill all the monsters?"
Arwen smile.
The other party undoubtedly has a sincere heart and is a hero.
"Dear Mr. Eyck, I have heard about your deeds. I believe you know the relationship between witchers and gold coins."
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Saying that, Arwen patted his shoulder and walked past him.
"It will get dark soon. We are destined to meet again."
Eyck stared at Arwen leaving, Raven squawked, turned his head and glanced at the blood-heavy sky again, but was not discouraged by the departure of Arwen.
Eyck killed the dying war horse, prayed heavily for it, and buried it hastily in dead wood and stones, then dragged the wounded body towards Ellander.