The monster roared lowly.
It was as big as a buffalo in its prime, with a head like a wild cat, and a half-open mouth full of sharp teeth.
A pair of huge, deformed bat wings extends from both sides of the back.
The slender tail is covered with barbs, especially at the tip, which has a purple poisonous sac from which the poisonous needle pokes out, emitting a fascinating cold light.
Manticore.
A dwarf with a brown-red beard yelled.
"Surround it, surround it!"
"Get out of the way, I've already stressed to you, be careful of its tail!"
His body is very flexible. Every time he attacks, when the manticore turns around, he immediately distances himself after the attack.
This fighting style is very sophisticated, and he is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles.
At the same time, he also directed the other two dwarves to engage him head-on.
The manticore kept killing and biting, but the dwarves cooperated with each other and nimbly dodged it.
"Ha!"
The dwarf with a brown-red beard stood up and moved forward, whizzing out with his two-handed axe, slashing at the manticore's forelimb, causing blood to pour out.
The monster was in pain, its wailing sound echoed through the forest, and it quickly retreated, staggering a few steps.
Before it could recover from the pain, two dwarves who were waiting for an opportunity to move surrounded it from the flanks. They held thick hemp ropes in their hands and accurately wrapped them around the monster's hind limbs.
"Well done, chop off this beast's entire tail. I'll forge it into a spear!"
The dwarf, who was holding on to the hemp rope, said in a hoarse voice, "What kind of spear! No! You are a country bumpkin who has never seen the world! For God's sake, I will put a saddle between its wings and tame it into my mount! Imagine how fucking beautiful it will be!"
"Ha!? Mount? I don't want this ugly thing? Be careful when it pokes your butt with its tail!"
Even in the fight between life and death, the dwarves are still making jokes.
The manticore struggled desperately, but the hemp rope around its body was wrapped around and around, and it soon collapsed to the ground, letting out a long whine.
The face of the dwarf with a brown-red beard changed, "Oh, Yason, shut its mouth quickly, it's like a female cat in heat, the sound is too ugly!"
Before he finished speaking, a more powerful roar suddenly came from the distant sky.
A few hundred feet in the sky, a black spot appeared and expanded rapidly.
The fierce wind swept over and the forest sea surged.
A manticore, which was completely larger than the monster lying on the ground, fell from the sky, like a meteor falling to the ground, splashing a huge circle of dust.
The strong wind roared, and it spread its wings with a wingspan of more than seven meters, and its sharp claws lifted up the soil.
The female manticore's thick tail stood straight in the air, its tail needle kept trembling, and it made a hissing sound like a poisonous snake.
The monster's eyes are a creepy scarlet color, and it looks violent and ferocious.
Claws cut through the air.
The dwarf holding the hemp rope reacted very quickly and rolled to avoid it.
"Stab it!"
The hemp rope breaks.
The dwarf sighed the dust in his mouth, and was shocked and angry, "Why is this endless!? We just got rid of a female, and now there's a male!"
The dwarf with a brown beard laughed and said, "Hahaha, if you want to ride on someone else's wife, who else will you look for?"
"Shut your stinky mouth and go to hell with this guy!"
The dwarves were making a lot of noise, and even when facing new enemies, they still showed no fear.
The female manticore broke free from her restraints, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and rubbed her head against the male manticore's neck.
The latter lowered his eyes and patrolled the five dwarves, with murderous intent clearly visible in his eyes.
In an instant, the atmosphere became solemn.
The dwarves felt the pressure and stopped teasing each other.
The leader, the dwarf with a brown beard, silently put his ax behind his back, held a sword hilt in his broad palm, and spat.
"Damn it, it was your winged female cat that provoked us first! It was it that attacked us first!"
"If you want to fight, we will accompany you!"
The long sword was unsheathed, and a clear silver light flashed through the dense forest.
Even from a long distance, you can clearly see that the moment the sword was unsheathed, it caused a layer of faint ripples of deep cold in the air, and a sharp sword light spread from the tip of the sword.
This is definitely a rare and peerless sword.
After seeing the sword, the furious male manticore instinctively took a step back.
Beasts are more aware of danger than humans.
But it only deterred it for a moment.
"Roar!"
The male manticore roared, spread its wings, and charged forward.
The dwarf ducked to avoid the attack, and thrust out his sword, drawing a bloody line on the former's body.
The other four dwarves quickly spread out to make room for the boss.
The female manticore took advantage of the time just now to relax a lot from her injuries, and rushed forward to stop the other four dwarves.
For a while, the scene was at a stalemate.
But the leader's movements became slower and slower.
Dwarves do have unparalleled talent in strength, but their height and forearms naturally determine that they are not good at using long swords, and are more suitable to use battle axes or war hammers.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the dwarf's swordsmanship is considered very good, but limited by his physical condition, his wrist and height cannot flexibly control this long sword. Even if his movement is too flexible, it will appear clumsy.
The male manticore soon discovered this, and kept turning around the opponent, making a few false starts, spreading its wings to block the opponent's sight, and soon exposed the opponent's flaws.
The male Manticore's eyes showed a desire to succeed, and the venomous stinger on its tail, which was like a steel whip, was attached to its abdomen, and it suddenly stabbed out, screaming in the wind.
The dwarf with the brown and red beard discovered it, and was extremely horrified. It was too late to dodge, so he was forced to block with his sword.
"Dang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and sparks flew everywhere.
The powerful impact was transmitted along the blade of the sword to the dwarf's arms, causing his jaw to ache, crack and bleed.
The long sword fell out of it and flew high in the air, spinning at high speed.
The dwarf also flew backwards as if he had been hit by a cannon, and fell heavily to the ground.
"My dear mother!"
The dwarf cursed loudly, and the male manticore took advantage of the victory and rushed towards the dwarf with its teeth and claws bared.
Seeing this, the dwarf struggled to his feet, raised his arms, and roared.
He is a dwarf warrior, and he must die standing up!
At the moment of life and death, a feeling of extreme heart palpitations emerged from the heart of the male manticore.
The image of a black man appeared out of thin air, suddenly appearing in his line of sight, separating the two.
He raised his right hand, and the long sword flying in the air was caught firmly by him.
The strong wind blew his Wizard's Robe hunting sound, revealing a corner of his face.
The male manticore noticed the pair of beastly eyes. It was obviously a human being, but it made him fearful.
Arwen Horizontal sword and chest, this sword is more than three feet long, but weighs no more than two pounds.
Most of the blade is engraved with mysterious runes and is as sharp as a razor.
For those who are skilled in swordsmanship, it is no problem to shave with it.
The twelve-inch-long sword hilt is wrapped with strips of lizard skin. The cylindrical copper cap replaces the spherical round head. The cross guard is small, but the production is very elegant.
Primordial Runes on the sword seemed to respond to his breath, blooming with azure mist.
At Morgraig, he had already learned the interpretation of Primordial Runes from Ida·Emin.
Glancing at Primordial Runes, a smile appeared on Arwen's lips.
[Blade Perception] trigger.
[Sihil: A top-notch silver sword made by Mahakam dwarf forging master. It has almost no impurities from the inside out. The sword is forty inches long and spread all over Primordial Runes. The edge is as thin as a cicada. The center of gravity is one inch away from the front of the cross guard. Primordial Runes means "kill those sons of bitches"!]
While scanning the message, the male manticore seized the opportunity and pounced suddenly.
Arwen stepped forward vigorously, with his left foot as the center of the circle, and the sword swept across, drawing a blue arc.
"Tsk!"
The sword light split open the male manticore's chest, and it seemed like nothing was being penetrated. The thick fur split open, spreading out in waves like raw fish flesh, and hot fresh beads sprayed out.
The monster's eyes turned red and it pounced forward with its front paws, but was perfectly dodged by Arwen.
The tail with a poisonous stinger repeated its trick and quickly stabbed out from under the abdomen, with a sharp sound that broke through the air and went straight to Arwen's face.
Arwen's expression remained unchanged, while he slightly tilted his body, the second sword fell.
"Qiang!"
The frightening purple tail was cut off, and the venom was sprinkled on the ground, making a corrosive sound.
"Ho ho ho!"
The male manticore screamed, kicked its thick hind legs back, and flapped forward with a pair of wide bat wings, trying to distance itself.
But the speed of Arwen is really too fast, like a tarsal maggot arriving in the blink of an eye.
Taking advantage of the fact that the male manticore had not stabilized its body and exposed a large space for it to defend, Arwen raised the sword with both hands, Sihil aimed at its neck, and stabbed upward with full force.
Silver light flashed, and the sword's edge penetrated the monster's head like a broken bamboo.
Black rain of blood poured down.
The male manticore's eyes widened, his pupils were covered with blood, and his heavy body fell to the ground, lifeless.
[Kill the manticore and obtain Manticore Mutagen 25%]
The panel pops up.
Arwen glanced at it and felt a little pity that it was not a boss and could not fully collect the mutants.
He drew his sword and pulled away, bringing out a series of red and white objects.
The surroundings fell into dead silence.
The dwarves stared at Arwen one by one, and they all stopped in place.
The manticore, which brought them great trouble, was killed lightly by the opponent.
Just three simple swords.
As for the female manticore, her eyes were filled with sadness and resentment.
It broke away from the dwarves, spread its wings, and flew towards the forest.
Arwen raised his hand, tilted his body slightly, and prepared to chase after him, when a gasping sound came from behind him.
"Good Samaritan, please let it go."
The dwarf dusted himself off and walked deftly to Arwen.
"For the sake of the gods, please show your noble hand and spare its life."
The dwarf took a breath of the blood-smelling air, looked at the male manticore lying on the ground, and praised him.
"Besides us dwarves, there is only one other possibility to deal with this big cat so easily. I guess you must be a master witcher."
Arwen shook off the dirty blood on the sword, "Let it go, aren't you afraid that it will hurt more people?"
The dwarf with a brown beard smiled, "Huh? No one will come here except us dwarves and the master demon hunter."
"Besides, the little female cat has been injured and will not be able to cause trouble in the short term. Moreover, I saw that the little female cat has a very big belly. It is obviously pregnant. She is a little female cat who is about to give birth."
"This is also our fault. We drank too much mead, and we should have taken a detour to leave here, but we got drunk, sang war songs, and broke into its territory while singing, and we were attacked."
Arwen saw him talking about this and said with great interest, "Manticores are just like ordinary monsters. They are very territorial and highly vindictive. Be careful of your magnanimity, as it may harm you."
"Huh? Harmful to us? We dwarves are not afraid of them! We are not even afraid of giant dragons!"
"Yes, sir, if it dares to come back, I will tame it into my mount, just like the patriarch's high goat."
The surrounding dwarves also gathered around, chattering.
The dwarf with a brown beard scratched his head and said, "Kind-hearted people should stay away from others. We have always been like this."
"There is no way, who calls us exquisite altruists? The little female cat is pregnant, and we can't bear to kill her directly."
"By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet."
"My name is Zoltan, Zoltan·Qiwa."
After saying that, he turned around and extended his hand to introduce.
"These are my good brothers."
A dwarf packed up the hemp rope in his hand. It was him just now, holding the female manticore, and clamoring to tame it and make it his mount.
"My name is Munro Broy, a demon hunter. I'm glad to meet you."
He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Arwen as if they were familiar with each other.
"My name is Yason Varda. Your swordsmanship is really amazing. I can guarantee that it is the most powerful I have ever seen."
Yason shrugged his shoulders, with awe in his eyes.
He had narrowly escaped the manticore's tail needle just now, but now that he thought about it, he was still frightened.
The other two people are Caleb·Stratton and Figgis·Meluzhuo. They all have kind smiles on their faces and thank Arwen for their help.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zoltan is about to be defeated. Although he will not die, a few more scars on his body are essential. It was this demon hunter who saved them.
Zoltan said, "Friends who have come from afar, as you can see, we are brothers. Although we are not born from the same father and mother, our blood is thicker than water, and we are closer than real brothers!"
The dwarves laughed heartily, without any sense of tension after a life-and-death battle.
Arwen enjoyed this relaxing atmosphere and glanced at the faces of the five people.
Zoltan·Ziwa, whether it is the Witcher game or the original work of The Witcher, he is definitely our old friend and a good brother of Geralt.
He is kind and enthusiastic, and as he says himself, he is a pure altruist.
Whether facing friends, women or children, regardless of race, he will go all out.
Who wouldn't want such a kind person to lend a helping hand when they are in deep trouble?
Arwen took off the mask, revealing his original face.
"Arwen, School of the Wolf's witcher, nice to meet you."
When Zoltan and the four dwarves heard this name, their eyes showed shock.
"You, what did you just say? Are you Arwen?"
"Oh, my God, don't lie to us!
The dwarves looked excited and quickly surrounded Arwen.
Arwen was stunned for a moment, "Have you heard of me?"
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