Arwen stepped forward, silently chanting the 30-second countdown in his heart. This time is enough!
The three dwarves were frightened by the black-haired ghost and roared loudly, trying to overwhelm the former's momentum with their voices.
The sword wind roared violently, and in a blink of an eye, the sword edge had reached the bald head of the "sneak attacker" dwarf.
The latter screamed, his head sunken, and then exploded like a watermelon.
Arwen The heart is beating violently.
25 seconds left.
The other two dwarves roared and their eyes turned red.
As a clan of warriors, they have never had a moment of weakness.
Well come!
Arwen The cat's eyes are violent, dragging the giant sword to spin and sweep across.
[Whirling Blade] was triggered, and the two extremely powerful swords directly harvested the remaining dwarves.
20 seconds.
Arwen looked around, and his cat's eyes quickly locked onto the green frog hiding in the bushes.
He took a breath, completely ignoring the injury on his thigh, and sprinted with all his speed.
The frog's eyes were frightened. Knowing that he was being targeted, he kicked off his hind legs and jumped out of the bush.
It wanted to escape, but only for a moment, and the sound of strong wind tearing its cloak came from behind.
The frog felt a strong breath coming from the top of his head. He raised his eyes and stepped down hard with his boots inlaid with silver ingots.
"Quack!!!"
"Bah!"
The frog's fat body was directly trampled to pieces.
Arwen Looking for the final target, the pine forest is silent.
"Hiding?"
He frowned.
Suddenly, he [Dual Souls] caught a trace of magic fluctuation.
Immediately afterwards, a line of smoke appeared among the nettles more than ten meters in front, and a human figure immediately condensed.
Take a closer look.
It was the pointed-eared elf who grabbed Mia. His face was twisted and his whole body was shaking. He was obviously very scared.
"Devil!"
He screamed, turned around and ran away.
Arwen first slightly threw the giant sword into the air, then held the hilt of the sword backwards, with the blade pointed directly at the elf's back.
After capturing the movement trajectory, the muscles of his right arm rose up and he shot out violently like a giant sword and a javelin.
"Whoops!"
The sound of breaking through the air cut through the pine forest, and the sword blade penetrated into the back, nailing the elf to a pine tree.
Along with the elves' wails, blood flowed out from the sword groove and continued to drip onto the ground.
The Raven sound hovering in the air suddenly stopped and stopped among the tree trunks.
Arwen's tight heartstrings were finally relaxed at this moment, and the sharp pain in his thigh followed closely.
He took a breath of cold air and held his right hand on the tree trunk to support his body.
[School of the Wolf Witcher Swordsmanship experience +5!]
The scent of lily of the valley comes.
Mia looked panicked and supported Arwen's body.
"You are injured, let me help you sit down first."
As she spoke, she quickly helped Arwen sit in a slightly cleaner place, and quickly rummaged through the package around her waist.
Scissors, clean linen bandages...Arwen smelled it with his nose, and found a strong herbal smell, and thought to himself, "There is also ointment to stop bleeding."
She put on gloves and skillfully used scissors to cut open Arwen's pants next to the wound. There were two thumb-wide wounds on the pale skin, which were caused by a three-edged dagger.
This kind of dagger is very vicious and the wounds caused often bleed profusely.
But the situation before him was completely beyond Mia's expectation.
Although Arwen is still bleeding, the speed is obviously slower than normal.
"It's [Golden Oriole]. After I drink it, it can reduce the damage caused by bleeding."
Mia was suddenly enlightened. After a quick check, he said, "I need to do simple treatment on the wound. The process may be a bit painful. Do I need anesthesia?"
"No," Arwen gritted his teeth and said, "I am a demon hunter. I cannot use anesthesia. Let's just start."
Mia pursed his lips, quickly took out the potion, and after quick disinfection, began to use fishing thread to simply suture the wound, followed by a bandage.
During the whole process, Arwen just closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.
The sky was dim, Mia wiped the sweat from his forehead.
She squeezed the time and finished it before it got completely dark.
Arwen took a deep look at Mia. He looked very young, but his skills were very good.
But if you think about it carefully, if you hadn't had excellent strength, you wouldn't have been given this dangerous task by Temple of Melitele.
"I brought some food." Mia whispered.
"Ouch..."
A shrill howl of wolves came from the pine forest in the distance, and her body trembled.
Arwen frowned, then relaxed, "It's okay, there is the smell of Royal Wyvern here. Even if the smell of blood is stronger, they won't dare to come."
Mia was comforted by Arwen and breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at Arwen, who was holding the tree trunk with one hand and trying to stand up. She quickly stood up and helped her, "You can't do strenuous exercise yet."
"I have to get my sword back."
The wolf howled again.
Mia understands this.
After retracting the sword, Arwen called back his mare and used Axii Sign to finally comfort the other party and stay beside Royal Wyvern's body.
Mia collected some dry branches around and built a simple bonfire.
Arwen cast Igni Sign with his right hand, and sparks exploded in the branches, followed by flames.
Taking heavy steps, he came to Royal Wyvern's body, pulled out the dagger attached to his waist, cut off a large piece of meat from Royal Wyvern's thigh, cut another strand of meat, and threw it to Raven, who had been waiting for a long time.
When we returned to the campfire, Mia had already cleaned the area and laid a clean mat.
She watched Raven happily holding meat in his mouth and jumping up and down behind Arwen.
"Young witcher, may I know your name now?"
Mia looked curious.
Arwen sat on the mat, sharpened a piece of clean firewood with a dagger, and skewered Royal Wyvern meat.
"Arwen·Thyssen, help me get the table salt, it's in the saddle bag."
Mia walked to the mare, opened the saddle bag, and quickly rummaged through the dim light of the fire, "Edible salt, here, is this... fish hook and line?"
She picked it up and looked at it carefully, "It's true, Nenneke told me that you demon hunters will always carry this thing with them. Oh, no, even men will have this thing."
Arwen calmed down and used [Alchemy Perception] the two skewers of Royal Wyvern barbecue in his hands.
After confirming that the poison on the arrow was not contaminated, he safely placed it on the fire.
He wasn't really worried about toxins, mainly because there was Mia beside him.
"Here, here you go." Mia sat down next to him again.
Arwen fixed the kebab on the campfire and took the salt.
The flames engulfed the firewood, and the two of them fell into silence as they watched the blood-red barbecue gradually turn white.
Mia peeked at Arwen's side face and whispered, "Thank you, without you here, I might have died here."
"You've noticed something is wrong with them a long time ago, right? I was the one who caused you to get hurt. I'm sorry..."
When she said this, fear appeared on her face.
Arwen chuckled, "Temple of Melitele has a friendly relationship with us, and I will not leave you alone."
"Besides, without your help, I wouldn't be able to hunt this Royal Wyvern. And the transformation technique also helped me a lot."
"Really?"
"Hmm."
"Hey, that's not a transformation spell, it's a transformation potion."
"Oh?"
Speaking of this, Arwen became interested, "Transformation potion? Is it the same as transformation magic?"
Mia snorted, "It should be about the same. The transformation potion is a method that only the high priest can use. There is not much in the whole Temple of Melitele. The bottle I just used was for self-defense in this mission. Oh, and Nenneke, she can also make it."
"The high priest said that Nenneke's alchemy talent is the best she has ever seen, and he is also the person closest to the high priest."
Royal Wyvern The meat is sizzling and oily, and the rich smell of barbecue comes. Arwen sprinkles it with edible salt and hands it to Mia.
Mia took it with both hands, "Thank you."
She blew on it and took a bite, her beautiful eyes shining.
"It's so delicious..."
Arwen also took a bite, and his mouth was filled with the rich aroma of meat, and the mellow oil danced on the tip of his tongue, fat but not greasy.
Wyvern's meat is of the highest quality and can only be enjoyed by the royal family. No special cooking techniques are required, just a little salt is needed to make it a top-quality delicacy.
"Nenneke is still in the temple?"
"You know her?"
"Well, almost nine years ago, she taught me a humanities course at Kyle Mohan."
Mia raised her head and looked at the sky. Nine years ago, she had not joined Temple of Melitele.
"Isn't the location of the temple at Town of Frankenthal? I didn't see it when I was in town."
Mia said with a little excitement, "It's near Town of Frankenthal, almost a mile away. It's very beautiful there. Els Castle used to be an elf. Do you want to go?"
Arwen nodded, "As a School of the Wolf demon hunter, I must pay a visit to the teacher who once taught me."
"So that's how it is."
She finished eating the barbecue, and the cold wind blew through her hair. Even with a bonfire, it was difficult to resist the cold wind in October in the north.
"The weather is getting a little cold."
She shuddered.
Arwen said, "I have a mattress, which is also in the saddle bag."
Mia stood up and rummaged for a while, making sparse sounds.
Immediately, Arwen felt a soft body beside him, and the mattress was pressed against his back.
Mia leaned on Arwen's shoulder, tightened the mattress with one hand, and yawned.
After the hunting and wound treatment just now, my spirit was already exhausted.
"Good night, Witcher."
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the flames through cat eyes, and tightened the mattress.
"Good night."