Ignoring Dandelion's resentful tone, Lynn asked, "Continue, is it big?"
"There are three horses that are as long together. The withers are not as wide as the horses, but they are much fatter than the horses. The color is as gray as sand."
A rough outline immediately emerged in the demon hunter's mind.
"That's the green dragon."
Dandelion nodded like a chicken pecking rice. "Yes, yes, it suddenly swooped down and pounced on a group of sheep. All the sheep herders ran away. It killed more than a dozen sheep, ate four of them, and then flew away."
Lynn asked, "Fly away... that's all?"
The bard said with a grin.
"Of course it didn't stop. It came back again the next morning, this time closer to the city. It swooped down and pounced on the washerwoman washing clothes by the river."
"My friends, they were so scared that they ran away! I have never seen such a funny scene in my life. The dragon circled twice over Holopole City, and then flew to a nearby pasture to attack the sheep."
"You know, no one even believed the shepherd's words the day before. After everyone saw the dragon, no one doubted that the dragon was a legendary creature."
"The mayor began to mobilize the city's militia and adventurer's guild, but before he could organize the manpower, the common people resolved the matter on their own."
Unconsciously, the two people were surrounded by audience members.
The captain and several halberdiers guarding the roadblock also gathered around, listening curiously to the excitement.
They are soldiers of Caingorn, not people of Holopole.
Although they knew that their king had already passed by with a group of people earlier, they really didn't know what happened at Holopole.
Coupled with the entertainment these days, it is really lackluster. Human nature also loves to watch the excitement.
Naturally, everyone gathered around.
Seeing that he suddenly had so many listeners, Dandelion did not show any timidity. Instead, he became more and more proud because of the attention he received.
"Any idea how they dealt with that dragon?"
"Actually, it's nothing. It's just a very common method. A shoemaker named Kozoyed came up with a trick to kill the reptile."
"They killed a sheep and stuffed its belly with hemlock, belladonna, poison hemlock, sulfur, and cobbler's resin."
"To be on the safe side, the local pharmacist also added two quarts of boiled potion on his own initiative, and then asked the priest of Temple of Kreve to bless the sacrifice."
"Then they tied the sheep to stakes and put them into the herd."
"To be honest, no one believed that the dragon would choose this smelly dead sheep among a thousand sheep, but the result was beyond everyone's expectation."
"The other sheep were alive and well, but this one was swallowed along with the stake."
Lynn frowned and said to him.
"Don't always stop at the critical moment. What happens next? Keep talking, Your Majesty the Poet."
Dandelion coughed.
"Of course I go on to say that I won't shut up at the critical moment. Listen up: it doesn't take long - just as long as it takes a skilled man to undo a woman's corset - before the dragon starts roaring and puffing smoke from its mouth and buttocks."
"Then it rolled, tried to fly away but fell down and stopped moving. Two people volunteered to run over and test whether it was still breathing."
"One of these two people is a local gravedigger, and the other is an idiot in the village. The idiot's mother is the crazy daughter of a lumberjack. During the Trakasy rebellion, she was made pregnant by a group of halberdier soldiers passing by Holopole."
Lynn said in confusion, "Trakasy, who is that? Don't talk nonsense, Dandelion."
Dandelion raised his hands, showing an expression of being defeated by Lynn.
"Lynn, you are just like my other demon hunter friend. You are very boring. I am just adding some color to the gloomy facts. Okay, okay, don't glare at me. I will continue."
"Where was I talking about? Well, a gravedigger and a reckless idiot went to check it out, and... well, then we built a small, but extremely beautiful-looking tomb for them."
"Oh, very good." Borch stood aside and said nothing until now. "It means that the dragon is still alive."
"That's right." Dandelion replied happily, "It was still alive, but it was too weak to swallow the gravediggers and idiots. It only drank their blood, and then flew up... Even though it flew reluctantly, it still worried everyone."
"Every time the dragon flutters for a while, it roars down and then takes off again. Sometimes it can only drag its hind legs and crawl forward. The braver people follow not far away to prevent it from leaving sight."
Lynn can imagine that picture:
In fact, the Witcher world, like the Naruto world, is a typical world with high attack and low defense.
Not to mention the witcher.
Even those who have never read the novel or played the game will immediately associate it with Pitchfork.
Let's just talk about high-level vampires.
Take Regis for example.
Although he is now a high-level vampire named "Blood Abstainers", he was not like this a long time ago.
The reason why he banned blood is because he "died" once.
He once tried to go to a village to get some blood, but his attack was misplaced and he happened to pass a girl walking towards a well, and finally hit the wellhead at full speed.
The villagers who were awakened by the noise used wooden stakes to pierce Regis, who was buried under earth, rocks and rubble and could not move for a while, and chopped off his head...
Even for high-level vampires, their bodies are not so hard that they can ignore swords.
As for dragons, it's the same thing.
Their recovery ability is indeed very strong. As long as they are not fatally injured on the spot, they can recover in most situations.
But the defense power of dragons is not as exaggerated as some people think. The concentrated shooting of arrow rain and the intensive stabbing of spears will still cause damage to them.
As for the large crossbow bolts fired by the ballista, not even the dragon dared to ignore them.
Those brave people Dandelion said probably wanted to wait for the poison to completely take effect. When the dragon couldn't move, they would rush up and kill the dragon with sickles and hammers.
"You will definitely not expect the next development." Dandelion said again.
Lynn Holds the elbow of his right hand with his left hand, makes a fist with the five fingers of his right hand, and gently taps his cheek with the fist, as if in deep thought.
"You have already said that the fact that the dragon is still alive means that those brave people failed and let it escape in the end."
"Let me guess..."
"That dragon is hiding somewhere right now, relying on its own constitution to resist the toxin attack."
"And the reason why this crossing bridge is blocked is because it is the only way to get to the dragon's hiding place. Am I right, Your Excellency the Poet?"
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