Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 819 801. Challenge Dinosaurs

The flannel ball trotted on all fours, often running in front of the two demon hunters.

Then he raised his little head and sniffed around. It seems that he is recording the monster smell of this world with his own nose.

The clanking sound of its acorn shell armor sounded lively and sweet.

"Can this kitten really help?"

Geralt moved forward on the gravel-covered river beach one step at a time, joking to Lan next to him.

"I think the size of the flannel ball is about the same as that of a five-year-old child. With this kind of weight and muscle mass, it is difficult to call it effective lethality, right?"

Lan En shrugged indifferently.

"Don't underestimate Ellu Cat. He is a powerful guy in his species, but he can hunt dragons on his own."

"Dragon? Dragon-like creatures like pterodactyls and fork-tailed dragons?"

"No." Lan En said expressionlessly.

"It's the kind of dragon with a body length of more than ten meters, a shoulder height of seven or eight meters, and a total weight of dozens of tons. Did you know that some fossils were excavated by Oxenford University during this period? They are different from the skeleton of the giant dragon. They named paleontological fossils that are at least hundreds of millions of years old 'dinosaurs'."

"Most of the dragons they face like flannel balls are like that."

"'Dinosaur'? I heard Dandelion say something. He said that this is a great discovery in the history of biology, and it is proof that all life has not yet developed intelligence."

Geralt thought for a while and then nodded in agreement.

Don't look at the fact that the demon hunter spends most of his time sleeping in the open air, far away from populated areas, and lives like a savage. But they are actually the most highly educated people of this era.

Even the professors and students of Oxenford will feel the ease and joy of equal communication when communicating with the witcher.

This 'equality' does not refer to status or worth, but to the knowledge reserves and intellectual development of both parties.

"But I always feel that judging from the brain capacity of those skeletons, dinosaurs should not be without intelligence."

"Besides, can Ellu Cat really hunt that level of things alone?"

Lan En glanced at Geralt strangely.

"Size and strength are not the decisive factors in combat. I think witchers especially know this."

"After all, among our seniors, there are still people who have hunted real dragons."

Although in the Magical Middle Ages, dragons were not some irreversible natural disaster.

Even a few strong humans, equipped with sophisticated weapons and equipment, and crossbows with sufficient range and power, can form a team to hunt the dragon.

That is, the famous Clynnfield Marauder.

But the size gap between giant dragons and humans is real. An adult giant dragon can even be about the same size as a blue whale, and its mouth can allow two armored warriors to fight inside.

However, although the giant dragons in this world have wisdom and even magic, their vitality and defense are not much stronger than those of their distant relatives, namely the pterodactyls and the fork-tailed dragons.

Steel arrows can penetrate skin and muscles and get stuck in bone seams, and scaled skin cannot resist sword blades and hammer heads.

So facing the hunters who have been prepared for a long time, death or death is the way to go.

And in El Cat's hometown, the monster world. The dragons there have stronger vitality and defense. If they are hit by big arrows like siege crossbows, as long as they don't get hit too many times, it will be as if nothing happened.

But experienced hunters can eventually add up to a small amount and use their attacks to wear away the monster's inexhaustible vitality and hard carapace.

"We are fighting a small victory over a big one. We carry out every mission. After all, even now, I cannot weigh more than a rock troll, but they will still die under your sword."

"With experience and wisdom, there is always a chance to bridge the gap in size and strength."

"That's right." Geralt agreed with Lan En's statement and tilted his head towards the excited flannel ball in front of him.

"So you are going to train it into the kind of Elu cat that can fight dinosaurs alone?"

When Geralt spoke to the end, he still ground his molars uncontrollably.

"It can't be regarded as training, let's make progress together."

Lan En's boots accidentally stepped into the water, causing a splash.

"Don't you think the spirit of Fluffy Ball is stronger than that of many famous human warriors?"

"It will definitely be great in the future."

"I heard meow!"

The flannel ball in front suddenly squatted down like an ordinary kitten, raised its head and meowed.

"You are praising me for being awesome, right?"

It looked very happy and beaming with joy.

Its growing environment is not so concealed.

"Yes, it's awesome." Lan En smiled and waved to it, so the calico kitten jumped three feet high happily.

"We're almost there." Suddenly there was a sound of nose twitching, and Geralt said in a low and hoarse voice.

Turning around, he saw that he had his eyes closed and his head tilted up to sniff.

"I smelled the stink of that demon. Uh-huh, the smell of demon excrement is still so disgusting no matter how many times I smell it."

In fact, it is not only disgusting, but demon excrement is also one of the raw materials used by demon hunters to make the alchemical bomb [Devil Dust]. This bomb has good toxicity.

It is a stink bomb that can cause substantial damage.

"Think on the bright side." Lan En also sniffed the air, frowning while determining the direction of the smell. "This is the smell of alchemy raw materials, it's money."

"Oh, I didn't know you were so good at comforting people. I'm so touched."

Geralt complained beside him.

"Then if you could learn more from me, wouldn't Yennefer have so many troubles with you?"

Faced with Geralt's complaints, Lan En silenced him with just one action.

Yes, the Wolf School has a knack for bad jokes and sarcasm, but the Bear School specializes in knowing punches.

Geralt grimaced and drew the silver sword from his back.

The two swords behind him are still the Valyrian steel swords that Lan En brought him on the battlefield.

It would be hard for a witcher to find a better sword.

The silver plating on the silver sword conceals the original pattern of Valyrian steel like black smoke and water ripples.

Lan En's left hand has also grasped the handle and sheath of the Lake Lady Sword at his waist.

"Flannel ball, follow me."

"Understood, meow!"

After a series of gestures, the two demon hunters lit up with a golden glow of magic power.

[Quen's Seal].

Although I always felt that it was a bit fussy to send him and Geralt to deal with a croissant.

But caution is still the principle that demon hunters must abide by.

"I don't smell other monsters."

"Indeed, looking at the footprints, it is the only one here."

The two people nodded to each other after exchanging the information obtained by their respective demon hunter senses.