My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"Tch, I can guess it even if you don't tell me." Geralt showed an expression of envy and hatred. "Did Nick give you some strange thing? His family is quite wealthy. The priests of the church are really It’s a rich man!”

Crown didn't defend himself and allowed the demon hunter to make up his own mind.

Rare objects are a kind of 'equipment' created by high-level alchemists. They only cost a corresponding price and can greatly improve the user's strength.

For example, the Ring of Power can increase the user's strength, and the Meditation Brooch can increase the meditation efficiency of warlocks, priests and other professions. Among them, defense and special effect items are the most expensive.

It was obvious that the witcher thought he had obtained a defensive item.

Seeing that both of them were well prepared, Kroun turned around and said, "Just stay here and don't come forward."

The giant monster bird's mental attack is a ranged 'aoe' skill, and ordinary people can only deliver food.

"I want to join him," Allen refused. "Demon hunters have gone through various rigorous trainings and are very mentally strong."

"Don't make trouble," Geralt interrupted his student. "You haven't undergone the first mutation, and the essence of life has not been sublimated. If you become a real demon hunter, and then engage in this kind of battle, Let’s fight side by side again.”

"I don't know how long we have to wait," the young man pursed his lips, "I don't want to hide behind the teacher all the time."

"It's almost time." Kroun patted his shoulder gently, "I have recently acquired a lot of herbal medicine materials. My medicine refining level will soon improve again, and I will be very confident of refining the herbal medicine. "

"You've said this many times, and you haven't fulfilled your promise yet." Allen took a step back to avoid it.

Have it? I've said it three or four times at most, right? !

Crown laughed: "Believe me, it's true this time."

If he still can't refine the green herbal medicine after advancing to the fourth level of herbal medicine, he can clean up the self-hanging southeast branches.

Geralt pressed his hand seal to release the Seal of Quen, and a pale yellow light enveloped his body.

He picked up the scarecrow and walked straight forward: "Let's go, let more demon birds taste the taste of death."

Crown followed immediately.

It was still some distance from the entrance of the cave, and they didn't bring any oil lamps. There was still a gray mist hovering at the entrance of the cave.

The two of them walked forward lightly, and the gray mist had already clung to the demon hunter's shield.

Kroun found that the gray mist stopped getting closer when it was twenty or thirty centimeters away from him, and he couldn't help but think more highly of the golden light protection.

‘The golden light spell actually has a certain restraint effect on the gray fog. Then after my skills reach a certain level, will I be immune to the mental pollution of the gray fog?’, he guessed.

The visibility in the gray fog was very low. The two of them were walking side by side, only about one meter apart, and their faces looking at each other were a little blurry.

Ahead was the entrance of the cave, and Crown could already vaguely see the sunlight outside.

The two stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and then nodded slightly.

Crown was slightly away from the opponent. Geralt grabbed the scarecrow with both hands and threw it hard.

"Wu Gu" "Wu Gu"

Amidst the cold and strange screams, a large black shadow was vaguely seen rushing down.

Crown started bullet time, and the two people rushed out at the same time. He saw that five demonic birds had torn the scarecrow into pieces.

The strongest demonic bird was not among them, and might be lying in wait somewhere else.

While maintaining his keen perception, he rushed forward without hesitation, his sword shining with orange light. Taking advantage of the fact that the demonic birds were very close, killing a few ordinary ones would also relieve the pressure.

The tearing demon bird noticed that someone was coming, and quickly flapped its fleshy wings, trying to pull it up, but it was too late.

Croun rushed forward at this moment. He held the sword in both hands and turned around to slash. Three demonic birds were killed on the spot, and they were all cut in half.

Their deaths bought time for the other two, and the remaining ones took off.

Before the move was used up, Kroun stabilized his body and jumped up high, then split one in half. As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, the number of demon birds had been reduced to four.

Geralt did not choose to rush forward and kill the ordinary monster bird. He quickly turned around and checked the situation behind and above him, so that his teammates could not be attacked from both sides.

His choice was very correct. As he turned around, he saw a group of demonic birds swooping down from above the mine.

The demonic birds divided into two groups, one group pounced on him, and the other group pounced on Crown.

The demon hunter stretched out his left hand and immediately activated the Igni Seal, and a stream of flames shot out of his hand like a spray gun.

Three demonic birds flew too fast and had no time to dodge, and turned into flying torches on the spot. They howled in pain and rolled wildly in the air. The fire took advantage of the wind and burned even more fiercely.

The raging flames blocked the attack of the demon bird that pounced on him, but the other demon birds had already flown over his head and pounced on him.

When Kroun killed the monster bird and fell from the sky, he felt the strong wind on the back of his neck, but it was too late to turn around and face the attack head-on.

He lowered his head, arched his waist, and accelerated his fall, trying to protect his head from injury.

He used a long-lasting hand seal to release the golden light body protection. As long as he had enough sun-fire liquid reserves, he could always resist the damage he received.

As soon as Croun made his move, he felt intensive attacks on his back, including claws and bites. The golden light on his body shook violently, but he still stood firm and upright.

He found that he suddenly fell into darkness behind him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a demonic bird opening its mouth wide, trying to swallow him whole.

"Ah"

He shouted softly, raised his sword, and stabbed upward as the darkness enveloped him. Then he stood up, held the sword and swung it forward.

The demonic bird regretted it the moment it opened its mouth and bit down. It felt like biting down a burning coal. The golden light came into contact with the muscles in its mouth, immediately causing it a sharp pain like a needle prick.

It opened its mouth reflexively, trying to shake its head to throw out the prey inside.

Before he could shake his head, a sharp sword with an orange halo pierced its upper jaw. Just as it felt the pain, the weapon that stabbed it completed its slashing motion.

Crown flew out, somersaulting in the air and then crashing into the bushes nearby.

Geralt rushed over, trying to protect his companions from being attacked.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" An unusual howl of a demonic bird sounded.

It was another mental attack. As soon as Crown emerged from the bushes, he felt a buzzing echo in his head.

The Purifying Curse should have the effect of resisting mental attacks. This time, he didn't feel like his head was being hammered hard like he had at noon.

He raised his head and saw the strongest demon bird leading the rest of its kind to pounce down. They spread their gray flesh wings, blocking the sun in the sky.