Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Okay, it's almost ready."

Geralt came to the side of the grass and squatted down. He was not wearing the studded soft armor, but a leather armor with three alchemy bombs hanging on his waist and fifteen arrows on his back. He put the sword and the loaded crossbow on the ground, ready to grab the sword and run out at any moment.

He Shenyan squatted beside him, he didn't wear that black robe, just like Geralt, wearing a black leather armor, Geralt glanced at him and commented: "To my surprise, you don't look like They all have small bellies."

"them?"

"The wizards."

The Master patted the biceps of his right hand, and said, "I pay great attention to exercise."

"Ha, let's go back and compete after we finish this job. You may be good at magic, but you can never beat me on the wrench."

"I take the opposite view."

"Just wait and see, bet two bottles of wine."

"If my memory isn't wrong, you drank all the wine yesterday."

"...can be re-brewed, come back next year."

"That's for next year."

As they chatted in a low voice, the deer stood up in a clearing not far from them, supported by Geralt on four sticks, and made it look like it was grazing with its head down. The poor beast was gutted, and Geralt painted it with a pungent paint that, according to him, was very old, and I don't know who discovered it, but it attracted wings. Hand dragons and many other monsters.

"That thing really stinks."

"I know, that's why they like to eat."

"Have you seen some beautiful monsters for so many years?" He Shenyan suddenly became interested, or in other words, all men were somewhat interested in this aspect. In this respect, even the saints are not exempt.

Geralt's eyes suddenly flickered, and he said hesitantly, "Uh... well, you know, yes. But I'm not sure whether to say it or not."

"uh-huh."

"Okay, but you can't laugh when I say it."

"Um."

"One time..."

"continue."

"Female Night Demon."

Geralt was about to explain this creature, but when he heard a cry, his face became serious immediately, and a huge flying monster swooped down from the sky and flew straight towards the deer. It only has two rear claws, and the part that should be the front claws has become two huge wings, which also gives them an unparalleled flying ability among the Wurm species. And that tail is not to be underestimated.

Geralt grabbed the crossbow on the ground, aimed patiently, and when the pterodactyl looked about to catch the bait, he pulled the trigger. A silver arrow flew out, and it hit the right wing of the pterodactyl accurately in an instant. Geralt whistled excitedly and grabbed it from the monster's scream of pain. The sword rushed out in one step.

What happened next, He Shenyan couldn't describe precisely. He is a qualified mage and a master of boxing and fighting, but he knows nothing about swordsmanship, not to mention that the swordsmanship Geralt uses now is like dancing - he really seems to be fighting with that pterodactyl In a waltz, the roar of the pterodactyl and the sound of the witcher's blade cutting through the air are their accompaniment, and the stomping of its claws on the ground and the lithe movement of the witcher are their special dance moves.

The two work together so well that the pterodactyl never hit the witcher once. Geralt was not in a hurry, he wasted away the pterodactyl's physical strength little by little, and let its blood, in the end, Geralt finished the pterodactyl with a precise stab after careful design.

The stab hit the pterodactyl's eye, Geralt ignored the pterodactyl's dying counterattack, he twisted the blade fiercely, and the silver sword caused more damage to the pterodactyl in the rotation - It's not over yet,

As if he wanted to show off or he had to avoid the title of 'Water Ghost Slayer', he shook the hilt of the sword with the Alpha Seal, and the huge telekinetic force carried the sword through the other side of the pterodactyl head. come out.

Geralt panted heavily. He faced He Shenyan who came out, pointed to the dead pterodactyl behind him, and said, "How is it?"

The mage clapped, not stingy with his own admiration, but his next sentence made the witcher's smile even brighter: "Now, why don't we talk about the female night devil?"

"Uh..."

The witcher crouched down, and he took out the dagger from his waist, ready to start cutting the pterodactyl's head. As he was doing this bloody work, he said: "It was almost ten years ago. I traveled to Wengerburg. At that time, I had just finished my last order and had some money in my hand, so I decided to go for a cool look."

"I won't judge your petty fetishes, Geralt."

"Hmph, I don't care either. Then again, the boss didn't lie to me, he really has a good girl."

"Describe their appearance?"

"Ah, I've seen that one right now. But she's really beautiful, and unlike humans, the first time you see her, you know it's a beauty beyond species. Ignore the top of her head. Aside from the horns and the hooves, they're actually no different from people, but because of this...you know what I mean, it's more exciting. But they're...hard to deal with. I feel like It was stuck in the mud, and she was about to eat it and wipe it clean."

"It's almost three days... I ran out after threatening her. For the sake of the gods, that's really..."

The mage also squatted down, he took out a small bottle from somewhere, took a little pterodactyl blood, and commented: "Although I am very reluctant to say this... But I am a little envious, you romantic Grown old guy."

Geralt cut off the pterodactyl's head, threw it aside, and began to cut open the monster's chest on the spot, intending to take out precious alchemy materials such as dragon heart and liver, he said: "First, I am here Younger among witchers. Second...is this romantic?"

"Come on, are you showing off to me?"

"Wait," the witcher stopped suddenly, turned his head, looked at He Shenyan and said, "Did you hear...?"

He Shenyan looked up at the sky, pointed to the huge shadow swooping down from the other side, and said, "Looks like we have a new visitor."

He clapped his hands, and a light blue circular shield covered the area around him and Geralt, and even thoughtfully protected the corpse of the mutilated pterodactyl. The witcher grabbed his bloody sword, narrowed his eyes, his pupils became slender, and said softly, "That thing doesn't look like a pterodactyl..."

"Yeah, because that's not at all."

The sorcerer said solemnly.