Chapter 201 Is this also the gryphon’s trick?

Author: Panda’s Big Wooden House

Chapter 201 Is this also the gryphon’s trick?

Henselt was in shock. At this moment, he seemed to have come to his senses and shouted angrily: "Lannister!"

"You actually let these Scoia'tael go without killing a single elf! All my guards are dead. Is this the only result?!"

Lan En gasped and looked over with cold eyes. Although there was not much blood on his body, he still had the aura of having just shown his power.

Henselt immediately felt as if the source of the sound had been cut off in his throat, and couldn't help but take a step back.

After hearing Henselt's accusation, Miwei was even more unceremonious: "That's enough, Henselt! He fought ten elf assassins for you alone, one sword against ten swords, and he saved your life!"

What else do you want?"

At this moment, other kings also slowly walked out from behind the protection of the knights.

"They are twelve weapons." Demavi, the king of Aedirn, sighed, "I have never seen such swordsmen, nor such reliable allies."

Henselt groaned a few times and fell silent.

Lann retracted his gaze, adjusted his breathing and looked outside the fortress. He saw flames and strong winds at the edge of the forest not far away. From time to time, there were the explosions of alchemy bombs and the flash of broken golden light.

That was the direction of the ancient deer-headed spirit, and it was also the direction Leisuo and the others headed.

Lan turned around and walked away with his sword in hand. The red-brown gryphon cloak rustled fiercely in the evening wind, and the knights surrounding him spontaneously made way for him.

"Lan, where are you going?"

"Keep helping! None of these monsters will leave here alive tonight!"

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Not long after humans arrived on this continent, they discovered that there was a magical creature in the primeval forest. Living next to it, no matter how ferocious the beasts were, they would become docile, and all the fruits would become full.

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Over time, the creature became the center of local belief in some places. Farmers living near their woods would make sacrificial offerings to them, usually rabbits or birds, but human blood was also heard.

This creature is called a Woodland Leprechaun, and it also has a more widely known name - [Deer-headed Spirit].

The classification belongs to [remnants].

In many legends, deer-headed spirits are kind-hearted characters who help lost travelers find their way in the forest or rescue them from bandits. Unfortunately, this legend has no basis in reality. In fact, in the eyes of deer-headed spirits, humans are just

The source of energy is no different from other animals. The deer-headed spirit will suck the vitality of nearby humans until only the body is left.

When humans enshrine the deer-headed spirits as "gods", the deer-headed spirits are also keeping them in captivity.

However, as humans explored the forest deeper and deeper, their respect for the unknown also dwindled. Humans collected wood, built stone dwellings, and multiplied like a plague, thus angering the forest and its inhabitants.

Therefore, "god" has become a "remnant" among monsters.

Of course, in some places far away from civilization, there are still villages that maintain ancient beliefs and support the ancient gods of the forest day after day.

And these deer-headed spirits that have survived from ancient times to the present will accumulate extremely terrifying power, and even monster scholars have opened up a new category for them - [ancient deer-headed spirits].

They have innate magical abilities and can heal and control crows, wolves, and even small monsters such as ghosts and ghouls; they can create magic totems around their territory, strengthening themselves just like a warlock building a mage tower.

The power; they can also leave a black magic curse on humans and be reborn from the cursed person after death.

The monster in front of everyone is an old ancient deer-headed spirit.

It is said that in ancient times, deer-headed spirits rarely left their territory. How did the Scoia'tael do it?

They dispatched half of their people to kill all the life in the forest that might be the resurrection seeds of the ancient deer-headed spirit, destroyed all the magic totems of the ancient deer-headed spirit, and destroyed as much water sources and plants in the opponent's territory as possible.

The ancient monster never gave up on them.

Good news: It has now been lured out of its territory by the Scoia'tael, the totem has been destroyed, and its power has been weakened to a certain extent.

Bad news: It's angry now.

Bad news two: It's not the only one who's angry.

There was a noise in the sky, and a knight wearing a unicorn crest drew his bowstring against the night sky. However, to his surprise, what came oncoming was a large group of crows that looked like dark clouds!

Even a whole team of archers could only be blinded in this situation. The knight shot an arrow in vain and penetrated the bodies of two crows. Then he was carried away by the dark clouds of crows, flying fiercely.

It was smashed into the soil and smashed to pieces.

When he was about to call for help, the steel mask was suddenly lifted by several claws.

The intelligence of crows is extremely high, no less than that of uneducated children. Not to mention that they are controlled by more ancient and intelligent beings. They are not helpless against the enemies hiding in iron cans.

The knight let out a horrifying scream, and then his mouth was blocked again. After taking a few breaths, he stopped struggling.

The crow fluttered its wings and left the knight's body, and a group of ghouls and wild wolves pounced on it to tear apart the rare human flesh. They refused to give in to each other and stared at each other with eager eyes, actually about to bite in the middle of the battlefield.

"Boom——"

The sound of a thousand-year-old tree cracking and falling to the ground resounded in the battlefield. The source of the sound was the ancient deer-headed spirit. With the body of a monster, he made the sound of a natural disaster.

In this dull and loud sound, the beasts and monsters baring their teeth at each other, like soldiers who heard the trumpet, suddenly stopped fighting, turned around and immediately rejoined the battlefield, charging towards humans.

On the frontline battlefield where they were in close contact with these monsters, the people on the Cintra side hung far behind, forming a sharp contrast with these panicked soldiers.

They worked in groups of three or five, using bows and arrows to deal with the charging monsters from a distance, or they cooperated tacitly to kill wild wolves, without even getting too much blood on their bodies.

"How long do you think it will take them to react and organize a formation to kill the ancient deer-headed spirit?"

After hearing Kolgrim's question, Leitho thought for a while: "It won't take long. These monsters just caught an army by surprise. There will be a lot of casualties, but they will definitely not collapse. I am more worried about this ancient beast."

The deer-headed spirit will escape halfway through the fight."

Milva frowned when he heard this: "It is the prey named by the earl, and it cannot run away!"

The female archer grabbed the mahogany bow that was as long as her height, and her body, which had been strengthened by the [Follower] system, burst out with astonishing power.

The sound of "Gala La" bow strings clearly reached the ears of all the demon hunters. Although they could not fully draw the strings like Lan, the sound was still terrifying enough.

"Is this still human strength? Are these arms filled with beef tendons?" Kolgrim muttered.

Milva exerted almost all her strength. In order to make it easier to draw the bow, only her left arm was wrapped with an arm guard, and her right thumb was covered with a leather thumb, leaving both arms exposed. The slender and strong lines on them were clearly visible, like a female

Leopard.

Her figure was unusually strong among female warriors, but she didn't look like she could draw a bow and arrow of this weight.

"Forget Lan, why are his attendants so abnormal?"

The bow will not recognize that its owner is abnormal. As long as the power is sufficient, it will shoot arrows.

The distance of a hundred steps passed in an instant, and the special arrow shaft withstood huge kinetic energy and meandered forward in the air like a barracuda, but then it seemed as if it had hit a rock wall and completely shattered.

The ancient deer-headed spirit lowered its head in a very anthropomorphic manner, dug out the half-buried steel arrowhead from its chest and threw it aside. The wounds on its wooden body instantly recovered as before.

"What's going on? Another immortal body? Why do we always encounter opponents like this recently?" Milva frowned, drew his bow and nocked another arrow, "I don't know if shooting in the head will work, it looks like...

Made of bones..."

Leisuo stretched out his hand and put it on the handle of Milva's bow, shaking his head at the female archer's confused eyes.

"The ancient deer-headed spirit cannot be hurt by steel. Only our special [residue oil] or silver sword can effectively attack it, or you can use magic-blocking gold arrows."

Milva showed a ridiculous expression: "How can I have such a precious thing?"

Upon hearing this, Leisuo handed over a bottle of sword oil and asked Milva to apply it on the arrow: "I know that Lan has special magic-blocking golden arrows, and your archery skills are worthy of equipping them. You can ask Lan for them,

And show corresponding strength. With his character, he will definitely not be stingy in giving it to you, and will even praise you, so don't underestimate yourself."

Milva was stunned: "Really? Your Lord Count...won't reject me?"

Leisuo showed a strange expression: "I am referring to the magic-blocking golden arrow..."

Shaking his head and ignoring the thoughtful female archer, Leisuo turned around and called the snake sect demon hunters: "The monsters brought out by the ancient deer-headed spirit have been almost cleared by the army, let's go!"

"Okay!"*3.

The demon hunters drew out their silver swords that had been smeared with sword oil and poison, and slithered through the gaps between the Kaedwen soldiers like snakes, approaching the ancient deer-headed demon silently. However, the soldiers did not dare to stand upright.

The ancient deer-headed spirit, which was more than four meters tall, only used bows and arrows to test the enemy from a distance, and the demon hunters soon had to be exposed in front of the enemy.

Before anyone from the Snake Sect could use tactics to get close to the enemy, they saw a flash of green light before their eyes, and the figure of the ancient deer-headed spirit suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few entangled tree roots in place.

"not good!"

The demon hunters, who are familiar with the habits of monsters, immediately raised alarm bells. Without hesitation, they raised their hands to add a layer of [Quen's Seal] to themselves, and then frantically activated their demon hunter senses to search for the monsters in the air.

Clues.

Suddenly, Kolgrim felt as if his heart skipped a beat.

"spread!"

Kolgrim shouted wildly, then without hesitation knocked away a soldier who was in the way, and threw himself in front of him desperately.

Before the Kaedweni soldier could curse "damn witcher", the next second there was a heart-stopping vibration on the ground where he was lying. The roots of the tree, which were thicker than a human being, were stirred by magic.

It burst out of the ground at a growth rate tens of thousands times faster than the natural world, easily turning Kaedwen's soldiers into gourds like clay figures.

In the crowd, a huge ancient deer-headed spirit appeared in a burst of green light, looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Boom——"

The human soldiers were shocked when they saw this. They might have the courage to face an enemy that was more numerous than themselves, but when a monster several times their own size stood in front of them, their lack of knowledge was immediately frightened.

The organized team was about to collapse, and the bloody gourd-like corpses of their comrades were irritating their nerves. Only a few desperate warriors wielded their swords and chopped sparsely on the ancient deer-headed spirit, but they could only manage as much damage as the old tree.
To be continued...