Chapter 50: The Forty-Eighth Palm Mossak comes to clean up the battlefield (please read, recommend)

The witcher jumped forward, hugged Lan, and rolled out with him, avoiding the giant gryphon's body that finally collapsed like a mountain.

The two of them rolled away four or five yards together. Finally, they lost all their strength and fell to the ground together, breathing heavily.

Lan turned his head slightly and looked at the great griffon. The injured spine could no longer move. Only its head and half of its wings were left. It was still twitching in vain uncontrollably, and a large splash of blood was sprayed out like a fountain.

The land beneath it is no longer possible to survive.

won.

Lan looked at the witcher in ragged clothes: "If you don't mind, can you move?"

Geralt pressed on Lann in a very awkward position. He tried to move, but found that his whole body was in a state of weakness: "I need to regain some strength first. If you really can't bear it, you can get out by yourself."

The great griffon shook its head like a flashback, squeezing its own poison glands and spraying the last acid into every corner it could reach, even affecting Geralt beside him.

The golden layer of protection wrapped around the demon hunter's body that was about to dissipate flashed away, isolating the acid attack.

[Quen's Seal]: Releases a protective film that can absorb damage.

This time-limited defensive seal had not been triggered during the battle. Unexpectedly, it was about to dissipate now that the battle was over and it came into play.

Geralt turned his head and looked around. He saw dryads, human soldiers, griffins and great griffons, and then turned his head back. He really had no strength, and the water of Brokilon seemed to have some staying power.

"Ms. Airlie, I need your help."

"I'm fine. You should each check your own conditions and take care of the wounded if you can."

At the same time, a voice that sounded like a holy sigh also came as expected:

"Uncle Mossak!" Shirley picked up excitedly.

Lan said sincerely: "I want to ask for the help of the dryads to bring him to Duan Canal for healing."

Lan pointed in the direction of Levin: "Ms. Aisna and I have preliminary plans for peaceful coexistence between my town and Brochlon in the future, and that soldier is the grandson of the town mayor. In the future, he will be

The person in charge of communicating with Brochron, but he is now dying."

"Uncle Mossack, is there nothing we can do?" Lann stepped forward and asked, "He is a warrior, and he should have a more ambitious future."

She paused and then said: "We can help stabilize his injury temporarily and take him back. But whether he survives later depends on my sister's arrangements."

"He's still alive!" the scouts in Blochlon Town suddenly shouted, and they surrounded Levin at a loss.

Lan thought for a while, then suddenly looked at the dryad beside him, turned around and asked: "What if we just hang his life? Just let him survive for a day and a night?"

He immediately tried his best to push the demon hunter away from him.

Lann straightened up due to alertness and lay back down again. Although the physical injuries had recovered, the mental injuries were unavoidable. Once the tense nerves relaxed, he didn't want to move.

"That's enough."

Lann looked at the demon hunter who was pressing on him as a shield to block the acid, and then at the large gryphon that was still twitching, and said with lingering fear: "Actually... if you really like it, you can do it first

Stay like this."

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The leading knight rode a gray horse, with a strong build and no armor. He had a golden beard, a sealskin coat, and a tartan-patterned wool belt.

The demon hunter was puzzled expressionlessly, and suddenly he felt the ground beneath him tremble slightly, and the fine sand and gravel began to beat irregularly.

"Say, Lann of Cintra, congratulations on finding your princess. Brian told me what happened in Duan Canal, and the agreement between you and my sister. We are now barely friends.

Already."

Everyone's eyes were looking towards one place, and a group of cavalry appeared from the end of the road.

[Task - Isolated - Completed]

The attendants took off Lann's helmet in a hurry, revealing the handsome face that had recovered. Although it was covered with sweat and blood, his complexion was ruddy and full of energy.

Toxins, injuries, and fatigue were all cleared the moment he upgraded, and Lann returned to perfect condition.

At this time, the attendants happened to have recovered from the battle. They had just gotten up from the ground and ran towards Lann before they had time to check their injuries. The dryads all gathered around Ellie, almost

Soldiers from Blochlon Town went out to check on Levin's injuries.

Airlie looked at the direction of Lan's finger, thought for a while and agreed: "That is indeed a brave warrior. He also protected me and my companions many times during the battle against the gryphon."

The invisible natural energy spread, and Geralt suddenly felt that his body had regained some strength. Moving his sore muscles and joints, he nodded towards Mossack as a greeting.

Mossack came forward to check the situation, but even the druid, who was world-famous for his healing skills, could only shake his head after seeing Levin's condition.

Seeing Lan stepping forward, their defenses slowly relaxed.

The young man was still alive, but he was about to die. The big gryphon was in perfect condition and used all its strength to dent his sternum. At this time, Levin had completely lost consciousness. He was breathing more than he was breathing in. He was in a shocking state.

On his deathbed.

"So, what happened while I was asleep?"

Hearing only a whistle from the other party, Black Wind slowly walked out of the woods carrying Xili. The little girl hugged the horse's neck tightly and did not dare to let go. Her body was tightly tied to the saddle by vines.

Mossack took another look and shook his head: "He was seriously injured. If he were in the Druid Circle, I could still try, but it's really impossible here."

Several others came up with spears to poke at the griffon's body.

Lann breathed a sigh of relief. The monster-killing experience was gained, which meant that the big griffon was completely dead.

The druid carefully touched Levin's wound: "It's difficult, but it's not impossible. I happen to have a few bottles of potions with me that can work, which can put him in a state of suspended animation."

Geralt's face was expressionless, but slightly green. He did not have the strength to cast another layer of Quen's Seal.

The gray horse stepped forward, and Mossack held up a staff made of oak and shook it vigorously. An invisible breeze suddenly appeared on the field, making the trees in the forest rustle.

Lan said, turning to walk towards Airlie. The sister of the Dryad Queen was communicating with her companions. They were deeply wary of the sudden appearance of the Cintra Knights. They had retreated to the edge of the woods and were ready to retreat at any time.

forest.

Lan shook his head at the attendants, turned to the honey-haired dryad and shouted: "Bryan, where is Ciri?"

Fortunately, at this moment the system voice sounded:

[Character level +1]

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The wooden house also counted the book friends who voted for recommendation, and found that there were too many people to post more than 500 words. I planned to wait until the weekend to publish a single chapter to express my thanks. I really can’t put it in the main text or open another single chapter today.

It will be considered that the word count is too low to get into trouble. The wooden house really has good statistics. It takes enough time to code a new chapter 555. So in the future, I will open a special chapter on weekends to thank the recommendation votes, and the new chapter will be thanked for the recommendation votes.

After a chapter comes out, the wooden house will delete the previous one, trying not to interfere with everyone's reading experience. When reading a book, a single chapter suddenly pops up, which also affects the continuity of reading...

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Chapter completed!