"Roar!!"

Suddenly, the fallen witcher let out a dull roar, and waved it out violently with another uninjured arm to Ciri, naturally, it would never be able to hit, but it just needed this moment, a moment when it slapped its lower abdomen with its hand, through the tattered cloak that was cut by Ciri, it was faintly visible, there was also a small backpack there, similar to Ciri's body, but the model had to be enlarged a lot, otherwise, it couldn't match its three-meter body, and even said in the telescopic, This backpack is also estimated to have undergone a certain transformation.

"Woman. . . You're not the only one who can drink the medicine."

The potion entered his body, and the fallen witch turned around, half-crouched on the ground, and said to the witch who seemed to be observing him not far away.

As he spoke, an unknown liquid suddenly secreted from its already mottled skin, yellow and black, from top to bottom, tightly wrapped the skin of the fallen demon hunter, and soon, you could feel that these unknown liquids no longer flowed, but solidified...

"Crunch~Crunch~"

The blazing air erupted from the nostrils of the fallen witcher, and it slowly pressed down on its body, and the whole body made a sound that seemed to be a little overwhelmed, but in fact, it was because the special layer of mucus on the surface of its skin made a sound because of muscle stretching, which was the alchemy potion given to it by the Fallen Witcher Guild, which was a special alchemy potion refined with spider slime as the main body, which would freeze when it encountered air, and had a very strong defensive ability.

However, just like Fang Cai's creaking sound, this potion has some drawbacks, that is, it will greatly limit its ability to move, if it is an attack, it is a very useful potion, but if it is a retreat, or against such an opponent who is already incredibly fast, its effect is much reduced.

After all, for the witcher, it is not a difficult thing to cut each sword in the same place without too much interference, no matter how strong the defense of this alchemy machine is, it also has its own upper limit of bearing, which is why it did not plan to drink this alchemy potion in the first place, because even if the opponent's speed is only half of the original, it will still become a target that can only be beaten.

Of course, in the current situation, this potion is called a boost for it!

After shaking his shoulders slightly, feeling that the potion had completely worked, the Fallen Witcher opened his arms violently, and then fell to the ground with a puff in Ciri's somewhat unknown eyes.

"It's... Beg? ”

A thought popped into his mind, but soon Ciri shook his head, there is no such thing as dignity among fallen witchers, there is a possibility of begging for mercy, but even if they beg for mercy, they will not drink a bottle of potion in advance and beg for mercy.

Sure enough, a moment later, the Fallen Demon Hunter crawled in the direction of the convoy in the distance, not too fast, but not too slow, if she didn't care, it would only take ten or twenty seconds for it to reach the convoy.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound resounded in the night sky, and bursts of sparks burst out from the blade, trying to attack the fallen witcher Ciri suddenly realized, understood this guy's plan, normally speaking, with this level of defense, in tens of seconds, she may not be able to break through the defense, even if it is broken, it may not be able to cause too much damage, especially if it chooses to lie on the ground, just to prevent herself from being knocked out by her again..

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Ciri chuckled, other witchers might really be at a loss, but if you meet her, or if you meet Fugui who can refine the 'gravity potion', then this guy can only be considered unlucky..

The same fox doubts why the witcher behind him laughed The fallen witcher suddenly felt his back sink, the female witcher actually stood on its back, at first, it didn't mind, because this potion would be extra protective of the vital point, if it didn't rely on that terrifying speed, purely with physical power to cut, the damage it could bear would be further reduced, to be honest, it was a little unhappy that this witcher did this.

However, after only a second, the Fallen Witcher couldn't laugh anymore, as it felt as if its body had become extremely heavy, as if a boulder had pressed against its back...

"Poof!"

When this heaviness was further raised, and it seemed to become a weight like a hill, its four finally had no way to move, and could only struggle on the ground in vain, but after waiting for a while, it did not feel the weight increase further, and it suddenly knew in its heart that the current weight should be almost the ultimate that this woman can do.

"Unexpectedly.. It turned out to be able to change itself.. Gravity's. Elixir, twenty years old... Refining method seals.. Alchemy Potion.. He's a genius... No wonder.. Dare to resign.."

Because he was pressed to the ground and had a huge mouth, the fallen witcher spoke a little indistinctly.

"Still, if you can't crush me, hey... I.. I don't have to lose, there's no time limit on the slime armor on my body..."

Ciri didn't speak, and the answer was the sound of a sword slashing at the neck.

"It's useless..."

"When~~"

"Without the blessing of speed, with your strength..."

"When~"

"It will take at least an hour to break through my defenses."

"When~"

"V. A bottle in five minutes, and I'll.. I don't believe it, he really made so many bottles.."

"When~"

"Even if... Even if that man... Refining a lot of these potions, your. Your body can withstand... At that time? ”

"When~~When~~When~~"

In the silent wilderness, the sound of striking iron came and went, and the fallen demon hunter had given up on using words to influence Ciri, but did his best to curl his neck and crawl there motionless, in his opinion, this battle should have become a contest of endurance and financial strength, depending on who could not survive first.

"Brighten all the torches!"

Because now the Fallen Demon Hunter and Ciri are only ten meters away from the convoy, everyone can already see the situation there, that is, Ciri is standing on the back of the Fallen Demon Hunter, frantically chopping the neck of the Fallen Demon Hunter, seeing this scene, Fugui hurriedly gave an order, so several mercenaries immediately lit the torches and fires that had been prepared long ago, and in an instant, the surrounding of the camp was brightly lit.

"I'm grass, this is a ghoul?"

Seeing the behemoth of more than three meters, hideous and fierce, and the smell that was so thick that it was almost suffocating, Fugui in the car window couldn't help but burst out with a foul mouth.

"This is a Fallen Witcher."

On the back of the fallen witcher, Ciri slashed his neck and explained to Fugui.

"It used to be human, but it transformed itself into a half-human, half-ghoul in a special way."

"It's a Fallen Demon Hunter!"

Hearing this word, Fugui didn't have much reaction, but it caused a commotion among the mercenaries, after all, this name is no less than the Grim Reaper for people who have been adventuring in the wilderness all year round, who is unlucky enough to meet them, then whether they can survive or not is really fateful, however, after seeing the fallen witcher being trampled on the ground and cut by Ciri, they suddenly had some inexplicable emotions towards Ciri, such as... Awe..

"Is it so beaten-resistant?"

Seeing Ciri's sword and sword slashing like iron, Fugui couldn't help but ask with some curiosity, he also learned some knowledge about this in the Leverwater family, so he was very confident, as long as he didn't take the initiative to die, with the protection of Ciri with bloodline ability, there should be no problem, but now a fallen demon hunter has let Ciri cut for so long, if there is another enemy at this time, wouldn't he be dangerous?

"Because it's taking some kind of alchemy."

Healy took the time to tell me the ins and outs.

"I see."

Hearing this, Fugui nodded, and the heart that he had just picked up was put back, obviously, it was not that his potion was not powerful, nor that Ciri's bloodline was not strong enough, but that Ciri used the wrong method.

"Ciri!!"

Thinking of this, in order to prevent being understood by that strange person, and make any resistance, Fugui shouted in Chinese, Ciri is very smart, and in the more than a month she has been with him, she has learned a lot of Chinese words, so that she may still be a little laborious to speak, but if she listens, she can still understand.

"Pressure! Remember? The physical formula I told you is, the smaller the contact area for the same weight, the greater the pressure! ”

"Understood!"

At the beginning, in order to show off, it seemed that Ciri could touch the analogy, Fugui told Ciri a lot of physical theorems on the earth, so as to facilitate her use of the 'gravity potion', including the pressure, but the battle was too fierce, so she forgot about it, and now Fugui said this, she immediately remembered..

"What is he talking about?"

The depraved witcher huddled there looked at Fugui with his peripheral vision, a young man who was excessive, even a boy, it was hard to imagine that he was a genius who could refine such a strange alchemy potion...

"Huh?"

Just when the Fallen Demon Hunter was looking at the wealth, it suddenly found that Ciri didn't cut it, because the weight was still there, and it was definitely not the time for the potion, most likely the special language spoken by the man just now.

"Da!"

Another sword, but no longer a slash, but the tip of the sword stabbed downward, and stood motionless.

"What is she going to do? Wrong! ”

Suddenly, the Fallen Demon Hunter felt the pressure on the tip of the sword increasing, as if the gravity on both feet had all been transferred to the tip of the sword, and at this moment, it finally smelled the threat of death...

"Ka~Ka~"

"Click!"

The moment all gravity was transferred to the steel sword, the steel sword pierced the alchemical product directly through the neck of the fallen witcher, cutting off its spine...

...

"Boss, all the ghouls have wood on them and a sprinkle of incendiary powder."

In the early morning, the sun spread over the earth, the darkness faded, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, last night, after killing the fallen witcher, Ciri did not ask everyone to disarm the fighting state, but continued to hold on until the sun rose, most of the weirdness usually does not haunt during the day, and it is at this time that they are truly safe.

Then the mercenaries were under the command of Ciri, dealing with the scene in an orderly manner, or the corpse of the ghoul, such as collecting dry branches and dry grass and spreading it on the ghoul's body, and spreading the incendiary powder on the wood, intending to burn it with a fire, although the ghoul has a lot of alchemy materials, such as blood, teeth, internal organs, etc., but as I said before, the ghoul is full of poison, and people who are not professional enough to deal with the corpse are looking for death, but it is better to burn it to save trouble.

"Let's light the fire."

Not far away, Fugui held his nose with one hand and spoke.

"Boom!"

More than a dozen torches were thrown out, and in an instant, more than a dozen flames rose from the ground, accompanied by a crackling sound, burning the ghoul's body fiercely, and the stench became more stinky as the flames burned, but at least this stench did not cause the plague.

"Boss, the shower shed is set up."

While the fire was burning, another mercenary approached and pointed to a shower shed not far away made of canvas and matching iron bars, with a water tank on the roof of the shed containing water from nearby.

"Did you put the plague powder inside?"

"Let it go."

"All the people who have been near ghouls, go and rinse them for me, remember, along with the clothes on them, and the soap you have brought you, know how to use them."

"Yes!"

Although it is actually best not to take a bath when going out, the oil secreted by the human body can effectively protect the skin, but it is different when encountering ghouls, if you don't want to be infected with the plague, it is best to wash yourself clean, so the mercenaries have no complaints, even if they have to constantly rotate to fetch water from the small river not far away to transport it to the woods.

However, the mercenaries are most interested in the so-called soap, to tell the truth, when Fugui demonstrated the effect of soap for them, these mercenaries are basically similar to Ciri, and they all think that they can't do without this thing in their lives, after all, people are like this, once they experience the so-called refreshing and oily feeling, it will be very difficult to let him go back to the past.

In fact, in his previous life, Fugui had thought about what he wanted most at the end of the world, but he was a little surprised by the answer he gave, it turned out to be shampoo, because he couldn't stand the days without shampoo...

"You're not hurt, are you?"

In the woods, from time to time, there was the sound of ghosts crying wolves, of course, not picking up soap, but Fugui recommended to the mercenaries his first invention after coming to this world, rubbing bath towels, so these mercenaries began to hurt and happily 'hurt each other', for this kind of 'cultural invasion' quite proud of Fugui After listening to it for a while, he focused on Ciri.

She still kept her distance from the crowd, standing next to the fallen witcher, her body covered in ghouls' bodily fluids and blood, a source of humanoid plague.

"No, it's just a little tired, just meditate for a while."

Just like the dead fallen demon hunter said, Fugui made a lot of 'gravity potions' for her, but with her physical fitness, she really can't use the potions continuously and uninterruptedly, in that way, her body will collapse, fortunately, there is a reminder from Fugui at the critical moment, otherwise it would not be a little tired.

"Unexpectedly, the first enemy we encountered turned out to be a fallen demon hunter, and our luck was really not good."

"Just now you told me that it said that I would refine that kind of potion, which shows that it knew my identity from the beginning, I guess it should be someone in Rock City who has a connection with it, and it has been eyeing us from the beginning, probably because I brought you a witch."

Speaking of this, Fugui licked his lips.

"It doesn't want to think about it, the person who dares to take only one witcher to the wilderness, who doesn't have a hole card, if you really want to say bad luck, that's it."

"It's just... Will it attract stronger enemies? I mean, if the news of our defeat is known to the people in Rock City, no one else will be interested in the potion you have refined."

"Don't worry, people who can be interested in my refining potions can't beat you, and people who can beat you, even if they are interested, they won't rob them openly."

"But what if?"

"No case, someone once told me."

Fugui turned around and looked at the fallen demon hunter who was burned by the blazing flames not far away, on his hideous face, a pair of eyes stared blankly ahead, faintly, from it you can see some reluctance, some relief, obviously, this is also a person with a story, but unfortunately it is an enemy, no one will care about its story, and it will not tell it itself.

"Beware of everything, just can't prevent anything, nothing in life can be 100% done, even if you are careful, there will still be unexpected things, drink" Gravity potion', the only ones who can make you don't even have the ability to escape, are only those demon hunters who are proficient in the magic seal, or the great demon hunters who have broken through that limit and reached a higher realm, most of these people are in high positions, and they usually don't care about the potion in my hand, take a step back and say that even if he cares, I will give it to him, as long as the person is still alive, then there is a chance.."

"Hmm."

Ciri nodded, and then, also wandered his gaze to the flames, under the scorching heat, the slime armor had begun to melt, which couldn't help but make Ciri a little happy, because she suddenly discovered a disadvantage of this strange alchemy potion, that is, she was afraid of the heat, and if she encountered such an enemy in the future, she might consider using incendiary powder to deal with it.

"Poof!"

When the slime armor completely turned into liquid and flowed into the flames, the blazing high temperature swept through the body of the fallen witcher, and the flame was a few points higher in an instant, seeing this scene, the quick-eyed Ciri swung his sword and directly cut a hole in the abdomen of the fallen witcher, so as not to cause an explosion caused by the high temperature later, if this guy's body exploded, the body fluids spewed out would definitely be a nightmare for humans.

"Boss, we've all washed it, and the shower shed has been rinsed several times to ensure it's clean, and Ms. Ciri can go and wash it."

In about half an hour, the flames gradually extinguished, and the stench in the air also dissipated most of the time, and the mercenaries who had been close to the ghouls were all washed white and clean one by one, and the whole person looked a little different.

"Is the soap any good?"

"It's so easy to use, it's so fucking easy to use."

One of the mercenaries looked emotional.

"I've never had such smooth hair and beard in my life, like a wit in the Nightingale Pavilion! Boss, can we buy this soap in Rock City in the future? ”

"I can't buy it recently, but I should be able to do it in the future, but if you really need it, after the mission is over, I'll give each of you some, which is a little heart, and you guys are also very hard along the way."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, the hardest thing has to be Ms. Ciri, without her, we would have been food for this guy last night."

As he spoke, the mercenary still looked at the fire that had gradually been extinguished.

"Boss!"

Suddenly, he stretched out his finger and pointed.

"Look, is there something there?"

"Something?"

Following the direction he pointed, Ciri looked over, and indeed, in the ashes, there seemed to be a mass of something, and she thrust it with her steel sword a few times, and it turned out to be a cloud of rotten flesh wrapped in slime.

"It should be. That kind of potion will not only build armor on the surface of the body, but it seems that the organs in the body will also be affected, no wonder I have never seen it before, this kind of potion is estimated to be only drunk by these fallen demon hunters, if ordinary demon hunters drink it, the only result is to be poisoned..."

As he spoke, Ciri used his steel sword to stir up the slime, and it was still soft under the flames, and it didn't have that strong defense.

"It's... Parchment? ”

Then, Ciri discovers that in the mess of rotten flesh there is a lump of parchment, but it has been corroded by the gastric juices of the fallen witchers...