The flying lion is brutal, bloodthirsty and murderous, killing all the people in the hunting group.

Blood stained the land of the Blue Mountains red, and the horses were eaten down to only nine.

It seemed that he had just remembered that there was another person, the flying lion, who turned his head to look at John.

Its body is larger than a giant bear, and the feathers of its wings resemble thinned blades.

Just now, a person was caught in his wings, as if he had fallen into a meat grinder, and quickly turned into meat scraps.

The fur is so tough that even an axe can't leave a mark on it.

Fast speed, high attack, strong defense.

It seems like an inexplicable monster.

John looked at the big guy, "This should be the flying lion that Emily said." ”

When I remembered that I had come all the way, I also found some animal carcasses, which I thought were piled up by the flying lion when they were hunting.

And the flying lion is definitely the guy who has brought the most oppression to John during this time.

Teeth stained with minced flesh and bones, dripping with blood.

The ferocious gaze is like that of a predator locking onto its prey.

John said, "If Hagrid were here, I'm sure he'd compliment you on being a lovely guy." ”

With Hagrid's aesthetic, John felt like he would give the flying lion a name.

With the sword in his right hand, John pulls the reins with his left.

Polo turned around and saw the flying lion, the smell of his kind being killed, which made it panic.

John comforted it with mind magic, suppressing the rest of his emotions.

"Don't be afraid, we're the predators."

John whispered, and the pupils in his eyes contracted into a vertical shape.

He tilted his head, "Should I cut off your wings, or pierce your heart?" ”

Such an attitude angered the flying lion, and a lion roar was accompanied by a rushing hurricane.

John harnesses Polo and kills the flying lion.

In the distance, the eyes of the mountain peaks are always watching this side.

As John came to him, the flying lion's paws that could easily slap the dead horse fell.

Silver light peeked through the claws, and sparks and the unpleasant sound of metal stabbing rang out.

John felt himself struck a steel bar, and sparks flew around.

Another attack by the Flying Lion had already struck, and John let go of the reins and held his sword in both hands to block the front.

His body flew out like a cannonball, and with a hissing sound, he turned around and was almost torn apart.

"It's the first time." Stopping the tumbling trend, John was knocked into the air for the first time.

This flying lion has a high attack power, and if he doesn't unload it, John suspects that Polo will be shot to death.

Raising his left hand, an invisible wave passed from John's body.

Polo ran into the distance, and John turned his sword.

"Let's do it again."

Dealing with this kind of impregnable guy, the knight is a little ineffective.

But it doesn't matter.

I don't just have that one blessing.

"Big guy, it's easier to deal with you guys than it is to deal with other guys."

John grinned, and the flying lion flapped its blade-like feathers and flew up.

Hovering like an eagle in the air for a while, he struck John on the ground.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by the sound of Ding Lingdang, and sparks continued to fly.

John held his sword in both hands, and the silver light was impenetrable.

Sparks continued to burst between the claw blades.

With each blow, it was as if he had been beaten by a troll.

John gradually adapts to the rhythm.

He had fought Gryffindor at Hogwarts, but that was against wizards, not against monsters.

With a sharp lift of the sword, the tip of the sword touched the top of the sharp teeth that had been bitten off.

The cold light magnified in front of the flying lion, and the flying lion's wings spread out and went down.

The huge flying lion's body actually retreated quickly.

Obviously, this monster also has an unusual fighting instinct.

Just a little further, John's sword would plunge into the eye of the flying lion, and then crumble the brain into a pulp.

"Excellent judgment."

The corners of John's mouth went up, and the offense and defense changed shape.

He doesn't have meteor shoes, but he has a body that has been tempered for years and watered by the blood of magic.

Stride out of the meteor.

When the flying lion wanted to repeat his old trick and take off, John raised his left hand and tugged hard.

The invisible force dragged the wings of the flying lion and fixed it half a meter above the ground.

John sped up, and before the flying lion's paw could slap down, his sword sliced through the lion's fur with a silver glow.

Then he turned over and grabbed the mane under the belly of the flying lion, and jumped on his back with the force.

Aiming at the back of the flying lion, John held the silver sword upside down and stabbed it hard.

"Roaring ——!"

The flying lion let out a roar of pain, but John didn't stop.

Take a step back and pull hard with both hands.

The wound, which was originally only a few inches, was ripped out a meter.

Now the flying lion completely lost his mind.

Because the flying lion was huge enough, the sword was not even able to stab the flying lion's internal organs.

It flew into the sky and slammed into the mountain, killing the guy on its back.

John wasn't going to do what he wanted.

Drawing his wand and aiming it at the hilt, John unleashed a banishment spell.

Repelled by a foreign force, like two magnets of the same sex squeezed together.

The silver sword was squeezed into the body of the flying lion, and the hilt sank into it.

"Poof."

The silver sword broke through the flying lion's body, turning into a flash of silver light and quickly falling into the ground.

The flying lion let out a wail in mid-air, and its body fell downward.

John casts a shock-absorbing charm on himself and leaps straight from the back of the flying lion.

With less than half a meter to go to the ground, John was as unscathed as if he had fallen on cotton.

"This guy has rough skin and thick meat."

The bearskin was scratched a little, and John shook his head and said, "I don't like lions." ”

Raising his hand to use his camera magic to suck back the silver sword that had sunk into the ground, John beckoned to Polo, who was watching from afar.

Polo trotted over to this side very sensibly.

John takes Polo to the place where the flying lion has fallen.

There are a lot of things on the flying lion's body that can be used, such as the teeth and claws, and the wings that may be used to make the new Meteor Shoes.

John had always wanted to do it, but unfortunately there were no suitable materials.

The flying lion flew some distance before falling, and John sat on Polo and walked slowly past.

The Blue Mountains don't have many plants because of the winter.

In what appears to be a crater caused by a meteorite fall, John sees a flying lion.

It lay there dying, with more air out and less air in.

Sometimes, it's not a good thing to be too strong.

It was certain to die, and it was only a matter of time before one of John's swords pierced its organs.

Seeing John coming, the flying lion let out a whimper, and there was no strength left to continue fighting.

John drew his silver sword and walked towards the flying lion.

He stood in front of the flying lion, clenching his silver sword.

"I'll put an end to your suffering."

With that, his sword turned into a half-moon silver light and cut off the lion's head.

Not much blood was coming out, and the penetrating wound had almost drained the blood.

The lion's skin, which had lost its vitality, could not hinder the sharpness of the silver sword.

John stood there silent for a moment, blood red light entering his sword, and a fifth rune was lit.

He lifted the silver sword and shook it hard, and the blood of the flying lion fell from the silver sword onto the stone.

The next thing he needs to do is think about what materials to take with him.

Although there is a small handbag, there are also some things inside.

Just as he was looking at the flying lion, a footstep quietly approached.

Polo blinked, watching the white-haired man approach behind John.

The moment he stretched out his hand, a flash of silver light was held down by a hand.

John's eyes froze, and his left fist was dodged by the opponent's sideways.

Taking the opportunity to kick the man's knee, his right hand was free, and John's sword twisted and slashed, and the other man bent down to dodge.

The two kept a distance, and John looked at each other.

With silver-gray hair and a vicissitudes of life, although he does not look young, he has a strong body that is the envy of young people.

The amber pupils give a sense of sternness and kindness.

Dressed in leather armor and carrying a sword.

The necklace on the chest is a wolf's head.

John looked at the other man, and the man looked at him.

After a while, the man spoke with some appreciation: "It's good to be vigilant, to be able to kill the flying lion alone proves your ability, where did you come from, son." ”

There was no hostility on his body, and John lowered his sword to his side and said calmly, "Redania." ”

"That's a distance," the other man stared at John's sword, "You're a witcher?" ”

Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Black hair, a witcher's silver sword, no amulet...... You are the Black Witcher, Adani. ”

Based on John's characteristics, he guessed that John was the black witcher who had become famous.

However, his posture did not come to find John's bad luck, on the contrary, he pondered for a while, and said, "I feel an unusual aura from you, but we can talk in another place, child." ”

He invited John, "My name is Viselmir, and you want to go with me to the place where you spend the winter?" ”

John put away his silver sword and looked up at the approaching snowfall, he nodded, "There is no other choice. ”

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Some people died, but not completely......