The torch in his hand temporarily stunned the group of water ghosts in front of him.

Gerd knew it wasn't a big deal, but even if the students were in a group fight, the attacker would have to have two or three seconds to cheer himself up after being temporarily blocked.

What's more, this is a killing field with knives and knives.

The water ghost will rush back to the swamp witch's hurried sinister laughter, yes.

But it will be at least a dozen seconds later.

"Is that you? Griffins? ”

Ged shouted without looking back, his gruff voice echoing through the empty elven ruins, then twisting into an eerie tone.

In the distance, a death-threatening cry rang out from another group of monsters.

From this sound, Gerd finally judged that it was a group of evil spirits.

Damn, don't the people of Sintra have the slightest awareness of regularly cleaning their mausoleums and cemeteries? Even if it's just a little! They have all made their homes near the tomb of their king!

The witchers of the Bear School were already swearing in their heads.

The dimly lit environment, the complex terrain, the social monsters, and the completely wrong intelligence are all terrible.

"Reply while you're still alive, griffon! Let's see if we can help each other! Hell, I can't see exactly how many of these shit shuffles! They're still popping up! ”

Gerd shouted again.

And this time, at last, a sane voice answered him, which was different from the monster's scream.

"Come alive. Get close to each other! ”

Because of the distance, and the remains of the ancient buildings of the Elven Gate as a barrier to the sound, these factors made the sound reverberate until it became an eerie tone.

The tone seemed distant, empty and eerie in the roar of the monster.

But Gerd only felt relieved when he got the response.

"Hold on! I'll come! ”

It's not that you can't fight with a one-to-many, but with so many disadvantages, one-to-many, even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured or even disabled.

Even if it's just a bunch of water ghosts on the other side.

How many witchers who have hunted dragons have been gnawed off by water spirits in the gutter because of lack of intelligence and complacency?

Gerd used to care about these stories before he came in, but now. He began to wonder if he would be the next person in the story.

"Whoa~"

The sound of wading footsteps sounded in the muddy pool, and Gerd did not hesitate, and moved directly into the distance where the sound came from as he shouted back.

After the initial panic, the water ghosts were pushed and shoved by the swamp witch and began to chase after them.

The flame of the torch can only illuminate a radius of about two or three meters.

By the time Gerd could see the glow of the fires on the other side from the dim ruins, it meant that the distance between the two of them had been reduced to about fifty meters.

This distance is very short, not to mention a mutated witcher, even for an ordinary person, it is a distance that can be rushed through with a few breaths.

But Gerd never imagined that he would feel that fifty meters was so long.

In just a few moments, the cotton armor on his back had been grabbed by the water ghost and burst out of a large handful of cotton, and the cotton had already sucked enough blood.

It was blood from claws piercing through the inner layer of chain mail. Among the water spirits is not only a swamp witch, but also an even more ferocious drowning ghost whose scales have turned almost black.

This layer of chain mail did its job, at least it didn't let the drowning ghost go straight from the back to take the entrails out.

The drowning ghost was so ruthless that Gede stumbled while running, and the muddy water even spilled all over his face.

But he still ran without looking back.

Finally, when he twisted and raised his arm to defend himself, so that the monster left another deep claw mark on the armguard, Gerd and Cohen converged.

"Keep your head down!" *2

At the first time they met again, neither of them bothered to look at each other, and shouted at the same time.

Then he sank down synchronously.

"Whoosh!" "Bang!"

The silver-tipped bolts fired from the crossbow and the [Alpha Seal] staggered through the air.

The shockwave of the Fayin shook back a stone the size of an adult's fist, the swamp witch's throw.

The Bear Crossbow, on the other hand, pinned a demon that had already jumped somersault into the air, and its two claws were about to catch the back of Cohen's head.

Both of these attacks from the monsters rushed out of the lightless darkness into the range of the firelight.

The surroundings are already noisy, and it is impossible for the witcher to use his hearing to compensate for the weakening of his vision.

The reaction time to be able to deal with and respond to these attacks is also extremely compressed.

If the two of them hadn't met each other at this moment, maybe there would have been two witchers lying in the royal tomb of Sintra today.

Ged and Cohen dealt with each other's wave of threats behind each other, and then immediately leaned back to each other, holding their swords outward, reducing the area of their bodies that they could not take care of.

Only then did Gede realize that the situation of the griffin school guy behind him was no better than his own.

His blood was dripping down from the waistband of his trousers, and his entire trouser leg was wet with blood, sticking heavily to his leg.

This guy bleeds at least three hundred milliliters of blood!

"Don't look at it, it didn't hurt the internal organs and bones."

Cohen's silver griffon sword swung through the air, scaring the monster that wanted to bite him back a few steps.

He didn't look back at Gerd.

"I can hold on for another ten minutes, damn it! These demons are coming out of the darkness in all directions, and when I see them, they are almost on my face! I didn't have time to react! ”

Gede felt the same way he did.

Several water ghosts, a swamp witch, and a drowning ghost.

If these goods were in the open, sunny field, he could peel off all the materials on them in ten minutes!

But under the disadvantage of the battlefield environment, he could only bury his head and escape.

"Me too. Stop talking nonsense, did you bring [Cat's Eye]? ”

Gerd suddenly reached out, shook the eyes of an approaching evil ghost, and then slashed down with a flick, directly removing one of the ugly creature's arms, along with a small half of the ribs.

Fishy blood sprayed all over his face, but he didn't even dare to wipe it.

For in the darkness beyond the light of the torch, he wondered if there was already an evil ghost who was ready to take off and charge, and was waiting for him to wipe his eyes, jumping up and opening his neck.

This environment is too passive!

"I brought it."

Cohen's words were wonderful to Gerd's ears at this time, even better than the waitress in the tavern who provided 'extra service'!

"I couldn't spare my hands to drink before, can you help me top it? I can see that you seem to have a lot of feelings compared to the rumored Bear School. I hope you don't leave me here absorbing potions because of short-sighted 'egoism', you can't run far on your own, can you understand? ”

As Cohen spoke, his left hand, which was holding the torch, was released directly, and half of the light source disappeared into the muddy water, and the scene suddenly became even darker.

And his left hand, which was finally free, took out a small glass bottle.

Behind him, Gerd tilted the torch towards him, indicating his attitude.

"Don't talk about me like a fool, griffon."

"Drink."

Cohen grinned reluctantly, then bit the cork off the glass bottle with his teeth.

But just as he was about to throw his head up.

Amid the squeaky cries of the monsters, there was a sound of heavy footsteps in the distance.

The footsteps were so heavy that it almost looked like someone was ramming the ground with a hammer!

And it's not only sinking, it's also very fast!

It was almost stunned, and the voice had even rushed directly to the vicinity!

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