Although it was only a quick glimpse, Wayne had already guessed that the monster that attacked Geralt was the Little Mist Demon.

It is estimated that the white wolf, who is a veteran of the witcher, did not expect that when he tried his best and finally killed dozens of water ghosts, there was actually a strong little fog demon lurking beside him, sinisterly taking the opportunity to sneak attack him.

This is also because the surrounding environment is too dark, and although the cat potion strengthens their dark vision, allowing them to see in the dark, that vision is almost black and white, and they cannot see the fog in the darkness.

This made the little fog demon almost invisible and undetected.

For the sake of safety, Wayne did not immediately approach Geralt who was knocked away, but immediately mobilized the remaining chaos magic in his body and cautiously put a layer of Quinn shield on himself.

In the fierce battle just now, in less than half an hour, he had cast nearly thirty magic seals, a level that was difficult for other witchers to achieve.

In addition to his talent, system bonuses, and tawny owl potion, thanks to the Dolan Ring he obtained yesterday.

Each time he killed an enemy, he gained a certain amount of mana regeneration, which greatly strengthened his endurance, which allowed him to defeat the group of water ghosts that even the white wolf Geralt had to deal with carefully with the skills of a novice witcher.

After adding a layer of insurance to himself, Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, he looked up and found that the little fog demon that had just been knocked away by his Alpha Seal had lurked in the fog again when it landed, and could no longer be found.

This kind of hidden monster is quite troublesome, and the best thing to do is to wait for it to show up before taking the opportunity to deal with it.

As a last resort, he gave up on pursuing his enemies and rolled up to Geralt's side and began to check on his injuries.

At this time, Geralt seemed to be stunned by the powerful sneak attack just now.

He put his hands on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his arms trembled slightly, and he tried to support his body, but without success.

Seeing Wayne coming to his side, he reached out and grabbed Wayne's outstretched arm before he stood up.

"How's it going, Geralt, are you still holding up to your wounds?"

Looking at the concerned eyes of his juniors, Geralt pulled a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, the pain in his body had long been accustomed to him, but this situation of overturning and losing face in front of his juniors still made the famous white wolf feel a little embarrassed.

He shook his head slightly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"My back armor was not pierced, but I was injured internally, and there was no major problem."

"Be careful, this little mist demon is stronger and more cunning than its kind."

"It's not gone, the fight isn't over."

Seeing that Geralt was fine, Wayne was also relieved, and at the same time there was some vigilance in his heart.

Although he knew that it was just common for witchers to be injured, he didn't expect that even a veteran like the white wolf would overturn in front of an ordinary little fog demon.

It is conceivable that when facing more powerful monsters, or as powerful as a witcher, it is very likely to be fatal by a single blow, and there is no chance of regretting it at all.

Thinking like this, Wayne restrained the slight pride he had just generated from defeating the large group of water ghosts, and focused his attention on the perception of his surroundings.

Although he has the blessing of system ability, his defense is not stronger than Geralt, and if he was hit in the sneak attack just now, it is estimated that it will not be much better than Geralt.

However, monsters are monsters, maybe this little fog demon is naturally cunning, but it has been staying in the underground ruins all year round to dominate the king, and it doesn't know what fear and retreat are.

This also made Wayne, who calmed down, discover its traces, this guy is also cunning, knowing that the persimmon wants to take a soft pinch, it manipulates the mist, shrouding its body, and at this time it has quietly touched the position not far behind Geralt, as if it wants to sneak up on this injured target again and kill him completely.

However, Wayne didn't give it another chance, he let go of Geralt's arm, and directly reflexively used a yakxi bewilderment technique, which fixed the little fog demon's movements for a second, and then there was a sword light as fast as lightning, and the silver sword pierced its throat directly like a poisonous snake.

However, the vitality of these monsters is too strong, and even if the throat is pierced, its strength still shows no signs of decaying.

The little fog demon didn't care about his injuries at all, roared angrily, and directly waved his claws, grabbing at Wayne's right hand holding the sword.

Seeing this scene, Wayne's eyes narrowed, and he didn't choose to fight with it, but directly let go of the silver sword in his hand, rolled sideways, dodged its claws, and came to the side of the little fog demon.

He didn't give this monster a chance to hide his body again, and after stabilizing his figure, he immediately bowed down and rushed towards the little fog demon, dodged his claws again, grabbed the hilt of the sword again, and used the momentum of his body to twist it violently, directly twisting the little fog demon's head.

Losing his head, a large amount of blood gushed out, spurting everywhere like a fountain, and the little mist demon's body froze for a few seconds, as if it had lost its support, and fell to the ground on its back, completely losing its breath.

Seeing that the enemy was completely killed, Wayne shook off the blood from the silver sword, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and returned to Geralt's side, trying to reach out to hold him.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to camp first."

"There are specialized doctors in the camp who should be able to help you treat them."

Geralt smiled bitterly, not relenting.

Although the commission is important, the small life is one's own, and it cannot be fought with injuries, which is one of the iron rules that every demon hunter knows.

However, as a senior, he still has to save his face.

Geralt waved his hand, motioning for Wayne not to help him, then turned his head sideways and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, saying:

"Let's go, go back to the camp first, I can still hold on, I don't need your help."