The Executor of the Heavens: Beginning with the Watch Dogs

"Hehe, it really is a little devil." Vesemir couldn't help being amused.

Geralt also smiled at the reckless little girl plot Xie Yuan said.

But when Xie Yuan was about to continue the conversation, his ears moved suddenly, and he looked up at the sky, and Geralt and Vesemir also saw the sky after seeing Xie Yuan's movements.

At first they couldn't see anything, but at the next moment, a slight but extremely stern cry that spread far away suddenly reached their ears, causing the two of them to stare.

"Here we come!" The three said in unison.

The next moment, a huge shadow passed straight over their heads from the sky, swooping down towards the sheep clay sculpture!

"Let's welcome it." Geralt stood up and was about to show the long sword behind him.

But Vesemir suddenly stretched out his hand to stop it: "Wait..." He took out a small hand crossbow from behind and handed it to Geralt, "Take this."

Geralt, who took over the hand crossbow, looked at the structure of the hand crossbow in the evening sun, and put it behind his back, but looked at Vesemir with a mocking expression: "Crossbow?"

"I won it from a poker game while you were away." Vesemir responded nonchalantly, "Maybe it can come in handy."

At the next moment, it suddenly blocked Geralt's slashing blow forcefully, and was slashed hard in the lower abdomen. It kicked Geralt with its hind legs to make it pull away, and then immediately flew high when it was ready.

"Wind!" A huge wind cluster spewed out at once, not only making a loud noise, but also because of the sudden change of the air velocity near the Griffon, he couldn't bear it and fell down.

Obviously, this method of exchanging injuries for lives successfully allowed it to find a gap and fly into the sky, and even Geralt had no time to arrange to cast the seal.

"You are busy." Vesemir said goodbye first, "We will meet at the hotel."

But, "Chirp!" The soreness made it have to stop for a moment.

But it's a bit like dancing on a high-altitude steel wire, because the next moment, "咴!" The griffin that just fell down and used its wings to wrap itself up suddenly swung its huge and powerful steel wings. The air is flowing.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to Captain Guan Li?" Looking at Xie Yuan, who planned to talk to Wezemir, Geralt felt a little different.

In the beginning, the griffin was an invincible role for Geralt. The huge wingspan of the griffin slammed to one side, and most people were directly smashed to pieces before they could dodge.

"Slashing straight from the bottom up, this trick is so easy to see through." Wizemir commented briefly, and then motioned Geralt to do what he should do, "You first give the head of the griffin to the man in black. , I will prepare the horse."

However, Geralt still raised his long sword, facing the painful and mad eyes of the Griffin beast, and stabbed it hard in the neck—not only to relieve the pain, but also to prevent the night from having more dreams: the body of this thing The built-in magic power can automatically restore body damage.

"It's dead."

"Hey!" The monster called softly, and the brilliance in his eyes finally dissipated.

If there are no other changes, the Griffin really can only hate the Northwest here this time.

Geralt spread his hands and continued to tease the old witcher: "The witcher started using crossbows? Are we going to break the tradition?"

"That makes sense." Geralt had no problem with that either.

However, falling from such a height, I am afraid that the Griffin is also in danger.

But as soon as the griffin was about to flap its wings and fly away, Geralt would suddenly release an air mass at the moment it was lifted into the air, completely disrupting the flow of air, causing it to fall to the ground immediately and undergo a life-threatening scraping.

But the Griffin only had a broken spine and a severe concussion in the brain... Of course, this state is not very good.

So the Griffin received three or four swords that gradually killed it, and the sudden entry of two soil clods immediately made the Griffin's situation extremely dangerous.

A fierce howl resounded through the sky, and finally the unbalanced griffin fell straight to the ground one by one.

"Hehe, we demon hunters don't talk about these things." After saying that, Vesemir picked up the long sword and carefully stepped forward to join the battle in a preparatory manner... But for the time being, it is mainly about plundering the formation to attract the attention of the griffins. Supplemented by strength.

The sudden soreness caused the whole griffin to stop suddenly - but in the blink of an eye in the battle, the stop is very fatal. Just such a stagnation, the griffin suffered three or four swords.

Sure enough, when Geralt, Wezemir, and Xie Yuan trotted up to catch up, the griffin could only lie on its side on the ground.The abnormally protruding back, the pair of wings drooping feebly aside, weakly struggled lightly, the limbs were unable to move, and there was only endless wailing in his mouth.

"Boom!!!" There was a loud noise, and Geralt couldn't help but look up and trembled.

Even Geralt didn't dare to take it head-on. He could only rely on his years of combat experience and his sharp reflexes beyond ordinary people to avoid frontal attacks and attack the opponent's space.

Vesemir's expression suddenly became impatient: "Don't be poor, we still have to hunt griffins!"

"Ugh!!!"

However, it doesn't mean that Geralt only uses swordsmanship. When the griffin jumped up for the first time and swooped down from the air, Geralt would suddenly emit a fan-shaped air mass.

After this thing was thrown out, it sank deep into the Griffon's body, leaving only a small handle exposed outside... from bottom to top!
Geralt, who was secretly shocked by the majestic force in his heart, did not pause, but pulled out the throwing knife with all his strength, and handed it to Xie Yuan, who was watching him dissecting the griffin: "Thank you for your timely shot, otherwise I don't know how long I'll have to run until the animal hits the ground exhausted."

"I don't like to spend so much effort to run." Xie Yuan, who took over the flying knife, put the flying knife directly into his sleeve, "Anyway, the griffin killed so many people, so it should be dead, it's better to save us a little effort... ...I just gave it a hand."

A clod of soil suddenly hit the root of the Griffin's wings at an alarming speed. The clod was loose so it shattered as soon as it touched it, but the force of the impact was solid enough to make the Griffin let out an "Ugh!" screams.

But Xie Yuan could also see that the strong wind still hurt the demon hunter who was fighting, because for a split second, Geralt's reaction was a little slower... It wouldn't completely affect the battle, but it also showed that he It is necessary to fight with the griffin to see who falls first.

Then, under the sunlight, a black light suddenly waved from Xie Yuan's hand—like a shooting star, it went straight into the griffin's wing joints.

Then, from the root of the Griffon's wings, it pulled out a pair that penetrated deeply into the body, causing it to lose its balance and fall from a height—a throwing knife about 25 centimeters in length that seemed to have been blackened.

The pain drove it mad, so it flapped its other wing at Geralt, the main attacker.

But Vesemir suddenly pulled out his long sword and said to Xie Yuan: "Let's go together, if the griffin escapes, it will be a real joke."

Seeing this, Xie Yuan let go, and simply picked up the larger, dry clods on the ground, and then walked in circles around the battlefield where they were fighting.

"puff!"

The flying griffin has done a good job of calculating...but it's a pity that it underestimated Xie Yuan's laziness - he wouldn't be chasing the griffin to unknown corners for nothing.

After all, it fell straight down from a height of tens of meters—if it was a weaker animal such as a cow or a horse, it would have died on the spot!

"Pfft!"

It even had to wait for the soreness to pass before flying away immediately, it had already started to fear and cherish its life.

And from here, Xie Yuan also saw the limitations of ordinary demon hunters on this kind of monster.

So Geralt immediately drew out his pocket knife and deftly cut off the head of the griffin, but then briefly cleaned up the usable parts of the griffin.

Then, when the Griffin suddenly flapped its wings, it threw everything—"Chirp!" "Bang!"

Xie Yuan was indeed a little itchy, but he still had some concerns: "It's okay if I help, but I'm afraid it will ruin his elegance... such as battle honors or something."

But as the person involved, the Griffin is probably also extremely anxious. As a large monster, he still has some intellectual cognition and a strong will to survive.

Soon the situation gradually developed in Geralt's favor. At least Geralt's physical strength and fighting will have not dropped much. On the contrary, the attack speed of the Griffin has dropped, and the strength has also dropped a lot. The time interval has elongated faintly.

And the impact of such an air mass on this flying animal is not low - the sudden fall even made him stunned, and this also made Geralt speed up and start outputting with his sword.

The griffin is very ferocious, but there are many factors in it. The killing of its partner and the cruel blood eating for many days make it have a very familiar hunting instinct.

"Not bad, not bad." Vesemir came to Geralt, stretched out his hand and gestured, "But there are still some things that need to be improved."

"For example?" Although Geralt was a little unconvinced, he still listened patiently.

Xie Yuan found that this method also seemed to be a bit like scraping - not to say that there was no harm, but that the means were too limited to a cold weapon.

"Swipe!" But as expected of a demon hunter with sharp reflexes, the moment he was about to be swung, Geralt rolled in time to avoid the most direct impact.

"I have never been his subordinate, so I don't need his consent to stay or stay." Xie Yuan waved his hand, "Besides, Captain Guan Li and I are a little tired of seeing each other—you probably won't see it today." On his friendly side."

So Geralt could only shake his head and continue his cutting work.

Back at the hotel, Wizemir and Xie Yuan ignored the tattooed and sullen local gangsters, and found a table on the edge to drink by themselves.

"Then..." Vesemir spoke first, "Shall we continue with the story just now?"

"Okay." Xie Yuan didn't care about that.