The witcher jumped forward, hugged Lann, and rolled out with him, avoiding the giant gryphon's body that fell down like a mountain.
The two of them rolled away four or five yards together. Finally, they had no more strength and fell to the ground together, breathing heavily.
Lann turned his head slightly to look at the griffin. Its injured spine prevented the griffin from moving; Only its head and half of its wing were shaking uncontrollably, a fountain of blood splashing the ground beneath him. It was hopelessly dead.
Had won.
Lann, panting, looked at the witcher and said: "If you don't mind, could you move a little?"
Geralt pressed on Lann in a very awkward position. He tried to move but found that his whole body was in a state of weakness. "I want to regain some strength first. If you really can't bear it, you can get out by yourself."
The Archgriffin, in his final moments, sprayed poison in a desperate attempt, even hitting Geralt at Lann's side.
The golden layer of protection wrapped around the witcher's body that was about to dissipate flashed away, isolating the acid attack.
[Quen Sign]: Releases a protective shield that can absorb damage.
This time-limited defensive seal had not been triggered during the battle. Unexpectedly, it was about to dissipate now that the battle was over, and it would take effect.
Lann looked at the warlock who had acted as a shield to block the acid, and then at the griffin that was still moving, and said with lingering fear: "Actually... If you really like it, you can stay like this for now."
Geralt's face was expressionless. He didn't have the strength to cast another layer of Quen Sign.
Fortunately, at this moment the system voice sounded:
[Character level +1]
Lann breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to level up, which meant that the gryphon was completely dead.
At the same time, a voice that sounded like a holy sigh came as expected:
[Mission - Isolated and defenseless town -Completed]
The toxins, injuries, and fatigue were all cleared away the moment he upgraded, and Lann returned to perfect condition.
Making an effort to pretend that he had exhausted his strength, Lann pushed the witcher off of him.
At this time, the attendants had also recovered from the battle. They had just gotten up from the ground and ran towards Lann before they had time to check their injuries. All the dryads gathered around Ellie, and some of the Brokilon Town scouts came over to check Levin's wounds.
Several others came up with spears to poke at the griffin's body.
The attendants took off Lann's helmet in a hurry, revealing the face that had recovered. Although it was covered with sweat and blood, his complexion was ruddy and full of energy.
"I'm fine. You should each check your own conditions and take care of the wounded if you can."
Lann shook his head at the attendants, turned to the honey-haired dryad and shouted: "Braenn, where is Ciri?"
Only hearing a whistle from the other party, Black Wind slowly walked out of the woods carrying Ciri. The little girl hugged the horse's neck tightly and did not dare to let go. Her body was tightly tied to the saddle by vines.
Geralt turned his head and looked around. The dryads, human soldiers, griffin, and Archgriffin. Then he turned his head. He really has no strength left, and Brokilon's Water seems to have some staying power.
"So, what happened while I was asleep?"
Geralt was puzzled and suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly, the fine sand and gravel beginning to jump unevenly.
Everyone's eyes were looking towards one place, and a group of cavalry appeared from the end of the road.
The leading knight rode a gray horse. He was strong and wore no armor. He had a bushy beard, wore a sealskin coat and a tartan-patterned woolen belt.
"Uncle Mousesack!" Ciri jumped up excitedly.
Lann straightened up due to alertness and lay back down again. Although the physical injuries have recovered, the mental injuries are unavoidable. Once the tense nerves relax, he doesn't want to move.
The gray horse stepped forward, and Mousesack held up a staff made of oak and shook it vigorously. An invisible breeze suddenly appeared on the field, making the trees in the forest rustle.
The invisible natural energy spread, and Geralt suddenly felt that his body had regained some strength. Stretching his sore muscles and joints, he nodded towards Mousesack as a greeting.
"He's still alive!" The scouts from the town of Brokilon suddenly shouted and surrounded Levin without knowing what to do.
The young man was still alive, but he was about to die. The Archgriffin, in its state of unleashed fury, had crushed his sternum with a devastating blow. At this moment, Levin had completely lost consciousness, barely inhaling and exhaling. He was clearly on his deathbed.
Mousesack came forward to check the situation, but even the Druid, who was world-famous for his healing skills, could only shake his head after seeing Levin's situation.
"Uncle Mousesack, is there nothing we can do?" Lann stepped forward and asked: "He is a brave warrior, he has a future beyond this."
Mousesack took another look and shook his head: "He was seriously injured. If he were in the Druid Circle, I could still try harder, but it's really impossible here."
Lann thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at the dryads in the distance, turned around and asked the druid: “How about we just keep his life on hold? Could I last one more day and night?”
The Druid carefully touched Levin's wound: "It's difficult, but not impossible. I happen to have a few bottles of potions with me that can work, which can put him into a state of suspended animation."
"That's enough."
Lann said, turning to walk towards Ellie. The sister of the Dryad Queen was exchanging words with her companions. They were deeply wary of the sudden appearance of the Cintra Knights. At this time, they had retreated to the edge of the woods, ready to retreat at any time.
Seeing Lann stepping forward, their defenses slowly relaxed.
"Ms. Ellie, I need your help."
"Say it, Lann of Cintra, congratulations on finding your princess. Braenn told me what happened in Duén Canell, and the agreement between you and my sister. We are now barely friends.”
Lann pointed in the direction of Levin: "Eithné and I have made a preliminary intention for peaceful coexistence between my town and Brokilon in the future, and that soldier is the grandson of the town mayor. In the future he will be in charge of communicating with Brokilon, but now he is dying."
Lann said sincerely: "I would like to ask for the help of the dryads to bring him to Duén Canell and treat his wounds."
Ellie looked at the direction of Lann's finger, thought for a while and agreed: "That is indeed a brave warrior. He also protected me and my companions many times during the battle against the griffon."
She paused and then said: "We can help stabilize his injury temporarily and take him back. But whether he survives later depends on my sister's arrangements."
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The witcher jumped forward, hugged Lann, and rolled out with him, avoiding the giant gryphon's body that fell down like a mountain.
The two of them rolled away four or five yards together. Finally, they had no more strength and fell to the ground together, breathing heavily.
Lann turned his head slightly to look at the griffin. Its injured spine prevented the griffin from moving; Only its head and half of its wing were shaking uncontrollably, a fountain of blood splashing the ground beneath him. It was hopelessly dead.
Had won.
Lann, panting, looked at the witcher and said: "If you don't mind, could you move a little?"
Geralt pressed on Lann in a very awkward position. He tried to move but found that his whole body was in a state of weakness. "I want to regain some strength first. If you really can't bear it, you can get out by yourself."
The Archgriffin, in his final moments, sprayed poison in a desperate attempt, even hitting Geralt at Lann's side.
The golden layer of protection wrapped around the witcher's body that was about to dissipate flashed away, isolating the acid attack.
[Quen Sign]: Releases a protective shield that can absorb damage.
This time-limited defensive seal had not been triggered during the battle. Unexpectedly, it was about to dissipate now that the battle was over, and it would take effect.
Lann looked at the warlock who had acted as a shield to block the acid, and then at the griffin that was still moving, and said with lingering fear: "Actually... If you really like it, you can stay like this for now."
Geralt's face was expressionless. He didn't have the strength to cast another layer of Quen Sign.
Fortunately, at this moment the system voice sounded:
[Character level +1]
Lann breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to level up, which meant that the gryphon was completely dead.
At the same time, a voice that sounded like a holy sigh came as expected:
[Mission - Isolated and defenseless town -Completed]
The toxins, injuries, and fatigue were all cleared away the moment he upgraded, and Lann returned to perfect condition.
Making an effort to pretend that he had exhausted his strength, Lann pushed the witcher off of him.
At this time, the attendants had also recovered from the battle. They had just gotten up from the ground and ran towards Lann before they had time to check their injuries. All the dryads gathered around Ellie, and some of the Brokilon Town scouts came over to check Levin's wounds.
Several others came up with spears to poke at the griffin's body.
The attendants took off Lann's helmet in a hurry, revealing the face that had recovered. Although it was covered with sweat and blood, his complexion was ruddy and full of energy.
"I'm fine. You should each check your own conditions and take care of the wounded if you can."
Lann shook his head at the attendants, turned to the honey-haired dryad and shouted: "Braenn, where is Ciri?"
Only hearing a whistle from the other party, Black Wind slowly walked out of the woods carrying Ciri. The little girl hugged the horse's neck tightly and did not dare to let go. Her body was tightly tied to the saddle by vines.
Geralt turned his head and looked around. The dryads, human soldiers, griffin, and Archgriffin. Then he turned his head. He really has no strength left, and Brokilon's Water seems to have some staying power.
"So, what happened while I was asleep?"
Geralt was puzzled and suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly, the fine sand and gravel beginning to jump unevenly.
Everyone's eyes were looking towards one place, and a group of cavalry appeared from the end of the road.
The leading knight rode a gray horse. He was strong and wore no armor. He had a bushy beard, wore a sealskin coat and a tartan-patterned woolen belt.
"Uncle Mousesack!" Ciri jumped up excitedly.
Lann straightened up due to alertness and lay back down again. Although the physical injuries have recovered, the mental injuries are unavoidable. Once the tense nerves relax, he doesn't want to move.
The gray horse stepped forward, and Mousesack held up a staff made of oak and shook it vigorously. An invisible breeze suddenly appeared on the field, making the trees in the forest rustle.
The invisible natural energy spread, and Geralt suddenly felt that his body had regained some strength. Stretching his sore muscles and joints, he nodded towards Mousesack as a greeting.
"He's still alive!" The scouts from the town of Brokilon suddenly shouted and surrounded Levin without knowing what to do.
The young man was still alive, but he was about to die. The Archgriffin, in its state of unleashed fury, had crushed his sternum with a devastating blow. At this moment, Levin had completely lost consciousness, barely inhaling and exhaling. He was clearly on his deathbed.
Mousesack came forward to check the situation, but even the Druid, who was world-famous for his healing skills, could only shake his head after seeing Levin's situation.
"Uncle Mousesack, is there nothing we can do?" Lann stepped forward and asked: "He is a brave warrior, he has a future beyond this."
Mousesack took another look and shook his head: "He was seriously injured. If he were in the Druid Circle, I could still try harder, but it's really impossible here."
Lann thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at the dryads in the distance, turned around and asked the druid: “How about we just keep his life on hold? Could I last one more day and night?”
The Druid carefully touched Levin's wound: "It's difficult, but not impossible. I happen to have a few bottles of potions with me that can work, which can put him into a state of suspended animation."
"That's enough."
Lann said, turning to walk towards Ellie. The sister of the Dryad Queen was exchanging words with her companions. They were deeply wary of the sudden appearance of the Cintra Knights. At this time, they had retreated to the edge of the woods, ready to retreat at any time.
Seeing Lann stepping forward, their defenses slowly relaxed.
"Ms. Ellie, I need your help."
"Say it, Lann of Cintra, congratulations on finding your princess. Braenn told me what happened in Duén Canell, and the agreement between you and my sister. We are now barely friends.”
Lann pointed in the direction of Levin: "Eithné and I have made a preliminary intention for peaceful coexistence between my town and Brokilon in the future, and that soldier is the grandson of the town mayor. In the future he will be in charge of communicating with Brokilon, but now he is dying."
Lann said sincerely: "I would like to ask for the help of the dryads to bring him to Duén Canell and treat his wounds."
Ellie looked at the direction of Lann's finger, thought for a while and agreed: "That is indeed a brave warrior. He also protected me and my companions many times during the battle against the griffon."
She paused and then said: "We can help stabilize his injury temporarily and take him back. But whether he survives later depends on my sister's arrangements."
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