Chapter 115: Dealing with the Corpse

Mission triggered: 【Kill the Giant】 (Expert-level).

Accept?

After clarifying the truth about the green dragon, Wayne used linguistic guidance to obtain the mission to kill the giant from George's mouth.

However, what he didn't expect was that killing this powerful giant was only an expert-level mission.

It seemed that his system had quite high intelligence, knowing that this giant had almost no ability to resist, and wouldn't let him take shortcuts to mix into a high-level mission.

However, even a mosquito is meat.

Using the excuse of practice, he obtained the opportunity to kill the giant from George. He took the refined steel sword given to him by Vesemir, stood on the giant's head, aimed at his eye socket, and stabbed it in fiercely.

This position was undoubtedly the fatal weakness of any flesh-and-blood creature. Even the unconscious giant seemed to have a reaction. After being stabbed into the eye socket, he began to struggle violently, shaking his head, almost throwing Wayne off his head.

However, Wayne was no pushover. Seeing this, he immediately used his feet to stabilize his body, and at the same time began to stir the steel sword in his hand forcefully, directly stirring the brain tissue behind the giant's eye socket into a mess.

Only then did the giant suffer a truly fatal wound, and soon stopped struggling, losing the breath of life.

"Very good, Wayne. For large monsters like giants, ordinary physical damage can no longer be considered fatal wounds. Only by attacking their brains, eyes, throats, or anus and genitals will they cause enough damage."

George held the steel sword in his hand, while instructing Wayne on how to deal with large monsters, while explaining to Wayne which organs and tissues in the giant's body still had value.

Ding! 【Kill the Giant】 mission completed.

Obtained: Expert-level treasure chest, 32 experience points.

Hearing the sparse reward from the system in his mind, Wayne sighed a little in his heart.

Just when he was a little frustrated, George suddenly shouted with some surprise: "Hey, I didn't expect there to be a red mutagen in this giant's body, and it's a super-large one."

Red mutagen? Hearing this term, Wayne was stunned at first, and then quickly showed an interested expression.

The probability of producing mutagens was very small, and the more powerful the monster, the more likely it was to generate them in the body, but overall it was very difficult to obtain.

To use a common metaphor, they were like dog treasures, cow treasures, and sheep treasures in medicinal materials. Their nutritional value was very high, they had special effects, and when combined with special prescriptions, they could be used to make powerful decoctions or other uses. Even in the Witcher industry, they belonged to quite rare resources.

George of the Griffin School was truly an upright person. After finding this quite rare red mutagen, he didn't even think about it and handed it directly to Wayne, saying in his mouth: "Wayne, you should not have used this kind of mutagen yet. After going back, you can take it to your Grandmaster and let him teach you how to use it."

"Generally speaking, the first time you use this kind of mutagen, it will bring a considerable improvement to the Witcher's body."

"Each school has different usage methods, and your Wolf School should also have them."

Wayne didn't decline upon hearing this and generously accepted this item. He prepared to let Vesemir teach him how to use it when he returned to Kaer Morhen this year.

"Thank you, George. I will use this thing well."

George waved his hand and said with some emotion:

"Seeing that the Wolf School has appeared, such an excellent successor as you, I also feel a little gratified."

"It's just that I don't know if our Griffin School will have the opportunity to pass on this heritage in the future."

The inheritance of Witchers was always a very heavy topic. The two chatted a few sentences and quickly packed up their moods.

After dealing with the potential threat of the giant, Wayne immediately called Borch, who was already a little anxious, and George to prepare to explore the nest left by the giant, to see if they could find the young dragon in the green dragon's mouth.

This giant should be the hegemon in the valley, and those harpies might be the subordinates cultivated by this giant. After eliminating these two waves of enemies, Wayne, George, and Borch could be said to be unimpeded on the way to the giant's nest, and didn't encounter any enemies blocking them.

They moved forward all the way and soon arrived near the huge nest entrance at the foot of the mountain. But before entering, a smell of rotten meat mixed with feces rushed to their faces, and coupled with the Witcher's keen senses, the feeling could be said to be very sour.

Even George, who had been through many battles, couldn't help but complain:

"You know, Wayne, the giant's nest is one of the places I hate to go to the most."

"These creatures have no sense of smell at all, and their method of dealing with parasites is the same as wild boars, which is to use those special materials formed by mud, grease, and rotten meat to wrap their whole bodies, forming a hard natural armor on their bodies, which is why their defense is so amazing."

"I bet that after wrapping this layer of armor, most giants might not take a bath for a lifetime."

Wayne nodded in agreement and said that this smell indeed made him very uncomfortable. Wayne, who had not lived a hard life and had spent most of his time in Wyzima, found it difficult to adapt to this unpleasant smell. But there was no way, who told them that Witchers made a living by this? The two and one dragon found a few torches outside the nest, lit them with the Igni Sign, and began the exploration of the giant's nest.

And the subsequent exploration journey almost became Wayne's nightmare.

The habits of giants were different from those of the dragon race. They had no preference for shiny things, and even said that because they were born without a sense of smell, they preferred that kind of dirty, messy, and poor environment.

And as everyone knew, wild animals didn't have the concept of a toilet. Since there was no toilet, then there were toilets everywhere.

So, with the help of the not-so-bright torchlight, the three moved forward all the way. The air was filled with an extremely strong stench, and there were indescribable rotten corpses, rotten meat, and feces everywhere on the ground and walls, which simply made Wayne have an urge to turn around and run away.

For ordinary people, in the giant's nest, not only could they not find any spoils with utilization value, but they might even contract some diseases because of this dirty environment.

Fortunately, hard work pays off. After they searched bitterly in this environment like a cesspit for half an hour, they finally found the little thing tied up by vines in a sewage pool.

This was a green dragon youngling about three or four years old. Its body had grown to the size of a pony. Its whole body had been tied into a ball by vines and thrown into this mud pit full of sewage and feces. Half of its body was soaked in sewage, and it could only lift its head and let out bursts of immature wails toward the three people holding torches.

Borch saw this and seemed to be immediately melted by this wail. Regardless of the filth in the pool water, he took out a small knife and walked toward the position of the green dragon youngling.

At the same time, he also comforted the helpless little dragon in dragon language.

And while Borch was rescuing this young dragon, Wayne also told George his thoughts about this matter.

"George, there must be a mastermind behind this."

"It was he who kidnapped the young dragon, then transported it all the way here, hid it in the giant's nest, and triggered the battle between the green dragon and the giant."

"If it was just to steal the young dragon or for things like wealth, it wouldn't be so troublesome at all."

"And there was no need to reveal the news to the green dragon, letting him burn down Downwalen village."

George touched his mustache, considered it for a dozen seconds, nodded in agreement, and said:

"Indeed, according to Mr. Borch's explanation, this green dragon has lived in Velen for many years, and it has been safe for so many years before, until the news of it hurting people came out in the last two years. It is very likely that someone deliberately provoked it."

Wayne probably guessed who the mastermind was. Anyway, in this area of Velen, no matter what kind of black pot it was, you could buckle it on the Crones. Although these old monsters maintained the most basic order and helped some villagers, they were not good things at all, and the price they demanded was more than what they paid.

So, Wayne considered it for a dozen seconds and told George some information he knew about the Crones.

And said: "These few monsters that have survived from ancient times are hidden extremely deeply. Ordinary methods cannot find them at all, and these three sisters will use various spells, curses, and summon other monsters. They have their ears and believers in the entire Velen area."

"Wanting to deal with them, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

George was fearless and didn't retreat upon hearing this, directly saying:

"We are Witchers, how can we fear difficulties and fear danger."

"Since they are all evil things, no matter how much energy and time it takes, I will find them, kill them, and fight to protect the people here."

Although Wayne didn't agree with this kind of groundless dedication in his heart, he still silently gave a thumbs up for the fact that there were such good people in the world.

Soon, Borch finally rescued the little young dragon. He pulled the young dragon covered in filth out of the mud, comforted her in a low voice in dragon language, and at the same time told her the news of her father's death.

Although the little thing was very sad, her age was still too young, and she didn't have a very intuitive feeling about the passing of her relatives.

Finally, after Borch's multiple persuasions, the two dragons finally reached an agreement. He expressed to Wayne that he would adopt this female young dragon named Celia and would take her to Zerrikania to raise her with Saskia.

And carrying such a small young dragon, it was difficult to act with Wayne and the two again, so after Borch expressed his gratitude to Wayne, he also proposed to say goodbye.

As for the remains of that male green dragon, Borch indicated that it was the spoils of Wayne and George, and he would not interfere.

After the two and two dragons walked out of the giant's nest and found a clean water source to wash away the filth on their bodies.

Under the gaze of Wayne and George, the golden dragon Borch carried the little young dragon Celia with his claws, flapped his wings and flew, and soon disappeared into the blue sky.

And the two Witchers who were left behind looked at the huge green dragon corpse and fell into some kind of happy trouble.

How should they move this green dragon corpse with considerable value back? (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 116 =====