Chapter 27: Intense Battle (Seeking monthly tickets, seeking collections, seeking recommendations)

The battle went quite smoothly.

A honeycomb bomb and a charged Igni flame blew the Drowners into disarray, not only successfully killing five or six Drowners but also successfully blocking their arrogant momentum of rushing over.

However, the stupider the creature, the less it could judge the strength gap between the two sides.

Those Drowners who were not affected by the explosion and flames still had no fear, bypassing their severely injured companions one after another, and continued to rush toward him with claws and teeth.

Wayne jumped off the railing and returned to the top of the stairs. He didn't immediately raise his sword to defend, but walked a few steps to the exit of the stairs, formed a seal with his left hand, pushed downward, and set an Yrden magic trap at the exit.

The purple magic brilliance instantly depicted a circular ancient magic array on the ground.

Wayne stood on it without any discomfort, but if those Drowners rushed in, they would immediately be affected by the array and be bound by the Chaos Magic inside, severely slowing down their movement speed.

Although this Sign would not cause direct damage to monsters in the range, its special effect was very suitable for defensive operations under this advantageous terrain, and it was the first choice for Witchers to deal with ghosts, wraiths, and other monsters that were light and fast.

The only pity was that due to material problems, Geralt and Wayne only had one honeycomb bomb each, otherwise, if they had buried a few on this only path for the monsters, they might have been able to blow up most of them directly.

Wayne concentrated, waiting for the monsters to arrive, when he suddenly heard a huge explosion behind him.

He glanced hurriedly and found that Geralt had also adopted a method similar to his, getting the honeycomb bomb into the Drowner group and detonating it.

However, the White Wolf's Igni Sign couldn't attack as far as Wayne's. He waited until the Drowners rushed to the entrance of the stairs before detonating it by lighting the fuse and throwing the bomb.

This also resulted in him being quite close to the place of the explosion. The power of the honeycomb bomb directly blew the silt, river water, and the flesh and blood of several unlucky Drowners at the bottom of the pond everywhere, directly drenching Geralt into a drowned rat.

But no matter how embarrassed he was, when the swarming Drowners rushed up the stairs, Wayne and Geralt had to pick up their weapons and fight these monsters that exuded the smell of corpses.

As a veteran, Geralt was long used to such battles. He didn't care about the silt and filth splashed on his body, took a leap to get close to a Drowner that rushed up, used his shoulder to bump away the arm it grabbed over, held his silver sword high, and slashed directly at its head.

The silver sword in the White Wolf's hand glowed slightly. This was a long and beautiful sword carved with countless mysterious inscriptions. When it slashed on the Drowner's face, there was almost no resistance, instantly shaving off half of its head.

And after one hit, successfully killing a Drowner, Geralt didn't stop at all, turned around to dodge the pounce of another Drowner, and the silver sword drew a perfect arc, taking advantage of the momentum to slash at the chest of another Drowner.

The sharp blade directly cut a wound more than a meter long in its chest cavity, and the huge force directly caused this Drowner to fall to the ground wailing, and one could even see the internal organs still beating through the wound.

However, this Drowner didn't die, and more Drowners swarmed up from the stairs.

They didn't care about their companions who were cut down to the ground at all, and one after another stretched out their claws, roaring and surrounding Geralt.

Although Geralt's dodging skills were agile and old-fashioned, dodging many Drowner attacks one after another, the large number of monsters surrounding him undoubtedly compressed his space for dodging.

By the time they fought to the end, the space for them to move was getting smaller and smaller. Geralt had to frequently cast Quen Signs, while dodging, and by exchanging injuries for injuries, successfully killed the monsters surrounding him.

Fortunately, although these Drowners were fierce, they were almost at the bottom of the monsters. Their claws might be able to tear open human skin and flesh, but they couldn't break through metal armor.

In front of the Geralt of Rivia, who had experienced combat, they could only leave bruises of various sizes on his non-fatal positions in the end.

And Wayne's battle situation was completely different from Geralt's. When Drowners crowded and rushed up from the stairs, the first thing they encountered was the Yrden trap used for deceleration.

Wayne stood in the center of the trap and didn't have direct contact with the Drowners. He knew his advantages very well. Whenever a Drowner broke through the trap's binding and wanted to attack him.

Wayne would rely on his agile body to roll and dodge the Drowner's attack.

And once two or three Drowners gathered on the array, he would stretch out his left hand and use a charged, enhanced Aard Sign to blow the Drowners toward the rock wall, letting their thin bodies hit the wall fiercely.

Finally, taking advantage of the time when these Drowners couldn't get up, he rolled to their side and directly pierced their skulls with a silver sword.

Of course, this circuitous combat method was not only time-consuming but also consumed a lot of Chaos Magic in the body, which was not suitable for most Witchers.

However, under the blessing of the Swallow potion and Tawny Owl potion in his body, the Chaos Magic in Wayne's body was just enough, and he could even spare time to use the Axii Sign to confuse one or two Drowners, letting them fight among themselves and disrupt the attack rhythm of the Drowners.

In this way, the high-intensity battle lasted for more than twenty minutes.

Geralt, who chose close-quarters combat, ended the battle first. He panted, clamped the silver sword covered in blood and filth under his arm, and wiped the blood off it.

Then he gritted his teeth, grinned, and walked step by step toward Wayne, who was still fighting.

When he walked near Wayne, the battle here was also nearing its end. The last three Drowners had one controlled by Wayne's Axii Sign. It didn't care about the danger of its belly being peeled open and bit fiercely on a companion.

And its master, Wayne, was merciless, directly using a powerful Igni Sign, letting the fierce flames directly envelop the three Drowners.

Out of instinctual fear of fire and high temperature, the Drowner with its belly peeled open broke free from the control of the Axii Sign, covered in fire, wailing and struggling crazily.

However, before it could be buried in the flames covering its whole body, a slender silver sword, like a meteor, instantly pierced into its eye socket, and then stirred the brain inside the skull into a ball of paste.

Geralt stood on the side observing Wayne's battle. Seeing that although Wayne's armor was covered in dust, there was no trace of being hit by monsters, he couldn't help but praise him.

"Wayne."

"Although your combat style is like a donkey constantly rolling on the ground, very indecent."

"But I have to praise your caution and care."

He rubbed his ribs that had been hit by Drowners many times. That kind of pain made the White Wolf couldn't help but grin.

"Even an old Witcher like me would be beaten all over with injuries when facing so many Drowners."

"But you were unscathed in such an intense war, which is undoubtedly a thing worth praising."

Hearing Geralt's praise, Wayne turned his head and wiped the dust off his face with a hand not stained with blood.

He grinned and was about to chat and joke with Geralt when his eyes suddenly condensed, noticing a blurry and hazy gas appearing behind Geralt.

A monster with a hunched figure, ugly appearance, but strong limbs and sharp claws emerged from that mass of gas.

Before the White Wolf could react, the monster's sharp claws were already raised high, and with a speed that seemed to split mountains and crack rocks, they clawed down fiercely.

"Quick, dodge! Geralt!"

Wayne shouted instinctively, formed a seal with his left hand, and pushed forward fiercely. The Aard Sign instantly hit the monster that suddenly appeared.

The attack happened too suddenly. Although Geralt made a dodging movement under Wayne's reminder, leaving the fatal neck position, his back still suffered a fierce blow from the sharp claws.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, the famous Geralt of Rivia was fiercely knocked away.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 28 =====