Chapter 28: Xiao Wu Yao (Seeking collections, seeking monthly tickets, seeking tips)

Although it was just a glimpse, Wayne had already guessed that the monster that ambushed Geralt was a Xiao Wu Yao.

He figured that even the White Wolf, a veteran Witcher, didn't expect that after he had exhausted his strength and finally killed dozens of Drowners, there was still a strong Xiao Wu Yao lurking on the side, insidiously taking the opportunity to ambush him.

This was also because the environment was too dark. Although the Cat potion strengthened their dark vision, allowing them to see things in the dark, that kind of vision was almost black and white and couldn't see the fog in the dark clearly.

This allowed the Xiao Wu Yao to reach a degree of near-invisibility without being detected.

For the sake of safety, Wayne didn't immediately approach Geralt, who had been knocked away, but immediately mobilized the remaining Chaos Magic in his body and cautiously added a Quen Shield to himself.

In the intense battle just now, in less than half an hour, he had cast nearly thirty Signs, which was a level difficult for other Witchers to reach.

Apart from his talent, the system's bonus, and the Tawny Owl potion, he also had to thank the Doran's Ring he obtained yesterday.

The effect of restoring mana for every enemy killed greatly strengthened his endurance, which allowed him to defeat the Drowner group that even White Wolf Geralt had to deal with carefully with the skills of a Witcher novice.

After adding a layer of insurance to himself, Wayne felt relieved in his heart. He looked up and found that the Xiao Wu Yao that had just been knocked away by his Aard Sign had lurked into the fog again when it landed and could no longer be found.

This kind of monster that could hide was quite troublesome. Apart from maintaining high vigilance, the best way was to wait for it to appear on its own before taking the opportunity to deal with it.

Having no choice, he could only give up chasing the enemy and hurried to Geralt's side to start checking his injuries.

At this time, Geralt seemed to have been stunned by the sudden and powerful ambush.

He supported the ground with both hands, spat out a mouthful of blood, his arms trembling slightly, and was trying his best to support his body, but failed.

Seeing Wayne come to his side, he reached out and grabbed Wayne's outstretched arm before borrowing strength to stand up.

"How is it, Geralt? Can you still hold on with the injuries on your body?"

Looking at his junior's concerned eyes, Geralt forced a bitter smile. Physical pain had long been a common occurrence for him, but this situation of flipping over and losing face in front of a junior still made the famous White Wolf feel a trace of embarrassment.

He shook his head gently and said in a hoarse voice:

"My back armor wasn't pierced; I just suffered internal injuries. It's no big deal."

"You have to be careful. This Xiao Wu Yao is stronger and more cunning than its kin."

"It hasn't left yet. The battle isn't over."

Seeing that Geralt was fine, Wayne also breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he had some alertness in his heart.

Although he knew that it was common for Witchers to get injured, he didn't expect that even a veteran like the White Wolf would flip over in front of an ordinary Xiao Wu Yao.

It was conceivable that when facing more powerful monsters, or even someone as powerful as a Witcher, it was very likely to be killed in one blow, with no chance to regret.

Thinking this way, Wayne restrained the slight pride he had generated because he had defeated a large group of Drowners and focused his attention on perceiving the surrounding environment.

Although he had the blessing of the system's abilities, his defense was not stronger than Geralt's. If he had been the one hit by that ambush just now, he probably wouldn't have been any better than Geralt.

However, a monster is a monster. Perhaps this Xiao Wu Yao was naturally cunning, but it had been lording over the underground ruins for years and didn't know what fear or retreat was at all. After being knocked away by Wayne's Aard Sign, not only did it not restrain its ambush, but it became even more angry and wanted to launch a counterattack.

This also allowed Wayne, who had calmed down, to discover its tracks. This guy was also considered cunning, knowing that persimmons should be picked by the soft ones. It manipulated the fog to shroud its body. At this time, it had quietly touched a position not far behind Geralt, seemingly wanting to ambush this injured target again and kill him completely.

However, Wayne didn't give it another chance. He let go of Geralt's arm, turned around and used an Axii confusion spell to fix the Xiao Wu Yao's movements for a second, and then it was a sword light as fast as lightning. The silver sword pierced its throat like a poisonous snake.

However, the vitality of these monsters was too powerful. Even if the throat was pierced, its strength still didn't show signs of weakening.

This Xiao Wu Yao didn't care about its injuries at all, roared, and swung its claws fiercely toward Wayne's right hand holding the sword.

Seeing this scene, Wayne narrowed his eyes, didn't choose to fight it head-on, but directly let go of the silver sword in his hand, did a side roll, dodged its sharp claws, and came to the side of the Xiao Wu Yao.

He didn't give this monster a chance to hide its figure again. After stabilizing his figure, he immediately bent down and rushed toward the Xiao Wu Yao, dodged its slashing claws again, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and used the momentum of his body to twist it fiercely, directly twisting the Xiao Wu Yao's head off.

Losing its head, a large amount of blood sprayed out like a fountain, spraying everywhere. The Xiao Wu Yao's body stood stiff for a few seconds, then fell backward as if it had lost its support, and completely lost its breath.

Seeing that the enemy was completely killed, Wayne shook the blood off the silver sword, exhaled a turbid breath, returned to Geralt's side, and wanted to reach out to support him.

"Let's go. I'll send you back to the camp first."

"There is a dedicated doctor in the camp who should be able to help you with treatment."

Geralt smiled bitterly and didn't try to be brave.

Although the contract was important, his own life was his own. Not fighting with injuries was one of the iron rules that every Witcher knew clearly.

However, as a senior, he still had to keep his face.

Geralt waved his hand, signaling Wayne not to support him, then turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, saying:

"Let's go. Back to the camp first. I can still hold on; you don't need to support me."

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 29 =====