nagpurpolice Chapter 67 [Dragon Scales]
Chapter 67 [Dragon Scales]
"roar!"
A fierce roar echoed through the pine forest.
A black figure darted out of the dust and arrived under a pine tree.
"It's that Witcher!"
The dwarf Grunt strode forward quickly, followed closely by the knight Draco, who raised his shield in both hands to protect Arwen.
Arwen gasped for breath, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
The pleasant scent of lily of the valley followed, and Mia's bright eyes narrowed, her face showing extreme emotion.
"Witcher... sir, are you alright?"
The same goes for the mercenary trio.
The reason is simple: the dark-haired face hidden under the hood looked far too young.
Alwin shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
He made a hand seal with his left hand and slightly parted his lips, preparing to release the [Healing Spell], but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the ravens were still circling above the pine forest.
He took a deep breath, opened his pouch, took out the [Swallow] potion, and drank it all.
The toxins spread rapidly throughout the body, but they also suppressed the excruciating pain.
Before the group could exchange pleasantries, a deep roar erupted from the smoke.
The powerful whirlwind swept away the smoke and dust, revealing the stumbling figure of the Royal Pterodactyl.
The archer Vaughn shouted, drew back, and shot an arrow into the former's bleeding wound.
"The poison in my arrow has the best paralyzing effect; it cost me a full 25 crowns. The chance to kill this beast has come. Don't let it get away, Glenn, Draco!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Tonight we'll eat pterosaur meat! With the finest dwarven mead!"
The dwarf Gren charged forward, brandishing his double-bladed axe, while the knight Draco reached out his hand to Arwen.
"Young Witcher, the final battle has begun. May the gods bless us."
Alwin grabbed the knight Draco's hand, quickly stood up, and gripped his silver sword tightly.
Under Mia's watchful eye, the two charged toward the Royal Pterodactyl.
In a short while, another poisoned arrow pierced the wound in the latter's neck. The poison rushed into the Royal Pterodactyl's brain nerves through the bloodstream. Its fierce vertical pupils were filled with exhaustion, and black blood vessels began to spread in the whites of its eyes.
Its body grew heavier and heavier, and its movements became extremely sluggish. It could no longer fly or run, and it even had little strength left to flap its wings.
"Rip!"
The scales on his right thigh were ripped open by the dwarf's axe, followed by a surge of silver sword light. The silver sword's anti-magic effect sliced through his flesh like waves.
"roar!"
The paralysis effect had already greatly reduced the Royal Pterosaur's pain sensitivity, but the feeling of weakness that supported its body arose spontaneously.
Knight Draco seized the opportunity and slammed his shield into the right side of the Royal Pterodactyl.
"boom!"
Its massive body lay on its side, its intact left leg flailing about, its thick tail slapping the ground.
"Hey!" Dwarf Gren stepped on the Royal Pterodactyl's head, wiped the sweat from his face, and said, "This beast is really strong. I'm sweating all over."
"roar!"
The Royal Pterodactyl raised its head, only to be forcefully stomped down by the dwarf Gren with his boots.
"when!"
The two-handed axe hammers pounded the ground, the sharp blades piercing the monster's skin, the axe face reflecting the Royal Pterodactyl's venomous eyes.
"You flying, stinky lizard, you dare bite me? Look at your eyes, are you complaining there aren't enough dwarves to eat?"
"Wait, lizards have four legs, you only have two. I apologize."
"But if you bite me, I'll want to eat your flesh too. Now we're even."
"However, I am a reasonable person. I did put in some effort this time, but I didn't do the most work."
"Witcher, the moment of honor to cut off this beast's head belongs to you."
The dwarf, Gren, moved his foot aside and stepped back.
Arwin stepped forward, gripping the silver sword with both hands in reverse, aiming it at the wound on the Royal Pterodactyl's neck.
Without pity or hesitation, with eyes still and silent, he thrust down forcefully, twisting his arms and severing the spinal nerves of the Royal Pterodactyl.
"roar……"
The Royal Pterosaur's body convulsed continuously, but soon, it exhaled its last breath of hot air, its vertical pupils began to dilate, its convulsing body gradually calmed down, and its life force was completely drained away.
[Wolf School Witcher Swordsmanship Experience +20!]
[Quin, Alder, and Yard Sign Experience +5!]
[Defeat the Royal Pterodactyl (BOSS) to obtain 100% of the Royal Pterodactyl mutants]
[Whether to install the Royal Pterodactyl mutant]
"Install."
[Royal Pterodactyl Mutant (Blue): After installing this mutant, your stamina will be greatly increased, and you will gain the blue talent, Wyvern Scale]
[Dragon Scale (Blue): Your skin has undergone a mutation. With focused mental energy, a two-inch-sized dragon scale can condense on your skin to block physical attacks.]
Alwin was panting heavily, feeling the power emanating from his body. The skin hidden under his leather jacket felt as if countless ants were biting and stinging him.
But the pain quickly subsided, and the fatigue from the fierce battle with the Royal Pterodactyl was mostly recovered at that moment.
"This is the increase in physical strength, and this blue defensive talent—it came at just the right time."
He slightly raised his forehead, revealing cat-like eyes beneath his black hair, and looked at the knight Draco, who was walking with heavy steps.
The latter, with his helmet tucked under his right hand, stared directly at the former, his disheveled hair obscuring his face.
He suddenly paused, a faint sense of dread creeping into his heart, as if he were being watched by a predatory beast, especially the color of Alwin's pupils—gray vertical pupils with a faint yellow tinge around the edges.
But as a knight, he felt no fear.
"By His Majesty the Glorious King Miodrag."
"Mr. Witcher, your bravery and selflessness have moved me. Although your eyes are still frightening, compared to those bandits, your noble character is enough to shatter the rumors in the book 'Freaks'."
"I, Draco the Knight, wish to call you my friend."
Alwin frowned slightly.
"Not him?"
After a moment's thought, a faint rustling sound of air approached rapidly from the pine forest not far away. If it weren't for Alwin's high alert and the amplification from [Dual Soul], even an ordinary witcher would have had difficulty noticing it.
"laugh!"
A sharp arrow pierced halfway through the side of Knight Draco's face.
"thump!"
The knight Draco's tall body fell to the ground, his smile still lingering on his face.
Arwen's cat-like eyes narrowed as he looked at the arrow on the knight Draco's head. The arrow had gray feathers at the end, and the bare shaft was grooved, with blood and white fluid spilling down the groove onto the muddy ground.
"Damn it, Vaughn, you son of a bitch, you actually shot Draco! You're trying to steal the bounty!"
The dwarf grieved from behind.
Arwen was furious. He turned his head, lunged forward with his right foot, and formed a mudra with his left hand.
"Gagaga!"
With the raven's warning, archer Vaughn stared in astonishment at the scene, hastily raising his rhinoceros horn bow with his left hand and spreading his right arm to prove his innocence.
"Be careful!"
Mia screamed.
The shield of the Quen sign reflected itself, but shattered instantly.
The sharp aura stung Alwin's back.
But Arwen seemed to be ready. He stepped forward with his left foot, and using his right foot as the center, he quickly twisted his waist. The movement was swift, and his cloak fluttered in the wind.
Force rose from the ground, and two silver lights collided, the axe reflecting the fierce face covered with a brown beard.