Chapter 1198 1180. Ibirujiu - Dread Tyrannosaurus!
And Lan En was sure that the mist demon he just stabbed to death was not a common phantom.
Some fog monsters who live a long time and have developed their abilities very well can mimic the fog to look like themselves.
Create a phantom clone that can attack and confuse enemies.
But when the clone was broken, it behaved like a video that suddenly collapsed.
The magical mist structure that builds the clone is broken to its endurance limit, and the clone will suddenly stagnate and then disappear.
But just now Lan En recorded the whole process with his eyes.
The mist demon twitched when it was stabbed, and then fell to the ground. That was not the behavior of a magical phantom.
That is a biological characteristic.
Witchers are experts in studying and learning monster knowledge. There are academic works about ghouls and giant ghouls, two creatures of the same kind but different, in Kaer Morhen. A big tome.
Any slight biological difference may kill the witcher during the mission.
So they also strive to be meticulous in their research on monsters, making distinctions and judgments.
Lan En admits that he will not mistake the magical mist phantom for the real mist demon.
But this is even more outrageous. He has never heard of any kind of fog demon that does not leave a body of flesh and blood after death, but turns into fog and dissipates!
If a demon hunter takes over this job, he won’t even have the brains to prove that the mission is completed and collect the bounty!
On the other side, there was a group of Scoia'tael who had been beaten to the ground by Lan En.
At this time, they also shook their heads hard and woke up a little under the stimulation of the mist spreading from the ground.
Lan En did not fight to kill people, so at most they had broken bones or concussions.
After the mist containing a metallic smell poured into the nasal cavity, it stimulated these people to open their eyes one after another.
Then they all screamed in terror as if they were waking up from a dream, but in the eyes of others, they just opened their mouths in vain, and the sounds they made were weak and distant.
Moreover, the mist began to surge silently.
Suddenly, in the milky white mist, another thin, hunched, deformed figure condensed.
Silently, he waved his claws at a half-elf.
The half-elf was unaware that a dwarf standing opposite him raised a crossbow at his back.
The dwarf's beard spread out and his mouth opened wide, but the sound could not reach the ears of the half-elf who was only ten meters away.
A crossbow arrow was fired out, brushed against the half-elf's clothes, and nailed to the mist demon's body.
This made him suddenly turn around, and the one-handed ax in the half-elf's hand slashed at the mist demon randomly in shock.
The actions of the dwarf and half-elf attracted more people's attention, and the people around the half-elf could barely suppress the dizziness and pain caused by Lan En's beating.
Each of them drew out their weapons and attacked the revealed mist demon.
Iron weapons hit it staggering everywhere, and finally it dissipated after dozens of blows.
The whole process was silent and silent.
This made Lan En even more sure that that thing was definitely not a magic mist clone.
The ordinary iron weapon is not the demon hunter's silver sword. The texture of the blow just now is almost the same as hitting a physical monster.
Iron swords are effective, but they are not as effective against monsters as silver swords.
It is far from the feeling of nothingness that cannot be hit when facing a magic clone.
After the Scoia'tael destroyed a mist monster, they looked at each other in shock and tried to get closer to speak loudly.
Shortening the speaking distance really helps overcome the extraordinary sound-absorbing effect of this fog.
They finally completed some communication.
Their frightened eyes showed that they actually knew what the fog represented. They had entered the feeding area of the unknown creature.
Lan En stood not far away, and the Scoia'tael looked at the tall but hazy Witcher in the mist with resentful eyes.
But in the end, no one stopped attacking him.
Everyone carefully observed their surroundings and kept moving.
The female elf also reluctantly moved from the lying position, covering her back with one hand, and slowly propped herself up a little with the other hand.
Then, a sharp ray of air passed through the side of the female elf's hair.
The sharp airflow even briefly left a vacuum trace in the mist.
The female elf looked at the witcher slowly, only to find that he had just retracted the kick she kicked out.
She turned around again.
Behind her, a silent fog demon was nailed to the tree trunk behind her with an elf knife, and its body was disintegrating into mist.
There was only the elf sword, and the blade was shaking a little on its own.
“People always struggle when they are about to die, right?”
Lan En snorted and looked away from the female elf.
The female elf only saw his lips move, but heard nothing.
But actions speak for themselves.
She bit her teeth, which were stained red with blood, and turned to look at her saber stuck in the tree trunk.
First he held on to the handle of the knife to push himself up, then he pulled it out suddenly and made a defensive posture in front of him.
Except for those who firmly want to die, most people will struggle before death no matter what.
Especially this group of people, originally their plan was to protect themselves.
“You just broke one of my ribs!” The female elf walked up to Lan En and shouted with her mouth wide open and veins popping out on her neck.
She seemed to want to shout out the pain in her body, but in Lan En's ears, the sound was as soft as a whisper. "You are lucky to be alive today, madam."
Lan En's slightly shining eyes looked around and he shouted the same.
“Now we have to figure it out together and tell me what’s going on!”
The sound-absorbing properties of the fog mean that even though people’s heartbeats and breathing speed up, so many people gather together now There was total silence.
And the communication efficiency has become very low.
“These things are just small roles!”
The female elf pointed around and shouted. The pain and hoarse shouting made her short hair fall on her forehead.
"You don't want to see that thing in the middle of the fog! No one can see it and it's still alive! The only hope is to run out quickly!"
After saying that, the female elf became careful. They moved closer to the other Scoia'tael members.
What she said to Lan En just now was mainly because she wanted this powerful warrior to go with them to give them more hope of survival.
Another fog demon appeared silently from the fog. This time it appeared in a blind corner of the field of vision and knocked down a halfling with one claw.
The shock of the halfling falling to the ground attracted the attention of others nearby, who then went up and hacked the mist demon to death again.
The halfling covered his head and stood up unsteadily.
If he hadn't been wearing a neck protector, the Mist Demon's claws would have been enough to dig into his cervical vertebrae from the back of his neck.
The female elf waved to Lan En, motioning for him to follow quickly.
Now the concentration of fog is getting higher and higher, and the milky white color in the air is getting thicker and thicker. Visibility has been reduced from ten meters to about five meters.
And the bad news doesn't stop there.
Lan En ducked sideways to avoid the claws of a fog monster that suddenly appeared, and punched out with a backhand!
There was no sound, but the edge of the fist brought out several milky white air waves in the mist.
The fist in the center of the circular air wave hit the mist demon's head. The deformed head first deformed under the heavy pressure, and finally the broken bones broke through the wrapping of skin and flesh.
A blast of flesh and blood spread out in a fan shape, and finally dissipated in the mist.
With Lan En's other hand, Arondette accurately stabbed a fog monster through its mouth when it first appeared, with the sharp blade protruding from the back of its head.
Mist demons are appearing more and more frequently.
The Scoia'tael, who had tried hard to evacuate despite their frightened expressions just now, now found it difficult to even move.
Because they have no idea where the mist demon will suddenly appear silently.
Let everyone monitor the blind spots for others and forming a queue can solve this problem.
However, if this kind of queue does not have long-term practice, or a high degree of organization and tacit understanding, then it is simply empty talk.
The Scoia'tael have obviously never practiced this kind of event, and their tacit understanding between them is not up to standard.
So they walked less than fifty meters after five minutes. And everyone looked haggard and sweating profusely.
The female elf's face showed despair.
Because according to their understanding of the fog, the thicker the fog and the more frequent the fog monsters appear, it means that they are actually getting closer to the center!
"It's coming towards us!" the female elf yelled to vent her fear, "Why is this happening! It's not passing by us! It's coming towards us! This is wrong!"
But in Bai Under the fog, her voice was like a whisper.
And it can't travel very far at all.
On the other side, Lan En is not far away from the Scoia'tael in a straight line.
He began to look around with great vigilance.
Because around him, many broken trees were slowly falling down.
In a normal environment, this would bring about a series of ‘squeaking’ sounds of the wood being torn apart, and a muffled sound of the tree trunk hitting the ground.
But in this white mist, he could only feel the vibration of the ground under his feet, but there was no sound the whole time.
Those thick tree trunks were easily crushed and broken like crispy stick biscuits.
The fog was thick and misty. Behind Lan En, deep in the milky white fog, a huge black shadow was slowly approaching.
The closer the black shadow gets, the larger the area becomes.
The surrounding trees were extremely fragile around it, but its movement didn't seem to cause the slightest vibration at all.
This also resulted in Lan En only knowing that there was something around him, but he was unable to determine the location through the vibration of the ground.
Everything is always immersed in death-like silence.
In the middle of the dark shadow in the thick fog, a pair of small, yellow reptilian eyes stared at the demon hunter who had his back turned to him.
And then
a ferocious and huge mouth opened slowly but powerfully like a clockwork, and then fell from the sky!
This process remains silent.
But with the demon hunter's back turned, the amber cat eyes turned calmly.
There’s one good thing about thick mist – it’s particularly noticeable when agitated!
[Acceleration Technique]!
Lan En's body suddenly turned into a line of smoke and disappeared.
And in the next moment, the demonic huge mandible plowed into the ground.
A large number of broken teeth exploded under the pressure!
Lan En, who was lying low in the distance, lowered his center of gravity and slowed down to a stop, narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the center of this change for the first time.
"[Ibiruju]."
The demon hunter first said the scientific name of the creature in front of him very professionally, and then came the common name of the creature that was domineering in another world and made people shudder.
"Tyrannosaurus!!!"
(End of this chapter)