Chapter 5: 5 attacks!

Chapter 5: 5 attacks!

Chapter 5 5. Attack!

With a "click" sound, the silver sword with cold light cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

The bearded man carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oil cloth and put it back into the scabbard with an expressionless sound.

The monsters entrenched in this magical mist have been completely eliminated.

This task was just like Bordons own expectation, effortless, easy and cost-effective.

Seventeen ghosts, if he were to kill them head-on. Then facing the crowd of monsters surrounding them, even this Bear School armor would not be able to withstand it.

At best, it would be a minor injury.

Moreover, it costs at least thirty oren to repair the armor, and the loss of the silver sword's blade costs ten oren. If you drink magic potion and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.

As a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the costs.

But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.

Tightening the buckles of the armor that had become slightly loose due to movement, Bordon raised his unwavering eyes and looked at his "apprentice".

He is currently holding on to the worn-out Willen sword, gasping for air.

Adjust your breathing. Bordon said in a commanding tone.

Our emotions have been erased by the mutation process and we will not be afraid. However, the bodys crisis instinct will still explode. Adrenaline surges and physical strength leaks. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our bodies can quickly recover.

There was no sweat on Lan Ens lowered head at all, but there was a hint of surprise in the invisible shadow of Bordon.

This is the rare common sense teaching of this "teacher".

Normally, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he always only works on combat courses.

It seems that I did save him a lot of money this time.

Lan En was analyzing in his mind.

Then he wiped his forehead with his palm as if wiping sweat and raised his head. It turned into that expression like an ice cube again.

Like most people in this school of thought.

"Understood."

He responded to the instructor's teachings and made his already unruffled breathing more obvious.

Then he consciously took out his hunting dagger and started to cut off the devil's ears. These were the mission credentials.

Bordon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.

He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and currently, he has no intention of teaching it.

This fog was not created by fog monsters, and it has nothing to do with evil spirits. Have we completed the commission for that village?

Lan En cut off an evil ghost's long ear with a "stab" sound, and the smelly blood was splashed on the ground.

The basic intention of the village's commission was to re-pick valuable fungi, but now the cause of the magic fog has not been figured out, let alone dispelled.

The monsters are gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

On the other hand, Lan En didnt repair the cross guard at all, he just made noise by beating on the guard!

Twenty-seven minutes, can only be postponed until now.

Compared to Bordon, Lan En's body has just become a witcher, and his resistance to poison is even worse. His respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs are as painful as being roasted by fire.

Now, there are two bright red blood stains flowing from his nose.

But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.

"enough."

Standing up, Lan En wiped away the blood from under his nose, facing his mentor who was leaning against him and looking down at him.

Teacher, we can go.

Your sword. Bordon did not move, just stared into the apprentices cat eyes. "Is it fixed?"

You didnt teach me, so all my efforts were in vain.

Lan replied simply. He looked at his mentor without hesitation. His unwavering expression was exactly the same as that of Bordon.

The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned and walked out of the fog.

Lan En followed suit.

Stepping out of the fog, the two of them took a deep breath in unison.

Witchers are very resistant to poison, but their body's desire for clean air is instinctive.

In the process of walking out, Lane maintained a position one step behind Bordong.

He was always observing his teacher.

At the first breath of fresh air, even the bear school whose emotions were most severely obliterated would simply enjoy the healthy air due to their instinctive reaction at this time.

But the second bite immediately followed.

Breathe in. Huh!?

As if sensing something from his keen sense of smell, Bordon's unwavering face suddenly frowned.

This smell is. Someone is nearby!

Lan En took a step back silently.

Followed by "whoosh"! *2

Two flying arrows hit Bordon's face!

"ha!!"

Exhaling loudly, the bearded man looked as ferocious as a monster!

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