Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 28 Little Mist Demon (asking for collection, asking for monthly pass, asking for reward)
Although it was just a quick glimpse, Wayne already guessed that the monster that attacked Geralt was the little mist demon.

It is estimated that the white wolf, who is a veteran demon hunter, did not expect that when he tried his best to kill dozens of water ghosts, there was actually a strong little mist demon lurking beside him, taking the opportunity to sneak up on him.

This is also because the surrounding environment is too dark. Although the cat potion strengthened their dark vision, allowing them to see things in the dark, but that vision is almost black and white, unable to see the fog in the dark clearly.

This made the little mist demon almost invisible, without being noticed.

To be on the safe side, Wayne did not immediately approach Geralt who was knocked into the air, but immediately mobilized the remaining Chaos magic power in his body, and carefully put a layer of Kunn shield on himself.

In the fierce battle just now, in less than half an hour, he almost cast nearly thirty spells, which was a level that other demon hunters could hardly achieve.

In addition to his talent, system bonuses and tawny owl potion, it is also thanks to the Dolan Ring he got yesterday.

Every time he kills an enemy, he will gain a certain amount of mana recovery, which greatly enhances his endurance. This allows him to defeat the group of water ghosts that even the white wolf Geralt has to deal with carefully with the skill of a novice demon hunter.

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief after adding a layer of insurance to himself. He looked up and found that the little mist demon that had just been knocked into the air by his Alder sign had lurked into the mist again when it landed, and could no longer be found.

This kind of hidden monster is quite troublesome. Apart from maintaining a high level of vigilance, the best way is to wait for it to show itself before taking the opportunity to deal with it.

As a last resort, he could only give up chasing the enemy, rolled over to Geralt's side, and began to check his injuries.

At this time, Geralt seemed to be stunned by the powerful sneak attack just now.

He put his hands on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, his arms trembled slightly, and tried his best to support his body, but failed.

Seeing Wayne approaching him, he reached out and grabbed Wayne's extended arm before standing up with strength.

"How about it, Geralt, are your injuries still holding up?"

Seeing the younger generation's concerned eyes, Geralt pulled a wry smile. Physical pain had long been a habit for him, but the embarrassing situation of being overturned in front of the younger generation still made the famous White Wolf feel a little embarrassed.

He shook his head lightly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"My carapace was not penetrated, but I suffered internal injuries, nothing serious."

"Be careful, this little mist demon is stronger and more cunning than its kind."

"It's not gone yet, the fight is not over."

Seeing that Geralt was fine, Wayne also heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a little vigilant in his heart.

Although he knew that it was common for demon hunters to be injured, he never expected that even a veteran like Bai Lang would turn over in front of an ordinary little mist demon.

It is conceivable that when facing a more powerful monster, or as powerful as a demon hunter, it is very likely to be fatal in one blow, and there is no chance of regret at all.

Thinking of this, Wayne restrained the arrogance he had just had from defeating a large group of water ghosts, and focused his attention on his perception of the surrounding environment.

Although he has the blessing of system ability, his defensive power is not stronger than Geralt's. If he was the one who was hit in the sneak attack just now, he probably won't be better than Geralt.

However, monsters are monsters. Maybe this little mist demon is inherently cunning, but it has been dominating the underground ruins all year round. It doesn't know what fear and retreat are. After being knocked into the air by Wayne's Alder sign, not only did it not restrain its own sneak attack, but even more angrily wanted to launch a counterattack.

This also allowed Wayne, who had calmed down, to discover its traces. This guy was considered cunning, knowing that persimmons should be squeezed softly. It manipulated the mist and shrouded its body. At this time, it had already quietly touched the position not far behind Geralt, and seemed to want to sneak up on this injured target again and kill him completely.

But Wayne didn't give it another chance. He let go of Geralt's arm, and directly turned back with an Axii enchantment technique, freezing the little mist demon's movements for a second, and then a lightning-fast sword light pierced through its throat like a poisonous snake.

However, the vitality of these monsters is too strong, even if the throat is pierced, its strength still shows no signs of fading.

The little mist demon didn't care about his injuries at all. With a roar, he waved his claws and grabbed Wayne's sword-holding right hand fiercely.

Seeing this, Wayne narrowed his eyes, and didn't choose to fight it head-on, but let go of the silver sword in his hand, rolled sideways, avoided its sharp claws, and came to the side of the little mist demon.

He didn't give the monster a chance to hide his figure again. After stabilizing his figure, he immediately bowed and rushed towards the little mist demon, dodging his claws again, grasping the hilt of the sword again, and using the momentum of his body, he twisted it violently, directly wringing the little mist demon's head off.

Losing its head, a large amount of blood spewed out, spraying everywhere like a fountain, and the little mist demon's body froze for a few seconds, as if it had lost its support, and fell on its back, completely losing its voice.

Seeing that the enemy had been completely killed, Wayne shook off the blood on the silver sword, exhaled a foul breath, and returned to Geralt's side, trying to reach out to support him.

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

"There is a specialized doctor in the camp, who should be able to treat you."

Geralt smiled wryly, not trying to be brave.

Although entrustment is important, life is one's own, and one cannot fight with injuries, which is one of the iron rules that every demon hunter knows.

But as a senior, he still has to save his face.

Geralt waved his hand to signal Wayne not to help him, then spat out bloody saliva from the side of his head and said:
"Let's go, go back to the camp first, I can still hold on, I don't need your help."

(End of this chapter)