The flying lion is very cruel, it is bloodthirsty and murderous, and kills all the people in the hunting group.
Blood stained the land of the Blue Mountains red, and the horses were eaten until only nine were left.
As if he just remembered that there was another person, Feishi turned to look at John.
Its body is larger than a giant bear, and the feathers on its wings are like sharpened blades.
Just now, a person was caught in the wings, as if falling into a meat grinder, and quickly turned into meat dregs.
The leather is so tough that even an ax cannot leave a mark on it.
Fast speed, high attack, and strong defense.
This seems to be an unsolvable monster.
John looked at the big guy and said, "This should be the flying lion that Emily mentioned."
I remembered that on the way here, I also found some animal carcasses, presumably accumulated by flying lions when they were hunting.
The Flying Lion can definitely be regarded as the guy who has brought the greatest sense of oppression to John during this period of time.
The teeth, stained with minced meat and bones, were dripping with blood.
The ferocious gaze is like that of a predator targeting its prey.
John said: "If Hagrid were here, he would probably praise you as a cute guy."
With Hagrid's aesthetic, John felt like he would give the flying lion a name.
Holding the sword in his right hand, John pulled the reins with his left hand.
Polo turned around and saw the flying lion. The smell of similar beings being killed made him feel panic.
John used mind magic to comfort it and push down other emotions.
"Don't be afraid, we are the predators."
John whispered, and the pupils in his eyes shrank into vertical shapes.
He tilted his head, "Should I cut off your wings or stab your heart?"
This attitude angered the flying lion, and a lion's roar was accompanied by a rushing hurricane.
John drove Polo and killed the flying lion.
The eyes on the distant peaks are always looking here.
As John came to the front, the flying lion's claws that could easily kill a horse fell down.
Silver light shone through the gaps in the claws, and the unpleasant sound of sparks and metal piercings was heard.
John felt like he hit a steel bar and sparks flew everywhere.
Another attack from the Flying Lion was already coming. John let go of the reins and held his sword in both hands to block the attack.
His body flew out like a cannonball. Polo hissed, turned around and was almost torn to pieces.
"It's the first time." John stopped rolling and was knocked away for the first time.
This flying lion's attack power is very high. If it doesn't release its power, John suspects that Polo will be beaten to death.
Raising his left hand, an invisible wave spread from John's body.
Polo ran towards the distance, and John turned his sword.
"Let's do it again now."
Against this impenetrable guy, the knight is somewhat useless.
But it doesn’t matter.
I don’t just have that one blessing.
"Big guy, speaking of it, dealing with you is easier than dealing with other guys."
John grinned, and the flying lion flapped its blade-like feathers and flew up.
It hovered in the air like an eagle for a while, then headed towards John on the ground.
"Boom!"
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was accompanied by the sound of tinkling, and sparks continued to fly.
John held the sword in both hands, and the silver light was airtight.
Sparks continued to burst out between the claws and blades.
Every blow felt like a beating from a giant monster.
John gradually settled into the rhythm.
He had fought against Gryffindor before at Hogwarts, but that was against wizards, not against monsters.
Lifting the sword sharply, the tip of the sword touched the sharp teeth that had been bitten off.
The cold light magnified in front of the flying lion, and the flying lion's wings spread downwards.
The huge flying lion's body retreated quickly.
Apparently, this monster also has unusual fighting instincts.
Just a little further, John's sword would have penetrated the flying lion's eyes, and his brain would have been smashed into pulp.
"Excellent judgment."
The corners of John's mouth rose, and his offense and defense changed.
He doesn't have shooting star shoes, but he has a body that has been poured out of years of exercise and magic blood.
Chase out with long strides.
When the flying lion wanted to repeat its old trick and take off, John raised his left hand and pulled hard.
The invisible force dragged the flying lion's wings and pinned it half a meter above the ground.
John increased his speed, and before the flying lion's claws could be slapped down, his sword emitted a silver light and cut the lion's fur.
Turn over again, grab the mane under the belly of the flying lion, and use the force to jump up on the back.
Aiming at the flying lion's back, John held the silver sword upside down and stabbed it hard.
"Roar--!"
The flying lion roared in pain, but John didn't stop.
Take a step back and pull hard with both hands.
The wound that was originally only a few inches was pulled out to a meter.
This time Fei Shi completely lost his mind.
Because the flying lion was huge enough, this sword could not even stab the flying lion's internal organs.
It flew into the sky and hit the mountain, trying to kill the guy on its back.
John doesn't get what he wants.
Pulling out his wand and pointing it at the hilt, John cast a banishing spell.
Being repulsed by different forces, it's like two magnets of the same sex that repel each other squeeze together.
The silver sword was squeezed into the flying lion's body, and the sword hilt was submerged inside.
"Pfft."
The silver sword broke away from the flying lion's body and turned into a ray of silver light that quickly fell and submerged into the ground.
The flying lion howled in mid-air, and its body fell downwards.
John cast a shock-absorbing spell on himself and jumped directly from the flying lion's back.
When he was less than half a meter from the ground, John was as unharmed as if he had fallen on cotton.
"This guy is rough-skinned and thick-bodied."
The bearskin on his body was scratched a little, and John shook his head and said, "I don't like lions."
Raising his hand to use the camera magic to suck back the silver sword that had sunk into the ground, John waved to Polo, who was looking at him from a distance.
Polo trotted over very sensibly.
John takes Polo to the place where the flying lion fell.
There are many useful parts on the flying lion, such as the teeth and claws, and the wings may be used to make new meteor shoes.
John had always wanted to do it before, but unfortunately he didn't have the right materials.
The flying lion flew some distance before falling. John sat on Polo and walked slowly over.
Because of winter, there are not many plants in the Blue Mountains.
In a crater like a crater caused by a falling meteorite, John saw the flying lion.
It lay there dying, with more air coming out and less air coming in.
Sometimes, having too much vitality is not a good thing.
It was destined to die. John's sword penetrated its organs. It was only a matter of time.
Seeing John coming, the flying lion whimpered and had no strength to continue fighting.
John drew his silver sword and walked towards the flying lion.
He stood in front of the flying lion, holding the silver sword tightly.
"Let me end your pain."
After saying this, his sword turned into a half-moon silver light and chopped off the lion's head.
Not much blood came out, and the penetrating injury had almost drained the blood.
The lost vitality of the lion's skin cannot hinder the sharpness of the silver sword.
John stood there in silence for a moment, blood-red light entered his sword, and the fifth rune was lit.
He raised the silver sword and flicked it hard, and the flying lion's blood fell from the silver sword onto the stone.
Next he needs to think carefully about what materials to take away.
Although there is a small bag, there are some things in it.
Just as he was sizing up the flying lion, a footstep approached quietly.
Polo blinked and watched the white-haired man approach John's back.
The moment he reached out, silver light flashed and was held down by a hand.
John's eyes narrowed, and he punched with his left hand, but the opponent turned his head and dodged it.
Taking the opportunity to kick the man's knee, John freed his right hand. John twisted his sword and passed by, but the other man bent down to avoid it.
The two kept a distance, and John looked at the opposite side.
He has silver-grey hair and a weathered face. Although he doesn't look young, he has a strong body that makes young people envious.
The amber pupils give people a stern yet kind feeling.
Wearing leather armor and carrying a sword on his back.
The necklace on the chest is a wolf head.
John looked at the other person, and the man looked at him.
After a while, the man spoke with some appreciation: "You are very vigilant. Being able to kill the flying lion alone proves your ability. Where did you come from, kid."
There was no hostility on his body. John lowered his sword to his side and said calmly: "Redania."
"That's quite a distance," the other party stared at John's sword, "Are you a demon hunter?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "With black hair, a witcher's silver sword, and no amulet... you are a black witcher, Yadani."
Based on John's characteristics, he guessed that John was the famous black demon hunter.
But it seemed that his posture was not to bring bad luck to John. On the contrary, he pondered for a while and said: "I feel an unusual aura from your body, but we can talk somewhere else, kid."
He extended an invitation to John, "My name is Vesemir, and I am going to the place where I will spend the winter. Do you want to go with me?"
John put away his silver sword and looked up at the coming heavy snow. He nodded, "There is no other choice."
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Some people died, but not completely...
