I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Rumble!

A colossal creature, several meters tall and gripping a thick tree trunk, burst out of the cave, its eyes and nose stinging from the thick smoke.

That was the Cyclops known as Old Spearhead.

Because of its age, its skin was covered with scars and moss, and its only eye was staring out, bloodshot and constantly oozing disgusting pus.

No one knows whether Kael'thas was established first, or whether the old spearhead lived on this land first.

But one thing is certain: the predecessors of the Wolf School did not eliminate it, but rather used it as part of the high-altitude trials.

But for the apprentices, the old spearhead's strength was still too terrifying, so much so that Kaer Morhen even had a ballad to warn his apprentices:

—Don't disturb the sleeping old spearhead; if anyone wakes it up, they'll be sleeping even more soundly than it.

Just as the old spearhead stood at the cave entrance, looking around to find out who dared to provoke it, Sieg made a move.

He suddenly burst out of his hiding place, and the moment Langrisser was drawn, he was already airborne.

With the aid of Swift Step, Sieg leaped several meters high, his longsword piercing precisely into the exposed abdomen of the old spearhead.

The sharp blade tore through the tough skin and sank deep into the flesh.

Old Spearhead let out a deafening wail, and his fan-like giant hand immediately slammed into his abdomen.

It will smash this insect that dared to harm it into mincemeat!

But Zieg had anticipated this.

Before the giant hand struck, he decisively released his grip on the sword, letting gravity carry him toward the ground.

Old Spearhead's slap landed squarely on Langrisser's sword hilt.

The immense force pressed the sword deep into the giant's abdomen, almost piercing through it entirely.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the giant's grayish-white skin red.

But the Cyclops's vitality was indeed terrifyingly tenacious.

Although the attack looked dangerous, with a large amount of blood gushing from the wound, Old Spear's movements were not greatly affected, and he was still far from being dead.

It didn't even pull Langulisa out.

Perhaps it was because it was too painful, or perhaps they simply didn't realize that it would be better to pull it out.

The old spearhead raised its massive head, its single eye fixed on Sieg, its gaze burning with hatred.

It roared angrily and charged forward menacingly, each step cracking the ground and sending mud and gravel flying like raindrops.

The thick tree trunk was lifted high and slammed down on Zig with a whistling sound.

Zig lunged to the side, and the tree trunk crashed down, grazing the spot where he had just been standing.

Just then, Geralt suddenly rushed out from behind the old spearhead.

While Sieg was drawing fire, he had already circled around to the giant's back.

Geralt took a running start and leaped up, landing on the old spearhead's back.

He turned in mid-air, using the momentum of his fall and the strength of his entire body to plunge the silver sword deep into the Cyclops's nape.

Old Spearhead let out another mournful howl, this time the cry was clearly more painful.

The sword pierced very deep, and the old spearhead's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

Blood flowed down the sword, staining its grayish-white back red.

But its hands were still moving quite quickly.

Driven by instinct, the old spearhead suddenly twisted his body, and with a swing of his thick arm, he accurately caught Geralt as he fell from the sky.

The enormous hand enveloped the Witcher completely, its five fingers slowly closing in.

It's going to crush this bug right there!

Geralt reached for the dagger at his waist and slashed at the base of the fingers that were pinching him.

The steel blade pierced his flesh, and the old spearhead let out a low growl, his grip loosening slightly.

Geralt pressed the dagger an inch deeper, severing the tendons of two fingers, and squeezed himself out of the hand, rolling to the side as soon as his feet touched the ground.

call out!

The sound of the arrow cutting through the air almost coincided with the arrival of the arrow.

The arrow tore through the air and pierced the old spearhead's single eye.

The sharp arrow pierced the eyeball and embedded itself deep behind the eye socket, its fletching still trembling violently.

Old Spear's head throbbed with spasms, and he instinctively released his grip on Geralt's hand, clutching his bleeding eye sockets with both hands, letting out a shrill, distorted scream.

Zig gave it no chance to catch its breath.

The second arrow went straight for his chest.

The third arrow was raised slightly and landed just below the throat.

Old Spearhead was in excruciating pain, clutching its eyes and retreating while roaring. But before it could regain its footing, two arrows followed, one hitting its shoulder and neck, and the other striking near its heart.

The giant creature was forced to retreat repeatedly, seemingly trying to escape back into the cave, but its legs were becoming increasingly unresponsive.

Its movements became increasingly sluggish, and its roars grew weaker and weaker.

Zieg never put down the yew longbow in his hand; the bowstring was tightened again and again, and then snapped open again and again.

Finally, when his head and chest were riddled with arrows, making him look like a giant hedgehog, Old Spearhead collapsed.

The earth trembled, and dust flew everywhere.

The massive body crashed to the ground and remained motionless.

Zieg fired two more arrows at the head of the fallen old spearhead.

The arrows pierced deep into the giant's skull, ensuring that the behemoth was truly dead.

Some resilient monsters, even if they appear dead, may launch a final counterattack when hunters lower their guard.

Zieg didn't want to learn that lesson.

Only after confirming that the Cyclops's heartbeat and breathing had completely stopped and his chest was no longer rising and falling did Sieg put away his yew longbow and turn to walk towards Geralt.

Are you alright?

Geralt shook his head.

"It's alright, it didn't have time to go all out."

Zieg nodded, walked back to the old spearhead's corpse, pulled out Langrisser from its abdomen, retrieved the arrows he had fired, and took the usable materials from the old spearhead's body.

The two did not enter the cave immediately, but waited at the entrance for a while.

Smoke still slowly billowed out of the cave entrance, mixed with a damp and stuffy heat.

The gravel underfoot was still stained with the filthy blood from the old spearhead, making it sticky and greasy, and instinctively making one want to stay away.

After the thick smoke from the damp firewood dissipated somewhat, Sieg drew his sword and went inside.

As the two entered the cave, a strong, pungent stench assaulted their senses, almost suffocating them.

The stench did not actually come from the excrement.

Although cyclops are primitive, they still know how to relieve themselves in a fixed area.

The real source is that Old Spearhead has lived in this cave for who knows how many years and has never cleaned it.

Food scraps, rotting bones, and moldy animal hides piled up in the corners, compounded by poor ventilation deep inside the cave.

These things slowly ferment and rot in the dark and damp environment, eventually creating this nauseating smell.

The two crossed the cave as quickly as possible.