The Creators: From Night City

This special move is indeed easy to make people fall into it without being prepared. Once it happens, the battle is basically over. However, the method to crack this move is also very simple.

That is, at the moment the other party casts a spell, do not look directly into that eye, or simply close your eyes.

What the old demon hunter had just shouted at Jiang Bing was actually to close his eyes quickly.

The Font Monster was fully aware of the effects of its talent. It had already spread out its four hooves, accelerating its heavy body to the limit, ready to crush the hypnotic insect.

Vesemir turned his head away with some reluctance, not wanting to see the cruel scene that was about to happen.

You know, with just one kick, the Font Monster can smash the internal organs of a fully armed plate armor knight into pieces.

However, the development of the situation was beyond the expectations of the two.

Jiang Bing, who seemed dazed, was actually not affected by hypnosis at all. The hypnotic illusion only lasted for a moment before it was dispelled by the activated chaotic magic power and powerful structural strength in Jiang Bing's body.

The relatively loose and not so tight world rules allow [Power-Wind Lord] to use the same mental power to gain greater control over airflow.

The roar of the violent airflow was louder than the monster's roar. The airflow that continued to spray into the sky pressed Jiang Bing to the ground. The dense bony branches on the monster's head were tightly grasped by the black hand armor, and the body weighing several tons could not move forward at all.

A large amount of [Mithril] was mixed into the armor, which was also soaked in chaos magic. The magic inside was distributed along the mithril, forming a network of lines connecting the entire armor, enveloping [Power - Wind Lord].

As a precious metal of a higher level, Chaos Magic is like a high-energy liquid energy supplement for Mithril. Before Jiang Bing could cast it again, it had already absorbed all the Chaos Magic and began to evolve independently.

The magic siphon just now also had a part with it and the [Principle].

"Melite Li is above"

Amidst Vesemir's exclamation, Jiang Bing grabbed the forked horns on the Font monster's head and threw it over his shoulder.

The heavy lump of meat fell heavily to the ground, and Geralt felt that his whole body was slightly floating in the air with the tremor of the earth.

A blow that is enough to shatter the organs of an ordinary creature will cause very limited damage to a magical creature like the Fent Monster.

Apart from the big hole on the ground, the monster that looked like a deer and a gorilla just rolled on the ground, limped on one of its hind legs, shook its dizzy head, and then resumed its normal ability to move.

Their ferocity was aroused by the pain, and the magic in the air seemed to be affected by each other, causing the badges of the two demon hunters to vibrate again.

The eyes of this Fent monster, which is older and more powerful than its peers, began to become bloodshot. When a creature encounters a life-and-death situation, it will always give it a desperate fight.

"It's troublesome."

As the old demon hunter muttered, the Fent monster, which had fallen into a violent state, burst out with unprecedented speed, shaking its head like a mad bull, unstoppable.

Jiang Bing did not compete with the opponent in brute force again, which was undoubtedly an act of using his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength.

The existence of chaos magic made him realize that many of the common sense he had acquired in previous battles needed to be changed.

Suddenly, he heard the old voice of Vesemir in his ears. Jiang Bing turned around and saw a purple magic circle floating on the ground in front of the other party. The other party was waving his hands to signal to him, apparently hoping that he would lead the crazy Fent monster into the magic circle.

Jiang Bing had no objection. He was like the most experienced bullfighter in Spain. With just two fake moves, he easily lured the mad bull into the trap.

Sure enough, as soon as it stepped into the trap, the chaotic magic wrapped around the Fent monster became greatly disordered. The decline of magical adrenaline made the opponent much weaker. The two wolves took the opportunity to bare their fangs at the prey trapped in the trap and started to bite it.

However, the huge body brings abundant vitality to the opponent. The silver sword that is deadly enough to humans is indeed a bit small in size when it chops on the opponent's body.

After paying with a lot of blood and a front paw, the trapped beast broke free from the cage.

Vesemir watched the other party break free from the Yarden Seal and moved his hands and feet helplessly.

As a highly intelligent creature, it is impossible for the same trap to trap it twice.

In other words, the following battle is a real fight.

An encounter battle is not like a demon hunting operation that has been carefully prepared in advance. Traps, bombs, potions, poisons and ambushes cannot be used. All that can be relied upon is the fighting experience gained from daily hard training and life-and-death struggles.

At some point, Jiang Bing, wearing a mask (helmet), was carried by the air currents and half walked and half floated to the two demon hunters.

Holding the [Principle] that has not been used yet.

Jiang Bing just didn't believe that the chaos magic could block the plasma flow that was powerful enough to evaporate metal.

Because the ultra-high temperature plasma fluid was too dangerous, Jiang Bing stretched out his hand to signal the two demon hunters to step back. In the other party's puzzled eyes, he raised the giant sword in both hands and pointed it at the Fent monster.

Afterwards, a stream of heat even hotter than the Igni Sign rushed towards their faces, forcing them to use the Quen Sign to shield themselves from the heat radiation to feel much better.

The fragments of the divine seal do not generate energy. The infinite energy they appear to have is actually the energy stored in their bodies. These energies are too huge for the humans in "Dead Space" to be mistaken for infinite energy.

It is essentially an energy conversion and receiving output device.

A considerable portion of the chaotic magic power attracted by the mithril and the blood of the craftsmen flowed into the "Fragment of the Divine Seal". At this moment, the plasma output power was much higher than when Jiang Bing first designed it.

This was even when Jiang Bing had some reservations and did not release the "divine seal fragment" to devour the chaotic energy.

As the temperature rises, the plasma flow changes from orange to cyan. Although it is confined around the superconducting sawtooth, the temperature occasionally emitted is enough to form rolling heat waves that radiate in all directions.

Holding the dazzling sword of light, Jiang Bing rose up into the air and, amid the opponent's terrified howls, made a long leap and slash.

Chapter 113 White Orchard

It cannot be stopped and cannot be avoided.

The chaotic magic power in the opponent's body only blocked it for a tiny moment before it was defeated by the high temperature.

The rotating saw teeth will saw through the fragile flesh and blood that has been scorched by high temperatures. The advantage of plasma cutting is reflected at this moment. There is no splattering blood, and the scene will not be ugly every time.

After all, it is impossible for Jiang Bing to carry "Pen Pen Jing" with him at all times.

This sword cut off half of the opponent's butt.

He dodged the Fent Monster's desperate counterattack and verified that the attack was effective. Jiang Bing raised the [Principle] in his hand, and the output power of the 'Divine Seal Fragment' was violently increased.

The already surging plasma flow continued to surge, surge, surge, and surge! !

It was like a sword of divine punishment descending upon the mortal world in an instant, with death following closely behind it.

'It seems that the plasma flow should be considered a magical attack,' Jiang Bing thought to himself as he looked at the relatively flat cut surface of the Fent monster's head on the ground.

As the old saying goes, there are four irons in life.

We were classmates, carried guns, shared the loot and raped prostitutes.

After fighting side by side just now, the three of them had carried guns together, and the relationship between them had eased a lot.

after the war.

Geralt frowned and used a dissecting knife to decompose useful alchemical materials from the corpse of the Font monster. Vesemir and Jiang Bing squatted leisurely in the temporary camp and warmed themselves by the fire.

The communication efficiency between the two is improving rapidly.

Thanks to Jiang Bing's terrifying memory and comprehension ability, the old demon hunter only needed to speak it once and Jiang Bing basically mastered the relevant common language.

Moreover, there is always consistency in the internal logic between different languages, especially the common language modified by humans, whose structure has many similarities with languages ​​such as Chinese, English, French and German, which makes it easy for Jiang Bing to draw inferences from one instance to another.

When the three men, two horses and a metal storage box arrived at the White Orchard east of Vizima, the capital of Temeria, Jiang Bing's common language was already enough to enable him to communicate with the two men in a halting manner.

This abnormal learning ability adds many new options to the two people's speculation about Jiang Bing's identity.

White Orchard. As the name suggests, this is an area famous for its orchards. Every spring, the orchards burst into a sea of ​​white blossoms.

However, at this moment, this rural countryside rich in foxwood and high-quality fruits has been occupied by the hostile southern kingdom of Nilfgaard.

The failure of the Battle of White Orchard not long ago completely disbanded the organized Temeria army. Apart from a small number of guerrillas who went underground and another part of the soldiers who fled, a considerable number of people lay dead on this land forever.

Needless to say, the destruction of order caused by the war was unavoidable. Several villages were burned to ashes, and a large number of civilians were slaughtered and executed for various reasons. Monsters that fed on corpses lurked in the deep forests and swamps, eating and reproducing frantically, adding more deadly options to the already dangerous land.

Jiang Bing was now wearing the cloak that Vesemir had donated to him out of friendship. Although this cloak made of thick linen and felt was rough to the touch and had an unpleasant smell, the wide cloak could cover up the [Power - Wind Lord] on Jiang Bing's body, which was so exquisitely crafted that it surpassed all the works of art Geralt had ever seen.

Otherwise, the three of them would inevitably be harassed by bandits consisting of defeated soldiers and homeless civilians along the way.

These energetic gangs reminded Jiang Bing of the scavengers in Night City.

There are bad things that prey on their own kind everywhere, and they are hard to eradicate even in another world.

When the three of them walked through the country road littered with swollen corpses and entered the white orchard, which was said to be beautiful with flowers and fruit trees everywhere, the first landmark they saw was a huge dead tree with dead bodies hanging all over it.

The tree was full of carrion-eating crows, which were startled by the three people's visit. A large number of crows took off into the sky, covering the sky. Attracted by the food on the tree, they were unwilling to leave, so they kept circling at the top of the tree, forming a funnel-shaped crow cloud.

The two demon hunters observed the expression of their new friend in tacit understanding, trying to get each other's opinion on this cruel act.

They succeeded.

Chenggong saw the indifference on Jiang Bing's face.

What a joke! Even if they hang up the dead body in Jiang Bing's hand, the dense forest where the three of them are located may not be big enough. The big tree in front of them with more than a dozen corpses hanging on it seems to cause his emotions to fluctuate.

All I can say is that the Nilfgaardians still need to practice.

But no performance is also a performance, and the witcher still got the information he wanted.

The three continued forward and soon came to a wooden bridge across the river.

Jiang Bing is in the stage of absorbing new knowledge and has great interest in any text.

He glanced at the signpost in front of the bridge and didn't recognize three of the four words.

Fortunately, Vesemir spoke up to explain in time.

"The Bridge of Lament."

Although the wooden bridge looks old and simple, it looks like a living intangible cultural heritage, and its name is very poetic, and there is a huge disconnect between the two.

It's like the power system of this world is divided.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers at the sentry post did not question the three men. They huddled in the sentry box, wary of all the locals, but they were not very interested in the three men who looked exhausted and were obviously travelers.

After crossing the bridge, you will see Baiguoyuan, which was and is now the most prosperous village.

It is said to be the most prosperous, but how good can a medieval village be?

The muddy road mixed with human and animal feces and sewage made it impossible for Jiang Bing to step on it. He was afraid that these muddy dirt would flow into the interior through the wind tunnel of the armor. It would not take much effort to clean it up, but the smell would not be eliminated in a short time.

During the battle, a stream of air will directly add a layer of poison gas debuff to the entire field.

He didn't want to lose this person.

So he chose to slide.

Thanks to the loose rules of the world, Jiang Bing's control over airflow has greatly increased. When encountering a mud pit or quagmire, he would use the airflow to lift his feet and pass through it from above.

The low houses are all made of wood as walls and thick thatched roofs.

Such a house is neither heat-insulating nor moisture-proof. Not only is it cold in winter and hot in summer, it is also very likely to attract mosquitoes.

But this is indeed a true portrayal of life in medieval rural areas.

A T-junction road and a dozen thatched houses along the road are all that make up this prosperous village.

Fortunately, there was a tavern at the entrance of the village where the three of them could stay temporarily.

Although it is called a pub, it is still very simple.

The fence and wooden signboard are painted with simple, thick wine glasses and several common fruit and vegetable patterns.

It can be seen that this sign has been through wind and rain, and the bright colors on it have mostly faded.

Six sets of tables and chairs made of thick logs, three tables of drinkers, a solid earthen floor that has been trampled on, an elderly proprietress with rough skin, a wooden bar with a few bunches of garlic hanging from the wooden beams, bacon and dried chamomile, make up the appearance of this tavern.

"Boss, what do you have here?"

Geralt asked in his signature deep voice.

The elderly female boss stopped what she was doing, glanced at the three people, and her eyes finally stopped on Geralt's yellow cat eyes.

Chapter 114 The Glass Seller

The demon hunter community often suffers discrimination because of these inhuman eyes. Fortunately, the boss did not show any disgust. She just paused and recommended several local foods in a slightly numb tone.

"I want honey grilled steak and a beer." Vesemir ordered first.

"Apple pie." Geralt, with a cold face but a warm heart, glanced at Jiang Bing, who was looking at the surrounding decorations with great interest, and added: "Another roast pork and two glasses of the same beer."

After ordering, Geralt took out a few orens from the package. Then, remembering that this place was no longer the Temeria of the past, he hesitantly asked the owner, "I only have orens here. What do you have?"

This metal coin, engraved with the hooked nose of the late King Foltest, was once the official currency of Temeria, but this place has been occupied by the Nilfgaardian Empire, and its official currency is the florin, also known as the Nilfgaardian franc.

These local currencies that Geralt had specially prepared before setting off were now in the embarrassing situation of being unusable.

The female shop owner obviously understood the meaning of his unspoken words and forced a smile, saying, "Of course they can be used, but recently because those men in black don't accept them, the value of Oren has dropped a lot."

Currency is a partial manifestation of the rights of a sovereign state. With the defeat of the Temeria army and the loss of power, the status of the corresponding official currency naturally plummeted.

Fortunately, in this world, the currencies issued by various countries are all precious metal currencies. Even if they lose the value bonus of national credit, the value of precious metals themselves can still be brought into play.

Geralt tactfully gave him another dozen Oren coins.