People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Van Helsing - to be precise, what is the strength of Geralt who wears the name Van Helsing?
After all, he is the number one swordsman in the north, and his strength is already at the top among ordinary people.

In the plot of the adapted novel, his most commonly used Quen and Arden signs once made children on the streets of Jerusalem obsessed with making specific gestures every day, and their friends often responded in a cooperative manner.

There are many stupid children who shout "Igni" and use a torch to burn down their own homes.

But those who are strong and strong are by no means considered the top group.

According to Lothar's dictation, in the Witcher series written by Prajna Polish, there are many plot characters or monsters more powerful than Geralt, such as advanced dragons, advanced vampires - and top spellcasters like Vigfortz. , a double master who is good at both melee combat and spells.

But the ability of strange prajna is obviously not to simply summon the characters in the book to assist in the battle. If that is the case, summoning a golden dragon to assist in the battle is obviously much more suitable than a demon hunter.

"This damn face is paralyzed!"

Mudriji's expression was tense, his lips moved, and a vicious spell was quickly formed - this was a curse specially designed to deal with the undead, because it affects the soul, not the flesh and blood.

Dark green lightning flew past.

The demon hunter obviously couldn't dodge this nearly light-speed curse, and was hit hard.

"I will accept your soul!"

The bright green light illuminated Mudriji's dark face. The baby's skull in the center of the human bone necklace around his neck suddenly opened his mouth wide and sucked hard.

But what greeted him was not a sweet and delicious soul.

It's the demon hunter's silver blade full of murderous intent.

The steel sword kills evil, the silver sword kills evil spirits!
The white-haired demon hunter's attacks were getting heavier and heavier. Mudriji hurriedly raised his staff to block, and the rhythm of the battle was completely disrupted. The opponent seemed to have had experience in close combat with the spellcaster. Every attack The offensive attack just right interrupted the spell he wanted to blurt out.

"Go away!"

Mudriji had never fought such a frustrating battle. He was just a swordsman, and even though he had mastered some unattractive little spells, he had forced himself into such an embarrassing situation.

"Father, do we want to make a move?"

Zaheer took the throwing spear handed by the attendant beside him - the golden light on the spearhead was obviously made of magic-blocking gold.

There was a bit of caution in his words, as if he wanted to take credit for his crime.

Saladin thought for a moment and shook his head.

It's okay to intervene.

The thousand most trusted Mamluk guards under his command are all equipped with magic-blocking golden arrows and throwing spears. As long as they can hit the target reliably, even Master Shemail's giant dragon may not be able to bear it.

But the two of them were fighting close to each other. How could anyone else intervene in this situation?

Covered by a hail of arrows, are they helping the white-haired swordsman who can come back from the dead, or are they helping Mudriji?
Mudriji definitely didn't want Saladin and his soldiers to interfere. No matter how fierce the white-haired demon hunter's offensive was, he still couldn't close the gap in physical strength. Soon he adjusted his spell casting rhythm and used a human bone to At the cost of breaking the skull on the necklace, a tall evil spirit was summoned.

Although this evil spirit had its head cut off as soon as it appeared, it was cut off by the demon hunter's swordsmanship, which had been tempered for a long time, as if it was not used to deal with humanoid enemies. However, he still regained control of the rhythm of the battle and pulled away from the demon hunter. distance.

Keng——

The bone spear was thrown away by the Quen's seal that covered the demon hunter's body. The demon hunter stared at Mudriji with his golden cat eyes, feeling a little regretful about why he didn't always have a set of magic-blocking golden weapons.

The silver sword can kill evil spirits, but it cannot break the spells of wizards.

Mudrij is still quickly distancing himself!

The demon hunter could clearly see that there was a tall and muscular black evil spirit stepping on the body of this evil wizard.

"I need your assistance, ma'am."

He said silently in his heart.

next moment.

As expected, his body exploded into a cloud of mist, with a string of beautiful Latin words hidden inside. After disappearing, he immediately reappeared in the direction where Mudriji left.

Stop right in the middle!

The demon hunter holding the silver sword in his hand seemed to jump out of the rift in space and slashed hard at Mudrich.At this time, Mudriji was hiding in a panic. The staff in his hand was hit by the huge force from the silver sword, and hit his chest. Compared with the body of an ordinary spell caster, which was much weaker, he suddenly felt a sense of fear. Don’t look at the feeling of burden.

Muldrij hurriedly cast an "Evil Blast" to knock the witcher back.

Space jump, immortal body, soulless person.
Isn't this white-haired guy too difficult to deal with?

And that woman, she can also use the power of time.

At this thought, Mudriji had already given up. The Holy Spear could save his life, but that didn't mean he had to throw his life away here. After all, since the Holy Spear was effective, the Holy Grail of the Cross, the Holy Shroud might also be able to save his life. It works.

And the Ark of the Covenant - Mudriji vaguely remembered that when he was serving the king of Abyssinia, he had heard that this Christian holy relic had been secretly hidden in a Coptic cave church.

But just as he was retreating, a golden light appeared behind him, which seemed to be more dazzling than the sun and was flying towards him. Before it got close, the skulls hanging around his neck emitted a ray of light. There were bursts of miserable wails.

He turned around suddenly, and his eyes were immediately filled with the target he had coveted for a long time, the legendary holy spear.

puff--

Mudrij, who had been fighting with Geralt for a long time, turned into ashes the moment the holy spear passed through him, and an evil mark flew out from the ashes. However, under the shroud of the holy light, he was still It turned into ashes simply and neatly.

Mudriji's guess was correct, the holy spear could indeed restrain the mark of the evil god on his body.

But unfortunately, even though the goal was achieved, there was no need for him to expel the mark.

The white-haired demon hunter, who had lost his target, looked calmly at the soldiers from another world who had gathered around him, wearing helmets and armor. His eyes finally rested on Saladin, and then the whole person disappeared.

Saladin's eyes were full of anticipation and more of exhaustion. He slowly said, "Withdraw your troops. This war is over."

Lothar was dug out by Jeanne.

When he came out, the dragon's blood covering his body had almost become translucent, and all the essence inside was absorbed by Lothar's bloodline. The reminders of increasing attributes came one after another in his ears. Counting them all, they can all be matched. He's leveled up five more.

In addition, at the last critical moment, after he regained the mobility of one arm, he stole the head of the enemy's evil spellcaster with a holy spear, and he was promoted to five levels.

Now, even if he doesn't use the blood waterfall amplification, his melee strength can still compete with Hans and Veneto who don't transform. He no longer has to exhaust his strength to amplify every time he encounters a strong enemy, and his regular combat strength can be regarded as improved. Yes, it can be considered as a fruitful harvest.

But the price is that Lothar is now completely unable to move.

Both mental and physical exhaustion made him feel more tormented even when he was lying on the ground: "Quick, don't forget there is a spell caster on the dragon's back. Don't let him escape. I don't want to recruit such a person." The characters’ concerns.”

Before Jeanne could speak, Prajna stepped forward.

"I've already seen it, there's no one there, otherwise I would have solved it just now."

Her temperament is completely different from before.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the fairy spirit is floating in the air, and even the fair skin seems to be covered with a layer of luster.

Lothar asked cautiously with a hint of tentativeness: "Should I call you Prajna or Miss Xie now?"

He was worried that his little girl would just disappear.

Prajna's face was a little pale, and a smile appeared on his face: "Just keep it as usual."

Lothar became anxious instead.

Prajna would not show such a smile easily.

"rest assured."

She blocked the direct sunlight on Lothar and said calmly: "I am still me, and it will not change now or in the future, my lord."

"Tsk, it's so disgusting."

Jeanne's teasing laughter rang out, bringing an end to what was supposed to be an ambiguous conversation.

The system prompts: The kingdom-level battle is over and the rewards are being settled.