I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The flames spread out from the tavern, horses galloped through the village, the hunting party insulted the women, killed the men, and set the village on fire.

Sandy fell at home. He wanted to take away his family and was stabbed through the body with a sword.

When he was dying, he saw a boy with pointed ears beside a haystack.

The boy looked at the terrible scene in fear. In his hand was a bag of grain stolen from an unknown house.

The guards who defended the elves died at the hands of humans.

It's so dramatic and ironic.

Sandy reluctantly raised his hand, and the frightened elf boy ran out of the haystack and rushed into the dark forest in the light of the fire.

Sandy remained like that and died.

…

We walked for another three days.

The horse's hooves left cherry blossom marks on the ground one after another.

John looked into the distance and saw the endless blue mountains.

The snow makes it a little brighter here.

He has arrived in the Blue Mountains.

He uses Vientiane to change his brown hair gradually back to black.

The runes on the sword flickered, as if guiding John.

"Buzz——"

An arrow shot toward John's head.

At the approaching moment.

John raised his hand to catch the arrow.

He slowly looked sideways, and all the people with the smell of blood looked at John with greedy eyes.

"Finally found you, Black Witcher."

The leading guy had a scar on the bridge of his nose, making him look like his nose had been severed.

"Kill him and get the bounty!"

With an order, the hunting group accelerated towards John.

John slowly drew out his sword. The runes on the blade flickered for a while, then suddenly stopped flashing.

At this moment, a dark shadow passed by on the horizon.

A huge shadow was reflected on the ground, as if it was dark.

"Roar--!"

A lion's roar stirred up huge snowflakes, and the riding horses stood up in fright.

The people in the hunting group were originally ferocious.

The black shadow fell and bit off half of a person's body in one bite.

The rumble caused by the landing sent the hunting group into panic.

"It's a flying lion!"

I don't know who shouted, and the hunting group who clamored to kill the witcher was frightened.

The flying lion has a pair of eagle wings, and its body is even larger than that of the forest demon.

Eating a person does not fill the stomach.

Another person is being eaten, and if someone tries to resist, they will only repeat the same mistake.

The hunting group that massacred the village suddenly became prey.

What's ridiculous is that the scarred man actually said to John: "Demon hunter, kill it quickly, isn't your duty to protect humans!"

John smiled.

He didn't move, and the scarred man shouted: "Hurry up, you are a demon hunter!"

"Sorry," John said lazily, "witchers don't protect beasts."

The scarred man wanted to say something more, but the flying lion's bloody mouth had already eaten the person.

The remaining horses barked and ran around, and John witnessed the flying lion massacre the hunting group.

In the distance, there is a pair of eyes looking at this side.

The white-haired man has inquiring and thoughtful eyes.

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Chapter 402 I killed the flying lion

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 towards 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.