Chapter 14: You Have to First Attack That Minion with Taunt

Chapter 14: You Have to First Attack That Minion with Taunt

When the Cat potion took effect, Lynn and Lambert entered the dark cave that smelled of stench.

The cave was as dark as night without any light in it.

However, the Cat potion enabled them to see in the dark.

With Lambert leading them inside the dark cave, they went on for about a few minutes.

Lambert, ahead, abruptly halted and brought his hand up, making a fist, lowering his voice:

"Wait, did you hear that?"

Lynn stopped at once, listening.

But other than his and Lambert's shallow breathing, there was nothing.

So he shook his head.

"No, I didn't hear anything."

"That's it, no snoring, which means Old Spearhead is not sleeping, damn it!"

Lambert cursed under his breath.

Then Lynn observed a look on Lambert's face he had never seen before.

"Kid, if I tell you to make a break for it later, you run, don't look back and don't stop, okay?"

Lynn was no fool.

He was able to tell that what Lambert said indicated that in case something unexpected happene, Lambert would give him an opportunity for him to escape.

'The Wolf School never leaves any brother behind.'

He murmured softly in his heart.

But he did not say it out loud.

For now was not the moment to bicker with Lambert.

He just nodded, as if he understood.

....

They just walked ahead for a while.

When Lambert stopped again.

Even without his reminder, Lynn had already seen in the clearing not very far before them a Cyclops carrying a wooden club, standing under a stone platform.

There was no other path in the clearing.

No doubt, that stone platform was the exit of the cave.

Old Spearhead guarded the cave entrance.

This was the worst of it.

Lynn thought, "We have to find a way to lure it away."

Lambert said quickly, "I'll lure it away, you take the opportunity to climb up."

"What about you?"

"Kid, I've crossed more bridges than you've driven roads, you'd better take care of yourself."

Then Lambert talked without allowing Lynn to protest. He drew the silver sword from his back and charged at Old Spearhead, shouting.

Cyclops have relatively mature minds.

But thieves would not even let travelers who had strayed into their camp go, much less hope that Cyclops would show mercy.

The bellow of Old Spearhead shook the dust within the cave.

It clutched the enormous wooden club and swished it.

The wooden club was wildly swung, sending dust and dirt flying on the ground.

Lambert kept dodging and retreating.

Then he spotted an opportunity and threw the Axii sign.

The sign worked.

Old Spearhead was disabled by the Axii sign, knocked senseless into immobility.

Meanwhile, with Lambert distracting the Cyclops, Lynn was able to climb onto the stone platform unharmed.

He turned his head and saw Old Spearhead being knocked off balance by the Axii sign.

If Lambert seized this chance to run over, he could jump onto the stone platform before Old Spearhead awakened.

But what followed was out of Lynn's expectation.

Lambert did not seize the chance to flee from Old Spearhead.

Instead, he rushed forward and slashed Old Spearhead's foot with his sword.

The silver sword inflicted a deep cut on the giant's foot.

The red blood rushed in and flowed out at once.

Pain awakened Old Spearhead from sleep.

The palm, fan-like in motion, automatically waved.

Because the distance was too close, Lambert was unable to escape, but owing to this critical moment, having experienced all kinds of great storms and waves, his body instinctively sketched a Quen sign unconsciously.

Boom!

Bright orange light blew out like glass.

Lambert was punched around like a sack.

"Damn it! Lambert! Damn it!"

Lynn jumped from the stone parapet without thinking.

"Hey! Over here!"

"You bloody fool, stupid moron, I'm talking to you, didn't you understand?"

Lynn did not unsheathe his sword.

Instead, he picked up stones from the ground and hurled them at Old Spearhead.

The wound was slight, but the insult was extremely powerful.

Old Spearhead had initially planned to remove Lambert out of the way.

But it was enraged by Lynn's actions.

It decided to deal with this black-haired little wolf cub first.

Satisfied that his actions effectively distracted Old Spearhead from Lambert.

Lynn backed away while mentally estimating the distance between him and Old Spearhead.

"Now!"

Lynn drew out his silver sword and waved his right arm.

The silver sword he threw became a shooting star and pierced Old Spearhead's single eye.

Juice splashed.

A shrill scream echoed within the cave.

Old Spearhead instinctively covered his face with his hands.

But still, the strong light green liquid kept dripping down between its fingers.

Then it grabbed the huge wooden club and wildly swung everything around it.

.....

What would be the case if a giant, much larger than a husky, started destroying a house?

Lynn, experiencing all this himself, believed that he was the best one to react:

It was a storm.

As quickly as a storm can blow through, dust and flying boulders swept through the cave.

These wood-blown gravels were no less potent than crossbow bolts.

Fortunately, Lynn had taken the distance beforehand, so no matter how far Old Spearhead blew his top, the huge wooden club would not land on him, let alone graze Lambert, who was shoved out of the way.

He just had to continue supplying magic energy to the Quen shield in order to hold up against the splashing rocks.

Such tough and unrelenting assault went on for ten solid minutes.

Old Spearhead finally blew his top.

The wheezing Old Spearhead was spent so he sat down on the ground.

But he hadn't counted on Lynn to cheekily get near him at this juncture.

Any Witcher who has gone through mutation has perfect control over his body.

As long as Lynn desired, he could remain absolutely silent.

And the thing was actually so.

It did not take its revenge until Old Spearhead tripped over it while stepping on it.

It tried to catch hold of Lynn.

But Lynn fell down at once and escaped.

Then forward he leaped, so making Old Spearhead's second convulsion also a miss.

Old Spearhead vented its raging wrath, ready to slap to death this dirty human like an insect.

Lambert burst out of the still lingering smoke and dust, and slashed Old Spearhead's injured foot once more.

Old Spearhead's bellow turned into a howl, and its huge body knelt down like a golden mountain that was about to fall over.

Lynn by no means would allow this great opportunity to escape.

He took advantage of the moment to jump onto the back of Old Spearhead.

"Grab!"

Lambert on the ground threw his silver sword to Lynn.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

He said.

Then he drove the captive silver sword into Old Spearhead's back of the neck.

Deep into the hilt.

Old Spearhead screamed, and his vitality quickly dissipated.

The same hot surge as when the Swamp Hag died coursed into his body along the silver sword.

"Attribute points: 0 (19%) → 0 (69%)"

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