Fortunately, his Quen Sign was strong, blocking the burning flames and the shockwave of the explosion, giving him enough time to escape the fire.
The Witcher quickly cast another Quen shield on himself, then immediately looked towards the Ancient Leshen.
The damage from the explosion and the scorching flames were clearly the bane of monsters like the Leshen.
Its ten-meter-long body crashed heavily onto the ground, and after struggling and slapping the ground a few times, it found that the flames on its body could not be extinguished.
So, this Ancient Leshen let out an angry roar. Its body instantly transformed into a ball of energy again, dispersing into hundreds of giant crows, which quickly retreated, then reformed into its original body.
After suffering a major loss, this Ancient Leshen no longer dared to attack recklessly. It also very cunningly refrained from close combat with the Witcher, opting instead for a summoning strategy.
It simultaneously differentiated dozens of hawk-sized crows from its body, which continuously attacked the Witcher with their sharp talons and beaks.
Meanwhile, the beasts that obeyed its command, summoned from all corners of the forest, also began to besiege the Witcher without regard for their lives.
Under the changing circumstances, what should have been a straightforward boss battle turned into a human-wave tactic using summoning.
However, the one being besieged was the smaller Witcher, not the boss itself.
Although Guilliman often used the Blink method to instantly break through the encirclement of crows and beasts, rushing to the Ancient Leshen and striking it several times with his sword.
But what was unexpected was that the Leshen's body was entirely composed of wood. Even the sharp Aerondight, when striking its body, was like cutting wood, with sawdust flying, making it difficult to inflict fatal damage.
Even if its limbs were severed, this hateful monster could still transform into crows, and in a blink, transfer its body to another location, then quickly regenerate itself.
During this time, Guilliman again used an Exploding Igni fireball to fiercely eliminate a large number of beasts and crows, blasting it at the Ancient Leshen's body.
However, after that, this cunning monster became even more cautious. It actually summoned vines, coordinating with the attacks of the beasts and crows, attempting to continuously drain his stamina.
Damn it, it's practically a tank and a summoning maniac. No wonder it's so hard to deal with.
Moreover, this attack method brought back some unpleasant memories from when he used to play Monster Hunter.
Crap, it really is like the Ancient Leshen from that crossover event, the same attack style, the same super-tough health bar, and infuriating defense.
Time flew by.
Guilliman had fought this Ancient Leshen for a full half an hour, and his stamina was severely depleted.
The mutated monsters and beasts in the forest that had died by his hand probably exceeded a thousand. The entire battlefield was littered with corpses and shredded flesh, blood staining the ground.
However, as a Witcher with extraordinary stamina, Guilliman, after downing two bottles of advanced stamina potions, was no longer in a hurry.
After all, these beasts and monsters he had slain would ultimately become his soul power.
When else would he have such an opportunity for monsters to gather like this, allowing him to kill to his heart's content?
He even had the thought that perhaps he should let this Ancient Leshen go today, use it as a soul-farming spot, and come every day to kill its summoned creatures. It seemed like a good idea.
Unfortunately, things often don't go as imagined.
Just as Guilliman and the Ancient Leshen were locked in fierce combat, battling intensely.
Suddenly, a high-pitched dragon roar echoed from the sky.
The Witcher looked up and saw a green dragon, about twenty meters in size, with green scales all over its body, graceful yet quite robust, swiftly flying down from the sky, descending from above, and intervening in the battle between the two sides.
This massive green dragon, while letting out fierce roars, used its enormous size and sharp talons to forcefully pin the Ancient Leshen to the ground, opening its maw and spewing fierce dragon's breath at its head.
The scorching and highly venomous dragonfire, like a flamethrower, incinerated the Ancient Leshen's skull.
And when those beasts, seeing their leader attacked, tried to turn and surround the dragon to save the Leshen.
Their weak teeth and claws couldn't even scratch the dragon's hide. With a casual flap of the dragon's wing, they were all sent flying.
Seeing this dragon descending from the sky, Guilliman's eyebrows twitched, and a sudden thought struck him.
Could this be the peculiar comrade the Flower Goddess mentioned?
And indeed, in this Northern Continent where dragons were almost extinct, seeing such a strong and vibrant dragon could certainly be called peculiar.
Moreover, a green dragon appearing in the Kingdom of Aedirn reminded the Witcher of some specific information.
He was ninety percent sure that this green dragon should be a dragoness, and one who had a significant role in the original storyline.
He hadn't expected her to arrive here so early.
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