About twenty minutes passed.
Guilliman listened intently, and the sound of hurried, panting footsteps came from inside the Wyvern's nest, followed by an angry, sharp dragon roar.
He soon saw a small, agile-looking dwarf run out of the nest, deftly grab a rope hanging from the cliff, and quickly slide down.
Immediately after, accompanied by a sharp dragon cry, a huge Wyvern, eight meters long with a wingspan, and gray-brown scales, rushed out of the cave entrance.
It flapped its wings while crawling furiously, a crossbow bolt still stuck in its nose, seemingly chasing the small dwarf who had angered it.
Guilliman watched silently as the small dwarf screamed to attract the Wyvern's attention, and as the Wyvern quickly ran out of the cave entrance and soared into the sky.
He knew this was the bait used by Yarpen and the dragon-hunting team to lure the male Wyvern.
Only after the massive Wyvern roared and charged towards the mountainside, its entire form disappearing from his sight, did Guilliman emerge from his hiding place, gripping the Viper Steel Sword in his hand, and cautiously walk towards the Wyvern's nest.
It was a huge cave, damp and stuffy because it was located on a sheltered mountaintop.
Before he even got close, a foul stench of feces mixed with rotting corpses assailed him, making him nauseous.
However, there was nothing he could do. Although Wyverns were called dragons, they were actually just winged lizards. They ate, drank, and defecated all in one place. Expecting these bloodthirsty beasts to care about personal hygiene was impossible.
In such a dangerous place, Guilliman dared not block his sense of smell. Instead, with his Witcher senses fully activated, he stealthily advanced step by step through the pervasive stench.
Suppressing his nausea, he walked another few dozen meters into the cave. Using the faint sunlight filtering in from the entrance, he immediately spotted a massive female Wyvern, also about eight meters long, half-spreading her wings, perched like a hen on a pile of bones and flesh.
Her size was like a bus, or rather, a train car.
Because of the commotion caused by the small dwarf earlier, this female Wyvern had already woken up. She stared with her large, basin-sized dark green eyes, her wings shielding the dragon eggs beneath her, and her neck craned as she vigilantly scanned her surroundings.
However, because she was blind in one eye, her detection range was not large, and there were many blind spots. Guilliman pressed himself against the wall, effectively avoiding the Wyvern's gaze.
Time passed bit by bit, and soon another ten minutes went by.
A sharp signal flare, accompanied by a red firework exploding in the sky.
This meant that Yarpen and the dragon-hunting team's operation had succeeded. The strong male Wyvern was trapped by their ropes and could no longer fly back to assist the female Wyvern.
Guilliman quietly took a breath, then, following his pre-planned strategy, he took out a lamb he had bought from the elven village beforehand from his storage space and threw it forcefully to the side of the female Wyvern.
This lamb had been pre-cut and was bloody. Because items in the storage space were in a near time-stop state, as soon as he threw it out, the strong smell of blood immediately attracted the female Wyvern's attention.
The female Wyvern, in her irritable egg-laying period, bit into it without thinking, her sharp, gaping maw directly tearing the lamb in half.
Perhaps the taste of the flesh stimulated the Wyvern's hungry taste buds. After realizing she was biting into delicious lamb, this female dragon did not become wary. Instead, she quickly raised her head and swallowed half of the lamb whole.
And in the instant the female Wyvern's attention was drawn to the lamb,
Guilliman's body suddenly surged forward, rapidly approaching along the Wyvern's visual blind spot. At the same time, the sharp Viper Steel Sword in his hand was slightly raised, aimed at the eye that had already been blinded by Valessa's arrow, and he thrust it in fiercely.
This was a fatal blow.
His strength, nearly five times that of an ordinary person, was incredibly powerful, and the Viper Steel Sword in his hand, infused with meteoritic iron and fine steel, was extremely sharp.
Guilliman felt his blade pierce into what felt like tough wood, but under his brute force, it broke through several layers of resistance.
It wasn't until the entire meter-long blade was completely embedded in the female Wyvern's eye, deeply impaled, that he was violently flung away by the Wyvern, which was thrashing wildly from its severe injury. He couldn't even pull out his steel sword, which remained in the Wyvern's skull.
Guilliman's back slammed hard against the cave wall, but at such a critical moment, he ignored the pain. He reached into his storage space with his other hand and pulled out another Temeria longsword, preparing to continue the fight.
However, when he looked up and saw his Viper Steel Sword had pierced directly through the Wyvern's pupil and out the top of its head,
He knew that this female Wyvern had suffered a fatal injury, and its death was only a matter of one or two minutes.
Just as Guilliman was considering whether he should quietly retreat from the cave and wait for the Wyvern to die,
Unfortunately, the female Wyvern's remaining single eye had already spotted him, spotting the enemy who had gravely wounded her.
Her remaining eye was filled with a look of madness.
Before he could react, the massive Wyvern twisted its body, and its tail, more terrifying than a steel whip, swept across like a scythe of death, even scraping off a layer of the hard stone wall, sending stone chips flying with astonishing power.
Seeing such a display, Guilliman knew he couldn't block such an attack. He immediately turned and used the wall as a foothold, leaping high to dodge the tail swipe.
However, the female Wyvern was very clever. It seemed to have anticipated Guilliman would jump. Taking advantage of his body still being in mid-air, it instantly opened its gaping maw and lunged at him.
Facing this behemoth flutter, facing that foul-smelling, gaping maw large enough to swallow him whole, Guilliman couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.
He was still in mid-air, with no place to gain leverage, seemingly unable to avoid such an attack.
Fortunately, his mental fortitude was strong enough. In less than a second, he came up with a countermeasure.
A small, volleyball-sized clay pot instantly appeared in his left hand, while his right hand formed the sign for the Aard Igni. As he threw the beehive bomb towards the Wyvern's mouth, the Aard sign also slammed hard against the side wall.
The immense recoil moved his body several meters sideways, allowing him to barely graze past the Wyvern's mouth and dodge the biting maw.
Before Guilliman even fell to the ground, his right hand immediately changed to another sign, the Igni sign.
A spark appeared at the female Wyvern's mouth. With her swallowing motion, the small clay pot was directly swallowed into her throat.
With a muffled boom, violent flames erupted from the Wyvern's mouth.
The female Wyvern, already fatally wounded, didn't even have time to let out a final death cry before the alchemical bomb swallowed into her belly extinguished her life.
Her body stiffened and slumped to the ground, her limbs and muscles trembling uncontrollably.