The Divine Hunter

After staying in Kyle Morhan for only a week, Roy has achieved 90% of the goals on the schedule.

Learn the seal of Heliotrope, find the blueprint of the wolf pie, verify the evil spirit summoning ceremony, make friends with three honest trolls, visit the Ring of Elements and have a face-to-face with the fire troll, and send the old spearhead to the lazy .

After a series of battles, the ten mutant properties requested by the intermediate witcher have been collected and lie quietly in the space.

The most important thing is that he won over three "old acquaintances".

Only the wolf pie herbal decoction formula has not yet been found.

However, he was in no hurry, waiting for the wolf faction to return to Nuocheng together, there will be many opportunities.

...

Roy originally wanted to return as soon as possible, but was unanimously rejected by the wolf faction, who asked to stay for a full month.

After waiting for so long, I don't care about the extra month, and it's considered a vacation.

So the next life became a lot more regular.

Every morning at five or six o'clock, Roy woke up from meditation and went to the training ground to practice swordsmanship.

At first, only Escal was the only one to spar with, but other witchers later joined in as well.

Snake faction, wolf faction, six big men.

Together they carry out an inhumane mixed ravage of the younger juniors.

Even if Roy has put forward some advanced ideas, he has imagination and the courage to change. At this stage, compared to his seniors in the 70s and 80s, he is not hot enough in many places!

"Boy, hurry up! Sloths can hide faster than you!"

"Where has the strength gone? Soft hands and feet, is it possible that you have been dreaming of spring all night?! Young people should know how to control!"

Lambert was the happiest person who abused him every time.

He finally regained some confidence in his swordsmanship.

The tongue-in-cheek sword is sharper than the silver sword!

But Roy ignored his poisonous tongue, and the roar of the weak was nothing but incompetent rage.

Until he surpasses Lambert,

Will definitely make this guy "comfortable"!

Geralt, Leto, and the others will also appear for a duel.

The attributes and combat experience of the two sides seem to be different, and the swordsmanship competition can be said to be an opponent.

Makes Roy addicted to watching.

As far as swordsmanship is concerned, Ox's snake-sect twin swords are the most powerful, and Geralt's pleasing sword dance is comparable to Leto.

Then there are Serrit and Iskar.

Lambert.

No-one came last.

As for the old man Vesemir, he left Kyle Mohan with a radiant face more than half a month ago.

...

All in all, Roy could feel that his swordsmanship was improving little by little every day through a lot of spectator experience and actual combat practice.

Sweat up and get a boost, the feeling is intoxicating!

His swordsmanship has only been practiced for a year, and he is still in the initial stage. He has not been able to form his own style or master a few sharp tricks, but under the careful guidance of so many swordsmanship masters, he will one day find a suitable one for him. path of!

...

In addition to swordsmanship, the wolf school and the snake school also customized some other courses for the newcomer, which were also completed in the morning.

This course incorporates the fine traditions of Kyle Morhan, dubbed "The Iron Glove" by Lambert.

Roy was asked to walk blindfolded on the plum blossom pile in the corner to avoid the high-speed pendulum from all directions, in order to exercise balance, reaction speed, and endurance.

Roy still had a fresh memory of the plum blossom pile. Sintra spent a lot of time on the pile at that time, but it was the first time he had been blindfolded.

Now perception and agility attributes are not his forte.

So Roy suffered enough when he practiced "Iron Gloves".

Every time he was struck by the pendulum, he was bruised and bruised all over.

However, relying on the "activation" healing after one round of meditation every day, he can always recover in time the next day, devote himself to training, and no longer use the ancestral massage technique of the Snake School.

...

After a lot of physical activity.

After lunch, start the first half of the theoretical knowledge class.

A member of the Snake Sect or the Wolf Sect sends a mentor to the youngest member, using the rich collection of books in the castle as teaching materials: "New Species After the Convergence of the Celestial Spheres", "Dangerous Animals", "The Mystery of Alchemy", "Biology" ", "Introduction to Herbal Medicine"... Combining my own experiences.

The knowledge of monsters, the value of organs, and the medicinal properties of herbs are explained in detail.

"Fox demon, an imported creature after the intersection of the celestial spheres..."

In the library room full of bookshelves, Geralt wrote on a mottled wall with a charcoal pen, while whispering to the honorary member of the Wolf Sect sitting on the bench below,

"Has the ability similar to the shapeshifter, can transform the form, but is limited to three types, humanoid, fox, and half-human and half-fox."

Roy listened, and his eyes flashed with novelty. He didn't remember the existence of such a thing in the wizarding world, and he had no impression at all.

But it's right to think about it, this dark world is more expansive and complex than what he has seen before.

"The way they reproduce is very special. They abduct children and turn them into new fox demons..." Geralt paused, and his dark cat pupils swept towards Roy with deep meaning, "Because of this, they often Some parents use fox demons to scare disobedient children."

"It's a bit similar to the hunter," Roy pretended not to understand, "you know, the hunter, before I passed the green grass trial, I killed under a horn tree hole in Edsberg. At one end, its vomit is better than anti-magic metal."

"Shortly after that, I used the vomit to kill an ancient deer head spirit, although it was in an extremely weak state of resurrection."

"Cough, Roy, I know you're amazing!" Geralt's eyelids jumped and he muttered in his heart. "But now I'm a teacher."

Why didn't the boy hunter take you away?

Bai Lang waved his hand and stopped his fancy show off, "Listen carefully, don't interrupt me! Let's talk back to the fox demon."

When it was the turn of the three guys of the Wolf School to give a lecture, they would occasionally instill a bit of the Wolf School's ideas and concepts with Roy.

For example, witchers should act moderately, try to avoid getting involved in political struggles, and stick to the path of neutrality.

Roy admires their principles.

But the heart does not agree.

The whole world is changing, and if the witcher goes the opposite way and doesn't make any adjustments, he will inevitably be eliminated.

But neither he nor the wolf faction could convince anyone.

We can only speak with facts after the Witcher Brotherhood is established in the future!

...

After the theory class, in the second half, the witchers instructed Roy in alchemy with the old but complete alchemy instruments in the castle and the abundant herbal storage around Kermohan.

It mainly includes basic potions and sword oils that the alchemy level of LV2 is sufficient to refine: ogre oil prepared from bear fat and moon rose petals, dog oil and mixed animal oil refined from white 100-day red...the ones that are used more frequently , a "cat" that enhances dark vision...

And several necessary intermediates for refining potions, ether, alum, cinnabar...

Roy devoted himself to a fulfilling alchemy life, facing a simple and dilapidated alchemy platform, with his fingers flying, bottles and jars, shelves, pestles, scales, and various concocted herbs moving in his hands.

Hungry for knowledge and experience.

A senior is in charge of guidance.

But the rest of the guys are not so reliable. They are busy drinking and playing Quint, or wandering around the whole valley, climbing mountains and wading, fishing for shrimp, and even finding a snowy mountain that is neither high nor short, and uses a pair of shoddy clothes. The sleigh slides down from the high slope and has a lot of fun.

Since the snake sent the crowd to the north, this was their happiest time.

All is well except no women!

...

After dinner every day, Roy's favorite free time——

Kermorhan, the barren snow outside the castle.

Under the bright moonlight.

The brown-and-yellow griffin was carrying its master, sprinting happily towards the forest wall that saw a zigzag straight into the sky in the distance. Compared with most four-legged beasts, its running posture on the ground was very clumsy.

The spring-like hind legs with sharp claws took the lead in clasping the ground, and the majestic body jumped forward a certain distance with the reaction force, raising snow, leaves and dry grass.

Suddenly.

The wings that stretched more than two meters, like a gray cloak, slapped the ground heavily and leaped forward again.

so repeatedly.

The pauses between each stop are particularly noticeable.

Not as fast as a horse.

After the griffin ran for hundreds of meters, he suddenly stood up, and the wings stretched to the extreme suddenly folded, and slammed heavily——

"call--"

The wind blew the soft mane rustling, and the snow fluttered on the ground.

It suddenly rose into the air, and its tan body streaked across the night sky.

Like a dim meteor passing by.

"call--"

The icy night wind blew, and the knight sitting behind it leaned further, fitting against the griffin's soft and warm back, grabbing the mane between the necks with both hands, and burying a face into the griffin's furry neck.

The cold air brushed past him, and the back of the witcher's neck slapped slightly.

The witcher's dark-gold pupil stared round, looking down.

The broad and flat snow leads to the depths of the mountains, the silver pine trees tremble, the branches shake off the snow, the shimmering river reflects a crescent moon, the towering and broken castle of Kermorhan disappears in the dark of night place.

Everything quickly shrank away from him.

"Fortunately, I don't have a fear of heights."

Roy showed a wanton smile.

More than a year after coming to Witcher World.

He finally flew, in this magical world where technology is backward.

With his mount Golphin, he became the first witcher to fly high in the sky.

He has done what most warlocks have never done - the caster can only stay in the sky for a short time by means of the levitating force field, unable to fly or soar.

Ride a griffin and fly high into the sky, overlooking the diminishing scenery below.

This feeling is wonderful and magical.

Intriguing.

Roy narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath greedily.

The high air is fresh and freezing.

"call-"

The griffin flapped its wings easily and rose to the night sky 30 meters high.

Distant stars twinkled overhead.

It felt the joy of the owner.

Roy roared and hovered in place, or gliding, as if taking credit, until Roy patted its neck affectionately and exclaimed, and then he was content to fly towards the mountains in the dark and misty mountains in the distance.

Fly over a few pine forests, a raised hill, a dense clump of redbuds.

"Roar—" Goerfin suddenly roared in surprise, the frequency of flapping his wings dropped sharply, and he stopped in mid-air.

The jet-black eyes looked down.

"Roar-"

Roy followed his line of sight, and a pair of curved horns emerged from the delicate bauhinia bushes.

Kyle Mohan's snow sheep, covered with thick white fluff, is quite naive.

At this moment, Xueyang was chewing on plants alertly, pricked up his ears, and looked around with his black eyes.

But it was completely unaware that in the dark night sky above its head, less than twenty meters away, there were two pairs of malicious eyes!

"Golfin, how about a roast whole lamb tonight?"

"Roar!"

Roy thought aloud.

The five fingers of the left hand volleyed out a red triangle charm.

Push towards the target.

Igni Ragefire!

Suddenly, a round fireball shot out from the triangle of the palm.

Tearing the night away, leaving a dazzling trail behind!

From top to bottom, attack the animals hiding in the redbud bushes.

The scorching night wind approached.

Snow Sheep finally smelled the smell of death. With a "baa", she turned around like lightning, got out of the grass, and ran into the distance.

However, the fireball that should have landed incorrectly suddenly turned a 90-degree turn in mid-air, turned its head, and hit Xueyang's back at a faster speed.

"boom!"

In the dark night there was a great fire.

The poor animal seemed to be hit from behind by a galloping horse, and its burning body rolled several meters away.

With a burst of flames and thick white smoke, it screamed "baa", shook its legs twice, and lost its movement.

"Kill the snow sheep, experience +5, the witcher calls—"

Five seconds later.

A huge shadow descended from the sky and landed on the side of the charred corpse that gave off the scent of flesh.

The witcher jumped off the griffin.

With a bang, Alder put out the flames on the barbecue.

He grabbed a short knife out of thin air and began to skillfully cut and skin it. Most of the bloody prey was used to reward Golphin.

I set up the stove in place and put the rest of the lamb shank on the grill.

The smoke curled up into the night sky.

Intense meaty aroma.

Looking up at the twinkling stars, Roy smiled comfortably.

"Thank you, man!" The witcher gently massaged its wings and brushed its hair.

"Wow—" Golphin swallowed the flesh and blood in his throat, and narrowed his jet-black eyes comfortably.

...

In the past half a month, since Golfing was able to fly with him, Roy would accompany him to hunt every night.

On the one hand, in order to cultivate a tacit understanding with the mount, on the other hand, in order to brush the experience.

The witcher and the griffin cooperate, hunting in various ways, or Roy's main attack, shooting with a hand crossbow at high altitude, and Igni Rage bombing the ground prey, both of which have the ability to track, so hunting has never been done. fail.

Moreover, the prey on the ground could not reach them at all, and they were in an absolutely safe position.

Or Goelphin attacked, according to the old routine, falling from the sky, using inertia, sickle-like claws, and long beaks to break open the flesh of the prey, killing it with one hit, or grabbing the prey and lifting it into the air.

Fallen to death from a height.

One person and one griffin cooperated tacitly, almost at the top of the food chain, and the wild animals around Kyle Mohan were completely destroyed:

The Blue Mountains are vast and rich in species.

Even in winter, wildlife in the Blue Mountains is much more active than in suburban areas.

Snow sheep, snow rabbits, wolverines, and forest deer were all harmed by them.

At the most dangerous time, I encountered a hungry grizzly bear, a pack of wolves, and even a small fog demon who was hiding.

However, in the face of the combination of Griffin and Witcher, they can do nothing, they can't hit and can't run, they can't run and can't run. Griffin can fly as fast as a goshawk.

There is no escape from the witcher's senses and the keen senses and hunting instincts of top predators.

The poor prey have all turned into a lot of experience and nourishment for one person and one beast.

If possible, Roy would stay in the Blue Mountains for a longer time, and let Goalphin carry him to the depths of the mountains to explore the lost secrets.

But we can only wait for the next time, they will leave for the day after tomorrow!

"I don't know what happened to the old man, whether I saw an old lover."

"Don't make us wait too long in Nuocheng."