The Divine Hunter Chapter 24: Soar into the sky!
After only one week in Kaer Morhen, Roy has achieved 90% of the goals on his plan.
Learn the Seal of Heliotrope, find the blueprint of the Wolf Sect, verify the evil spirit summoning ritual, make friends with three honest trolls, visit the Ring of Elements and meet the fire giant, and give the lazy old spearhead Send it to the end.
After a series of battles, the ten mutant properties required by the intermediate demon hunter have been collected and are lying quietly in the space.
The most important thing is that he won over three "old acquaintances".
Only the Wolf Sect’s grass decoction formula has yet to be found.
However, he is not in a hurry. When the wolf faction returns to Nuo City together, there will be many opportunities.
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Roy originally wanted to return as soon as possible, but was unanimously rejected by the Wolf Faction. They asked to stay for a full month.
After waiting for so long, I don’t care about the extra month, just treat it as a vacation.
Then life became much more regular.
Every morning at five or six o'clock, Roy wakes up from meditation and goes to the training ground to practice swordsmanship.
At first, Eskar was the only partner for sparring, but later other demon hunters also joined in.
Snake Faction, Wolf Faction, six big men.
Together, they brutally and inhumanely ravage the young descendants.
Even though Roy proposed some advanced ideas, he had imagination and the courage to change. At this stage, compared to his seniors, he is not good enough in many places!
"Boy, move faster! Even a sloth can hide faster than you!"
"Where has the strength gone? With weak hands and feet, could it be that I had a spring dream all night?! Young people must know how to control themselves!"
Lambert was the one who had the happiest time every time. He tried his best to ridicule and take advantage of his words.
He finally found some confidence in his swordsmanship.
The war of words is sharper than the silver sword!
But Roy ignored his venomous tongue. The roar of the weak was just incompetent rage.
When he surpasses Lambert, this guy will definitely be "comfortable"!
Geralt, Letso and others will also appear for sparring.
The attributes and combat experience of the two sides are very different, so the swordsmanship competition can be said to be a perfect match.
Let Roy enjoy watching it.
In terms of swordsmanship alone, Oaks's double swords of the Snake Sect are the most powerful, and Geralt's pleasing sword dance is comparable to Leiso.
Then Seret and Eskar.
Lambert.
Nobody comes last.
As for Mr. Vesemir, he left Kaer Morhen radiantly more than half a month ago.
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In short, through a lot of watching and practicing, Roy can feel that his swordsmanship is improving bit by bit every day.
The feeling of sweating and improving is intoxicating!
His swordsmanship has only been practiced for a year, and he is still at the most elementary stage. He has not been able to form his own style or master several sharp tricks. However, under the careful guidance of so many swordsman masters, he will one day be able to master the art of swordsmanship. Find your own path!
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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 combines the fine traditions of Kaer Morhen, which Lambert calls the "Iron Gauntlet".
Roy was asked to walk blindfolded on the plum blossom piles in the corner, avoiding the pendulums coming at high speed from all directions, in order to exercise his balance ability, reaction speed, and endurance.
Roy still has vivid memories of plum blossom piles. Cintra spent a lot of time on the piles at that time, but this was the first time he did it while blindfolded.
Neither perception nor agility attributes are his strengths right now.
So Roy suffered enough at the beginning of practicing "Iron Glove".
Every time I was hit by the pendulum, I was bruised and bruised all over my body.
However, by relying on "activation" healing after a daily round of meditation, he could always recover in time the next day, devote himself to training, and no longer need the ancestral massage techniques of the Snake Sect.
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After heavy physical exercise.
After lunch, we started the first half of the theoretical knowledge class.
A member of the Snake Faction or Wolf Faction will send one to guide the youngest member, using the rich collection of books in the castle as teaching materials: "New Species after the Convergence of the Celestial Sphere", "Dangerous Animals", "The Mystery of Alchemy", "Biological Theory", "Introduction to Herbal Medicine"... combined with various experiences.
Detailed explanation of monster-related knowledge, the value of organs, and the medicinal properties of herbs.
"Fox demon, an imported creature after the intersection of heaven and earth..."
In a library full of bookshelves, Geralt was writing on a mottled wall with a piece of charcoal while explaining softly to the honorary member of the Wolf Faction sitting below him on the bench,
"Have similar abilities to shapeshifters and can transform into three forms, but they are limited to three types: human form, fox form, and half-human and half-fox form."
As Roy listened, his eyes flashed with wonder. He didn't remember that such a thing existed in the wizarding world, and he had no memory at all.
But it was right to think about it. This dark world was broader and more complex than he had seen before.
"Their reproduction method is very special. They abduct children and then transform them into new fox demons..." Geralt paused, and his dark cat eyes glanced at Roy with deep meaning, "Because of this, So parents often use fox monsters to scare disobedient children."
"This is somewhat similar to the Boy Hunter," Roy pretended not to understand. "You know, the Boy Hunter, before I passed the trial of grass, I saw a hornbeam tree in Edsberg. Killed one under the cave, and its vomit was better than anti-magic metal."
"Shortly after that, I used vomit to kill an ancient deer-headed spirit, although it was in an extremely weak state of resurrection."
"Ahem, Roy, I know you are great!" Geralt's eyelids twitched and he muttered in his heart. "But now I'm a teacher."
Why didn't the child hunter take you in?
White Wolf waved his hand to stop him from showing off, "Listen carefully and don't interrupt me! Let's talk about the fox demon."
When it was the turn of the three guys from the Wolf Faction to give lectures, they would occasionally instill some of the Wolf Faction's ideas and concepts into Roy.
For example, demon hunters should act in moderation, try to avoid getting involved in political struggles, and stick to neutrality.
Roy admires their principles.
But I don’t agree with it in my heart.
The whole world is changing. If a demon hunter goes in the opposite direction without making any adjustments, he will inevitably be eliminated.
But neither he nor the Wolf Faction could convince anyone.
We can only wait until the Demon Hunter Brotherhood is established in the future and let the facts speak for themselves!
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After the theory class, in the second half, the demon hunters used the old but complete alchemy equipment in the castle and the rich herbal storage around Kaer Morhen to guide Roy in alchemy.
It mainly includes basic magic potions and sword oils that can be refined by LV2 alchemy level: ogre oil mixed with bear fat and moon rose petals, dog oil and mixed animal oil refined from white whooping red... Used The more frequent "cat" that can enhance dark vision...
As well as several necessary intermediates for refining potions, ether, alum, cinnabar...
Roy devoted himself to a fulfilling alchemy life. Facing a simple and dilapidated alchemy platform, his fingers were flying. Bottles, jars, shelves, pestles, scales, and various processed herbs were moving in his hands.
Absorb knowledge and gain experience eagerly.
A senior is in charge of guidance.
But the rest of the guys are not so reliable. They take time off from work to drink and play Gwent, or wander around the entire valley, climb mountains and wade in rivers, fish and catch shrimps, or even find a snow mountain that is neither high nor short, and use A crudely made sled, sliding down a high slope, having a great time.
Since the Snake Sect came to the north, this was their happiest time.
Everything is fine except that there are no women!
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After dinner every day, it’s Roy’s favorite free time——
Kaer Morhen, the deserted snowy land outside the castle.
Under the bright moonlight.
The griffin, which is covered in brown and yellow, is carrying its owner and sprinting towards the jagged forest wall in the distance in the distance. Compared with most four-legged beasts, its running posture is very close to the ground. clumsy.
The spring-like hind legs with sharp claws took the lead in grabbing the ground, and the majestic body jumped forward a certain distance through the reaction force, raising up snow, fallen leaves and dead grass.
Suddenly.
With a wingspan of more than two meters, the gray cloak-like wings pressed the ground heavily and flapped, then jumped forward again.
Repeatedly.
The pause between each line and stop is particularly obvious.
The running speed is not as fast as that of horses.
After the griffon ran for a hundred meters, it suddenly stood up, its wings stretched to the extreme suddenly closed, and it flapped heavily——
"Call——"
The strong wind made the soft mane tremble, and snow was flying on the ground.
It suddenly rose into the sky, its brown body streaking across the night sky.
Like a dim meteor passing by.
"Call——"
The icy night wind stirred, and the knight sitting behind it leaned further, pressed against the soft and warm back of the griffin, grabbed the mane between his neck with both hands, and buried his face into the griffin's furry back. neck.
The cold air passed by him, and the slap on the back of the demon hunter's neck stung slightly.
The demon hunter's dark gold pupil widened as he looked down.
The broad and flat snowfield leads to the depths of the mountains. The swaying branches of silver-covered pine trees shake off the snow. The sparkling river reflects a crescent moon. The majestic and ruined Kaer Morhen Castle disappears. In the depths of night.
Everything quickly shrank and left him.
"Fortunately, I don't have a fear of heights."
Roy smiled wildly.
More than a year has passed since I came to the world of Witcher.
He finally flew, in this magical world with backward technology.
With his mount Galfin, he became the first demon hunter to fly high into the sky.
He did something that even most warlocks have never been able to do - the caster can only temporarily stay in the sky with the help of the floating force field, unable to fly or soar.
Ride a gryphon and fly high into the sky, overlooking the shrinking scenery below.
This feeling is wonderful and magical.
It's fascinating.
Roy squinted his eyes and took a deep breath greedily.
The air at high altitudes is fresh and freezing.
"Call—"
The griffon flapped its wings easily and rose into the night sky thirty meters high.
The distant stars twinkled overhead.
It felt the joy of its owner.
It roared and circled or glided happily as if to claim credit. It was not until Roy patted its neck affectionately and praised it so much that he was satisfied and looked toward the mountains in the darkness and mist in the distance. Fly away.
Flying past several pine forests, a raised hill, and a dense redbud bush.
"Roar-" Golfin suddenly roared in surprise, the frequency of flapping his wings dropped sharply, and he stopped in mid-air.
The dark eyes looked down.
"Roar—"
Roy followed its line of sight and saw a pair of curved horns emerging from the delicate redbud bushes.
The snow sheep of Kaer Morhen are covered in thick white down and are quite naive.
At this moment, the snow sheep is chewing plants alertly, its ears pricked up, and its dark eyes looking around.
But it was completely unaware that in the dark night sky above its head, less than twenty meters apart, there were two pairs of malicious eyes!
"Golfin, how about a roasted whole lamb tonight?"
"Roar!"
Roy had a thought in his mind.
The five fingers of his left hand volleyed to outline a red triangular talisman.
Push towards the target.
Igni Fury!
Suddenly, a round fireball shot out from the triangle in his palm.
Tear apart the night and leave a dazzling trail!
From top to bottom, attack the animals hiding in the redbud bush.
The scorching night wind approaches.
The snow sheep finally smelled the smell of death. With a "baa" sound, it turned like lightning, got out of the grass, and ran into the distance.
However, the fireball that was supposed to land incorrectly suddenly made a ninety-degree turn in mid-air, turned its head, and hit the snow sheep's back at a faster speed.
"Bang!"
A grand fire broke out in the dark night.
The poor animal seemed to have been hit from behind by a galloping horse, and its burning body rolled several meters away from the ground.
With a burst of flames and thick white smoke, it screamed, shook its legs twice, and lost movement.
“Kill the snow sheep, experience +5, the demon hunter calls—”
Five seconds later.
A huge shadow fell from the sky and landed next to the charred corpse that smelled like meat.
The witcher jumped off the gryphon.
With a bang, Alder extinguished the flames on the barbecue.
He grabbed a short knife out of thin air and began to skillfully cut and skin the prey. Most of the **** prey was used to reward Galfin.
He set up the stove on the spot and put the remaining leg of lamb on the grill.
A curl of smoke rises into the night sky.
The aroma of rich meat fills the air.
Looking up at the twinkling stars, Roy smiled contentedly.
"Thank you for your hard work, buddy!" The witcher gently massaged its wings and combed its hair.
"Roar——" Gorfen swallowed the flesh and blood squeezed into his throat and narrowed his dark eyes in comfort.
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More than half a month has passed, ever since Gorfen was able to fly with him, Roy would accompany him out hunting every night.
On the one hand, it is to cultivate a tacit understanding with the mount, and on the other hand, it is to gain experience.
Demon hunters and griffons work together to hunt in a variety of ways, or Roy mainly attacks, using hand crossbows to shoot at high altitudes, or Igni Fury to bomb prey on the ground. Both have tracking capabilities, so The hunt never fails.
And the prey on the ground cannot reach them at all, so they are in an absolutely safe position.
Or the main attack is the Golfin, following the old routine, descending from the sky, using inertia, sickle-like claws and long beak to break open the prey's skin and kill it with one blow, or it can grab the prey and lift it into the air together.
Thrown from a high altitude and fell to death.
One man and one griffon cooperated tacitly, almost at the top of the food chain, and the wild animals around Kaer Morhen were completely devastated:
The Blue Mountains are vast and rich in species.
Even in winter, the wildlife in the Blue Mountains is much more active than in suburban areas. ~IndoMTL.com~Snowy sheep, snowshoe hare, wolverine, and forest deer were all destroyed by them.
At the most dangerous time, I encountered hungry grizzly bears, wolves, and even a small invisible fog demon.
However, facing the combination of the griffin and the demon hunter, they were at their wits' end. They could not hit and outrun, but they could not outrun the gryphon. The gryphon could fly at a speed comparable to that of a goshawk.
You can't hide from the witcher's senses and the keen perception and hunting instinct of an apex predator.
The poor prey have all turned into one person and one beast, with a lot of experience and nourishment in their stomachs.
If possible, Roy would stay longer in the Blue Mountains and let Gorfen carry him deeper into the mountains to explore the lost secrets.
But we can only wait until next time. They will leave for their return journey the day after tomorrow!
"I don't know what's going on with the old man, whether he has seen his old lover."
"Don't keep us waiting in Nuo City for too long."