The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: The 8th type of seal
The world of meditation.
Colorful elements of earth, water, fire, and air streak across the sky like meteor showers.
The dazzling and scorching fire element is like pieces of silk shimmering with red light, wrapping the demon hunter into a giant fiery cocoon.
"Plop, plop."
The long-dead heartbeat revives in the world of meditation, playing a mysterious melody.
The fire element emerged from the depths of the dark space like a tsunami, and hovering in the sky in the distance, the fire layer high above spewed out a large area of boiling flames.
Break through the barriers of the void.
Flock to the giant red cocoon to provide nutrients.
Click.
The cocoon was torn open, a pair of dazzling claws were revealed, and a majestic creature made of pure gaseous flames emerged.
The shoulders are broad and the back is like a mountain.
Lion nose, wide mouth.
The eyes are the finest rubies, burning with crystal flames.
There are curved sharp corners on both sides of the forehead, flowing with ancient and mysterious runes
The thick red hair hangs down over the shoulders, wrapping around the neck and chest, turning into a flaming lion's mane.
As the **** mouth opened and closed, the fire flickered.
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Roy Fire Giant looked around at this magnificent blaze of flames, with a smile on his lips.
Compared to Mirmenir's black dragon form, the fire giant form does not have such strong affinities with the four elements.
But he is the king of controlling flames. The once unruly fire element turned into a docile elf and whispered in his ear.
Speaks of worship and surrender.
The flaming left paw gently grabbed it, and without the need to cast a spell, he grabbed a piece of red flame and formed a long whip.
Crack!
The fire whip whipped through the air, and the light and heat instantly opened up an overwhelming sea of fire!
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After waking up from the third Green Grass Trial, meditation and sublimation have continued for more than a month.
With his powerful soul and superb meditation skills, Roy was finally able to stably maintain the form of the fire giant.
And today we are going to make a further attempt!
My mind moved.
The ubiquitous fire element instantly turned into a pair of big hands, pulling him away from the four elemental planes.
Slowly sinking into the ground beneath your feet.
The mantle barrier that I had encountered disappeared.
The fire element, one of the four elements, is the cornerstone of this world.
The fire giant is a part of the world.
The planet will naturally not resist or reject it.
Just as the Skyrim Province transformed into a dragon soul and sank into the bones of the earth.
Roy the Fire Giant has penetrated the witcher world surprisingly smoothly.
The light is dim, the air is thin, the temperature is getting lower and lower, there is only eternal endless darkness.
He controlled the flames, passing through the rocky crust, upper mantle, lower mantle... heading towards the center of the planet.
I don’t know how long it took.
First there was a ray of red light that tore through the darkness. This ray of light became bigger and bigger, from as small as a candle flame to as huge as the sun in the sky.
The temperature climbed from more than 100 degrees below zero to over 1,000 degrees.
The original rustling sound of the elements completely disappeared, and another more robust sound appeared
Puff-puff-puff, the air hissed.
Rumble, boom, water surges.
Roy finally set foot in the outer core of the earth where liquid flames surged.
There are no inscrutable earth bones left behind by Idra, the creator of Nirn.
The flames and lava formed an eggshell magnified billions of times.
Dense pieces of red stalactites fell from the top of the eggshell. Before they fell into the boiling sea of fire below, they turned into gas that filled the air with a sulfurous smell.
At the bottom of the eggshell, flames and magma merged into a mighty river of lava.
It flows, rolls, roars to its heart's content, and never stops spitting out magma and sparks.
Thousands of degrees in the outer core of the earth, the concentration of fire elements is comparable to the fire realm among the four elemental planes.
But all of this was like a fish in water for Roy Fire Giant.
It floats on the river of lava, as if returning home, in the arms of its mother, stretching its arms comfortably, and its cone-shaped flaming lower limbs move back and forth against the lava.
Unprecedentedly active fire energy continued to flow into his body.
It accumulated into a vigorous force, rising from the bottom of his heart, blocking his throat, ready to come out.
This moment.
It is recorded in the Griffin School's "Book of Shadows" as one of the three secret techniques, the secret technique of flapping wings.
Perceptions of the Way of Roar.
The two combine to form a special and powerful force
"Ta!"
The wonderful rhythm stirred the river of lava, the sea of fire rolled, thousands of bubbles rolled up on the red river surface, pieces of magma exploded, and the space above the river was filled with flying liquid fire!
A ten-meter-long pillar of magma flew out of the sea of fire, meandering in mid-air, traveling quickly, leaving trails of flames, like a ferocious and cruel fire dragon that burned everything.
It soars upward, melting the mantle, trying to break through the center of the earth and rush to the ground.
Roy's thoughts changed.
The magma dragon instantly shattered into countless spark fragments and scattered all over the sky.
Fall into the fire.
At this moment.
The seven demon hunter seals passed through his heart one by one.
The water element is the core of the Yak Xi and the Kelamp Seal.
Quen's Seal and Heliotrope's Seal with the earth element as the core.
The Air element represents the Seal of Arden and the Seal of Alder.
Finally, the Igni seal represented by the fire element lacks the second type.
Today, the witcher completed it and named it Roy Lava Seal after himself!
A line of golden words quickly passed through the template.
You created the eighth witcher seal, Roy Lava: Based on a powerful soul and peak meditation skills, you sublimated the soul into the fire giant of the four world spirits, and then used the secret method of flapping wings to "ta ”, which resonates with the center of the current world and summons the power of lava flow.
The cooldown time is the same as the other two soul secret methods of summoning dragon roar and sword style-dragon, 17 minutes and 50 seconds.
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Roy breathed a sigh of relief,
Open your eyes on the bed quilt made of pine branches, it is quiet in the dead of night, and everything is quiet,
I saw a dim light falling from the stars in the sky, and the white-haired demon hunter was sleeping soundly under his cloak.
And he couldn't help but feel extremely proud. Today, he created his own spell.
The eighth seal.
It is not necessary to outline the handprint with five fingers, but to approach the way of dragon roar, use music and soul to leave a mark, and leverage the power of the earth's core.
The eighth seal is temporarily exclusive to him.
Because the other demon hunters have not been able to practice meditation to the full level, and their soul strength is far inferior to his level after many upgrades and enhancements, they cannot learn Roy Lava Seal.
However, he will slowly improve...
Ensure that one day in the future, all companions will be able to master it!
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Roy jumped off the bed of pine branches nimbly.
Leave the camp and escape into the deep, dark wilderness of night.
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The next morning, a touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon, a layer of moist mist floated in the air, and dewdrops shone among the gypsophila and young dendrobium leaves.
After exercising all night, Roy quietly returned to the camp.
A large number of unknown traces of terror were left in the wilderness several miles away.
The witcher camp became noisy.
The children folded quilts, put away tents, and packed their luggage in an orderly manner.
Youth is the greatest asset. After half a month of adaptation, they can fall into a deep sleep in the wild and be energetic during the day.
The dwarf camp on the opposite side started to move at the same time. It was full of the sound of packing, the stamping and snorting of horses, the clanking of harness, the creaking of wheels and wooden poles, and the rude curses of the dwarves.
With a loud, hoarse voice, Alpenziglin brought the quartermaster named Wenke and five companions to the demon hunter.
"I have no objection to the masters wanting to set off with us." Quartermaster Wenke said bluntly, "I believe in Yalpen's vision, and he trusts you."
Wenke does not doubt the motives of the demon hunters. If this group of powerful people had malicious intentions, their own fleet would have died last night.
The dwarf squeezed his swollen black eyes at the witcher as if he was asking for credit.
"But there is a problem," the quartermaster's calm eyes looked around at the children who were quickly packing their luggage beside the carriage, "I must arrive at my destination safely and on time, otherwise I will lose my life. And you have brought so many children with you. ."
"The health of these children is not inferior to that of dwarf teenagers." Yarpan patted his chest and said in support, "I don't think their traveling together will slow down the speed, and you know that this road goes south through the forest and leads directly to Lexila River. I heard that there are all kinds of evil creatures wandering in the woods."
"You are right." The commissioner nodded, glanced at the eyes of the witchers, and said in harmony, "In the forests of Kaedwen, especially recently, we are very likely to encounter some evil creatures. And they were incited by other bad species to attack the convoys of passers-by, including you."
"His Majesty Henselt had the foresight to grant me the power to recruit warriors along the way. What do you think?"
Roy exchanged glances with the companions around him, and instantly understood that the evil creature he was referring to was the Scoia'tael.
If it had been before the incident in Nuo City, the wolf sect's demon hunters who adhered to neutrality would have decisively rejected Wenke's invitation.
They hate the Scoia'tael, but they don't take the initiative to kill them.
But now
"If I am traveling with you, it is my duty to protect the safety of the convoy." Vesemir nodded.
"Then I'm relieved." A soft smile appeared on Wenke's calm cheek, "In the following days, I will be responsible for your health and safety until the Lake Xila River."
"Happy cooperation!"
The two sides returned to the team and began to shout and give orders.
The coachmen got on the carriage, swung the reins at the horses, and bumped along the path.
The team of witchers followed closely behind.
Two or three children sit on a horse, and some ride in a car. Apprentices with better physical fitness follow on foot, exercising, and occasionally resting for a while while rubbing their buttocks on the car board with their feet dangling in the air.
"Roy, when I was watching the night last night, I heard some strange... noises," Bernie gently pulled the reins, causing the carriage to avoid a tree stump in front.
Then he calmly accepted the Mahakam liquor offered by the witcher and hid it secretly in his thick beard.
"From the late night to dawn, most of the time it is absent, and occasionally it bursts out, like the devil's hiss... roar... reminds me of... the call of the deer-headed spirit... But I looked for it again. I can't find anything. The witcher is an expert... I found something... is there anything unusual?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Roy's eyes, what kind of ears does this guy have? You can even hear the sound of the experimental seals from several miles away!
"That's right." He said nonsensically, "I found a ghoul in the woods two miles away last night, but it is now sleeping in a grave...forever."
Bernie's eyes widened in admiration, "I haven't seen you for more than four years. Not only have you grown taller, but you are also much more powerful." His stuttering tone was full of pride.
"The only drawback is that you... still... don't have any beautiful beard or manly chest hair..." He glanced at Roy's smooth chin and the clothes on his chest, and expressed his opinion euphemistically, "You look too... unique. Even so. Now you want to steal women from us... dwarves, and no one is willing to live with you."
"I stress it again," Roy rubbed his temples, shook his head and smiled, "I will not compete with you for a dwarf woman! That does not suit my taste. I already have another woman."
"You mean the sorceress?" The dwarf looked at the corals among the children. The smooth and delicate skin, under the lace dress, the plump figure was as thrilling as the undulating mountains.
Even during this long journey, she still wore delicate light makeup, her red beauty fluttering in the wind, covering half of her cheeks. She noticed the gazes of the two people and gave her a gentle smile.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
The only pity is that compared to the dwarf women, there is less of a unique beard on the chin.
But it’s better to have something than nothing!
Bernie gave him an encouraging thumbs up.
Roy leaned back comfortably against the back of the carriage and looked at Pauly Dahlberg, who was wearing a red scarf and holding the carriage in front of him. Knight Grimm was playing with the dwarf's hand crossbow and hammer, his eyes filled with laughter. Full of fighting spirit.
Can't this guy just calm down for a while?
"What about you? Bernie, are you getting used to these two years in Kaedwen?"
Bernie thought about it seriously, "Kaedwen, fellow dwarves... not so much. But the temper of the Kaedwen people... is quite to my liking, frank and direct... I like it if I like it... I hate it if I hate it... No One thing in front of you, another thing behind your back, secretly"
"Still planning the third set!" Roy smiled as he thought of someone.
"Yes!" Bernie spat excitedly, looking at the witcher as if he were a confidant.
"Besides, the weather is cold, and they also like to eat meat...drink...swear...beat Quint..." Bernie thought hard for a while, "As a proverb...all humans are barbarians...but the ones from Kaedwen People are the worst, just like someone put... pigs in clothes and taught them to walk... on their hind legs... they keep humming, they are noisy and boring... they stink to the sky."
Bernie used his poor language to express the highest praise to the people of Kaedwen,
"They have the same level of... crude sense of humor as we do! Their level of swearing is on par with us..."
"Roy, I like you... and regard you as a brother, but you still lack the roughness and boldness of Kaedweni... and Mahakam..."
"I think I'm in pretty good shape now." Roy smiled and looked to the northeast again. Monty's naughty guys were hiding behind the oak barrels of the carriage, pestering Reagan who was driving. ·Dahlberg, let him tell the story of his past successful hunt for Oakvista, the dragon of Quartz Mountain.
The bearded man was talking with a glowing face about how he had plundered a bunch of colorful gems from the dragon's lair. The bard specially wrote a poem about this adventure.
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"Bernie, haven't you had a hard time in the past year?" Roy pricked up his ears. On the carriage in front of him, Alpan was seriously discussing political issues with the demon hunter White Wolf.
Yarpan angrily stated the grand proposition between ancient races, humans, and betrayal, as well as his position.
He made no bones about the fact that his grandmother died at the hands of humans, but he still put aside his hatred and served humans.
He just wants to bring peace.
But the anger could not hide the concern in his tone.
Commissioner Wenke, who was further ahead, also quietly pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.
"I don't feel very good..." Bernie lowered his furry face, looking at the mud and gravel passing under the frame, and whispered imperceptibly, "King Henselt...not the last Start trusting us so much."
"I feel a little bit...alienated. Great Elder Brovar Hogg is just...alienated from Boss Yalpan, alienated from Zoltan Ziva..."
"King Henselt may have deliberately...deliberately sent us away from the city of Ard Kalai...to let us take a dip in the...muddy waters of the Scoia'tael."
"I feel very sad."
Roy clicked his tongue and couldn't help but glance at Bernie. This guy looked stupid, but he had a very clear mind.
He analyzed the situation and said,
"More and more ancient races are joining the Scoia'tael. Some openly support humans, but secretly support this group of fighters and help them escape capture."
"Human beings naturally have the illusion that all ancient races that they regard as compatriots will stab them in the back."
Roy said meaningfully, "This situation will get worse and worse, and in the eyes of humans, the boundaries between the Scoia'tael and the ancient races will gradually blur. ~IndoMTL.com~ Bernie fell silent after hearing this, and his face turned slightly blue .
The conflict between the ancient race and the northern humans has existed since ancient times and is difficult to reconcile.
Especially under Nilfgaard's ulterior motives, promises, temptations, and massive propaganda offensives, they have become the vanguard of the Southern Empire's attack on cities and territories.
Perhaps this war will only end when all the ancient races are killed or have a piece of land of their own.
Roy sighed and suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Turn around, Vicky, who was kneeling on the cart, smiled shyly at him, her golden braids fluttering in the wind passing through the cart. Renee and Lilia waved enthusiastically at him.
Under the guidance of Coral, several little girls used paint brushes to outline the scene of the motorcade driving to pass the boring time.
The most charming Roy is the model in the center.
"Bernie, seriously, if you encountered the Scoia'tael, would you kill them?" The witcher looked at his old dwarf friend and asked,
Bernie was silent and touched the horse's tail uneasily.
"Then you think the Scoia'tael will show mercy to compatriots of the ancient race?"
Roy changed his advice.
Bernie took out the wine bottle under his beard, took a big sip, and said angrily, "I understand what you mean...I am an alcoholic, a gambler, and rude...but I am absolutely loyal. This operation is for ...It is my responsibility to transport military supplies for King Henselt!"
"No matter who wants...to take them away or destroy...the carriage, it won't work!"
He touched the dark handle of the war hammer at his feet.
"Unless you ask my old buddy, unless you step on my corpse!"
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The mighty motorcade drove through the quiet paths in the forest.
The voices of dwarves, humans, and demon hunters echoed endlessly in the woods.