The Divine Hunter Chapter 4: Ker Siren
The silent night.
A quiet house surrounded by a wooden fence, the structure of the house is no different from the classic country building - a barn, a shed, a chicken coop, a garden and a compost pile.
There is also a charcoal kiln.
The woman comforted the black dog in the yard, crept into the side room, walked out carrying a light sack, then knelt down towards the main house with a chimney, and whispered a few words. Sentences to repent, ask for forgiveness, express determination...
She stood up suddenly, quickly and neatly tied the ponytail under the hat into a bunch, her thin lips pursed into a line, and a trace of determination flashed across her delicate face.
She clenched her fists, controlled her hands, and took a deep breath.
"Let's go, Master..."
Roy glanced at her and said, "Igesena, don't you hate the old man in the family? You still say goodbye to him and repent."
"Although the old guy often beats me and scolds me, after all, it is my father who raised me up," Igesena said in a low voice, her eyes slightly red, "After a few years, he will understand the reality. , when my anger subsides, I might bring Cohen back to see him...well, to provide for him in his old age!"
Are all women so duplicitous?
Roy shook his head and walked side by side into the night with her, towards the beach, towards the dark silhouette of the Dragon Mountains.
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Girls in the country are not as delicate as girls in the city.
The two of them walked from late at night to noon the next day, when dawn emerged from the horizon and rose to the center of the sky. Water vapor filled the air around them, and the cold wind blowing from the sea slapped their cheeks like tiny hailstones, causing bursts of pain.
She said nothing, not even stopping to rest once.
At noon, the two came to the foot of Julong Mountain, an area close to the ocean.
The huge and hazy mountain range is like a giant dragon lying on the top of the northern border. The location on the far west coast is probably just a scale on the top of its head, with a corner cracked outward.
Roy stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up with all his eyesight.
The white snow on the mountainside reflects the light golden light under the sun, and a narrow stone road winds up along the snow slope.
The higher mountains are hidden among the clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing.
Roy took out the map and looked at it, wondering whether he should circle around on a Wolfen to investigate.
And Igesena walked to the stone roadside and looked under a snow-covered pine tree. Her face lit up and she excitedly waved the sack in a circle.
"Master Roy, we came at the right time! Cohen left a mark, which means he is still in the castle!"
"Well, this is the will of fate, let's go..."
The two people quickly walked up the stone road. The snow on both sides of the road was like spread out white silk and satin, dotted with rows of tiny footprints left by small animals from time to time, like embroidery on the silk and satin. Interesting.
But after admiring it for less than ten minutes along the way, the witcher suddenly stopped and took off his sunglasses.
On the 100-meter-high bare ski slope.
A figure emerged from the clouds and quickly approached the two people below.
But his way down the mountain was unusual - he slid down on a sled.
The two snowball sticks tap the ground from time to time to keep his body balanced, or he can quickly turn and lightly bypass broken branches and gravel on the slope, and jump over huge obstacles.
Make a series of graceful turning movements.
Leaves a row of straight scratches on the snow.
His posture is smooth and free, with a sense of grace, like a dolphin swimming at high speed with its dorsal fin exposed from the sea.
"Shua——"
The skier suddenly turned less than ten meters in front of the two people, and the wooden sled pointed down the **** suddenly went sideways.
The thick snowflakes under the sled were shoveled into the air and splashed in all directions.
The man took off the sled that was fixed to his boots and the pole clips and put them under his left armpit, then walked towards the two of them.
Igsena rushed forward excitedly, hanging on him like a sloth.
The man hugged her and spun around in a circle.
The slender calves were like skirts fluttering in the wind, drawing a playful circle against the ground.
The man took off his black mask, revealing a face with pale skin, strong features, and a handsome face.
He has thick black hair and a short black beard on his chin. His cheeks and under his lips are dotted with acne scars left after smallpox recovered, but these scars did not make him too bad or unsightly. On the contrary, it adds a bit of rough masculinity to a certain extent.
He is tall, strong and has a calm temperament. Two green sword hilts emerged from behind the shoulders.
On his face was a bright smile as bright as the sun after reuniting with his lover after a long separation.
Roy's eyes became deep.
Cohen
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Identity: Demon hunter of the Griffin School
Life: 160
Magic power: 200
Attributes:
Strength: 17
Agility: 16
Physique: 16
Perception: 12
Will: 7
Charm: 6
Spirit: 20
Skills:
Witcher Seal lv8: Quen, Axi, Arden, Igni, Alder, Heliotrop.
Coramp: Consume a small amount of magic power to break the magic illusion, or create an illusion of yourself near the body to confuse the enemy.
Gryphon Sect Secret Technique Level 3: This stage only includes double seals - two hands working together to outline the spell, which is far more powerful than one-handed seals and consumes higher magic power.
Alchemy lv8, Meditation lv6, Griffin School Long Sword Swordsmanship lv7, Demon Hunter Senses lv8
Others?
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Roy’s pupils shined behind his sunglasses.
This was the first time he saw a demon hunter whose spiritual attributes reached the second level, and his meditative attainments were not inferior to those of the older brotherhood members.
"The Griffin Sect is absolutely unique in magic."
Of course, what concerned him the most was the seventh seal mastered by Cohen... and the secret method of the Griffin Sect.
He had a strong feeling that this visit would be a fruitful one.
"Igsena, why are you here in the mountains?" Cohen held the woman's hand in his arms in surprise, "Didn't we agree to meet again next week? Your father beat you?"
The woman pursed her lips hesitantly,
"Who is this friend?"
Keen's intertwined pupils of white, yellow, and green look a bit weird, but his eyes are clear and friendly, which makes people feel good inexplicably.
"Your Excellency, you are Cohen, a demon hunter from the Griffin faction? My name is Roy," the young man waved his right hand at him, "A demon hunter from the Snake faction, and a member of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters from Novi. Gray is here... to explore the transmitted Holy Land of the Gryphon Sect, Caer Siren, just to promote exchanges between schools."
"Snake Sect, Demon Hunter Brotherhood?" Cohen held the woman's hand, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then turned his eyes to the pendant around Roy's neck, "Forgive me for my ignorance, I have never seen a Snake Sect hunter. Devil."
"That's normal. The Snake Sect's headquarters was originally in the Nilfgaard Empire in the south," Roy said calmly, "It just moved to the north in the past year or so."
Keen nodded and then asked,
"What kind of organization is the Brotherhood of Witchers? It sounds... similar to the Brotherhood of Warlocks?"
"This question is a long story..." Roy looked over his shoulder, "What do you think of this? Let's sit down somewhere and talk slowly."
"I promise, there is no malicious intent."
"My dear, Master Roy saved my life...so I brought him here." Igesena helped, her voice and expression were extremely gentle, completely without the aggressiveness she had when confronting the two villagers.
She recounted her previous experience.
When Cohen heard this, his face sank first, anger ignited in his pupils, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
expressing sincere gratitude,
"Sir Roy, thank you for everything you have done for Igesena! Without your intervention, it would have been a disaster!"
"I owe you a favor!"
He held out his hand to the witcher.
Roy shook hands with him and smiled heartily,
"To be honest, anyone with a sense of justice will not sit idly by and watch."
"Since I met her, I just helped her...you don't have to worry about it."
Keen's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but nodded, with a trace of recognition on his face.
"In that case, your Excellency, come with me... The teacher is also at home. He will definitely be very happy to see you."
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As we move along the winding mountain trails, the temperature drops sharply.
The deeper you go into the mountains, the colder the climate becomes. The wind speed was not very fast, but it was so cold that it was like a steel knife scraping the face, making passers-by's cheeks turn red from the cold.
The couple Igesena and Cohen were close to each other like magnets, warming each other and biting their ears intimately.
Roy behind them put on the hood on the back of his head, not to be outdone, stuffed the Gorfen Black Cat into the collar on his chest, and gave it an order to roll.
The fluff rubbed the skin crazily, making the witcher feel better.
The terrain is getting steeper.
Both sides are covered with snowy slopes with a **** of nearly 75 degrees, leaving only a narrow and steep snow-covered stone road in the center.
Milk white rime hangs on the pine trees. Looking from a distance, these opaque ice layers reflect the colorful sunlight.
The scenery is breathtaking.
But the witcher had no intention of admiring it.
After walking for half an hour without stopping, the terrain began to decline again, extending towards the west coastline. Soon after, the three of them arrived at their destination.
The once majestic Kelseren Fortress stood on the cliffs of the Powis coastline. Most of the buildings were deeply buried in the snow, turning into a wide and flat ruin with only five or six towers. The tops of the buildings protrude from the ground and can barely be called a few low bungalows.
Even so, these rooms are severely damaged, with signs of collapse and cracking everywhere, exposing mottled wall tiles.
Most of them are old blue-grey, and some are lighter in color, which are obviously repaired later...
The roof is covered with a thick layer of snow, and crystal clear ice edges hang under the eaves.
There is no doubt that living in it is definitely not a pleasant experience, and most people stay away from it.
"Welcome to Caer Siren, Roy, the place is simple, don't take it personally." Cohen finally let go of his girlfriend's hand, turned around and smiled at his fellow witchers, with pride on his face,
"Your Excellency, you are humble. Kelseren is also a famous fortress. It has extraordinary significance to the demon hunters. Naturally, we cannot just look at the appearance."
"I'm very interested in its history."
Roy stepped into this land, walked straight along the courtyard, and couldn't help but walk to the edge of the cliff, to a towering stone monument in the ice and snow.
The traces of the vicissitudes of time can be seen everywhere on the stone tablet, but it is not covered with any ice and snow, and "Kair Siren" and a date are written in ancient language.
"1029 Soul Moon"
It has been more than two hundred and thirty years ago.
He looked down through the stone monument. The seawater more than 20 meters below was rippling with violent and weird whirlpools, and huge waves were constantly hitting the coastal rocks. It seemed to be on the verge of collapse, making people faintly dizzy.
At the same time, the pendant around his neck buzzed again.
This time it was even more intense, like a sparrow trying to break free from a snare.
He controlled the badge, but the chaotic energy, which was so abundant that it seemed to be substantial, still penetrated into his body pervasively, causing the magic value to be in a strange overflowing state.
A changing magical light flashed before my eyes.
"This is a magical place?!"
"You're right." A gentle and magnetic male voice sounded. Roy's heart moved and he turned around.
An old man walked out of the central tower and stood under the eaves, where the sun could not shine.
Wearing a thin reddish-brown robe, her long gray-brown hair is draped over her shoulders, and her back is straight.
There was a carefully groomed beard around his lips, and his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, as if he hadn't gotten much rest.
The cheeks are long and narrow, the features are handsome, and the amber eyes are not intimidating like most demon hunters, but shine with wisdom.
He was holding a book in his left hand, a quill pen in his right hand, and a canvas bag wrapped around his waist.
The kind usually used to hold books and documents.
He is dressed more like a knowledgeable professor at Oxenfurt University or the administrator of a private library of a great nobleman than a witcher who hunts monsters for a living.
He looks like a well-maintained middle-aged man in his forties.
Kelda
Age: 193
Gender: Male
Identity: Grand Master of the Griffin School (proficient in all Griffin School skills)
Life: 170
Magic power: 270
Attributes:
Strength: 16
Agility: 16
Physique: 17
Perception: 14
Will: 9
Charm: 7
Spirit: 27
Skills:
Witcher Seal lv10: Quen (mutation), Axi (mutation), Arden (mutation), Igni (mutation), Alder (mutation), Heliotrope (mutation) , Kelamp (variation).
Gryphon Sect Secret Technique lv8: This stage includes double seals and the roars modified from the four world spirits of the elemental realm, which can mobilize the mixed energy in the air and greatly enhance the power of the seals.
Alchemy lv10, Meditation lv9, Griffin School Long Sword Swordsmanship lv10, Demon Hunter Senses lv10, Portal lv6, Magic Strategy lv3
Dharma source (passive solidification).
Others are omitted.
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"This land is filled with the pulse of chaotic energy. A long time ago, the elf mage discovered its value and built a castle here." Kelda was still writing rustlingly in his hand, and his amber pupils looked towards Roy. He looked around and asked, "Friends from afar, what's the point of visiting Kelseren?"
"Dear Sir Kelda, I am Roy, the demon hunter of the Snake Faction..." Roy bowed and saluted him, with undisguised respect on his face, just as Vesemir is the spiritual symbol of the Wolf Faction.
Kelda is the backbone and guardian of the Griffin Faction.
The entire school was destroyed even more completely than Kaer Morhen, and was reduced to true ruins.
He still persists.
Call him pedantic, but he used these ruins to train a new apprentice - Cohen.
The fate of the Griffin sect has continued for decades.
What he did is worthy of admiration.
What’s more, he also has so many powerful skills——
Roy himself only had the mutation of the Igni seal, but this old man had all seven seals mutated.
He also possesses secret techniques related to the four world spirits, and his seals have been strengthened to the extreme.
However, a strange feeling came to his heart, and Roy raised his eyebrows.
There seems to be something wrong with the information you just obtained?
But he couldn’t figure it out for a while, so he continued,
"Master Vesemir mentioned you and this great academy. I came to visit out of curiosity and respect, and also as a test for myself." He handed over a letter as he spoke.
"Vesemir, Kaer Morhen's old friend?" Kelda carefully put the book into the cloth bag, clamped the quill to her ear, took the envelope and browsed it briefly,
The face became softer.
"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How is Vesemir doing? Is he still strong?"
"Thank you for your trouble~IndoMTL.com~There is nothing wrong with you, and you are living a comfortable life."
Well, I am still busy rekindling my old relationship with my lover, and I may have arrived at Oxenfurt now.
Kelda looked pleased and stroked her soft beard,
"The old man's vision is always right. Since he recommends you, then you are a friend of the Griffin School."
"Come in and sit down, polite child," Kelda turned her eyes to the other side.
With her mind in a state of confusion, Igesena bowed shyly and awkwardly to the old man, but there was a lingering awe for her elders in her eyes.
"Keen, my stupid disciple, can you show half the cleverness you used to deal with the bat-winged demon? Bring your girlfriend in!"
"Don't freeze her!"
"Okay, teacher!" Cohen nodded hurriedly, looking vaguely afraid of the teacher.