The Divine Hunter Chapter 6: Summon
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Prompted by intuition, Roy exchanged a spell book that exuded a mysterious luster from the court mage. Although he could not understand the text, he could observe it.
Spell Book—Summoning a Demon Pet
It records the experience and insights of Winterhold mage Farenja in learning this spell. After using it, if you have the talent for magic, you will learn this spell.
This is the cheapest one among the primary spell books of several major factions displayed by Farenjia.
"Brother Golden Eyes, would you be willing to exchange one hundred gold coins for a book like this?" Frien shook his head in regret, as if he was the one spending the money.
Farenga Secret Fire rubbed the blood gem and warned, "I must state in advance that those who lack spellcasting talent will still be insulated from spells even if they use a spell book. In addition, if you are interested in spells, why not go to the Academy of Winterhold to test it out? Talent, conduct more systematic learning."
"Master Master, he cannot understand what you mean."
"Alas, it's a pity that I haven't mastered spiritual communication."
However, Roy turned a deaf ear to the two men's admonitions. He held the spell book with both hands and tore it in half. A stream of light blue smoke filled the air and brushed his cheek.
He opened his mouth and inhaled all the smoke into his body.
In an instant, my scalp felt a tingling sensation.
A large number of words, sounds, and images poured into his mind, not in unfamiliar imperial language, but directly displayed to his heart.
Farenjia stood in the dark void, with his hands and feet spread apart, maintaining a weird posture. His close-fitting gray robe and eyebrows were blown by magic. His hands were outlined flexibly, and the magic light gathered on his fingers. Sharp…
The detailed and loud explanations echoed in the void, over and over again.
Roy, who has never been exposed to magic in this world, cannot understand its essence.
But the gestures demonstrated by Farenjia, the way the magic power operates in the body, and the most important thing, the magic power outlines a translucent rune full of twisted patterns - like a door burning with blue flames, the door Three strings of numbers are carved on it.
Clearness appears in the mind.
The witcher imitated the movement and injected his own magic energy into this rune.
It's like opening an unknown door.
His soul also followed the magic into it.
In an extremely brief moment, countless blurry light spots appeared behind the door, like lively and active creatures, responding enthusiastically to his call.
Farenjia and Frien saw him standing quietly with his eyes closed and his breathing becoming stagnant.
He suddenly stretched out his left hand and pointed to the open space in the center of the room.
The magic power quickly gathered in front of him.
Five seconds later.
A purple-blue rotating sphere emerged from the void. At first it was only the size of a fist, but it quickly expanded, blending into the entire room, and faded into nothingness.
Afterwards, a strange wolf covered in pitch black appeared where the sphere disappeared. It was as muscled as a calf, its eyes were like a pair of burning rubies, and its mouth was filled with intertwined pale fangs, with strips of scarlet meat hanging between them. Foul-smelling saliva slipped between the teeth and fell onto the carpet.
It seems to have just returned from a fight!
Cerberus
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Identity: Summons, annihilation creatures (creatures living in the annihilation layer)
Life: 80
Mana: 80
Attributes:
Strength: 5
Stamina: 6
Agility: 9
Perception: 9
Will: 5
Charm: 4
Spirit: 6
Skills:
Breath Flame lv2: Consume a small amount of magic power, mix the special sulfur gas in the body, and spit out flames to burn the enemy.
Annihilation Creatures (Passive): Living in special areas with more abundant magic energy and harsher living environment, natural magic energy +20, life +20.
……
"Did I succeed?" Roy's surprised eyes jumped between his fingertips and the summoned object.
He cannot cast spells in the world of witchers, so he can only use spell-like seals at most.
And in this world, it seems that because of the special nature of magic power and summoning spells, he actually crossed the talent threshold in one fell swoop.
Review the entire process.
In addition to consuming 50 points of mana, his experience points were actually reduced by 5 points - the mana was used to push the door open, and the experience points (pure soul) were the reward for hiring it.
After the spell was cast, the translucent rune belonging to the summoning spell became more solid than before. This summons was equivalent to a kind of tempering for it.
As you can imagine, every time you cast a spell, the runes will further condense, and the spell level will slowly increase.
A new skill was also born in the template——
Summoning spell level 1:
Currently mastered - Summoning a familiar: the most basic summoning spell, which consumes 50 points of magic energy and 5 points of experience (pure soul). Summon a hellhound from the Realm of Oblivion to follow your commands, track prey or engage in combat.
The summoning lasts for five minutes. During this period, you can only have one summoned object, and you can send it back in advance. The more sophisticated your summoning spells are, the less magic power they consume and the longer they last.
Note: Do not harm your own summons. If you do this frequently, the spell will completely fail.
……
The dark skin of this hellhound is filled with a faint blue-purple light. The light is gradually weakening every moment. When the light disappears completely, it will return to its "home" called Annihilation.
The demon hunter can feel that there is a spiritual connection between himself and the hellhound, and it constantly conveys a stereotyped idea of obedience to him.
"Come here, get down!"
The hellhound spit out its barbed scarlet tongue, obediently lay at his feet, and licked his leather boots "woof".
Stand up, circle, call...
After being given instructions one by one, it followed them meticulously, as if it wanted to lick the dog as much as possible.
Roy felt more and more satisfied.
Frien's eyes suddenly became more enlightened.
"Golden Eyes is not only highly skilled, he can also use spells. No wonder he chose the mage constellation in the first place!"
"Congratulations on successfully completing your first summons. There is no doubt that you have an innate talent for summoning spells!" Farenjia nodded to Roy who looked delighted, with a little more tone in his tone. sense of identity,
Pointing at the Cerberus.
The magic power surges out from the fingertips.
"Shua—"
The Cerberus at Roy's feet was wrapped in light, and after an unwilling "Ow", it disappeared on the spot.
Roy's eyelids twitched. Is this exorcising evil spirits?
"Your Excellency Golden Eyes, please keep in mind that the act of casting summoning spells will usually be despised and spurned by the Nords in Skyrim Province. The bad-tempered Nords will even fight, so don't expose it to outsiders easily. Spells." Farenjia's thin cheeks under the hood looked solemn with a hint of regret, "In addition, casting spells is absolutely prohibited in Longlin Castle. Considering that it is your first offense, I will not hold you accountable for the time being. Mr. Frien, you I have to reiterate the rules to him!"
"Okay, I'll do my best." Frien said, "By the way, I don't discriminate against mages."
Farenjia nodded at him, and was surprised to find that the golden eye kept taking out a bunch of herbs from his arms, all of which were popular commodities that could be seen everywhere.
"I didn't expect that I actually misjudged it. You have mastered the space bag a long time ago. No wonder you can learn the summoning technique. But do you think of me as a garbage recycling bin?" Farenjia's mouth twitched, and Roy was speechless. He shrugged knowingly, "Forget it, these herbs are temporarily needed, and I'll give you a friendly price of 2 gold coins."
Roy looked at the **** he extended and nodded without disdain. This little money is naturally far from enough to pay for the second spell book, but when you add up, Farenjia has collected a lot of good things.
And these are herbs that he picked from the roadside based on his observation.
"The transaction is completed, you have also obtained the mission target and address. Hurry up and set off." Farenjia said to see the guests off, "Maybe you can come back tomorrow. Of course, if you two find the soul stone or valuable loot, ——Except for the weeds on the roadside! Welcome to trade with me!"
"Mr. Master, Lord Balgruuf didn't ask you to give us some support. How many soldiers should you send?" Frien said anxiously, "Or, you can accompany us there!"
Farenja's brown eyes slowly swept across their faces.
Sighing, he took out two palm-sized red glass bottles from the locker. The liquid in them glowed with a bright and moving light.
"I will give away a free bottle of potion to at most one person."
Small life potion
After drinking it, 20 points of health will be restored immediately, and minor injuries can be cured.
Roy pushed both bottles of potion to Frien.
The "Activation" and Swallow potions he reserves are much more useful than small potions.
……
It comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry, referring to the duo of Frien and Roy,
I just arrived at Xueman City and returned to Ximu Town.
Irelles is also a resolute person, and has led a team of heavily armed soldiers to patrol repeatedly around Ximu Town.
The two of them asked about the location of the Huangpu Temple from the townspeople, so they followed the stone bridge to the west of Ximu Town and crossed the river. They found a low hilltop.
……
"Whoosh—"
An arrow pierced the air.
A gray wolf jumped out of the thistle bushes on the side of the mountain and let out a cry. Its left front ankle was shattered by an arrow, and it limped back, leaving a **** footprint down the hillside.
However, a man wearing leather armor, with a strong build and a simple face, charged towards it with an iron sword, aiming at its **** and waist and slashing at it!
"Pfft, pfft!"
The gray wolf fell into a pool of blood and died.
"Huh..." Frien breathed a sigh of relief, wiped a bead of cold sweat from his forehead, and showed a hint of excitement on his face. His three-legged cat skills may be a bit dangerous to deal with a soldier, but he can easily catch a beast.
Roy passed him with a crossbow in hand, nodded to him, and continued walking to the top of the mountain.
As you go higher, the plants along the path become sparser and the temperature drops rapidly.
Snow began to appear on the ground, and signs of animal activity became increasingly rare.
The Nords have rough skin and thick flesh, coupled with their talent for cold resistance, Frien could not feel anything even if he only wore a pair of sleeveless leather armor.
Roy, the physical superman, is also unaffected.
When they crossed the mountainside, a temple built of black boulders and full of primitive style appeared in their sight.
Roy bowed slightly like a cat warily, stopped, and gave Frien a silencing gesture.
Creeply, I walked to the wide and ancient stairs and hid in a bush.
Several men wearing tan furry armor, arm armor, and leather boots were standing under the towering pillars of the temple, either carrying long-handled warhammers on their backs, or wearing long swords on their waists, and leather shields on their elbows.
Another man with an arched back stood on the top of the temple, looking around sharply.
Roy observed patiently for a moment and confirmed that there were six people in total. Their attributes were similar to those of the Imperial soldiers in Holy Land Town.
"Bandit?" Frien held the ancient Weishir sword borrowed from Golden Eyes, his body trembling slightly, and his brown pupils shot out a ray of nervousness and excitement. When he was wandering in the past, he encountered this kind of The formation will definitely allow you to escape as far as you can.
But now, in the past few days, he has broken through the bottom line many times.
He embarked on a path that he had never imagined before.
For Xuemanling’s house.
He risked his life!
A delicate hand crossbow appeared in Roy's palm, his strange-colored pupils stared at the roof of the temple, pointed at the robber on the far right carrying a long-handled ax, and then touched Frien's chest.
The latter nodded and quietly tensed his body.
"Whoosh—" the crossbow arrow shot through the air!
A blood hole instantly appeared in the chest of the robber standing guard on the roof, blood sprayed out, and the body was thrown backward!
The five robbers heard the sound, shouted loudly, drew their weapons and rushed over.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The continuous buzzing of bowstrings!
Two more people were blown away by the crossbow arrows, with big holes in their bodies, and they fell to the ground dead!
Frien was stunned. Before he drew his sword, only half of the enemy was left?
Is Golden Eye a swordsman, a mage, or a shooter?
He was not allowed to think too much. A strong wind blew in his face, and the bandit wielding a warhammer rushed in front of him.
"Dang!"
The sword blade and the hammer clash!
The Sword of Ancient Vishir was struck away.
With the huge force coming in, Frien's palms became weak, and the weapon almost came out of his hands, and he immediately stepped back!
His expression changed.
The hammer swung towards his chest again!
……
"Bang!"
The blue spell flashed, and a stream of magic air surged out of the palm!
The man in the middle struck with a broad sword.
He was knocked backwards.
And Roy tiptoed lightly and took half a step back to avoid a robber's shield blow,
The five fingers were outlined like butterflies, and a crystal talisman appeared in the air, imprinted into the man's eyes, and he immediately stood there with a blank expression.
"Shua—"
Arondette drew a beautiful arc.
A head flew away with splashes of blood.
The headless corpse carrying a shield and a steel sword fell at the feet of the witcher.
The broad sword came back, slashing at his chest along a diagonal line as fast as thunder. Roy faced the direction of the sword and took a step forward to avoid the sharp edge. In front of the robber's eyes Ichika lost the traces of the demon hunter, and then his two calves were cut off by the sword of the Lake Lady.
The body that lost support involuntarily fell forward.
The sword blade falling from the sky sliced open the back of his neck.
The robber buried his sinister face in the snow and lost all movement.
"Bang!"
The hammer-wielding bandit is still in a stalemate with Frien, who has extraordinary talent despite having never seriously practiced with weapons. The growth rate is astonishing.
After some guidance from Larov and Roy's actual combat "demonstration", he had vaguely understood the most basic posture of the steel sword, and his lame movements quickly became barely noticeable, with a hint of forced momentum. .
In addition, his attributes exceed those of a bandit, although he was driven around by the war hammer. However, that guy never got a hair from Frien.
On the contrary, he took advantage of his opponent's exhaustion and launched counterattacks many times.
The sharp-edged Gurwisir sliced open the fur armor and gave the bandit several deep wounds.
His physical strength was flowing away with the blood, and his movements were getting slower and slower, but Frien's face turned red, his brown eyes shone, and he became more and more courageous as he fought!
"Shua——"
At a certain moment, Frien caught the gap between his movements and cut off the long handle of the war hammer with a sword.
Taking advantage of the opponent's daze, he raised his hand and pulled horizontally.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the robber fell to the ground with a hiss in his throat.
"Huh...comfortable."
Frien wiped the blood from his cheek, with a cheerful smile on his face.
"Progressed so fast." Roy's pupils shrank. It had only been two days, and the opponent's attributes had added a Basic Swordsmanship Level 1. Is this the legendary genius?
After cleaning up the group of robbers at the door~IndoMTL.com~, they picked them up and found a locked nanmu box in a nearby den. Roy cut open the lock with a sword.
A total of fifty gold coins and a bottle of small life potion were harvested.
Obviously, alchemical items are widely used in this world.
"Man, these people will basically die at your hands, just accept the money." Frien took the life potion, glanced at the golden coins, and turned his head away.
The witcher insisted on giving him half of the loot, with a serious expression on his face and could not refuse.
Money and silk attract people's hearts, but Roy is willing to give up his interests.
Frien is even more grateful to this brother!
In fact, the six warm weapons of the six bandits are already lying in Roy's space. There is a blacksmith shop at the gate of Bairun City. When the time comes, they will all be sold and then go to Farenja to buy some good treasures!
And Frien grinned and pushed open the door of the Wild Waterfall Temple.