Demon Hunter and His Hut

There was an indifferent expression in the golden pupils. At this time, Amanda looked a little strange, with a sense of arrogant alienation.

Between the eyebrows is a red scale the size of a fingernail, which looks like a miniature version of the dragon scale that Roger gave to Amanda.

But the breath revealed from it clearly belongs to Amanda.

Her huddled body unfolded. The previous Amanda was not tall, even much petite compared to other transcendents.

But at this time, her shape changed greatly, and her stature increased.

Ahem, in the process, the proportions of the body have naturally undergone some wonderful changes. Roger suddenly felt that any description was superfluous at this time.

With a smile on his face, he just looked at it quietly.

call……

The flames around Amanda spread and pulled Roger over like two arms. Before she could get close, Roger's clothes were automatically burned clean.

A moment of panic flashed on his face, and Roger opened his hands and said, "Wait a minute, I think we should..."

The flames drowned him, and Amanda was uncharacteristically at this time, becoming like a proud flame queen, "I don't think so."

After speaking, the red lips with a strong aggressiveness were printed on.

Ana's face flashed in his mind, and at this moment, Roger suddenly felt that it was necessary for Ana to start her journey.

Hey... even if you can do some things, it's still not enough.

Simply no longer resist.

"Dear Amanda, although you entered the third level, I also entered the fourth level not long ago, so you should understand the judgment."

Amanda raised her eyebrows, and the flames spread to it, making her breath hot.

"There is no competition."

"Only up and down!"

"Today you must listen to me!"

The bodies of the two were surrounded by flames, then rolled together, and the fire spread, but no one cared about these details at all.

After a long time.

Amanda restrained the flames on her body. After being promoted, ordinary sorceresses would choose to use a battle to adapt to their own strength.

If the experience just now counts as a battle, the effect seems to be good.

After all, not any sorceress can find a Tier 4 extraordinary person to be a sparring partner when she is promoted to Tier 3.

"After absorbing that dragon scale, I feel that I have become a little different."

Amanda hides the mark in the middle of her forehead, with a hint of hesitation on her face.

Roger nodded meaningfully and said meaningfully.

"It's really different."

Bang!

Without warning, a force came from his waist, and Roger was kicked a dozen meters away. He looked at Amanda's outstretched soles of Bai Shengsheng's feet and shrugged helplessly.

"I said Amanda, you would never have done anything like that before."

Amanda snorted.

"That's because I haven't discovered your essence."

Roger laughed loudly, but stopped talking.

After all, there is Gewei hidden in another fairy tale manuscript, and there is another Anna in the real world. Even if he is used to the relationship between superhumans, Roger always feels that there are some things that Amanda should not know as much as possible.

Think about your own happiness.

"There is a looming voice in my mind, and in addition, I have inexplicably mastered some spells that I have never touched before."

She cut out a handprint on her right hand, and uttered a few short syllables in her mouth. The voice sounded low, and even if you didn't understand the meaning, people could perceive the majesty contained in it.

This reminded Roger how he felt when he first saw the dragon scale.

Crackling!

The ground beneath his feet cracked open, the surrounding stones gathered together, and the flames rose. In the gaps between the stones, red flames pierced through them.

Roar!

The Stone Monster knelt down on one knee and made an unintelligible sound.

There was a hint of surprise on Roger's face, and he could perceive that the flame giant created by Amanda's spell had the ability to approach a third-order superhuman.

If it can be understood as a one-time attack spell, the summoning nature is somewhat weaker than the caster himself.

"Nice spell."

Roger nodded.

"There are many similar spells."

Amanda went on to say that the expression on her face was relaxed, thinking of the speed at which the spell was released just now. It seemed that the spell did not put much pressure on her.

"Something like this, I can summon two more." She continued.

"Uh……"

Roger blinked, once again making sure that Amanda was the one who got the hang of it.

"The voice was looming and seemed to be urging me to go somewhere." Amanda frowned and thought.

"Trulias..."

"What do you mean?" The language that came out of Amanda's mouth was completely untouched by Roger.

"Land of the Dragonborn."

"dragon?!"

Roger looked at Amanda, "You have dragon blood in you."

so……

A strange thought came to Roger's mind.

He thought for a while, and suddenly felt that this was a relatively easy conclusion to accept. After all, after entering the supernatural from the beginning, the speed of Amanda's progress can no longer be described as rapid.

Just a rocket boost.

At this time, knowing that Amanda was a Dragonborn, Roger was relieved a lot.

Similar increases in speed are not without precedent.

An alien visitor with an extremely powerful soul, or a demon hunter who sacrifices his soul to a demon in exchange for terrifying power...

Among them, Dragonborn is a relatively safe one.

But what Roger didn't know was that the dragonborn he thought was just a hybrid breed with dragon blood, and what Amanda showed was not a simple earth dragon blood.

Among Warlocks, most people understand Dragonborn as Lancelot, and as for Amanda...

Roger doesn't know much about the cultivation of warlocks. He only knows that warlocks are based on spiritual cultivation and trace the origin of blood.

The first few stages were all about purifying the special blood they possessed in their bodies. Starting from Tier 3, they also needed to condense their own pale blood when they entered Tier 4.

But the pale blood of the warlock is different from the bloodline hunter. They need to use the bloodline contained in the body at this time as the basis, and extend upward in the spirit to connect with more powerful ancient creatures.

This is a very dangerous process.

An ordinary warlock may first awaken the blood of the fire bird, and by purifying the blood, it may be possible to extract a trace of a higher-level Yanyu beast, but on top of that...

If you want to go further, you need not just pure blood purification, but more complex and dangerous mental visualization and construction.

There are too many warlocks suffering from mental backlash due to greed in the process, not to mention that this is only the first stage, how to obtain that trace of pure pale blood from the creatures visualized and linked.

is the top priority.

Based on Roger's understanding of the promotion of Warlock, he couldn't detect the difference between Amanda's promotion at this time, so he paid more attention to another thing.

"The seed that Margaret left in your body..."

"Still."

A hint of doubt flashed on Amanda's face, "Margaret is a third-level warlock, and her strength must be much stronger than me, but I have also entered the third-level now."

"When I was promoted, I tried to break this spell, but it failed."

Amanda opened her hand, and Roger could see a faint mark on her chest.

Although Roger also wanted to be a gentleman, in the end he obeyed his own heart and kept his eyes on that mark.

"It's really weird."

"According to Grace, the situation at the time was obvious. Margaret should have been drained of blood from her body by Green. Could it be that she is hiding something?"

"Or that Green didn't kill her at all because of his haste?"

Shaking his head, Roger decided to stop thinking about this issue, he had already made a decision in his heart.

The marks on his chest disappeared, and Roger handed Amanda the ready clothes.

"Although there is no way to erase this mark, it at least temporarily seals its feedback, and it should not be discovered by Margaret in a short time."

Amanda said while wearing her clothes.

"This is good news." Roger had already dressed, and he stepped forward to hold Amanda's hand. "There are other things I should explain to you."

"About Andreen."

Before going to meet Andreen, Amanda had her body changed, back to what she was when she left Baytown.

After sending Amanda to Andreen's house, Roger didn't move forward. The rest of the time belonged to the mother and daughter. He nodded to Amanda and turned away.

When he returned to the cemetery hut, Roger did not find Anna, but found a letter nailed to a book.

After reading the letter in his hand, the imprint of the Igni seal flashed on his hand.

The letter was very short, only two lines.

"I'm leaving."

"I'll come back to you when I need it."

Roger smiled, he knew that Anna was just making a harmless joke, and Anna's departure, on the one hand, was to truly appreciate the world.

On the other hand, it is also to find a way to repair the magic mirror. Although she does not have much experience herself, Lilith's memory can make up a lot.

Although the Anna people left, the treasures that once belonged to Lilith were piled up in the magic mirror and handed over to Roger a few days ago.

Most of them, with Roger's current strength, may not be of much use, but in the future.

These will come in handy when training new witchers.

Roger has been thinking about the training base of the witcher, but unlike the hunter's hut, the location of the base is very important.

"Alpine castle or swamp forest?"

A majestic building comes to mind.

Roger had already made up his mind.

He declined the invitation from Henrik, but the two still made an appointment to go to Bordeaux in a few days.

It didn't really matter, but in Henrique's words, "Those guys in the bar must miss my days in Bordeaux."

Looking at Henrik's twinkling eyes, Roger could almost guess his plan.

"Let's do some human affairs. I heard that several hunters are planning to marry his female companions. If you try to seduce those women, it will cause public anger."

Henrik looked at Roger with contempt, "Man, listen to your words, seduce?"

"This word is an insult to me. The world is so unfair. It's my charm that hurts their hearts."

Henryk said boldly.

Roger is a little helpless. For a guy like Henrik, his only plan to go back is to pretend...

Such a shameful thing, Roger said he would never go.

Entering the shadow hut, Roger came to the middle of the garden, and when he thought, the remnant of the shadow elder emerged from the ground.

He didn't reach out to touch the weapon that ran through his body.

Even if this thing is ordinary metal, but it is soaked in the blood of the shadow elders, I am afraid that its nature has long been changed.

It's not that Roger didn't hit the idea of ​​the weapon, but it came to nothing.

He put his palm on the chest of the shadow elder, concentrated his attention, and slowly slowed his breathing. Soon everything around him disappeared, and his vision was filled with red.

Roger was looking up and down in the red river, and after a long time, he was refreshed and a smile appeared on his mouth.

"Got you!"

…………

"Let's go, we're finally going!"

A cruise ship slowly left the port, and there were beaming faces on the deck, and someone leaned against the edge of the fence, waving their hands down vigorously.

In the crowd, a handsome young man looked up at the noon sun. Although the surroundings were noisy, he really did not want to miss this beautiful sunshine.

"Hey handsome, can you take a picture of us?"

The young man was closing his eyes and resting, when suddenly a pleasant voice came from beside him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a fair-haired girl with fair skin. The girl was not tall, but her upper circumference was quite exaggerated. At this time, her beautiful face was flushed with excitement, and her watery pupils were paying attention to her eyes. to young people.

"No, I want to be alone for a while."

The young man shook his head and refused.

"Oh...where are you from and what are you doing at sunrise?"

The young man's refusal didn't interrupt the girl's interest. She didn't retract the arm she handed out to the camera, but took a step forward, narrowing the distance between the two sides.

"My mother has a company in Sunrise. Although I am not from Sunrise, I still know a little bit about it. I used to fly around there before, and this is my first time by boat."

"My name is Annie, how about you?"

The girl stretched out Bai Shengsheng's palm.

The young man sighed and replied helplessly, "Gao Wen."

"Knight Gawain?"

The blushing girl looked at Gawain, "I've heard of this story, and this name suits you very well."

As she spoke, she took another half step forward. The deck was very crowded. The distance between the two of them was very close now, but the girl seemed to be unaware and was still talking on her own.

"Do you know why I went to Sunrise?"

After changing a few topics, there was no response when she saw Gawain, so the girl couldn't help but lower her voice. Of course, her so-called lowering her voice was just deceiving herself.

"You know, a lot of strange things have happened on this side of Europe recently, and although countries are trying their best to cover it up, a lot of people are talking about it."

Annie's words successfully attracted the attention of several young people around, and everyone leaned over and talked nonsense.

"It's more than just a rumor, I even experienced it myself." A chubby white girl with freckles said loudly.

"Really?" Annie's eyes widened immediately.

"The death bus in the town of Repston."

The girl raised her head, "That incident happened one street away from my house."

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