Demon Hunter and His Hut

As the two walked down the mountain, Roger saw several young girls laughing and walking towards the other side of the castle.

These girls are not very old, they are young and lively, and the hope for the future flashes in their eyes.

In the group of demon hunters, women are extremely rare. Some of the women who often appear in the castle are Gewei's clansmen, and the rest are psychic mediums brought by Hathaway.

The temperament of the girls in front of them was obviously out of tune with the others, and Roger couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Cough cough."

Henrik's pretentious voice came from beside him.

"Be careful, these girls are Amanda's loyal fans. Once you do something, it's almost impossible to hide from Amanda."

Roger withdrew his gaze, a flash of understanding flashed across his face, he turned his head and gave Henrik a sideways glance.

"Looks like you've got a closed door."

Roger chuckled lightly.

"I?"

Henrik shrugged, "What are you kidding?"

"You have no idea how popular I am outside."

"Ha ha."

Roger sneered, debunking Henrik's words.

"How did I hear that some bloodline hunter families are going to join forces to trouble you."

Henryk grinned awkwardly and quickly changed the subject, "Amanda recruited a few talented sorceresses, how long has it been since then?"

"She can even be someone else's teacher."

Roger nodded.

After Amanda entered the third order, the growth rate of her strength remained unchanged, and even improved to some extent.

More importantly, she awakened the blood of the dragonborn, and at the same time, she was accompanied by some related spell memories, which greatly broadened Amanda's knowledge.

Combined with his own experience, it is still easy to guide a few sorceress apprentices who have not entered the extraordinary realm.

Here is Kyle Morhan,

It is the birthplace of the witcher, but Roger does not exclude other extraordinary people.

Today, the entire castle is still developing steadily, and the outside world still knows very little about it, but after this period of steady growth, when the true strength of Kermohan is exposed, it will inevitably cause the entire Meni The eyes of the sub-extraordinary world.

By then, life may not be as peaceful as it is now.

"Hey Roger, I feel more like a school here, you're not here most of the time, and listen to me, you could really put a statue of yourself at the gate of the castle."

"When this place develops and grows in the future, tsk tsk, everyone who comes here will be able to see you for the first time."

"In addition to your statue, as several important founders, I think it is necessary to have the statues of several of us also stand in the castle."

"No more." Roger interrupted Henrik.

"I don't want the female witcher who has gone through the grass trial to leave a sentence under your statue saying that I slept with this guy when they leave here."

"Then it won't be long before there will be one after another under this sentence, and so will I."

The two chatted and laughed, and after a while they came to the stone bridge at the bottom of the castle.

A lift was built on the edge, and although it looks simple, it fits perfectly with the overall architectural style here.

Although Henrik looks unreliable, many of the annexes in the castle were added by him during the period after Roger left.

This greatly facilitates the witchers who live here.

As the lift sinks, the surrounding temperature drops significantly, and the deep canyon under the suspension bridge is a place where the sun cannot shine.

Bang.

The lift landed at the bottom, and a winding path appeared in front of Roger's eyes. The two were one after the other. When they passed through the path, a faint blue light lit up around them.

They were floating ghosts, and when they saw someone coming, they moved up curiously.

"Last time, a guy with excellent physical fitness came here for a trial. That kid seems to have awakened the blood of his ancestors. Although he is young, he is close to the edge of extraordinary."

"I didn't expect to come here for the trial. Not long after entering, the guy's spirit fluctuated violently. If I didn't find it in time, his spirit would probably be lost in the illusion, causing irreversible damage."

"Blind that body in vain."

To be honest, the two had already crossed the path and came to the entrance of a cave.

The edge of the cave seems to be carved into an open animal mouth, which seems to devour everyone who enters here.

Walking through the entrance of the cave will enter the official trial site.

The surrounding environment is dark, and the light source on the stone wall is not bright. Being in it, it is easy to have hallucinations.

The cave is engraved with complex patterns, and the witcher who enters the trial can conduct a targeted fantasy trial or a completely random adventure.

With the mental state of ordinary demon hunters before entering the supernatural, there is no way to resist this illusion.

After Henrik was injected with the herbal medicine, the first sign to awaken was Axi. His application of illusion and spiritual charm has also made great progress in the past year of exploration.

Most of the time here is controlled by Henrik himself.

"It's amazing."

"In addition to some inherent mental illusions, there are other things that can be added here now."

Henrik gave an odd smile.

"You know Roger, I've been to a lot of places and seen a lot of tough monsters, but the thing that bothers me the most is that thing."

A strange expression flashed across Henrik's face.

Roger quickly thought of something.

"You wouldn't put her..."

Roger looked surprised, "What the hell are you doing? Although that woman's fighting ability is not outstanding, she is unmatched in terms of charm..."

"hey-hey."

Henryk looked smug.

"These guys look like they're full of energy every day, and they'll play quint when they have something to do."

He pouted.

"Playing cards? Was Gwent played on the bed?!"

"What in-depth communication with the psychic is the best way to increase the accuracy of the Gwent card, shit, it's all excuses!"

"Next, I will let them experience the charm of the female Night Demon!"

Henrik looked evil.

Roger was speechless.

The strength of the Night Demon simulated in the spiritual illusion should not be too strong, but the strength of that woman is not her fighting ability at all, but the innate charm.

Roger can guarantee that these energetic young men will never be able to resist the temptation from the Night Demon, and by then...

He couldn't help shivering. Roger had good reason to believe that Henrik's purpose was not a trial at all.

After thinking about it, Roger didn't stop it too much.

Henrik generally has a very bottom line, those guys will suffer a little bit of shame at most, as for the danger and consequences.

It's more likely that there is no way to play Gwent cards with those beautiful female mediums in a short period of time.

After patrolling around, Roger also relaxed his mind and tried to feel the illusion constructed by the training base.

The scene changed, and he returned to the haunted manor, and to the mental hospital in Swamp Town again.

And Crystal Lake, where Roger edited out some of his experiences to highlight the water ghosts in Crystal Lake and other monsters in the swamp.

However, Henrik changed some settings and forced the female Night Demon into it.

Roger could almost imagine what it would be like when the bloody demon hunters were attacked from behind by the water ghosts hiding in the shadows when they were fighting the female Night Demon.

Gee.

Pinch front and back, perfect.

Roger is the owner of this training base. He controls many of the powers alone. He delegated some of his abilities to Henrik. The two studied for a while, then walked through the cave, and when they reappeared, they were already in the canyon. on the other side.

There, Roger could see several witchers experimenting in separate caves.

They have obviously experienced the trial of green grass, and their physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people.

"The entire canyon is divided into two parts. Those who have not passed the trial need to undergo a will test, and those who have passed the green grass trial can also accept higher-intensity mental oppression, and can repeatedly polish themselves before the official battle."

Henrik took Roger up the steps, there was a lift when they came down, but the way up was extremely long.

The surroundings are dark and depressing. For every demon hunter who has gone through the trial of grass, walking through this ladder is equivalent to identifying with their own identity.

Next they will face the real monster.

The long ladder is also a test.

The surroundings suddenly became humid, and a thin mist slowly appeared in the air.

The fog became thicker and thicker until the whole person was wrapped, and at this time the two also walked out of the steps and came to the ground.

As far as the eye can see is a vast expanse of white.

The fog is thick, but it will not make people completely lose their way.

In the distance, Roger heard the sound of fighting.

The monsters that appeared here were all he had dealt with before, some he saw in the foggy world, and some he had handed over to the foggy cabin as trophies.

Just in time, Roger entered the foggy world while Henrik was making adjustments.

This was the first cursed place Roger had ever experienced, and even now he was well-informed, Roger was very surprised by the situation here.

As soon as the door was opened, a smart mist enveloped it.

Roger walked into the foggy street.

The Hunter's Hut has been upgraded several times in a row, and Roger is also not what he used to be, and he has gotten rid of the previous movement restrictions.

Traveling through the fog with ease, it didn't take long for him to come to the central area. Before Roger could enter, there was a sudden loud bang in the distance.

He looked intently, and heard dull footsteps at the other end of the foggy world.

With a move in his heart, Roger did not continue to explore, but rushed in the direction of the voice.

The entire foggy world is square, and the area inside is not large. It didn't take long for Roger to come to the other side of the foggy world.

This time, he did not flinch, but took the initiative to walk in the direction of the footsteps. Soon, the huge soles of his feet fell from the sky.

Boom boom boom!

Even though Roger's power has increased to the latter stage of the fourth stage, the hugeness of the close-up feeling at this time still makes him feel shocked.

Looking up along the thick ankle, because of the bonus of the hunter's hut, it is almost impossible to penetrate the fog here, and the impact on Roger has been minimal.

In fact, he could come in to check it before, but his strength was low at the time, and if he approached rashly, he would likely face some crises that could not be handled.

The sound was getting closer, and Roger finally saw what was on the soles of his feet.

Strong muscles, shiny like a rock, according to the proportions, this thing is absolutely beyond imagination.

His heart was pounding, and even when facing the Jackdaw Sword Master, Roger didn't have a similar mood.

This is caution about the unknown.

The air wave rolled over, and Roger's body rose into the air, and then he looked up along his thick calf.

Blood.

Mottled blood.

Further up, Roger saw the rolled skin and muscles, and the pale bones.

He was startled.

Because what was walking in front of him turned out to be a broken leg.

Judging from the trauma of the broken leg, such an injury should have been caused by someone twisting the limb abruptly and then tearing it off.

What kind of man can break the limbs of something so strong?

What terrifying power is that required!

This kind of power does not require any special ability, and can hit a building and level a mountain with a single punch.

Roger followed the footsteps forward, and even took the initiative to approach, his body jumped up and rushed up.

When a certain height is reached, an invisible barrier suddenly appears in the air.

As soon as his body struggled, Roger felt a strong resistance, but unlike when he faced this resistance at the beginning, Roger at this time was already qualified for a little confrontation.

But soon, the anti-shock force became bigger and bigger, and this fluctuation even made the entire foggy world tremble.

Reducing his strength, Roger fell from the sky, and then he followed the huge soles all the way to the edge of the foggy world.

The next second, the broken paw passed through the barrier and disappeared in front of Roger's eyes.

There was a mess around.

It was as if that thing had never happened.

"Mysterious world, mysterious rules."

After many experiences, Roger knew that not everything can be answered. The so-called foggy world may be a fragment of a once glorious world.

And that huge sole is the person who lives in that world.

Terrible vitality, I don't know how many years the thing has been dead, but it can still walk around strangely.

Roger didn't know what mechanism was behind it. If he could get rid of the surrounding barriers, he might be able to reach a completely unfamiliar place with the help of the huge sole of his foot.

Another world, or universe?

Looking back, everything that was damaged by the huge soles of the feet is being repaired at an extremely fast speed.

The fog became thinner, and the huge sole appeared only occasionally when the mist was full of mist. Roger felt that it might be necessary to understand the regularity of the appearance of the sole of his foot when he had time.

After throwing many thoughts out of his mind, he once again came to the core of the foggy world.

Crossing the open square to the central patio, looking down from a height, Roger saw the familiar chessboard.

As he got closer, the chessboard also changed.

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