Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf

When Mary heard this, she suddenly thought of the little girl who was beaten all over by her biological father when they first met.

He touched her head with some distress and said softly:

"Ai Lin is not that kind of person..."

"I know," Yennefer interrupted, "but I just don't want to..."

"From the bottom of my heart I don't want to..."

Yennefer's voice was small, but she sounded stubborn.

Mary sighed upon seeing this, and after two seconds of silence, she patted her shoulder gently: "Then you can continue to practice your spell-casting gestures,"

"This is an important step towards the door of magic."

"Without the control of gestures and spells, the violent and difficult-to-train chaotic magic power will instantly ignite your body..."

Just say it.

Mary was about to go back to the house to refine sword oil.

At this time.

"Wait, Sister Mary..." Yennefer suddenly grabbed her hand.

"What's wrong?" Mary turned back in confusion.

"You...are you going to refine ghost oil?" Yennefer's tone was trembling, "On the way here a few days ago, I have been paying attention to your movements..."

"I think...I think..."

Yennefer's voice became increasingly dry.

But he seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage and said decisively: "I can also help..."

Mary wanted to refuse.

She also saw it in the past few days of getting along.

Although Yennefer is taciturn, she is actually very smart and has a maturity far beyond her years.

Her words were not simply meant to help.

It was more about not wanting to be sent to Kaer Morhen, a place she had never been to.

However, through the dim light in the gap of the black cloth, Mary saw those timid and stubborn violet eyes, and she seemed to see her past self in a trance.

My heart suddenly softened.

She stroked Yennefer's protruding back and said softly and playfully:

"Then let's come together..."

"Let me see how much you have learned along the way!"

…

On the other side, as soon as Aelin returned to the sanctuary, he couldn't wait to prepare the dwarf spirits, white zinnia petals and golem hearts that Blizzard needed.

Then I thought about it and didn't set up the cauldron in the icon room.

Instead, he walked to the corridor, close to the sanctuary door, and put down the crucible and other needed materials.

In addition to the blizzard, he also planned to refine a portion of the enhanced ghoul oil, dragon dream, moon dust and giant ghoul decoction that were prescribed yesterday to test the effects.

There is no harm in refining the decoction, sword oil and potion in the icon room.

But Dragon Dream and Moon Dust are both explosives after all. Even if the refining requirements are only Alchemy Level 2, there is still the possibility of accidents.

In order to prevent rumors from appearing in Elland that "the demon hunter blew up the millennium icon, and the May Day accident happened because of a bottle of magic potion", the demon hunter naturally had to find a good place.

The junction of the sanctuary gallery and the main door is a good one.

Far enough away from the Icon Room.

The place is large enough, the air is circulated, and the materials and fire on the ground are not affected by natural wind.

Perfect!

"Dong~"

The crucible was placed on the white, hard marble floor.

The demon hunter used his magic power and stroked the crucible with his right index finger.

"Wow~"

The alcohol in the glass bottle was immediately ignited, swaying with a faint blue light.

The refining difficulty of Blizzard is LV2, and the main difficulty is in processing the golem heart and stimulating magic power.

So it didn't even take half an hour.

As the golem's heart melted into the base liquid composed of dwarf alcohol and white azure flower petals, a burst of magic power suddenly gushes out from the melting point, arousing a white magic glow that blew violently against the crucible wall like frost and snow, and suddenly transformed into A pot of blue solution.

"Yes, yes, this is at least a blizzard."

The demon hunter nodded with satisfaction and poured the liquid in the crucible into the glass bottle he had prepared.

The refining cost of Blizzard is very high.

Dwarf spirits and white zinnia petals are both cheap, but Golem Heart, a high-energy material with both life and soul properties, is a magic material that needs to be processed multiple times just like Jazz Water.

Moreover, this processing method originated from the elves and is a core secret of the Ain Els.

certainly.

It’s not like there aren’t humans who know how to refine it, after all, the elves have even lost their country.

Lady Vera once mentioned it when she was giving Alchemy lessons to Arryn in Kaer Morhen.

It cannot be said that there are no alchemists who know how to refine the golem heart, but due to the difficulty of obtaining the formula and refining it, they are very rare.

It is so rare that only three people in the entire northern continent, except for the dwarfed elves, can refine it.

Except for the golem heart, the other steps to create a golem are much simpler.

Therefore, a golem heart actually means a powerful golem that is not as powerful as a sword or a gun, with one against a hundred.

therefore.

A golem heart costs at least 30,000 orens, which is much more expensive than Green Sigh.

And it is priceless.

After all, these are two powerful weapons in a secret laboratory that are enough to guard a powerful mage.

and.

Except for those obtained from elves' ruins and underground palaces, other golem hearts are monopolized in the hands of wizards, especially wizards, and there is no way for outsiders to obtain them.

certainly.

That's an outsider.

Aelin has Vera.

As some of the most skilled alchemists in the world and a top capitalist who owns several alchemy workshops...

Among the three alchemists in the entire northern continent who can refine the golem heart, the name of the bloody red fox happens to be there.

Demon hunters sometimes wonder whether every snap of the bloody red fox's fingers leads to an unfathomable "King's Treasure House" that stores all kinds of precious magic materials.

"But ten copies of Blizzard cost one thousand oren a bottle, which is not cheap."

"I hope it can be worthy of its own value..."

The witcher muttered something and picked up a bottle of Blizzard.

Um……

"Just finished refining, and it's still ice..."

The demon hunter rubbed the crystal bottle with some novelty, looked at it carefully for two seconds, and sighed.

"No wonder it's called a blizzard..."

Open the door to the sanctuary and walk out into the open space.

It was almost dusk, the evening breeze gently blew the trees, and the golden leaves on the treetops were twinkling.

"Gulu~"

The witcher took a deep breath and drank the potion in his hand.

The liquid went straight to the stomach along the esophagus, but the cold breath seemed to go from the stomach along the spine to the brain.

The next second.

The witcher opened his eyes.

now.

Not only were his pupils blue, but even the whites of his eyes were also dyed a somewhat transparent ice blue.

The blood vessels in the corners of his eyes bulged and pulsated as if they were about to burst.

The witcher felt the slight pain in his brain, which was stronger than drinking three bottles of cat's eye, and he knew...

With his current physique and detoxification ability, he can only drink two bottles of Blizzard at most.

certainly.

This is without counting the detoxification effect of the magic white honey.

"So...what about bullet time?"

The demon hunter looked around. Although the environment in front of him had slowed down a bit, it was still not as good as when he was in the demon hunting state.

However, he was not in a hurry, but felt the coldness gradually fading around his eyeballs for a second.

"laugh!"

With a movement of his right hand, he pulled out the dagger used for processing monster materials from his waist, and instantly slashed the back of his left hand.

"Buzz~"

The adrenal medulla on both sides of the waist secreted pheromones instantly, and the brain suddenly became cold.

This moment.

The rustle of the leaves in the wind stopped in my ears, and the golden leaves reflected by the setting sun in the distance seemed to be frozen for an instant.

But the piercing speed of the dagger in the demon hunter's right hand only slowed down by less than 10%.

"Zi——"

The sharp steel dagger pierced the back of the hand less than a micron and felt sluggish. Then due to the uneven force, it slid towards the wrist and drew sparks on the steel ring of the wrist guard.

Then the time in the world in front of the demon hunter returned to normal.

The coldness near the eyeballs seems to have been reduced by one third.

Aylin thought for a second, then raised the dagger in his right hand and stabbed his left hand again.

Time stopped again.

Another small cut appeared on the witcher's left hand.

After time resumed this time, he did not think but picked up the dagger and stabbed again.

But this time, time didn't slow down.

When the dagger was about to touch the back of his hand, it stopped instantly.

"After drinking Blizzard, you are in a quasi-activated state. The... well... let's call it Blizzard energy..."

"In the quasi-activated state, Blizzard's energy consumption will be very slow..."

"But once a crisis comes and bullet time is activated, the energy will be consumed quickly..."

"Based on the attack just now, this energy is only enough to block three attacks..."

The whites of the demon hunter's eyes have returned to their original appearance, but the protruding blood vessels in the corners of his eyes are gradually fading dark blue.

But Aylin didn't care.

Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the experience of using Blizzard just now.

"It's not so much the crisis that activates energy, but the pheromone secreted by the adrenal medulla, which is adrenaline..."

"Ordinary people may not be able to control this adrenaline, but after a certain amount of training, a demon hunter can definitely control the stimulation of bullet time through mutated organs..."

"If the talent were higher, or the training time was longer..."

"You can even control the speed of adrenaline production and the time of each bullet time to achieve the effect of entering bullet time multiple times at critical moments..."

"After entering bullet time, the time of the surrounding environment has been 'slowed down' to at least one-twentieth of its original value..."

"wrong……"

The witcher lowered his head to remember again.

"The 'slowing down' effect of time in the environment may not be fixed, but should be related to the individual's perceptual attributes..."

"You can give Vesemir a bottle in the next few days and let him try it and compare..."

"But if the 'bullet time' effect really increases with the improvement of attributes..."

The witcher swallowed.

"That's really too strong!"

Especially for Aelin.

Whether it is ice spear spell or demon hunting, you can get a huge increase from this potion.

With this potion, his overall strength can be increased by at least half.

"It is indeed a magic potion that can be used as the core of many demon hunter schools in the past life. Whether it is life-saving or attacking, the effect is unparalleled."

After thinking about the magic potion "Blizzard" for a while, how to match the skills and integrate it into his combat system.

The witcher was about to return to the corridor of the sanctuary to continue refining the remaining potion.

At this time.

Aylin's ears suddenly twitched, and then he turned his head to look in the direction of the garden.

"...There is a girl who was born into a royal family. She is the most beautiful one in their royal family..."

"...she wakes up every night in the stone castle and sleeps alone..."

"...No sound, not even that of the dead, can wake this sleeping beauty..."

"...Until a stranger comes from a far away country..."

…

Lysa walked from the garden carrying a basket covered with plaid linen, hopping and humming softly soothing tunes.

When the demon hunter saw this scene, he stopped and curled up his lips:

"I didn't expect that the dignified and mature Lysa has such a girly side..."

After a pause, he suddenly thought that Lysa seemed to be only sixteen years old now, and was indeed still a girl.

Then he couldn't help but think of her life experience and sighed softly.

"Ai Lin!!!" An incredulous exclamation came from a distance, interrupting his inner emotion, "Why are you here?"

The witcher looked up.

Lysa held the basket in one hand and covered her mouth in surprise with the other, standing at the door of the garden.

She seemed to have just seen Aylin.

But before the demon hunter could speak, the little priest seemed to suddenly notice something.

She walked several steps toward the sanctuary, then stared at the witcher's face and asked in a panic:

"Aelin, what's wrong with your face?"

"It's okay..." The demon hunter waved his hand, "I just finished testing the effects of a magic potion..."

Seeing that the worry on the little priest's face did not diminish, he thought for a while and explained:

"The magic potions of witchers are basically like this. It may seem scary now, but it will disappear naturally after a while."

"Really?" Lysa still couldn't believe it.

Now the dark blue veins are spreading out of the corners of the demon hunter's eyes, and the pale, bluish face looks like a corpse...

Make him look like a demon-possessed villain in a chivalric novel.

Seeing that it was not clear enough to explain, Ailin simply took out a bottle of "white honey" from the reagent bag and drank it with a gulp.

Not a few seconds passed.

The protruding blood vessels on the demon hunter's face quickly disappeared, and his complexion gradually became normal.

At this time.

The worried look on the little priest's face did not completely dissipate.

After looking back and forth between the corner of the demon hunter's eyes and the empty bottle in his hand for a few times, she considered the prophecy and advised softly:

"Ai Lin, the priest who teaches herbology and medicine in the temple said..."

"All drugs that can improve physical fitness, strength, agility and other effects in a short period of time are harmful to the human body..."

"If not necessary, try...try not to take too much..."

"It's okay." Aylin smiled gently.

"But how could you be fine the way you looked just now?" The little priest became a little anxious, swaying the basket and subconsciously taking a step forward.

Which priest who saw Ailin's appearance just now would think it was okay?

"It's really okay," the demon hunter sniffed the sudden fragrance of carnation flowers. Because of the sudden approach and loud questioning of the little priest, he instinctively took a half step back and hurriedly explained:

"I'm a witcher, not a human."

"The toxins in the potion will be metabolized quickly."

Lysa was stunned when she heard this.

I am a witcher, not a human...

Demon hunters... aren't they human?