Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The demon hunter's eyes glowed with yellow light. Like a cat, he stepped lightly on the gravel path leading to the main building of the manor. If the surrounding lawns and trees were not troubled by this curse, they would be very different.

It's a nice scenery, but it's a pity that there is nothing but deathly silence. A few crows flew over and circled around Geralt.

He narrowed his eyes, not liking this suggestion very much - crows would only do this to people who were about to die, and they were scavengers. The witcher snorted, turned a blind eye to them, and continued to move forward.

Following Guileodo's words, he went around to the back of the manor and found a statue of the goddess Meriteri among the dry trees. This statue carved after her carefree girl was full of cracks.

, even covered with vines. Obviously, this cannot be done in a year.

The demon hunter's nose moved. The poison of the potion brought him closer to the level of a monster. Therefore, his senses were strengthened to a certain extent. He could clearly smell the putrid smell coming from the ground.

Looks like they didn't bury you deep enough, El.

He made the gesture of Alder's Seal, and his tyrannical telekinesis exploded. With the blessing of the potion, it went to a higher level, easily blowing away the soil, revealing a corpse underneath.

He was highly decomposed, with bits of rotten flesh hanging between the bones. His eyes were gone, leaving only two dark eye sockets, staring at the sky, with some bugs crawling around in his wide-open mouth. Geralt

Then he made the Igni Seal, and raging flames spurted out from his hands, giving the corpse a fire treatment.

The rotten flesh and bugs were burned to char. Geralt added a gentler Alder to disperse them, and then cast a Quen on himself. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the corpse up.

He didn't look strange, just an ordinary human corpse - Geralt thought, and then, as if to laugh at his thoughts, the corpse started to move in the next second.

El's body was originally laid flat on the ground. Now, his skull turned around, his jaws began to collide, making a clicking sound, and he even raised a hand to try to grab the witcher's trouser leg——

Geralt raised his leg and crushed his head with his foot.

His action seemed to anger the evil spirits in the manor. The windows of the manor began to open and close on their own, shattering all the glass in the collision. The fragments flew towards the witcher in the air. Geralt dodged and hid.

Passing through a dangerous portion of glass, he formed a Quinn seal with his fingers and continued to maintain this posture. A light yellow shield unfolded in front of him.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the color of Quen's shield became lighter and lighter. Seeing something bad, Geralt immediately took a step aside, moved his fingers slightly, and the Arden sigil appeared on the ground, and the flying glass

Immediately slowed down, Geralt avoided them and walked towards the main building of the manor.

He approached the unknown building itself and took a closer look. The exterior walls were originally white, but now some are black, some yellow, and even dark red in some places. It is not difficult to imagine what happened here. Omit

The exterior walls were full of cracks, and the glass windows were now all broken. He could not see anything through the windows. Even though the sun had been obscured by dark clouds, it was not yet night and there was still light.

Geralt kicked open the back door of the main building and walked in. A putrid smell immediately entered his nostrils. It was not a simple stench, but some other terrible smells mixed together. At that moment, the witcher hoped

He didn't have a nose, but he still stopped over. Quen's yellow light kept spinning on him, and the dragon leather armor also gave him confidence. The witcher continued walking inside.

There's nothing much to say about the first floor. It might have once been a magnificent place with an endless stream of guests, but now there's nothing left - he didn't even see a mouse. Logically speaking, this kind of place would become their playground.

Geralt stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase. He looked up. His night vision did not allow him to see clearly what was in the darkness.

The demon hunter held the silver sword and planned to understand the environment on the first floor first. He walked to the right, and a putrid smell that was stronger than before passed into his nose. Fortunately, he was mentally prepared and had some

After getting used to the smell here, he just frowned in discomfort. He looked around and felt that this should have been a kitchen or something.

Some things that were so rotten that it was impossible to tell what they were originally were left on the thick wooden cutting board. The plates were shattered on the floor, half of the cupboard door fell to the ground, and Geralt saw several kitchen knives resting on the ceiling.

His eyes stayed on the kitchen knives for a while, and then returned to the ground. The Witcher moved cautiously, his steps were very gentle, and he made no sound even if he stepped on the fragments of the plate.

Passing through the kitchen, he saw the chandelier in the front hall lying on the ground. The stairs on both sides had the same structure as the back hall, but there was a painting hanging in the middle of the stairs in the front hall. It was a woman with no face, who was deliberately held captive.

Lost. Apart from that, every detail of her is lifelike, including her white arms and neck. The artist's technique is very powerful - for some reason, Geralt decided to let this painting go.

.

He continued to move forward and opened the door on the other side. It was a small reception room with the wall peeling off. There was a desiccated corpse lying among the overturned sofas and coffee tables, with a knife stuck in his chest. Jero

As Te slowly approached, the body suddenly sat up. Only then did Geralt see that she was a woman.

At least in life.

She opened her mouth, exposed her teeth, and let out a scream from her throat. Countless bugs poured out of her mouth and rushed towards the demon hunter, but they were completely burned by the flames in mid-air.

Their corpses made a crackling sound. Half of the Witcher's face illuminated by the fire was red. His face was expressionless, and there was nothing but calmness in his cat eyes.

After the bugs were burned, he removed Igni, and the body lay back down, as if she had never sat up before. Geralt didn't take advantage of her, and he went up and cut off her head with a sword,

By the way, I added an Igni and burned her to ashes.

"Cough..." The demon hunter coughed. He looked at his gloves. There was a ball of black blood there, which was exactly what he coughed up just now. The poison was too strong. If it was not dealt with quickly, he might not be able to kill him.

The evil spirit will be poisoned before it dies.

After making the decision, he no longer hesitated, turned around and left the reception room, intending to go directly to the second floor to find out.