The Divine Hunter

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Whether it's choosing a lot of money, or strengthening Arrondette, it's very attractive, but there are other ways, and the witcher can't think of other ways to increase magic power.

After careful consideration, he chose the third reward.

"I guessed your choice!"

The Lake Girl's slender fingers rubbed between her white teeth and flicked again.

A drop of round, golden blood flew out of her fingertips, flew to Roy, and swirled.

He moved his nose, and an intoxicating fragrance of grass and trees floated over, and after just one sip, his whole body was fluttering and warm, more attractive than the finest wines.

Roy stared at the blood drop, his Adam's apple squirmed uncontrollably, forcibly suppressing the desire in his heart.

"I am the daughter of the lake. Blood is rich in magic power. After adding special blessings, the effect is no less than a potion. Swallowing it will enhance magic power." Vivian winked at him playfully. "There is no need to feel any guilt. As a knight of Lake Vizima, the stronger you are, the safer I am."

Roy is no longer confused.

He opened his mouth and sucked, and the blood droplets in the air were sucked into his mouth.

This liquid is not as cold as lake water, but is comparable to human body temperature. It is warm and moist, with a faint smell of deep memory.

The witcher recalled it, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his body became more relaxed, and the thoughts in his mind became chaotic. As if returning to her mother's infancy, she hugged her knees and curled up spontaneously.

There was only a constant flow of warm liquid, like amniotic fluid, exchanging substances inside and outside of him.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Time flies in the magical transformation, like the quicksand at the fingertips that cannot be caught.

When the witcher woke up again, he only felt a chill all over his body, and when he looked up, he saw a full moon in the sky sprinkled with clear brilliance, reflecting his position.

The lonely and quiet Black Tern Island was empty of people except him, not even a single insect chirping was heard, and the silence was like a cemetery.

He stretched, and there was a crackling sound all over his body.

The crotch is also cool,

Looking down, I found that the surface of the skin was covered with a sticky lump of liquid. Peeling off this layer of mucus, the wound on the shoulder healed into strips of pink scars.

Having maintained a high-intensity exercise all the time, the witcher has a slender and well-proportioned figure, and his muscles are not underdeveloped, but he is strong and streamlined, full of explosive power.

He also has six well-proportioned abs.

But this presents a problem.

He was naked, like a naked loach—

On Black Tern Island in the middle of the night, the witcher stood in the cold wind with bewildered eyes. After a long time, there was a chuckle on the lake in the distance.

"The lady in the lake is punishing me for concealing it before?" He shook his head and sighed, "Think this can make it difficult for me?"

His thoughts were concentrated in the space, and in an instant, a brand new set of linen underwear appeared in his arms, with a wide hood and cloak attached.

He always likes to stock up on supplies just in case.

After washing his body in the lake water and changing into new clothes, he sat on a charred wooden stake to check the state.

A row of striking records appeared in the template——

"You drink the blessed blood essence (Lady Vivian of the Lake), and some of your attributes have been permanently improved."

Constitution: 11.8→12

Health: 158→160

Spirit: 12.5→14

Mana: 165→180

Charisma: 7→8

...

In one round of transformation, the attributes increased by more than two points, which is equivalent to the benefit of two upgrades, and the biggest increase is the spiritual attribute, which can alleviate the embarrassment of his lack of magic power.

However, his physique has only improved a little, and his charm has increased by a full 1 point. This is something he didn't expect.

With the reflection on the lake, the witcher's facial features did not change much, but some subtle adjustments were made. For example, the facial contour was a little softer, the skin was more delicate, and the dark gold pupils were brighter and deeper, as if hiding stars.

"Vivian is still so generous."

Roy couldn't help but think that since the blood of the lady in the lake can improve attributes, does the blood of the legendary dragon have a similar effect?

When you have the strength in the future, you must find a giant dragon to try.

...

After he understood all the changes in his body, most of the lights in the city of Vizima on the other side of the lake went out, and it quietly came to the second half of the night.

Using the moonlight to search among the water plants on the side of the island, I found a broken wooden boat. After a long time, I rowed to the shore of the lake, stepping on the wet mud and sand, and got into the woods on the shore of the lake, blowing the cold night wind. Staring into the dark night.

Roy got interested.

Now that the lake girl's troubles have been solved, it's better to try Karkestein's spell crystal.

The mind sinks into the template and summons the mount!

A flower in front of--

Surrounded by several clusters of bushes, in the clearing covered with moist green grass, the bright moonlight suddenly illuminated a beast the size of a calf and the body of a lion.

It curled its body and lay on its side, its two gray wings seemed to be feathers covering its back, and it rose and fell slowly with the snoring sound of "hu, hu".

Anjin's eyes swept over that body, and the witcher smirked, pounced on him and hugged the sleeping griffin firmly, buried his face in the pair of warm wings, and rubbed greedily, however, The smile on his face suddenly solidified.

Griffons have the bad ailments of most wild animals. They have a very heavy body odor. They have been locked in a cage for a long time, and they probably haven't bathed much during this period. The smell can literally kill a person.

The witcher rubbed it all, but it woke Golphin from his sweet dream.

"Goo!" With a low roar, it turned its head angrily, but when its big and black eyes turned to the familiar face, the momentum instantly died down, and the low roar in its mouth turned into a "woo woo" begging for mercy. squeaked, his neck pressed against the witcher's chest, and he lifted his head to lick his face.

"Hey—it stinks! Stop! Golfin, swallow your saliva, immediately, immediately!"

"Gollum-gollum-"

"That's right, good girl, you have to brush your teeth and take a bath every day from now on."

Roy rubbed the mane between his neck, dried the saliva on his face, clapped his hands and stood up, his eyes became deep——

Golfin

gender: female

Age: 6 months

Identity: Griffin

Life: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 6→7

Agility: 7→8

Constitution: 7→8

Perception: 7

Will: 6

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Hybrid beast (passive curing), predator (passive curing)

"Yes, the last time we parted, the attributes improved again." The witcher's left hand stretched out like a banner, issuing various commands.

"Squat down, stand up, spin in circles!"

Golphin, like a well-trained dog, carried out all commands meticulously.

"Very good, I'll give you an extra meal tomorrow, now make it harder. Run - sprint!"

"Hu-hu-"

There was a strong air current on the ground.

On the grass under the moonlight, a black-and-yellow beast ran wild with its head buried in it. Its running posture was different from that of ordinary quadrupeds. The two wide and thick wings in front of him are bulldozers. Every time they land on the ground, a pile of grass clippings and mud blocks will be raised, making a huge noise.

Roy rubbed his chin, and his eyes were shining. He was indeed a top predator. Even in his childhood, his speed and strength had greatly surpassed that of adults. The impact between these movements was no less than that of a carriage. Knock people out.

Even a witcher can't get enough if he gets hit by it.

"Well, the main attack method of the griffin should be pounce, and it will have to be trained in the future."

The only thing that made Roy dissatisfied was that it moved too much when running, and there was no horse at all, even the fluency of cats and dogs, which seemed very laborious.

"The real battlefield of the Griffin is in the sky."

Roy looked at the two huge wings again. He was half a year old. This thing can't be a decoration, can it?

"Fly, Golfing!"

"Gu?" In the owl-like cry, the Griffin's forward body slowed down, and the upper body instantly stood up. The two huge wings fluttered a few times in mid-air, the airflow was turbulent, and the gravel splashed.

In the next second, the eagle-headed lion-body monster rose from the ground, jumped to an altitude of three meters in an instant, slid forward awkwardly for about five meters, and then "popped" and fell to the ground like a broken kite.

"Come again!"

Run, take off, fall!

Repeat again.

"Gu... gu..." After I don't know how many times, Goerfen, who was dizzy from the fall, shook his body, conveying a feeling of frustration.

"Come here, good girl..." Roy patted his smooth and soft back, "You are still young, and you have been locked in a cage for too long, so it's normal to fly short."

"In the future, I will accompany you to train every day, and sooner or later you will be able to fly freely in the sky."

"Goo-goo-"

The witcher was talking, his blood was boiling in his chest, and when Goerfin had been trained well, he should also try the taste of heaven!

After Golfing rested for a while and regained his strength, the witcher straddled its back again, as if on a pony.

With its current size and state, manned flight is completely impossible. But manned running—

"Gu... gu..."

"Good boy, get moving and run to the lake!"

"Goo!"

There was an extremely strange scene by the lake of Vizima. A monster that was half lion and half eagle, carrying a demon hunter with golden pupils, circled back and forth around the lake, occasionally shouting in the night wind. Yelling, startling a group of animals.

After half an hour.

Roy jumped off the Griffin's back sweating profusely, rubbed his sore buttocks, and the Griffin also gasped and stuck out his tongue, exhausted.

Compared with riding a horse, riding a griffin is at least twice as bumpy, and you can't experience the thrill of galloping.

In just half an hour, Roy's buttocks were almost split, which was more painful than the first time riding a horse.

But he can also understand, because the combined body structure of the feline and the eagle - two hind legs and a pair of wings with talons at the end of the griffin, is destined to move close to the ground in a different way, and wants to be in it. Sitting firmly on the back requires considerable skill and a lot of training.

Even adding a saddle and reins won't help much

"Golfing is not suitable for ground riding."

The witcher understands that, in most cases, riding a griffin on the ground is better than relying on his own two legs to be convenient and flexible.

"Hopefully it does a little better in the sky."

"Cuckoo..."

"Tired? That's it for today! Before going home, I'll dress you up!"

With a bright smile, Roy took out the diamond-shaped magic crystal, the so-called random deformation stone.

"Stay on your stomach and don't move, relax and open your heart."

"Goo!"

Magic power -100, random deformation is activated!

A dazzling ray of light poured out of the crystal, and instantly enveloped Goerfen's body, as if overlapping clouds completely wrapped it and obscured the figure. There were faint arcs surging and the sound of "Ziz".

The whole process lasted for a minute. When the cloud of magic power dissipated, the half-lion half-eagle monster in front of Roy disappeared completely, and was replaced by a small animal with a big fist, with slender limbs like a frog and pink and tender fingers. The skin is translucent green.

Not only is it petite, it also seems to be a little stunted. Its head is surprisingly large, shaped like a catfish head, and its round eyes are two black gems set on it.

It stared at the witcher naively and affectionately.

"Half a murloc cub is a small animal? Kalkstein is such a talent!"

"Guru..."

Its slender, long mouth opened and closed, making vague calls, and the whiskers around its cheeks squirmed like earthworms.

The witcher grabbed its belly and lifted it up, and it tightly wrapped its limbs around the witcher's palm. The stubby tail behind the buttocks swayed lively, like a puppy that pleases its master.

"This looks much more cute, and it's good to feed... Wait for tomorrow, add some cold water to the tub to make your nest, and feed some dried fish. It's not bad to keep as a pet."

Roy recalled what he saw in the market square, "With a little training, I will take you to the street to perform acrobatics when I have time. Let's set up a tent, collect tickets at the door, and make some extra money. Customers are guaranteed to never get tired of seeing it.”

"At night, when you return to your original shape, train your flying and hunting skills, and prepare food by the way! How is it, Golfing, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

"Gulu..." The upside-down little animal blinked innocently.

Roy held it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it happily, threw it into the hood behind his head, and returned by night.

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