The Divine Hunter

On a midsummer night, the dazzling stars dotted the dark sky, the moonlight fell like water, the breeze murmured and blew across the vast plain, and in the grass and treetops, the low humming of crickets, toads, and cicadas rustled. .

At night, occasionally there are a pair of green pupils wandering around.

"Well--"

"woke up?"

"Lesso, how long have I slept?" Roy struggled to sit up. He was sitting on a simple mattress made of grass clippings, surrounded by a bonfire.

The flying lion monster armor on his body was replaced, and a white bandage was wrapped around his right chest and abdomen.

Leto sat next to him, throwing dry wood into the bonfire one after another, while the Oaks brothers and Phillis lay quietly across from them.

"It's almost ten hours, and it's almost midnight now." Lesso took a rabbit leg roasted to golden brown and fragrant meat from the grill and handed it over, "Eat some, you need a lot of nutrition to recover from the injury. ."

"My injury... how is it?" Roy tried to move his waist and neck, but he didn't want to pull the wound, and the familiar stinging pain came up again.

He glanced at the attribute panel, and his health had risen to 40%, but his serious injury status was still striking.

"Fractured a rib but no dislocation or liver damage, good luck."

"By the way, we have taken care of your wounds while you were in a coma. You will have to rest for about a month. During this period of time, just be patient with me. Remember, any strenuous activities, including swordsmanship training, are prohibited!"

"One month?" Roy took a bite of the barbecue with a frown, "If I can't move for so long, won't my bones rust?"

Roy glanced at the template, and it was not far from the upgrade. Before arriving at the Baron, he might be able to gain enough experience with the power of Golfing to get rid of the predicament of being injured.

"Be content, little brat, if you change to an ordinary person, you will have to rest for at least three months, and it is very rare to survive a dangerous battle." Lesuo raised his eyebrows, "It takes time to get used to things like recuperation. it is good."

Roy touched the burn on his left hand lightly, but he lost his appetite.

"If you really feel bored, you might as well do some other training, such as using your brain to summarize experience, reviewing previous battle experiences, and try not to leave mistakes for the next battle... To a certain extent, this process of correcting mistakes is more important than the battle itself. More important." Leto looked at the jumping bonfire, "It's boring, but it keeps you alive."

Roy just nodded.

"By the way, you should have learned a lot from fighting that big red-skinned man this afternoon."

Roy licked the oil stains on his palms like a cat and regained his spirits, "Of course, there is an old saying - can't kill me, then make me stronger!"

The chat between the two alarmed the other companions.

"How is it, Roy, does the wound still hurt?" Oaks sat down next to his little brother, shook the cowhide wine bag in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Would you like to take a drink with me and take a break? ?"

"It's no big deal... It's just that you can't exercise vigorously for a short period of time,

Roy smelled the pungent smell of wine and rolled his eyes, "Keep the wine for you to enjoy. "

"Are you an idiot?" Serrit, who was next to him, grabbed the wine bag unceremoniously and took a gulp. "Bone is injured, and he is still drinking. Do you want him to lie down for two more months? And get along with each other. After so long, you still don't understand? This kid is not good at your strong drink at all!"

"You idiot! The spirits can drive away the evil in the wound and relieve the pain! Are you my brother? Why don't you understand my good intentions? And...I warn you...get the wine back! Quickly! Stop! Please, leave me a mouthful!"

Looking at the two brothers who started bickering again, the onlookers were amused and slightly envious.

No matter how hard the battle is, it is probably an innate talent to maintain such a good and optimistic attitude.

I just don't know if this happiness can last forever.

...

The Oaks brothers were intact, and Leto was also uninjured, but it was hard to hide his tiredness. This was the aftermath of the potion and excessive physical energy consumption.

Phryus's luck was not so good, and the murmur's bizarre combo ripped his leather armor and made the ragged beggar even shabby.

Through these gaps, you can see that his upper body is wrapped in dense bandages, and the blood seeps out from the center of the bandage.

However, this guy's ability to endure pain is far beyond ordinary people. After such a serious injury, he looks like a normal person. He calmly put on the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, covered his bruised cheeks, and slowly wiped his weapons and oiled them. maintainance.

Carl squatted beside him like a puppy, watching the teacher's movements curiously, and glanced at Roy from time to time.

It seems that she has completely escaped from the dream of the lady in the forest.

"We have completely torn our face with those three old witches, and then we will enter Willen again." Phryus said casually, "There is no doubt that the three witches will prepare a grand welcome ceremony for the '."

Oakes threw the shriveled wine sack to the Cat Pie witcher, and then said with a smirk, "Brother Owl, as I said, there's nothing to be afraid of those ugly monsters, didn't Serrit and I almost kill one of them? Nothing more than that.”

"Next time we return to Willen, we want more than one hand!"

"What's the point?" Serret said angrily, "Mrs. Forest's magic power comes from the land of Velen, and their strength will be greatly reduced if they leave the border of Velen. In the afternoon battle, we only took advantage of it. It's so cheap..."

He mused, "They don't have a chance to summon the Wild Hunt, that's the biggest threat!"

Speaking of the Wild Hunt Snake Sect, everyone fell silent for a moment.

They deeply understand the horror of this mortal enemy.

After a short silence, Roy accidentally touched the wound, coughed abruptly, and his face flushed.

"You are seriously injured, is the next road still okay?"

"I'm not the young master of a noble family. I'm not as arrogant and squeamish as you think. It's definitely no problem to ride a horse...cough, cough..."

"Why don't you open a portal," Oakes winked at Roy, "You are not very close to Rita Ned, or before we arrive at the Baron de la Valledi, you can ask She's here to open a portal, she'd love to!"

"Trial on the journey, continue next time when you are free!"

"Coral still has her own work to do in Karak, so she didn't have time to come here on purpose." Roy shook his head, "Don't bother her with such trivial matters..." Then his eyes rolled.

"Don't just talk about me, you have a good relationship with Kayla Maze, why don't you invite her over?"

Oakes sneered, "It's just a short-term romantic relationship, everyone gets what they need... Besides, she should be busy helping Foltest with official business now."

So far, both sides have kept silent about the sorceress.

"Vulture..." Leto glanced at Phrius and his apprentice, and pondered, "You have seen the situation, Roy is injured, after arriving at the Baron tomorrow, I am afraid we will stay for a while and wait for him. Take care of your wounds, if you have something urgent..."

"Exactly, I want to recover..." Phrius took off his sunglasses, his gray-green pupils swept around the snake demon hunter, and then drank the spirits that Oakes handed him, shrugged, "And we Didn't you make an appointment a long time ago, to Novigrad together, Karl also needs some of your tips."

Immediately, the witchers looked at each other and smiled.

The battle of life and death in the afternoon brought the relationship between the two schools closer.

...

"Everyone, before meditating, let's finally take a look at today's harvest..."

Leto put a bunch of things next to the campfire: a fist-sized induced mutant, a pair of dark, curved and sharp horns, a large, simple, magical heart, all from Roy The slain demon Fogarth.

An arm with only three fingers, covered with lesions and stains, bloated fat and tissue hyperplasia, a huge dark spoon over two meters in length and over 100 pounds in weight, which was obtained from the cooking woman;

Finally, there are three acorns interwoven with gold dust on the skin, exuding a faint patina, taken from the Corrupted Oak Arendelle on the top of Balder Mountain.

"Owl, you can choose two." Leto said generously, Roy and the Oaks brothers also nodded.

Originally, according to the previous style, all the spoils were kept by the chief manager Roy, but now that there are more masters and apprentices, it is not appropriate to do this again.

Possessing the spoils may lead to animosity with this mighty cat-sect witcher... that's not worth the harm.

"Induced mutants, when Karl becomes an official witcher in the future, it will definitely be useful. You can think about it... The devil's horns are an excellent weapon material, and Belengar will probably like... The devil's heart, it should be able to Sold a good price to the warlock...the cook's hand...unknown purpose."

Roy tried to use observation, only to see a row of "unknown strange things full of magic", turned around and smiled at Carl, who was full of curiosity and wide-eyed, "I don't know what it is for, I have to ask for advice. Warlocks, or other learned scholars, I don't think that's of any use to you right now,"

He touched the black sinking spoon that was slightly cool in his hand, "This big guy is quite sturdy, but it can be smelted into weapon materials...but it's quite difficult to carry!"

Then, everyone's eyes locked on the three attractive acorns.

The witchers remembered the description of Kungulan, the heart of the tree, "the golden acorns of the sacred oak tree, eat to strengthen the body and prolong life."

The little boy Carl stared straight at the acorn, licking his lips like a glutton.

"Is it fragrant or not, do you want to eat it?" Phrius patted the head. The apprentice in front of him is very thin and weak. If his physique can be strengthened, there is no doubt that his chances of surviving in the green grass trial will be greatly improved.

"Xiang...I..." Karl looked expectant, and then lowered his head shyly under the piercing gazes of several big men.

"Frius, Karl, I'd be happy to give you the golden acorn, but I must first emphasize that this thing can't be eaten casually..." Roy held an acorn in front of everyone, and under the firelight, it was golden The shell is more eye-catching.

Roy was also exposed to this kind of thing for the first time. "The heart of the tree didn't explain it completely. The golden acorn can indeed enhance his physique and help Carl survive the trial of green grass... But it has great side effects..." Roy paused. A row of information appeared in front of him.

"Forgotten Acorn"

Fagaceae Quercus

Year: 204

Where it grows: Willen Adselbyn, Mount Baldur, Sacred Oak Arendelle.

Efficacy: Swallowing the pulp directly will quickly heal serious injuries and increase 3-5 points of physical attributes.

Note: Due to the absorption of some of the toxicity of the Corrupted Oak, eating this acorn will cause a certain degree of damage to the brain. When the user's physique is lower than 20 points, most of the memory will be permanently lost.

When the user's constitution is higher than 25 points, it will be immune to negative poison.

When the user's constitution is higher than 30 points, it will not produce any effect after taking it.

...

Roy was lost in thought, unable to observe the physical attributes of the snake demon hunters, and dared not take them casually, otherwise he would lose his memory and it would be a big problem.

And he-

"Can full recovery remove the negative effects of memory loss? No doubt. But I'm afraid I even forgot the template."

After careful consideration, he felt that it was best to temporarily seal it as a trump card when he was seriously injured and dying.

And when the physique is improved to a certain level before using it, the benefits can be maximized.

"What negative effects?"

"Remember the legends we heard?" Roy said slowly, "Every spring at the Balder Mountain Night Banquet, Mrs. Lin invites three young boys and girls to have a tryst, and when the three return the next morning, they will forget about the past. All memories, including my own name, and then start another life with joy."

"What do you mean..." The witchers were a little surprised,

"That's right, the three boys and girls should have taken this forgotten acorn, but the age is far less than these three."

"Boy, where did you know this?" Serret wondered, "Have you never eaten it?"

"Well, I was just an inference," Roy said helplessly, "but it must have strong side effects."

After some deliberation, Flius took a "Forgotten Acorn" for Karl, but he seemed to have other considerations and did not let the boy eat it hastily.

In addition, he declined the remaining spoils, and Roy integrated these things into his personal space.

The personal space, which has been upgraded once, is four cubic meters in size, and contains various items such as daily necessities, herbs, processed monster organs, crossbow arrows, etc., and there is still a considerable amount of open space.

"What are you going to do with that blood gem?" Leto was referring to the blood gem that absorbed the soul of Kungulan, the tree heart.

Roy squeezed it in the palm of his hand.

"Didn't I say that? Since Kungulan claims to be a Druid," Roy thought, "then I'll give it back to the Druid. There must be a way for these sons of nature to be rescued."

"Most druids follow the way of nature and live in seclusion in the wilderness, protecting precious animals and plants. Their whereabouts are extremely mysterious. Are you sure you can find them?"

These spellcasters, skilled in manipulating the weather and plants, are few and far between, and are in the same situation as witchers.

"I happen to know someone, and I will find a chance to give him something."

"Who are you referring to?"

Roy smiled mysteriously, "Remember Geralt?"

"The white-haired guy who made a Novigrad covenant with us?" Lesotho rubbed his shiny bald head. He and Geralt only had one relationship. It was during that meeting that Roy hurriedly proposed a demon hunt. Fraternity concept.

"That's right, because of Geralt, I met a druid...on the border of Brock Leon..."

Druid Mossac (Ermia), an old acquaintance of Geralt, and advisor to the two allied nations of Sintra and Skellige.

When Mossac was ordered by Queen Calanthe to go to Brock Leon Forest to retrieve Ciri, he happened to meet Roy and Geralt who were escorting Ciri.

The witcher was able to get acquainted with the tall old man.

As the elder of the Skelly Jedruid Circle, Moth Sack is powerful and knowledgeable.

The most important thing is to have a kind and peaceful disposition, with a kind of compassion and compassion. If you hand over the sacred acorn to him, there is a high probability that you will get a decent reward.

After discussing the itinerary roughly, everyone entered into meditation.

For the next few days, the sky was overcast and gray, and the air was extremely humid.

Because of the need to take care of the wounded Roy, the group moved slowly, but they still arrived at the border between Redania and Temeria in the Baroniality of La Valledi before noon on the third day.

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