The Divine Hunter

The morning light shone through the mottled iron windows of the tower, revealing the worm-eaten tapestry.

In the infiltrating cold wind, Roy woke up from the best wooden bed on the top floor of Kyle Mohan.

As the youngest of the eight witchers, and taking into account the duties of a cook and a dishwasher, he was placed in the best room by a group of elder brothers and elders.

Nonetheless, this bedroom remains faithful to the understated style of the Wolf Pie. There are hardly any furnishings or furniture, just a bed made of wooden boards, a suitcase and a chair. There are also some animal furs hanging on the walls and wooden doors, including wolves, stags, lynxes and so on that the wolf pie hunts on weekdays.

Roy rarely enjoyed a dark and sweet sleep instead of meditating all night.

At the same time, he sorted out Kyle Mohan's plan.

The primary purpose is to form an alliance with the wolf faction. Although Leto and the others thought that it was the first time they were guests, it was enough to reach a mutual aid agreement with the wolf faction.

But he still had to do his best to promote the idea of ​​the Witcher Brotherhood to Kyle Morhen and pull them into the team.

After all, it was only a little over a year away from the First Northern War, and time was waiting for no one.

Second, he must make good use of Kyle Morhan's lost blueprint to gain the trust of the Wolf faction.

The locations of the six blueprints were all recorded in Roy's mind, not far from the castle, and it was easy to find.

Finally, try to get the wolf pie mutation formula. Roy already has the flying lion monster, cat pie, and snake pie formula, so this task is not in a hurry.

There are also some side-by-side tasks, such as visiting the Ring of Elements, meeting the old spearhead of the Cyclops as the wolf faction badge trial level, finding a remote place to try to summon evil spirits, and communicating with the wolf faction about swordsmanship and spells. New thing.

If Roy remembers correctly, the wolf faction has more than five seals.

"I don't know if those guys got up."

Last night, the adults of the two schools exchanged their experience of picking up girls in the middle of the night. If it weren't for the fortress of Kaer Mohan, in the deep mountains and forests, this group of night owls would probably be unable to restrain themselves from going out to have fun together.

Putting on his armor, he picked up his two swords, and stuffed the little black pig of Golfin into the hood, who was still sleeping.

The young witcher stepped out of the wooden door, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Little thing, it's quite heavy."

The wind blows from between the fertile fields and the ridge like an ice blade, perfectly showing the amazing power of the Blue Mountains in winter.

The big banyan tree in the courtyard is like a shivering old woman, with withered arms sprinkled against the wind and scattered leaves all over the sky.

And on the side of the training ground under the corner, there was a strong man who had been training in the morning against the cold wind.

His swordsmanship stance is very solid. He raises the long sword straight above his head with both hands, his shoulders are relaxed, his upper body is neutral, and his feet are in a T-step. Just standing still gives people a feeling of mountain-like calmness.

After he took two steps forward slowly, he dealt with the imaginary enemy in his mind for a second, and the steel sword suddenly slashed from top to bottom.

A bright white line swept across the air.

The man's powerful blow slashed the air, and a harsh sound of breaking the air sounded, and the flying leaves were blown away by the violent airflow.

The sturdy and unforged blade slashed to a horizontal position, and then suddenly stopped, as if a giant was carrying a hill.

A majestic and determined aura was about to emerge.

The man stopped, raised his hands diagonally upwards, the hilt of the sword stood on the outside of his left face, and the sharp tip of the sword maintained a slight slope, forming an extremely standard bull-stance.

The strong body is like a bow full of strings, and the steel sword is his arrow, focusing on the enemy in the void.

"Swish"

The steel sword stabbed forward like lightning, and the sturdy figure jumped forward, like a beast coming out of the gate.

A few meters away in one step, the fallen leaves all over the ground danced with him.

Roy, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help blinking his eyes. Even though the man had his back to him, the thrust seemed to be coming towards him.

The air is suppressed to the extreme.

He tensed up quietly.

The swinging of the sword continued.

The steel sword retreated to the waist in a plow position.

The man began to dance the sword more quickly, turning his wrist and stepping forward,

The blade circled around him.

Another lap.

The sword's momentum is endless, like a gust of wind and rain.

The sword light filled the entire training ground.

But his spin is different from the agility and precision of an owl.

Each step of his step is larger, the steel sword is pressed lower, the range is wider, and the sense of power is full.

In the twisting body, various changes are interspersed smoothly, such as upswing, downslashing, and thrusting.

The sword style changes to the extreme.

Roy was dazzled.

The breath-taking sword-fighting combo lasted for five minutes.

"Huh" The man let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and squeezed out an ugly smile from his sweat-soaked cheeks. The sweat was steaming up, and the huge scar on his right face made it even more hideous.

"Good morning, Escal, got up so early to train, are they still sleeping?"

"I'm used to it. I don't move a little every morning. I feel uncomfortable. Don't you rest for a while? Would you like to practice together?"

The man picked up the training sword by the wooden comb pile and threw it away.

Roy took the sword and danced a sword flower, then took the sword and stepped into the training ground.

In front of the left foot and behind the right foot, the wooden sword stood on the side of the right waist, and the tip of the sword locked the scar-faced man's throat.

ten minutes later.

The Snake Witcher was sweating profusely, leaning against the wooden comb post with a deep face.

Snake faction double swords are tricky and tricky, cat faction is precise and deadly, and wolf faction is varied.

But no matter which school, no matter who he competes with in swordsmanship, he is always the one who was abused, and has little power to fight back.

Of course, the premise is that only swordsmanship can be used.

"I heard from Leto that you have only started for more than a year, and it is quite good to be able to practice to this point." Escal patted his shoulder with admiration and handed the water bladder. "When I was fifteen or sixteen years old, it took a lot of effort to kill a ghoul, and my swordsmanship was not as good as yours. There is no doubt, Roy, you will be the leader of the Snake Sect in the future."

"If you lose, you lose, you don't need to comfort me Escal, take the liberty to ask," Roy took a sip of the water bag, his brows stretched, and it wasn't actually water, but a slightly sweet green liquid, like Some kind of juice that quenches thirst and replenishes physical strength, "In Kyle Mohan, which of the four of you is the strongest?"

"Battles change rapidly, affected by physical and psychological factors, there will be great fluctuations, I can only give a rough idea," Escal leaned back against the stake, and rubbed his middle-parted hair in difficulty, "Anyway, Lambert is a The weakest one, including swordsmanship and seal, because he is the youngest, he has not yet reached the golden age of the witcher."

"When it comes to swordsmanship, Vesemir is the worthy number one Geralt is not bad."

Roy nodded. After all, the old man was three times older than them. He mastered various styles of swordsmanship and had rich experience in actual combat.

"I'm only in the middle of the pack," Escal said. "Give them up when they're fighting."

"Master Escal, you are too modest. In my opinion, your swordsmanship is not inferior to Geralt's." Roy had seen White Wolf's swordsmanship in Brock Leon, which was as graceful as dancing.

And Iskar is even wilder.

"Master Escal, after practicing swordsmanship, can you guide me with the seal?"

"Let's not talk about guidance. Let's exchange experience with each other. You should use all the seals you have mastered, and let me see."

In the spacious courtyard, the black-haired, golden-eyed young witcher kept making strange gestures in mid-air with the five fingers of his left hand, releasing the seal toward the rotating dummy.

Five kinds of spells are flickering, rising yellow Quinn, purple Arden, red Igni, cyan Axhi, blue Arder

To form a cycle, Roy used one round without stopping.

"Stop, that's enough. Roy, you gave me another surprise." Escal crossed his arms around his chest, and his amber pupils were full of surprise, "I just passed the grass trial, and I have such exquisite magic control. Unlimited."

"Well, there is absolutely no problem with your seal release. The movements are very standard, but you are not skilled enough. You need a lot of uninterrupted practice to further shorten the release time."

Roy wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, because the blood of the ancients enhanced the affinity of the elements, his control of the seal has been greatly improved compared to before.

"But I don't understand that your teacher only taught you the five seals?" Escal asked.

"To be exact, the Snake faction has mastered a total of five Dharma seals." Roy smiled when he heard this, raised his head, like a student waiting for guidance with anticipation, and said respectfully, "Listen to what you mean, does it still exist? The sixth seal?"

"It's not a secret, it's okay to tell you." Escal raised his chest and paced the yard, "In addition to the five seals you just cast, there is also a Heliotrope. French seal."

"It is similar to Quinn, but the Quinn Seal is mainly used to resist physical blows and Helios is used to defend against elemental energy, which is also magic. It has good resistance to fire, lightning, and freezing."

"Wolf faction, just masters this seal."

After all, there is a living fossil of Vesemir, and it is not surprising that the wolf faction has more seals than the snake faction.

Escal's thick palm stood in front of him, and his five fingers quickly made a strange gesture. The index and ring fingers were close to the palm, the little finger was half bent, and the thumb and middle finger were straight.

"Swish"

Without the need for a spell, the palm pushed lightly, and two opposing black triangle charms appeared in the air.

The black light on the spell spreads, covering the witcher's body, constantly circulating.

It looked weird and terrifying as it flashed across his pale cheeks.

"Roy, is there any magic left? Give me an Igni seal"

The young witcher immediately outlined with five fingers, pushed his left palm forward, and an orange fire snake jumped out of his palm, licking Escal's body.

Fiery red and jet black collide.

The former instantly turned into nothingness, and the black light still flickered, only slightly dimmed.

Roy took back the seal, and a flash of excitement flashed on his face.

If it is replaced by Quinn, even if it is cast by Serrit, who is the most proficient in the Seal of the Serpent, he will still be instantly burned by his Igni.

And Heliotrope seems to be able to resist a hit or two.

This anti-magic seal is definitely a necessary ability to deal with magical creatures, which perfectly fits the identity of the enemy of Roy Mage.

He will never let go.

"The sixth seal of Master Escal really has its own uniqueness. It's a bit presumptuous to say that, but can it be possible?" Roy asked halfway through,

Not far from "Kaz", the huge wooden door of the main castle was pushed open.

A group of witchers poured out one after the other.

The white light from outside the house fell on their faces, revealing a bunch of large or small dark circles.

Oakes stretched and said carelessly, "Hey, Roy, Escal, what are you two doing up so early?"

"Ox, did Quint get blinded yesterday? It's not clear," Lambert said disdainfully. "The most diligent people from the two schools are just getting together to train."

"As seniors of the Snake faction, you are not as hardworking as a student. Should you reflect on yourself?"

"Come on, Lambert," Oakes shook his head, "everyone in the room, including you, slept in, don't you feel ashamed, just because the wind is blowing, and the spinning stakes over there are suitable for hanging yourself. "

The witcher quarreled into a pot of porridge.

Vesemir went straight over the dilapidated stone ladder under the big banyan tree, nodded at Roy, and glanced at the training swords scattered around the stakes.

"Good morning, young man, how's the communication? Did this guy Escal bully the small?"

"Actually, I was just asking the master about the Heliotrope seal, and then"

The Snake faction at the gate raised their ears.

Just mastering the five Dharma seals has always been a headache for the Snake Sect. Now that I suddenly hear the sixth seal, who will not be moved?

"So have you learned?" Vesemir looked at the young witcher, his eyes warm and encouraging.

"Sorry, my aptitude is dull, and there are still some things I don't understand."

"Escal, what are you doing standing still?" Vesemir said, blowing his beard, "I limit you to teach Roy the Seal within a week."

"Don't! Master Vesemir, thank you for your kindness." Lesso immediately stood beside Roy and said apologetically, "This kid doesn't understand the rules and asks the secrets of your faction without authorization."

"Don't pay attention to him, the seal is so precious, how can you easily give it to someone?"

Roy turned and rolled his eyes.

This bald man doesn't push the boat and makes himself a bad guy?

"Okay, Leto, there's no need to blame this good, studious and motivated boy." Vesemir said happily, "Since you brought a bunch of gifts yesterday, the sixth seal should be returned as a gift."

"Master Vesemir, is the Snake Pie the kind of person who takes advantage of others?" Serrit also added to retort, "We're just sending some worthless furs."

"I'll do it if I say it. Anyway, there are only four people left in Kyle Mohan. They have a simple spellcasting technique, and they are still hidden. Is it possible that they will be brought into the coffin to be buried with them later?!"

See each other's attitude so clear.

The Snake faction silently accepted it.

And Roy couldn't help but admire Vesemir even more.

"As expected of an old man with such a mind."

"Since you gave me the seal, then I will also give you a big gift!"

In his heart, only by abandoning the differences between schools of witchers, and opening up various materials such as seals, swordsmanship, alchemy, and blueprints to each other, rather than cherishing the broom, can the overall power truly develop.

Vesemir clearly has this kind of courage.

But I just don't know if he can accept the Brotherhood's philosophy.

Vesemir glanced at the people of the wolf faction, "Escal is in charge of Roy, and we will also exchange French and Indian experience with several masters."

Next, in the dilapidated courtyard, an extremely harmonious scene appeared.

The wolf faction and the snake faction, in pairs, began to teach the Heliotrope Seal.

Roy stood in front of the rotating dummy, and the five fingers of his left hand were concave into a strange shape. Because he used to use a sword with his right hand, he always released the dharma seal with his left hand.

His gestures were exactly the same as Escar's gestures before. Of course, if you look closely, you can still find that there is a big difference in the bending range of each finger, which is far from being up to the standard.

The process of learning a new seal is extremely boring, and it is as repetitive, gentle and patient as practicing the five basic movements of swordsmanship.

From a distance, it looks like a person is standing there dumbfounded, with one arm constantly retracting, pushing out, retracting, pushing out.

Accompanied by the five fingers, they outline the curious octopus-like shapes.

At first, when Roy made this unfamiliar seal, the magic in his body was like a pool of stagnant water, motionless, and the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind seemed to freeze.

Roy, who has mastered the five witcher sigils, has long recognized the essence of the sigils. Igni mobilizes the fire element, Alder and Arden mobilize the wind element, Axhi mobilizes the water element, and Quinn mobilizes the earth element.

And this Heliotrope seal is like his approximation Quinn, mobilizing the elements of the earth.

Roy kept repeating the gesture, and Iskar took the trouble to correct it.

His temper is just like his appearance, patient, meticulous, and not impatient at all.

The exact opposite of Lambert next door

"Ox, honestly, did you pass the witcher's trial by cheating? I've never seen a guy with such an incoherent finger!"

"It's a stupid ass!"

"Shut up! I've never seen a guy with a talkative and stinky mouth like you, don't be buzzing in my ear like a fly all day, teach it honestly, or I'll be replaced? !"

Lambert and Oaks were bickering.

The albino witcher and the bald man looked at each other with a helpless expression.

Serrit and Vesemir are still studying meticulously.

Four hours later, Roy, who had failed thousands of times, suddenly got inspiration, and pushed out his left hand. Almost at the same time, the index and ring fingers were close to the palm, the little finger was half bent, and the thumb and middle finger were straight.

The magic power in the body was stagnant, and a part of the free earth elements drilled out from the limbs, and flowed into the palm of the palm along the empty veins of the arm, and drilled out of the fingertips.

"Boom"

An opposite black triangle charm appeared in the air.

A layer of black light rose up and wrapped around Roy.

A green message flashed through the template.

You have learned Heliotrope the Witcher: Create a shield of energy that resists elemental damage around your body.

Escal, who was in charge of the guidance, flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Roy, I didn't expect that besides swordsmanship, you are also so talented in magic seals. Much faster than I did, how long did it take me three days to learn?"

The Heliotrope Seal is indeed more difficult than the other five, requiring more precise mana control.

Geralt's eyes were complicated, "It took me two days."

The trainer next to him came around and looked at the black light surging around Roy.

Tsk amazed.

A Demon Hunter apprentice actually learned faster than the three Snake Sect seniors!

In fact, in the pure magic talent competition, the blood of the ancients made Roy stand at the top of the witcher, and his non-stop self-created magic training also played a role.

"Damn it, it took me a week! There is such a big difference between people?" Lambert made no secret of the jealousy on his face. "You checked the magic talent of this kid, are you sure he shouldn't go to Warlock Academy?"

"He's a witcher, no doubt about it." Leto said solemnly, with relief and approval in his amber pupils.

Vesemir suddenly stepped forward and patted Roy on the shoulder, blinking bright eyes at several people,

"This kid's magical talent is not inferior to that of the Griffin faction. It would be a waste not to go to Kael Siren. Why don't you, everyone of the Snake faction, transfer him to Kaer Mohan first?"

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