The Divine Hunter

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Today's dinner is not as rich as yesterday's, but there is roast meat, stew, and vegetables.

After a day of hard training, the witcher was so hungry that he could eat a cow.

When you chew with your big mouth, your teeth that are far stronger than ordinary people will chew the barbecued meat with the belt bone into pieces. You have a leg bone, and I have a piece of meat, as if in a competition, a roasted deer on a plate takes less than five minutes. turned into a skeleton.

The bald-headed man put down a piece of the deer's leg, which he sucked, and tried his eyes with his companions. He raised the full glass of wine,

"Master Vesemir, to thank you for your selfless guidance today, a toast to you!"

"Respect the wolf faction!"

"To Kyle Mohan!"

"Friendship forever!"

…

Most of the wolf faction responded with a smile, but there was also a less harmonious "humming" sound.

"What's the matter, Oaks, just because he was older and beat me on the training ground, he thought he was better at drinking than me?" Lambert raised his glass, his pale cheeks looked extremely unwilling under the light of the candlestick, he provoked Said, "Dare you dare to compare the amount of alcohol with me?!"

"Come on! But you have to win," Oaks said without showing weakness. "What do you say if you lose?"

Lambert shouted, "If you lose, I will kowtow to you!"

"What if you're lying?"

"Enough!" Leto gave Oaks a fierce look, and the latter finally died.

"Sorry, Oaks has a more impulsive temper and often speaks beyond his head. I hope you will forgive me."

"Lambert's style is similar," Geralt's dark cat eyes twirled between the two glaring men. "Actually, he usually only shows concern by throwing tantrums at people he likes."

"Huh?!" The two pairs of eyes turned to the white wolf, making his scalp numb.

"Okay, guys, let's talk about some serious business." Leto's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, "In order to thank the wolf faction for the special teaching,

After discussion, the Viper School decided to give your school a great gift. "

"To be precise, it is to return the lost treasure of Kyle Morhan to its original owner."

In the dining room, the original sound of chewing, the crisp collision of knives and forks and plates suddenly disappeared.

Becomes needle drop audible.

"Lesso, what do you mean by that?" Escal asked in confusion, "I haven't heard of Kyle Mohanneng's lost treasure in over 70 years, so how do you guys know about it? ?"

Geralt, Lambert, and Vesemir all looked suspicious.

Lesso glanced at Roy, "Speaking of it, it has something to do with this kid... After the trial of the grass, he acquired some special ability due to the randomness of mutation, and occasionally got some kind of revelation, some about the past and the future. Fragments. And revelations are more likely to happen when stimulated.”

"As soon as I arrived at Kyle Mohan, when I saw this majestic ancient sea fortress, an extremely strong intuition arose in my heart." Roy took over the words and stared at the air in a trance, his face flashed. a palpitation,

"And last night, after you guys mentioned to me that Kyle Morhan had been attacked and looted. This is what I saw... Smoke billowing over Kyle Morhan, fire in the castle, countless Qing thugs surrounded the entire fortress."

"Warlocks cast magical storms, lightning, and flames above the towers, bombarding the castle indiscriminately."

"One after another, the wolf witchers, and the young apprentices, fell in a pool of blood and lost their hearts."

The witchers' breathing slowed.

Vesemir took a deep breath, the unbearable memory flooded into his heart, and he took a sip of strong wine.

The fingers holding the cup trembled involuntarily.

"Wait, Roy," Lambert scratched his chin, his cheeks wrinkled, "Are you sure it wasn't because you had too much alcohol last night and hallucinations?"

"If I remember correctly, the attack happened two hundred years ago. Except for Vesemir, Geralt and Escal are not even small tadpoles."

"Can you see that long ago?"

"Maybe it's just some kind of special magical retroactive reaction?" Geralt tried to explain. "It gave you a nightmare. Also, what does this have to do with the lost treasure that Leto mentioned?"

Roy did not refute, and continued to explain,

"I saw two mages. In the ruins not far from the castle, I guess it was Kyle Mohan's mages stationed in the castle. When the mob attacked the fort, they were using metallurgy and magic devices in the room to analyze a set of exquisite Ornate armor and weapons, research the alloys and materials from which they are constructed, and draw the corresponding equipment blueprints."

"The two of them kept in touch with another witcher using a telescope."

The wolf sent the four to keep quiet and began to believe the story.

The Fort Mage and the Telescope existed in Kyle Morhan only before that age-old conflict.

Last night, no one mentioned this to Roy.

"The witcher seems to be forging the hall, forging equipment according to the freshly baked blueprint."

"But all of this was interrupted!" Roy saw some kind of terrifying scene, and his face was shocked under the candlelight, "The thugs have invaded Kyle Morhan in every way, and there are too many of them. They are witchers. dozens of times!"

"Even if the witchers fought bloody battles, they still couldn't reverse the end of their defeat."

...

"So, the lost treasures of the wolf pie refer to these equipment blueprints?" Geralt's dark cat eyes turned to Vesemir, he had never heard of any equipment blueprints for the wolf pie.

But the latter nodded at him.

"Roy, can you give a few names? The fortress mage, and the witcher." Vesemir asked, his low voice trembling unobservably.

"The two mages are Heronimus and Childe, and the witcher is called - Valin!"

Hearing this, Vesemir suddenly closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair. He was so relaxed that his body completely sank into the chair, like a puddle of ooze.

But everyone could see the sadness and excitement on the old man's face.

"Valin...an old fellow," Vesemir muttered to himself, "before that disaster, I had just turned eighty and was one of the Wolf Sect's swordsmen."

"And Warin is the mentor who teaches the students practical combat and forging. Pouji has been searching for the armor and weapons of the first legendary witcher all his life. His ideal is to restore those excellent equipment and arm all the new witchers trained, so that Only then can those tense little devils become master hunters."

"I vaguely remember that he had achieved some kind of result at the time, and was converting theory into reality, and the mob came to the door. He joined the Kyle Morhan defense team, resisted the attack together, and died in the battle."

"The castle, as well as the observation towers and fortresses around the castle, were all looted and turned into ruins."

"I've been looking for it before, but I can't find anything. I thought his research results were also taken away by the attackers."

Vesemir paused for a long time,

"I was the only one who survived that disaster in Kyle Morhan. There were also a few witchers who were out and about."

…

The crowd was silent.

The face is more or less sad.

Dozens of demon hunters, and even the mages stationed in the castle, are definitely a powerful force that cannot be ignored, but in the face of overwhelming thugs, they are almost wiped out.

Like a canoe in a stormy sea, it was washed away and shattered.

And there was a flash of determination in the young witcher's eyes.

Never let this history repeat itself!

The witcher must change!

Of course, as he is doing now, he must first gain the trust of the wolf faction!

"So, Roy's revelation is okay?" Lambert swallowed, his eyes flashing with surprise, "This kid has such outstanding talents in swordsmanship and seal, and has the special ability to predict."

"How can the world have such an outrageous witcher?"

"You don't understand that, right?" Oakes patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Roy, it's a sign of the revival of the Snake Sect!"

"Don't bullshit me, a witcher can't change anything!"

...

Under the firelight, the young witcher looked around and said sincerely, "Master Vesemir, everyone of the Wolf Sect, if you want, we can set off at any time to find the lost blueprint of the Wolf Sect."

"I can see clearly that the blueprint has not been taken away, it is hidden in a secret place that no one knows about, and it even needs to pass through the portal."

Vesemir looked Roy up and down with his calm eyes.

He felt more and more that this young witcher was different from their old group.

Full of energy and courage.

"Roy, are you really willing to give us the drawings for free?"

"Of course, but it's best if we can make a copy."

The old man nodded.

"Tomorrow, everyone should rest early tonight and make adequate preparations. Those places have not been visited for many years, and they may have been occupied by monsters." Vesemir patted the table, "Let's go together tomorrow morning!"