The Divine Hunter

Chapter 20 Don't Tell Them

The warm winter sun hangs high in the sky.

Morrowind blew across the vast wilderness of Kermorhan.

Ancient fortresses, towering walls covered with golden debris.

Heavy breathing sounded from the training ground.

Two figures with swords are fighting fiercely.

High-speed dash, sprint.

Body collided.

Like two tangled silver lightning.

"Qiang, Qiang..."

The blades clashed dozens of times in an instant, sparks flying everywhere.

The reflected sunlight trailed off a series of dazzling trails.

"Huh..." The two figures suddenly separated, each maintaining a plow position suitable for both offense and defense.

With sharp eyes, he silently faced each other for a moment.

Roy returned the sword to its sheath, and the right thumb and index finger took off a piece of broken hair at the back of his neck, dripping with sweat.

Huh, what an intense morning exercise.

"Escal, I thought you'd let me win once. What's the point of repeatedly mistreating a rookie?"

"You're not an ordinary rookie." The scar-faced man shook his head, sat down beside the wooden comb pile, and took a sip of the water bag, "I believe Leto won't show mercy."

"With such a talented disciple, he must be well polished."

Escal turned his sweaty face and asked,

"He doesn't seem to have talked about it. How did he recruit your student? Accident Law, or some other reason?"

Roy sat down beside the big man, and said slowly with a calm face, "More than a year ago, a small dilapidated village in the countryside of Adian was harmed by the tomb witch, and several people died. People in the village were panicked, and everyone dared not dare to. Go out, hide in the house and be afraid."

"It wasn't until the three masters of the Snake Sect passed by and accepted the commission that the fear brought by a monster ended."

"Then,

Out of yearning for strength, an ignorant teenager made a request, bid farewell to his family, and followed the snake demon hunter on a journey. "

Escal Beast's pupils dilated for a moment, and he didn't quite believe this explanation, "You mean, Leto and the others picked up a student for nothing?"

"From another angle, I took advantage of it, enjoyed the all-round guidance of the three teachers alone, and stepped into the way of the witcher."

"The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders," Escal's face trembled, his eyes became very complicated, "So there is still a strange child like you, ordinary people hate us, but you took the initiative to ask to join the snake sect, Aren't we afraid of our unusual appearance and way of doing things?"

"Don't you think vertical pupils are pretty?" Roy joked, "At least no one dares to underestimate me from now on."

"As for temperament and personality, you only know when you get along with it. Simple and direct is better than hypocrisy!"

"Cough, cough..." Escal seemed to be choked, cleared his throat, and looked at Roy with sharp eyes,

"But your parents are still alive, and they don't owe the witcher a penny. Are they willing to hand you over to the witcher? Or do they not like you?"

"In fact, they were heartbroken and strongly opposed my opinion, but I finally persuaded them..." Roy said seriously, "I was almost fourteen at the time, and I was qualified to decide my own life."

"Are you willing to become a mutant and no longer have contact with blood relatives."

"Becoming a witcher, you must cut off your family relationship? I don't remember such a rule." Roy's face softened, "Ox and the others have considered it, they have long ago brought my family to Nuocheng, and they are living well now. Much happier and more leisurely than in the countryside, and even took the time to give birth to a younger brother for me."

"I can visit them anytime."

Escal took a deep breath, and looked over the battlements to the snow field that glittered in the distance.

In his inherent knowledge, all of his kind, by the law of accident, or fate, will eventually drift away from the relatives who handed them over to the witcher.

A witcher spends most of his life alone.

This is the fate of every school.

But why is this young junior so different?

Escal asked, "What did you think? Just envy the witcher's skills, and you want to join us?"

"A good friend of mine was killed by the tomb witch... This made me realize that ordinary people are too fragile, in addition to the sinister human heart, they have to face cruel and cunning monsters... To survive and live well, only let yourself be To be powerful...power, money, or force, you have to have the same."

Roy showed a thoughtful expression, "And I saw my future, the tragic fate of that small mountain village..."

"Stay there, be a farmer, and eventually the whole family will be trampled by iron hoofs along with the village." Roy said loudly, "Change is imminent, in order to avoid bad luck, I must take the initiative!"

"It turns out that my choice was right!"

Along the way, he made many mentors and friends and experienced all kinds of bizarre events.

He also went from a weak country boy to a demon hunter with extraordinary skills.

He never regretted his decision, and he will continue to change it!

"Roy, you are indeed... very unique." Escal said sincerely, "Some of your concepts are far more mature than your age."

The scar-faced man couldn't help but feel a faint admiration in his heart.

This kid, so young, has already changed the fate of himself and his family with his own efforts.

At this age, Escal can only be fiddled with by the hand of fate, go with the flow, and train with Kyle Morhan's companion, Geralt.

Rarely have such complex, positive thoughts come to mind.

He suddenly had some anticipation.

In the future, this guy may change the fate of the witcher as a whole?

"Don't just talk about me," Roy rolled his eyes, "Escal, would you mind having a chat, how did you come to Kermorhan in the first place?"

"I have a hunch, you must have asked Geralt and Lambert this question."

"A good understanding of future allies will lead to better cooperation."

"My story is very ordinary..." Escal nodded, "As a reward for the Law of Accidents, I was brought to Kyle Mohan by Vesemir. I can't remember the specific reason, and I don't think it is necessary to pursue it. to the bottom of it."

"I only keep one thing in mind, from the day the Law of Accidents was concluded..." Escal continued, "Kyle Morhan has become my home, and Vesemir is my father."

"Then, in order to protect his homeland, so that the future of Kyle Mohan will not be breached, and will not be trampled by invaders again," Roy stared at him and invited, "Master Escal, can you come to Noah? City, instructing the Witcher Brotherhood?"

"Smooth boy," Escal said helplessly, "No matter what the topic is, you can get to it."

"The Brotherhood is a good idea, but at this stage we can't even see a prototype. How can we join?"

"It is precisely because we haven't started yet that we need you to join. The members express their opinions, work together, and study a set of action plans, centered on the core purpose of developing witchers." Roy said after a pause.

"By the way, Geralt and Lambert have already agreed to the invitation."

"You drugged them?" Escal's eyes narrowed into a line, his tone was astonished. It's not surprising that Lambert's betrayal, but Geralt is a tough one.

"I revealed to them some of the problems they will encounter in the future," Roy said calmly, "The alliance between the Snake faction and the Wolf faction is not strong enough, so we can only develop the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters and gather most of the existing Demon Hunters. , and cultivate a large number of apprentices, it is possible to solve the trouble!"

"Did you reveal to me, what dangers will my future encounter?" Escal took advantage of the situation, and a line of words was written on his rough face--

Come on, convince me.

Roy lowered his head and looked like he was thinking, and then said solemnly, "You will like women with horns in the future, so you may be sucked by them."

"..." Escal was quiet for a while, his expression became strange, his brows knitted and loosened.

"You mean... Female Night Demon?"

"Well, man, I got it, unique taste, but don't be ashamed."

"..."

"It's enough to suck adults, you have a bigger threat." Roy's face turned serious, "I didn't tell Geralt and Lambert about this."

Iskar couldn't help holding his breath.

"My revelation is that in ten years, Kyle Morhan will be attacked... There will be victims among the four of you."

The cortical water sac was deeply sunken by five fingers.

Escal's normally steady breathing became noticeably heavier.

"Who?"

Roy pursed his lips and said reluctantly,

"The one you take as your father."

A moment of astonishment flashed across Iskar's face.

With a restrained expression, he leaned to the left against the icy city wall.

Close your eyes and fall into silence.

Roy watched quietly.

It was a cruel answer, and he didn't intend to say it.

But Roy really didn't know what weakness Escal had.

For him, the old man who has been with him for seventy or eighty years is the person he is closest to. The passing of a loved one can change a person's mind.

"I'm here to save Vesemir and change his fate!" Roy could only comfort himself.

...

After a long time, Escal asked,

"We move out with Vesemir, can we hide?"

"I'm not sure." Roy was surprised that the other party would ask such a question. He should have known that Vesemir would never leave his centuries-old homeland and run away.

"Maybe, maybe not. But I think, in the face of an unexpected dangerous enemy, instead of running away, it is better to make ourselves stronger! If we unite, we will no longer stand still as before, but grow stronger and change. To be strong, then it is entirely possible, take the initiative to strike before the danger comes, and take it-" Roy clenched his fists in front of Escal.

"Strangled in the cradle!"

Escal was shocked and suddenly stood up.

He stretched, and the sun fell, projecting his figure on the ground.

Like a beast awakened from sleep, revealing its fangs.

"Promise me, Roy, don't tell the three of them about it."

"I promise to be tight-lipped." Roy nodded, "That's about the Witcher Brotherhood."

Escal's gaze was fixed on him.

"We will be guests, but Snake Pie needs to be mentally prepared. If Geralt and Lambert, me, and I are together, the appetite will be amazing... You have to prepare enough food and wine in Nuocheng."

...

"Now that the Three Musketeers of the Wolf faction have agreed to join the team, there is still an old man missing." Roy waved his fist excitedly, and his efforts in the recent period were finally not in vain.

But there is no hurry to impress Vesemir.

The Witcher Brotherhood was a foregone conclusion, and he should take a moment to sort out his Ring of Elements harvest.

After saying goodbye to Eskar, he went straight out of the castle to a field under a huge oak tree.

He crossed his knees and entered meditation again. After a while, he exited from the dark meditation void and sighed.

After leaving the Ring of Elements, he changed countless places and tried many times.

It's a pity that the magical phenomenon never happened again - the elemental tide pushed him to the elemental plane.

The next time I encounter such an opportunity is far away.

"I saw a fire monster once and heard it roar twice, and Igni mutated."

"If you can see the Dijing in the wind layer, the water fairy in the water layer, and the earth spirit in the earth layer, will the other five seals change accordingly?"

"Well, there's always a chance," he had a strong hunch.

If the meditation of lv6 can be raised to lv10, he can reach the four elemental planes independently without any external force.

...

This time Igni's mutation also made him aware of certain situations. After a deep meditation, the seal and spirit were improved.

This shows that the entire witcher's power system has begun to produce a linkage effect.

more tightly combined.

So when the school of swordsmanship, the seal, the witcher's senses, alchemy, etc., will be promoted to a certain level, will they promote each other?

Suppressing his imagination, Roy began to practice Igni Fury.

The five fingers of the left hand drew a red talisman in mid-air, and suddenly pushed it out at a pile of small bumps not far away!

"boom!"

Like a thunderbolt on the ground!

In an instant, the soil bag cracked into countless pieces, and mud and grass clippings flew all over the sky, revealing a huge hole underneath.

An Igni Fury that consumed 20 mana points was no less powerful than the fireball that he ate when he sneaked up on the collector in the spear cave of No City last time.

It is much more powerful than ordinary Igni, and the principle is different.

Raging flames provoke the fire elemental around the target, causing them to go berserk.

In addition to ignition and burning effects, it also has the impact of an explosion.

An Igni Rageflame resembles a small dancing star.

Enough to break the seal of Quinn and cause damage, even the tenth-level seal of Quinn cast by Serrit, who specializes in the seal of the Snake School.

But to deal with the magic-resistance sign Heliotrope, if he barely broke it, he would run out of energy.

...

Roy first practiced Igni Fury alone, and dropped five dirt pits, which cost half of his magic power.

Then start trying the second training.

Simultaneous use of two long-range strikes—faster, longer range, and stealthy crossbow shots.

As well as the larger range of killing, the effect and the movement of the same amazing seal of the flames of fury.

On the barren land in the sun.

The witcher squatted on his knees, his dark golden pupils aimed at a tall, sturdy old oak tree in the distance.

The left hand skillfully draws the red triangle charm, the right hand holds the crossbow, and pulls the trigger at the right time.

Hold your breath.

"Whoo-dole-"

The gray crossbow bolts were nailed to the trunk, and the arrows sank into the bark.

The orange fireball followed.

"boom!"

Half of the arrows were blown away by the flames, and sawdust splattered everywhere.

The rough oak-bark sparks flashed by, a great black scorch, and a puff of white smoke.

"boom!"

Alder blew out the flames.

Roy analyzed.

Under the double long-range blow, whether it is Quinn, Helio, or the magic shield of the warlock, there is a high probability that it will be broken by one blow.

It's a pity that at the same time he is very inexperienced in using it.

It's okay to stand still and shoot.

If you are in a fast-moving battle, use it movingly, or attack a fast-moving target.

Then his release speed and accuracy will be greatly reduced.

This is under the premise that both can correct the trajectory.

"If the hand crossbow and the rage flame are completely combined, such as the explosive flame arrow, it will be perfect."

Both hand crossbows are concealed, fast, and long-distance.

There is also the lethality of Raging Flames.

Of course, he just thought about it casually, and then put in hard training.

A figure sprinted, turned, and overturned the dense crossbow arrows and threw high-temperature flames toward the distant oak trees on the wilderness.

until the magic runs out.

Roy returned to the castle and found Vesemir.

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