The Divine Hunter

West of Beauclair, south of the palace courtyard.

The four witchers wandered along the "Cave of Test" by the clear river, swam through a pool of white mist, and entered a dimly lit cave, surrounded by strange rocks and withered and yellow vines hanging from the top of the cave, such as The tentacles of the demon are eerie and terrifying.

Continue to move forward, drill a deep hole, and enter a spacious hall. The fog is thicker, and a strange smell fills the air, making people slightly dizzy.

And in the fog, a few graceful figures were scratching their heads and posing - a beauty without an inch of hair, with a hot body, sitting on the wet and cold moss ground, giggling like a silver bell, and hooking their hands in style towards the few people. .

Leto, Oaks, and Kayane squeezed the trembling pendant and tightened their bodies for a moment.

In such an inaccessible cave, it is absolutely impossible for this kind of human beauty to appear inexplicably.

"Looks like a vampire girl." The bald man analyzed with a stern face, and quickly outlined Helio and Quinn with his left hand, and the golden and dark rays of light covered the troll-like strong body.

He shook his wrist and danced a sword flower.

"No wonder the two of you retreated despite difficulties last time!"

The last time Roy was in Vizima, Oaks and Serret had crossed Mount Amer to come to Toussaint to find the blueprint of the Flying Lion, and entered this "cave of trials".

If you have to force five vampire girls, they will only be sucked into adulthood.

Even now, when several witchers join forces, it is extremely dangerous.

"Do you want to go?" Oaks swallowed, and Kaiyan's scarlet pupils were full of fear.

Roy shook his head. Although there was magic surging during the observation, those so-called vampire girls couldn't provide him with effective information at all.

this means--

He took out a bottle of Orioles and gulped it down his stomach. The blood vessels of his handsome cheeks crawled out like earthworms, and the vision disappeared immediately...

"What are you doing, kid?"

Then everyone was surprised to see that the young witcher strode to the edge of the fog with his head held high, the five fingers of his left hand outlined, the red spell glowed, and a note of Igni Rage flew into the fog.

"Boom!"

the fire blazed into the sky,

In an instant, the lingering gas in the cave was ignited, and several beauties were turned into ashes along with the mist.

Roy turned around and smiled happily, and hooked at the crowd.

"Illusion?" Ox's rough face turned red with shame. Last time, he and Serrit, two experienced snake sects, were forced back by the illusion. It was a shame!

The crowd followed suit.

In the dark and winding cave, climb the hill and enter the second hall.

There was still a hazy hallucinogenic gas all around.

Roy, who drank the Orioles' immune poison, opened the way in front, and the remaining three observed behind them, experiencing various levels in the Cave of Trials-in turn, they saw the beggars kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

Roy took pity on him with a note of Igni.

Then it was the turn of a few men who were besieged by Qiqimo sappers.

A table of rare seafood and a box of gold and silver jewelry.

All vanished into nothingness under the flames.

"The Cave of Trials is a bit tricky." Lesso communicated with a few companions, and the visions in their eyes were almost identical... and these visions were quite particular.

"Vampire girls are a test of beauty."

"Beggars are a test of compassion."

"Kikimore is a test of courage."

"The delicacies of mountains and seas and gold and silver jewellery are a test of greed."

"Once you are confused and addicted to it, you will never be able to turn over. Only by moving forward unswervingly can you reach the end."

At the end of the cave, on the edge of a stone platform, everyone saw their final fantasy——

An old man in a canvas robe, with white beard and white hair, with a wise and kind eye, sat cross-legged and fell into meditation.

"My God! This guy looks like the legendary Prophet Rebioda, but he's been dead for hundreds of years, that's impossible!"

Oaks was amazed.

And Roy walked directly towards him, and the old man stood up, as if to explain a few words to him.

But there are no words, only eyes.

It's obviously just an illusion, but the change in his eyes is like a real person, with touching encouragement and relief.

If it were an ordinary person, he might really think that Rebioda had appeared and devoutly threw himself into his arms.

Roy ignored the illusion directly, picked up a cloth pocket under his feet, grinned, and successfully obtained the goal of this trip-the blueprint of the flying lion monster silver sword, and the notes of the pilgrim Mo Deng-

...

The 17th of the Festival of the Sun in 1203.

I have reached the cave of trials... Rebioda blessed me...

...

This note roughly describes Mo Deng's mental journey. He went through a series of tests in this cave, including water ghosts, Anderegger, fire-breathing monsters, and humans with beast faces.

There are also tests of morality, beauty, power and wealth.

Wielding a sword of steel and will, he overcame all trials, and at last met the Prophet Rebioda, the holy man who silently encouraged him with his eyes.

From the eyes of the sage, the demon hunter saw the Lake of Washing, the end of his pilgrimage—to wash away the mundane atmosphere and past grievances, heal the body and mind, and let him fully enter the religion, that is, his subordinate one stop.

By the way, this Mo Deng is from the flying lion school, and he is not related to the Griffin sect Geron Moru.

...

The four witchers looked strange after reading it.

"Serrit and I were deceived by the illusion, that's because we didn't go up to fight at all..." Oaks bared his teeth, "This master Mo Deng has never doubted from the beginning to the end, and is convinced of everything?"

"You forgot a key..." Lexor paused, "Because the Hackland grasslands are rich in various herbs, the witchers of the flying lion school born there are proficient in all kinds of potions and decoctions, and they have studied alchemy potions. Extremely dependent on them both in battle and in life, and many of them have severe drug addictions."

"I'm afraid this Mo Deng is also a patient, indulging in illusions, so he can't distinguish false from reality, so he believes it is true, and devoutly turns into Rebioda's arms."

"So is this a hoax set up by Rebioda?" Oakes asked.

"Brother, be careful with your words and deeds... More than just an illusion..." Kaiyan gave him a warning look, "Do you think a natural cave can produce such ingenious and profound illusions? There is also a surge of magic, although we have nothing to do with faith. Insulate, don't worship the gods, but prefer to have them. Stay in awe and leave."

Oakes' casual expression turned serious and nodded.

Next, the four left the "Cave of Tests" along the original road, searched for the location recorded in Mo Deng's notes, and found the "Washing Lake", which was actually an ordinary, small, crystal-clear lake.

The process is very good.

They found blueprints for the Gloves in the lake, plus four blueprints that Ox and Serrit had found.

So far, the blueprint of the six pieces of flying lion monster equipment has been announced.

In addition, the three Griffin upgrade blueprints for Utsarburg were also available yesterday.

...

Most of the goal of this trip to Toussaint has been completed, and the two days agreed with Jielon are fleeting.

The crowd met Cohen under the bridge in Beauclair.

But he was alone.

"Sorry, man, I failed to convince Geron... he doesn't want to leave." The Griffin Witcher lowered his head, his expression gloomy.

"I guessed it," Roy smiled comfortingly. "That guy has been wandering for nearly a hundred years, so it's strange to change his mind easily. Since he doesn't want to, let him think about it again, let's go home!"

"I want to stay..." Cohen took a deep breath and his eyes were calm, "Please send a message to Igsena, I will go back after three months at most."

Everyone's faces were astonished, and it was rare to see such a determined look from this taciturn witcher.

"I have decided to wander with Senior Geron and do my best to impress him and bring him back to Novigrad. This is a battle belonging to the Griffin faction!"

"You can try to tell him," Roy thought for a while, "we have a certain degree of certainty that we will find clues to Ellen. In fact, I already have a clue. At that time, you will need to borrow your "Book of Shadows". "