The Divine Hunter

Little Skellige Island, standing on a hill surrounded by greenery, is the magnificent fortress of King Bran, the ruler of the archipelago.

A resplendent bedroom.

A figure with two swords on its back and eyes like torches stood quietly in front of a soft blue bed.

The sparks splashing from the fireplace reflected his complicated complexion and the sleeping figure in his pupils.

The Queen of Sintra looked much more haggard than the last time they parted.

A crow's feet appeared clearly at the corners of her eyes, her cheekbones were prominent because she was too thin, her withered and yellow hair was scattered in a mess behind her head, and her lips were dry and pale. Her former grace and beauty were gone, and she became like an ordinary woman in her forties. .

She seemed to be in some kind of nightmare, with frowning eyebrows and tight cheeks, even when she fell asleep, her body was straight, and her hands were clenching the quilt in front of her chest.

Roy looked at her, feeling an inexplicable kindness.

In his last time in Skyrim, he clearly felt that in addition to Golphine, there was a life closely connected with him in the witcher world.

This time, he took the other party as a beacon, and took advantage of the night to open the gate of the world and teleported over, but he didn't want to come directly to Skellige.

I saw Calanthe who defected to her husband and brother.

And that deep connection reached its tightest peak at this time.

Roy held down the trembling pendant between his neck and was inexplicably excited.

A tiny life throbbed lively in the belly of the Queen of Sintra, conveying a feeling of affection and joy to him.

At the same time, it revealed an extraordinary deep vitality and magic.

"Calanser, Calanthe... It turns out that the little guy in your stomach is making trouble."

The unborn child was greeting him unconsciously.

At present, this child, like her niece Ciri, also inherited the blood of the elder.

The ancient blood flowing in her body evoked the throbbing of the witcher's bloodline.

Roy couldn't be sure if it was a gift or a curse.

"The fate of the law of accident is really wonderful."

Now Geralt has a daughter of destiny, Ciri.

And he, too, has a child of destiny.

But Roy is young, he is still a fun-loving young man, and he can't understand the emotions of being a father at all.

He was simply happy.

"Little guy, be healthy, grow up quickly..." Roy squatted down on his knees, his cheeks were slightly close to the sleeping queen on the bed, and they were almost touching her belly, and his right hand gestured twice with a distance of tens of centimeters. It seems that doing so will touch the small face of the unborn baby.

Then he shook his head and laughed, his eyes of different colors shone brightly,

"You lost your father and princess status before you were born. You can't let you live a lonely life. When I come to Sodden this time, I will bring your niece to meet you!"

Leave a goodbye.

The witcher suddenly disappeared into the bedroom.

After a while, Calanthe on the bed moved his eyelids and suddenly opened his eyes, looking around with blank emerald green eyes,

"Who was here just now?" she muttered to herself, listening to the salty and sultry sea breeze blowing in from the window, her heart moved, "Easter, are you back to visit me and the child?"

Surprised and anxious voices echoed in the bedroom, but no one responded for a long time.

...

In the early morning, a ray of white light on the horizon illuminated the rippling lake in the center of the Nine Valleys.

Leto, Brother Oaks, Lambert, and Rita Ned... Several people who woke up from a hangover called Roy, who had returned from Skellige, and came to the clearing by the lake.

Lambert's cheeks were still flushed, and he hooked Roy provocatively with the wine.

"Just let me go, boy, let me see what you learned in Skyrim, the summoning spell you mentioned yesterday, and the power to defeat the dragon, the dragon's roar..."

"Are you sure?" Roy shook his head and laughed, "I'm afraid it will hurt your confidence!"

"Don't talk so much, be careful of capsize in the gutter!" Lambert grinned and showed his white teeth,

The bright steel sword in his hand danced with a beautiful sword flower, "I passed the second mutation, and I also want to show you some greatness! But it is forbidden to use long-range weapons, otherwise it will be boring to keep secretly shooting cold arrows!"

"Fulfill his wish!" Coral made a look at Roy, "Teach me a hard lesson for this outspoken guy. I also want to see what happened to the spell system in Skyrim Province."

...

Roy nodded.

The summoning rune that the spirit poured into the mind.

A thought, boom!

A blue-purple sphere appeared in the gap between the two.

135 points of magic power (lv2 plus ancient blood is reduced by 60%, but the consumption of crossing planes is increased by 50%), and 15 points of experience are deducted.

A pale giant elemental elf appeared out of nowhere.

It is more than two meters tall, looks strong and strong, and it is covered in frost, hard and huge muscles.

The limbs, chest and abdomen, and the back of the neck are covered with a shield-like blue-gray armor, with a triangular head on top, and a pair of small ice blue eyes hanging on it, staring at Lambert without emotion.

The eyes of the onlookers were solemn, and their faces became solemn.

The witchers present are all veterans, but no one has ever seen such a strange elemental creature.

Compared to the Fire Spirit, which is too fragile to be attacked and is good at long-range fireballs, the Ice Spirit is rough-skinned and thick-skinned. In addition to being more sensitive to flames, it has amazing resistance to other spells, especially physical attacks.

And every punch and every kick has the effect of freezing and slowing down, and it is an out-and-out meat shield-type summon!

Roy's call is not over yet.

The five fingers of his left hand outlined a pitch-black Kelanpu seal, and the magical aura gathered in front of him. At the same time, he took a breath, and the secret method of the Griffin faction that had not been used for a long time broke out again!

Flutter your wings!

"coax!"

Amidst the cheering roar, the witcher phantom jumped out of the torrent of magic.

The opposite Lambert followed suit, and he also drew his five fingers and summoned an illusion of himself.

The steel sword was raised, and the figure rushed over like an arrow from a string.

Roy gave two commands in a row indifferently.

Bing Ling stood in front of him and met Lambert's flickering blade.

The two phantoms fought together.

Swish-

A cold sword light flashed across the air.

After the short and intense clash of gold and iron, the sword light flickered continuously. The hostile vision lingered for less than two seconds.

The mutant illusion that inherited Roy's physical attributes and combat power quickly shattered the ordinary illusion that Lambert could only use to confuse people.

"Pfft..."

Lambert's sword blocked the lightning strike from the ice spirit from top to bottom.

The left hand outlines a red talisman.

The Igni seal composed of flames enveloped the ice spirit, burning the sky with water vapor and white smoke, but it still kept punching at Lambert.

But the Arden trap under his feet tightly bound his bloated and huge body, and his movements were so slow that he couldn't even touch a single hair of Lambert, who was as sensitive as a mongoose.

Go on like this, and within twenty seconds, it will be burned into ice water by the witcher's flame!

Mirage joined the fray at this time.

Swah——

Arrondette brought out bursts of smashing sounds and slammed Lambert on the back.

At the same time, Bing Ling raised the elephant's legs and stomped the ground abruptly!

The crystal clear frost edge burst!

Frost shocks Lambert!

Lambert rolled on the ground and left the attack range,

Press the left hand on the ground under him, and after the second mutation, the range-shaped Alder erupts!

The invisible magic power exploded with his body as the center, smoke and dust were everywhere, and grass clippings were flying.

The burly and cold ice spirit was shaken backwards, but the huge inertia made it still stand stably.

And the illusion was directly overturned to the ground by the surging magic torrent!

swoosh—

Lambert stepped lightly and swept out the afterimage.

A sword chopped off Phantom's head.

puff!

A large piece of pale frost and freezing air splashed out from the phantom's broken body. Lambert had no time to avoid it. The left half of his body's leather armor, leather pants, and upper arms were all affected by the freezing air, and crystal ice flowers appeared!

His speed and reaction were weakened by 30%!

Bing Ling's huge body clattered on the ground, waved two arms, and attacked him awkwardly.

And Roy, smiling at Lambert with an ugly face, quickly outlined with his five fingers, and the second witcher phantom jumped out of the magical rays of light shot from his fingertips.

But the interval is too short, this time, there is no wing blessing, and the body appears slightly transparent!

"Damn it!" Lambert made a ghostly circle around the ice spirit, and with the great strength in his hand, the sharp sword slashed the slightest cracks out of its back.

But it has no weaknesses. In a short period of time, there is no way to take him with physical attacks alone, and Lambert's seal is not very good at it!

"stop!"

Lambert shouted.

Roy gave an order, and the phantom and ice spirit holding the sword suddenly stopped obediently, and came to him and stood with their heads bowed.

"You're going to tire me out of the wheel battle? You're ruthless!" Lambert sighed helplessly. There was no doubt that he could kill the ice spirit and the illusion, but Roy would definitely summon it again immediately, endless.

And his Arrondette hadn't been unsheathed, and he was powerless to be distracted.

Before he knew it, the gap between himself and him was already so huge.

Lambert looked at Royman with resentment on his face, "Do you know how to respect the elders? Can't you let me win once?"

"Isn't it that you have to have great knowledge and knowledge, even if you let it go?"

Lambert returned his sword and sheathed it, and surrounded the ice spirit with everyone, touching it left and right, full of desire to explore.

"Is this thing related to trolls?" Lambert asked.

"Nonsense! The troll is much more powerful than it!" Oaks patted the back of the ice spirit, it was like a fool, the two ice blue eyes did not respond, "It is also smarter than it, I think it is more like a frost demon picture."

"This is normal," Coral said solemnly, "Most elemental creatures are not very intelligent, let alone this ice spirit, even the powerful Dijing brain is not very good, otherwise it will not be sealed into the element bottle. "

"However, how did you do it? You learned such a powerful spell in just two months?" Serrit glanced at his companions. "At most, all the old guys at the scene have mastered the spell of the witcher."

"The Tamriel spell system is different from our world. Maybe I have a little talent on their side."

"There is a good thing called a spell book over there." Roy's words were quite shocking, "Tear up the spell book, you can skip the difficult learning process and directly master a magic, the premise is that you have a certain talent, and I happen to be Have!"

Coral stroked her hair, and her eyes couldn't help revealing a hint of longing, "Listening to you, Tamriel's spells seem to be more sophisticated than our world. The enchanting table you gave me yesterday is complex and exquisite, and what I have told me is very complex. Understanding infusions is not the same thing at all."

"Indeed," Roy said solemnly, "After all, there are gods in that world - eight holy spirits, sixteen demon gods! I even had a relationship with one of them!"

Roy's words came to an abrupt end. During the retelling last night, he did not tell his companions, the devil god San Jien and Xuerui.

And this time, even Lambert Oaks didn't ask too much.

Although witchers do not believe in gods, they maintain a basic sense of reverence.

"Boy, you should come back with a spell book to open our eyes!" Serret said regretfully.

"This is my negligence. But don't worry, I will definitely have the opportunity to take everyone to see and see in person in the future!"

Roy thought that he might be able to use the World Gate as an experiment, taking a few companions to travel to Skyrim to gain power.

But not now, he is still avoiding the limelight.

He had to execute his plan first.

...

"By the way, what about the Dragon Roar, the key to defeating the giant dragon Mirmenir? Give me a note, I will experience the treatment of the giant dragon!" Lambert shouted again.

Roy noticed the expectant look in everyone's eyes, and naturally he would not use dragon roar on stupid Lambert.

At close range, let alone flesh and blood, the steel and iron bones will be shattered.

The mind sinks into the rune.

Summoning a Roar in the Witcher world costs 50 more mana than in Tamriel.

But he can totally afford it.

Roy faced the direction of the lake, took a deep breath and activated the summoning rune.

"Fos!"

The loud sound response is heart-pounding!

Far in the Skyrim Province, Xueman led the High Roar Peak.

A thin man with a sharp-mouthed monkey's cheeks covered in frost and snow was climbing seven thousand steps with a simple and honest-looking young man. The latter's body trembled like an electric shock.

"Golden eyes?"

A majestic force that cannot be resisted, shuttles through space barriers!

From the continent of Tamriel, to Toussaint!

A dark and narrow crack appeared in front of Roy, and the power of the earth's bones surged out, with his tumm breaking through the unwavering water surface of the ancient well.

boom!

As if a thousand tons of heavy objects fell from the sky!

The icy lake water splashed up in the air, as if the tide was suddenly rising in a river, and the boiling water splashed towards everyone, splashing everyone's faces.

A huge hole with a radius of more than three meters appeared on the water surface, and a series of dense bubbles emerged from the bottom of the water.

But only for a second.

Dozens of fat-headed fish flipped over Bai Shengsheng's belly and floated up.

"This is the Dragon Roar..." Everyone was amazed,

Cohen pondered, "How do I feel that it is similar to the 'roar', which is the flapping of the wings, derived from the spirit of the four elements in the secret art of the Griffin sect."

Roy exhaled, the sun shining a layer of crystal sweat on his relaxed cheeks,

"Specifically, the 'roar' of the Griffin is used to manipulate the elements, while the dragon's roar manipulates another power."

The power of the earth.

"Okay, kid, your current fighting style and method don't look like a witcher at all." The bald-headed man put his arms around his chest, and his amber pupils looked at his disciple with complexities. A mess of abilities."

The Oaks brothers and the cat school nodded in agreement. Now they can't quite understand the methods of this young junior. They are messy and threatening everywhere.

Their past experience was no longer able to guide this kid.

"So what?" Rita Ned lifted her chin and grabbed Roy's arm proudly, "No matter what fighting method, as long as you can protect yourself, what does it have to do with the people you care about? And , as far as I know, he has never abused his power!"

The crowd nodded.

This is true.

If they were themselves, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, mastering such a powerful and strange power, they would have been happy all over the world!

Demon hunters are infertile, so naturally they have no worries, at least sleeping dozens of women!

And this kid, at a young age, was pinched to death by Rita Ned.

Thinking of this, a group of old men looked at each other, and felt a great comfort as if they were consonant.

Roy estimates that he will not be able to enjoy their beauty in this life!

...

The next two days.

Roy continued to stay in Toussaint Nine Valley's laboratory with a few people.

With a superficial understanding, he assisted Coral and Kalkestein to study the enchanting table, and supported them with a few soul stones, and the two quickly entered the state.

Try to localize this enchanting table so they can enchant Brotherhood of witchers gear!

As for Triss, after a reluctant farewell, she temporarily returned to Vizima.

Leto and Kayane took Roy's translation of the "Apothecary's Guide to Skyrim Province" in northern language, and threw them into it.

There are endless possibilities between these otherworldly herbs and local herbs.

According to them, these brand-new herbs will have a profound and huge impact on the existing potion formula, potion formula, herbal decoction formula, and the high-level vampire decoction formula they are studying.

But it takes a lot of time to test and modify

Evelyn, the druid of the Alder Grove Botanical Garden, also began to try transplanting herbs from Skyrim.

Maybe it's providence.

The climate of Novigrad is very similar to that of Snowman Land.

There is a good chance that these new world herbs will transplant, and then the Brotherhood will be sitting on a steady stream of herbal resources.

It is worth mentioning that during the time when Roy disappeared, Kaiyan actually bloomed like an old tree, and the relationship with Evelyn was progressing rapidly.

Lady Druid didn't seem to dislike Kayan's terrifying face at all. A deep tacit understanding has been cultivated between the two, and there is only one statement left.

Roy was happy to see it happen, and it would be best if Kayane could keep the druid for the Brotherhood forever.

...

But it's not all good news.

The modification of dragon scales and keel is not ideal.

Even with the forging technology of the old man Vesemir, he is still powerless in the face of this precious and rare forging material.

"I don't know what kind of creature the dragon in Skyrim is, but its scales are full of magic power, and the hardness and toughness are unprecedented. The weight is unbelievably light, and it is as good as a dream."

"The witcher school equipment we have mastered, the snake faction, the flying lion monster, the wolf faction, and the gryphon faction are all unable to exert their full effect."

"Similarly, the keel can be used to create a heavy armor with amazing defense, and it can also forge a bone weapon full of magic and invincible."

"We need at least two forging masters, plus an Ofir who is proficient in infusion, or wait until Ms. Rita and Kalkestein have researched the magic table, and then join forces to create these two precious materials."

"Otherwise, it would be a waste of time!"

...

The modification of keel and dragon scale is temporarily put on hold.

As for dragon blood, Roy has not disclosed it to everyone for the time being.

After all, there are still a lot of alchemy materials, herbs, and the corpses of high-level vampires that have not been studied clearly, and the research should be done step by step.

During the two days, Roy also secretly returned to Gawain's house to see the group of children, and repeatedly confirmed the safety of the old Moores, Mino, and Cantila several times.

Then Roy took part of the blood of high-level vampires and his own blood essence from Kalkstein.

Because Roy didn't want to let the coral bleed anymore.

Mixing the two with dragon blood, he refined the second tempering elixir.

But it's a pity.

The blood of the ancients dormant in the witcher's body is like a diners who have become extremely picky, actually rejecting the second dose of tempering elixir.

This results in less than one percent of the effect of the first.

This may be the backhand left by Master Mirror at the beginning. He can only find other ways to strengthen the blood of the ancients.

...

Two days later, Roy said goodbye to everyone, took Goalphin, and set off on a journey to Soden to find Geralt, Ciri, and to inquire about the four great masters.