The Divine Hunter

meditate on the world.

Colorful earth, water, fire, and air elements streak across the sky like a meteor shower.

The dazzling and scorching fire element was like a piece of silk shimmering with crimson light, wrapping the witcher into a fiery red cocoon.

"Puff-puff-puff."

The heartbeat that had been dead for a long time, revived in the meditative world, stirring a mysterious melody.

The fire element mountain tsunami emerged from the depths of the dark space, and together with the distance hovering in the sky, the high fire layer spewed out a large piece of boiling flame.

Break through the barriers of the void.

Flock to the crimson cocoon to provide nutrients.

Click.

The silkworm cocoon was torn open, revealing a pair of radiant claws, and a majestic creature made of pure gaseous flames drilled out.

His shoulders are broad and his back is like a mountain.

Lion nose, wide mouth.

The eyes are of the finest rubies, burning with crystalline flames.

There are curved sharp horns on both sides of the forehead, and ancient and mysterious runes are circulating.

Thick red hair hangs over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck and chest, turning into a flaming lion's mane.

Between the opening and closing of the blood basin, the fire flickered.

...

Roy Fire Giant looked around at the magnificent flame robe, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Compared to Mirmenir's black dragon form, the fire monster form has less strong affinity for the four elements.

It is the king who manipulates flames, and the once rebellious fire element turns into a docile elf whispering in his ear.

It speaks of worship and surrender.

The flaming left claw grabbed lightly, without the need to cast spells, and grabbed a red flame to form a long whip.

crackle!

The fire whip swung through the air, and the light and heat instantly opened up an overwhelming sea of ​​fire!

...

After waking up from the third trial of green grass,

Meditation Ascension has been going on for over a month.

With his powerful soul and superb meditation skills, Roy was finally able to maintain the form of a fire giant stably.

And today to make a further attempt!

Mind a move.

The ubiquitous fire element instantly turned into a pair of big hands, pulling him away from the four elemental planes.

Slowly sink into the ground beneath your feet.

The mantle barrier that once encountered disappeared.

Fire, one of the four elements, is the cornerstone of this world.

Fire trolls are part of how the world works.

The planet will naturally not resist and reject it.

Just as Skyrim Province incarnates dragon soul sinking into the bones of the earth.

Roy Troll made his way into the lands of the witcher world with extraordinary ease.

The light is dim, the air is thin, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and there is only eternal darkness.

He rode the flames through the rocky crust, the upper mantle, the lower mantle... toward the center of the planet.

I don't know how long it took.

First, there was a ray of red light that tore through the darkness, and the ray of light became bigger and bigger, from being as small as a candle flame to a huge sun like the sky.

The temperature climbed from minus one hundred degrees to thousands of degrees.

The original rustling elemental sound disappeared completely, and another stronger sound appeared——

Puff puff, the air hissed.

Rumbling booming, water surging.

Roy finally set foot on the outer core of the earth's core, which was surging with liquid flames.

There are no inscrutable bones left behind by Idra, the creator of Nirn.

The flames and lava formed an eggshell magnified billions of times.

On the top of the eggshell, the dense red stalactite flakes fell, and before they fell into the boiling fire below, they turned into a gas that filled the air and gave off a sulphurous smell.

At the bottom of the eggshell, flames and magma blended into a mighty river of lava.

It ran, tumbled, roared, and spewed out lava and sparks incessantly.

The outer core of the earth's core is thousands of degrees, and the enrichment of the fire element is comparable to the fire boundary layer among the four elemental planes.

But all of this is like a duck to water for Roy Fire Troll.

It floated on the river of lava, as if it had returned to its homeland, in the arms of its mother, stretched its arms comfortably, and the conical flame lower limbs moved back and forth against the lava.

Unprecedentedly active fire energy kept pouring into his body.

Accumulated into a vigorous force, rising from the bottom of his heart, blocking his throat, ready to come out.

this moment.

Recorded in the "Book of Shadows" of the Griffin School, it is one of the three secret techniques of flapping wings.

An insight into the way of the roar.

The two combine to form a special and powerful force—

"despair!"

The wonderful rhythm stirred the river of lava, the sea of ​​fire rolled, thousands of bubbles rolled up on the surface of the red river, pieces of magma burst, and the space above the river was filled with flying liquid fire!

A ten-meter-long column of magma flew out of the sea of ​​flames, meandering in mid-air, traversing quickly, leaving trails of flames, like a ferocious and brutal fire dragon that burned everything.

It soared upwards, melting the mantle, trying to break through the center of the earth and rush to the ground.

Roy changed his mind.

The magma dragon instantly shattered into countless spark fragments, scattered all over the sky.

Fall into the sea of ​​fire.

now.

The seven seals of the witcher passed through his mind one by one.

The water element is the core of Axi and Kelanpu seal.

Quinn Seal and Heliotrope Seal with Earth Element as the core.

The seal of Arden and the seal of Arder represented by the element of air.

In the end, the Igni seal represented by the fire element is missing the second.

And today, the witcher completes it and names it after himself - Roy Lava Sign!

A line of bling gleamed quickly across the template.

You created the eighth type of witcher seal - Roy Lava: Based on the powerful soul and the ultimate meditation skills, the soul is sublimated into the fire monster of the four world spirits, and then uses the secret method of flapping wings "da" , which resonates with the current center of the world, summoning the power of lava torrents.

It has the same cooldown time as the other two types of Soul Arcane Summoning Dragon Roar and Sword Stance - 17 minutes and 50 seconds.

...

Roy breathed a sigh of relief,

Open your eyes on the quilt made of pine branches, in the dead of night, all sounds are still,

The white-haired witcher was sleeping soundly under the cloak, only to see the faint light from the stars in the sky.

And he couldn't help feeling a lot of pride in his chest. Today, he created his own magic.

The eighth seal.

It is not necessary to outline the handprint with five fingers, but to approach the way of the dragon's roar, use the rhythm and soul to mark the mark, and use the power of the earth's core.

The eighth seal is temporarily exclusive to him.

Because the rest of the witchers have not been able to train to the full level of meditation, and the soul strength is far from the level he has been upgraded and strengthened many times, there is no way to learn the Roy Lava Seal.

However, he will slowly improve...

Make sure all your companions can master it one day in the future!

...

Roy jumped off the pine boughs briskly.

Away from the camp, escape into the deep and dark wilderness of the night.

...

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was white with fish belly, and there was a layer of clammy mist in the air, and the dewdrops shimmered among the stars and the tender leaves of Dendrobium.

Roy, who had been exercising all night, quietly returned to the camp.

Miles away in the wilderness, there are many traces of horror that no one knows about.

The witcher camp was buzzing.

The children folded their quilts, put away their tents, and kept their luggage in order.

Youth is the biggest capital. After half a month of adaptation, they can enter a deep sleep in the wild and be full of energy during the day.

The camp of the dwarves on the opposite side was running at the same time, with the sound of packing things up—the stomping and sniffing of the horses, the clanging of harnesses, the crunching of wheels and poles, the rude cursing of the dwarves.

With a hoarse voice, Alpanzigrin brought the quartermaster named Wink and his five companions to the witcher.

"I have no objection to the masters wanting to set out with us." Quartermaster Wenke said bluntly, "I trust Yarpan's vision, and he trusts you."

Wenk didn't doubt the witcher's motives. If this group of powerful people had malicious intentions, his team would have been wiped out last night.

The dwarf squeezed his puffy black eyes at the witcher as if taking credit.

"But there's a problem," the quartermaster's calm eyes looked around at the children who were quickly packing up beside the carriage, "I have to arrive at my destination safely and on time, or I'll lose my head. And you have so many children with you."

"The health of these children is not inferior to that of dwarf teenagers." Alpan patted his chest and helped, "I don't think their companions will slow down the speed, and your Excellency knows that the road goes south through the forest and leads directly to the Lexilla River. I I heard that there are all kinds of evil creatures wandering in the woods."

"You're right." The commissioner nodded, glanced into the eyes of the witchers, and said in unison, "In the forests of Kaldwin, especially recently, it is very likely that we will run into some evil creature, and they will It was instigated by other bad guys to attack the convoy of passers-by, including you."

"His Majesty Henselt had foresight, so he gave me the power to recruit warriors along the way. What do you think?"

Roy exchanged glances with the surrounding companions, and instantly understood that the evil creatures in his mouth were referring to the Squirrel Party.

If before the incident in Nuocheng, the wolf faction demon hunters who abide by neutrality will decisively refuse Wenke's invitation.

They hate the Squirrel Party, but they don't want to take the initiative to kill.

but now--

"If you go with you, it is your duty to protect the safety of the convoy." Vesemir nodded.

"Then I can rest assured." A soft smile appeared on Wenke's calm cheeks, "I will be responsible for your health and safety in the days to come, until the banks of the Lake Sheila."

"Happy cooperation!"

Both sides returned to the line and began to shout and give orders.

The coachmen got into the carriages, swung the reins at the horses, and bumped along the path.

The witcher's team followed closely behind.

Two or three children ride on a horse, some ride in a car, and the apprentices with better physical fitness follow on foot, exercising, occasionally resting for a while on the car board with their butt rubbed against their feet in the air.

"Roy, I heard some weird... noises when I was watching...night last night," Bernie gently pulled on the reins, making the carriage dodge a tree stump ahead.

Then he took the Mahakam spirit from the witcher with peace of mind and hid in his bushy beard.

"From the second half of the night to the dawn, most of the time, it is faint, and occasionally it bursts out, like the devil's hiss... roar... reminds me... of the deer's head... But I look for everything. No, the witcher is an expert... found something... anything unusual?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Roy's eyes, what kind of ears does this guy have? You can even hear the sound of the Experiment Seal from miles away!

"That's right," he said sternly. "Last night I found a ghoul in the woods two miles away, but it's now lying on the grave and sleeping...forever."

Bernie's eyes widened in admiration, "I haven't seen you for more than four years. Not only have you grown taller, but you have also grown a lot stronger." His stammering tone was full of proud pride.

"The fly in the ointment, you...still...don't have any pretty beards, manly chest hair..." He glanced at Roy's smooth chin and the placket on his chest, expressing his opinion euphemistically, "It's too... chic. Even if you think about it now With us... dwarves rob women, and no one wants to make do with you."

"I repeat," Roy rubbed his temples, shook his head and smiled, "I won't steal dwarf women from you! That doesn't fit my aesthetic, I already have other women."

"You mean that sorceress?" The dwarf looked at the coral among the children, with smooth and delicate skin, and under the lace-trimmed dress, the plump figure was as thrilling as rolling hills.

Even during this long journey, she was still wearing delicate and light makeup, and her red fire was dancing in the wind, covering half of her cheeks. She noticed the eyes of the two and cast a gentle smile.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

The only pity is that compared to the dwarf women, the chin is a little less stylish beard.

But something is better than nothing!

Bernie gave him a thumbs up in encouragement.

Roy leaned back comfortably on the back of the carriage, and looked at Pauly Dalberg, who was wearing a red scarf on the carriage in front of him. Knight Grim was playing with the dwarf's crossbow and heavy hammer, his eyes filled with war. meaning.

Can this guy just stop for a while?

"What about you? Bernie, have you gotten used to the two years in Kaldwin?"

Bernie thought about it seriously, "Kaldwin, fellow dwarves...not so much. But the temperament of the Kaldwins...is quite appealing to me, magnanimous and direct...I like it...I hate it...I don't like it face to face. , behind the scenes, secretly—"

"I'm still planning the third set!" Roy remembered whom, and replied with a smile.

"Yes!" Bernie spit in excitement, looking at the witcher is like looking at a confidant.

"Also, it's cold, and they love meat...drinking...swearing...smack Quint..." Bernie mused for a while, "As the saying goes...all humans are savages...but the ones from Kaldwin are the worst , as if someone made... pigs get dressed and taught them to use their hind legs... to walk... humming, noisy and boring... stinking."

Bernie, in his barren language, paid the highest praise to the Kaldwins,

"They have, ours, the same level of... rude sense of humor! The level of swearing is... on par with us..."

"Roy, I like you... I think of you as a brother, but you're still a little less Kaedwen... and Mahakam-esque... rough and bold."

"I think I'm in pretty good shape now." Roy smiled and looked to the northeast again. Monty's naughty bastards were hiding behind the oak barrels of the carriage, pestering Regan Dalber who was driving the car. Grid, let him tell the glorious deeds of the successful hunting of the dragon of the Quartz Mountain, Okvesta in the past.

Bearded is glowing as he talks about scavenging a pile of colorful gems from the dragon's lair, an adventure the bard has written into a poem.

...

"Bernie, have you had a hard time in the last year?" Roy pricked up his ears, and Alpan on the carriage in front was seriously discussing political issues with the witcher White Wolf.

Arpan angrily stated the grand proposition between ancient races, humans, and betrayal, and his position.

He made no secret of the fact that his grandmother died at the hands of mankind, but he still put down his hatred and served mankind.

He just wants to bring peace.

But anger couldn't hide the worry in his tone.

Further ahead, Commissioner Wenke also quietly perked up his ears to eavesdrop.

"I don't feel very well..." Bernie lowered his fluffy face, looked at the mud and stones galloping past under the frame, and whispered indistinctly, "King Henselt...I don't trust him as much at the beginning. us."

"I'm feeling a little... estrangement. Elder Broval Hogg is just that... estranged from Boss Yarpan, estranged from Zoltan Ziva..."

"King Henselt may have deliberately... intentionally sent us away from Ad Kale... Let's come to the Squirrel Party... muddy waters."

"I feel very sad."

Roy clicked his tongue and couldn't help but glance at Bernie Gao. This guy looked stupid, but his mind was very clear.

He analyzed the situation,

"More and more ancient races are joining the Squirrel Party. Some of them support human beings in the open, but secretly rescue these fighters and help them escape capture."

"Humans naturally have an illusion that all the ancient races that they regard as compatriots will stab in the back."

Roy said meaningfully, "This situation will become more and more serious, and in the eyes of human beings, the line between the squirrel party and the ancient race will gradually blur."

Bernie fell into silence when he heard the words, his face turned slightly blue.

The conflicts between the ancient races and northern humans have existed since ancient times and are difficult to reconcile.

Especially under Nilfgaard's ulterior provocation, promises of temptation, and a lot of propaganda, they have become the vanguard of the southern empire's siege.

Perhaps only when the ancient races are all killed, or have a piece of land of their own, the war will end.

Roy sighed, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Turning around, Vicky, who was kneeling on the ox cart, smiled shyly at him, a few blond braids fluttered in the wind passing through the cart, Renee and Lilia waved enthusiastically at him.

Under the guidance of Coral, a few little girls sketched the scene of the convoy with brushes to pass the boring time.

And the most attractive Roy is the central model.

"Bernie, seriously, if you encounter the Squirrel Party, will you kill them?" the witcher asked, looking at his dwarf friend,

Bernie was silent and touched the horse's tail uneasily.

"Then do you think the Squirrel Party will show mercy to its compatriots of the ancient race?"

Roy changed his persuasion.

Bernie took out the wine bottle under his beard, took a big gulp, and said in a loud voice, "I know what you mean... I'm addicted to alcohol, gambling, and rude... But I'm absolutely loyal, this action is for... for the sake of prosperity. King Seth transports military supplies, this is my responsibility!"

"Whoever wants... wants to take them away, destroy... carriages, can't do it!"

He touched the dark butt of the warhammer at his feet.

"Unless you ask my old buddy, unless you step on my corpse!"

...

The mighty motorcade drove through the quiet path in the woods.

The conversation between dwarves, humans, and witchers reverberated in the woods.