God-level Demon Hunter
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"Do you dare to laugh at your master next time?"
"Er... Er..." The huge head shook slightly, and tears of grievance and repentance flowed from the big black eyes.
"Forget it, good-for-nothing thing, let's continue!" Roy smiled and cursed, with a little reluctance on his face-to tame the little griffin, you must first give up the existing mount.
"Wilter, even if no one chats with you in the future, you must remain lively and be happy like this."
"Snapped!"
The blue-veined hand slapped the brown horse's buttocks.
Do you want to remove the mount?
Yes!
In an instant, the telepathy between the demon hunter and Wilt was completely interrupted!
He closed his eyes and felt carefully, but he could no longer listen to the brown horse's voice...
There seemed to be something missing in the chest, empty.
However, Wilt didn't notice it, and still immersed himself in "cultivating".
For it, even if the binding is lifted, the tacit understanding cultivated before is still there.
It still recognizes Roy as its master.
……
The boy took to the street.
On the eve of the Harvest Festival, the festive atmosphere in Sintra began to permeate. Under the warm sunshine in the morning, most of the passers-by were in high spirits and greeted the surrounding citizens enthusiastically.
There are shy boys and girls hiding on the corner of the street and looking around, catching their favorite Harvest Festival dance partner in their eyes, and a family is walking across the street with their arms crossed, laughing and laughing.
Buildings on both sides of the street put up banners filled with celebration messages in several languages.Soldiers led craftsmen to measure the road and began to install wooden fences in preparation for the festival parade in advance.Vendors along the way began to sell festival-related dresses, drinks, and fireworks.
Everyone is getting into the spirit of the upcoming festive season.
Roy went straight to the tent in the middle of the market.
"Master, I haven't visited Golfin for several days," Galar, who was wearing a brand new blue silk robe and smiling like a spring breeze, greeted him, "Little guy can't eat what you want, and lost several pounds!"
"Don't talk nonsense... I think it has enough food, sleeps well, and its life is not to mention how comfortable it is." Roy approached the iron cage. After a while, Gorfinn's body was obviously a little bigger, with pale yellow fur and The gray and white feathers are shiny and healthy.
It was crawling in the cage, like a lion resting after eating, lazily licking its hooked paws.
But it sensed a strange movement, tilted its head, and turned its eyes to the demon hunter. As if it was stimulated by some kind of stimulation, it raised its head, and its body the size of a calf stood up from the cage.
All of a sudden, Golfin's emotions became extremely agitated - red light came from his black eyes, he stretched his neck and drilled his beak out of the iron fence, he licked his long scarlet tongue at the witcher, and let out a burst of "goo, The harsh noise of "cuckoo"... The sharp claws and strong wings made a "bang bang" sound in the cage, as if to tear a piece of flesh from him.
Roy has no doubt that if the cage is opened at this moment, it will attack immediately.
"It's only been a few days since I left, and the attitude backlash is so violent... It's really a bad idea to use shock and awe to tame the griffin."
If the griffin was so easy to domesticate, it would not be called the proudest animal in the world.
"Master... Calm down, Gorfin didn't mean to lose your temper with you, it... it probably entered puberty, and occasionally it can't be controlled..." Galal's thin face was covered with cold sweat, and he hurriedly explained, " It has been very obedient some time ago, and the daily exhibitions are honest..."
Galal was very worried. If the other party killed the griffin in anger, his good days of guarding the booth and collecting money would come to an end.
"No need to explain, I won't hurt it." Roy's dark golden eyes looked at the griffin without flinching. "Give me the key to the cage, and you go out first."
"You, what are you going to do?"
"Talk to it."
"You...you must be merciful!"
Galal struggled, and after a long time, he turned his head three times a step.
"By the way, Galal, don't worry about any movement you hear later! It's just me playing with it."
……
Roy sank his mind into the template and used up the upgraded attribute points——
Will: 11.5 → 12.5.
At this moment, the attribute of will finally exceeded twice that of Golfing, meeting the conditions for forced domestication.
"Will you resist, or will you be caught without a fight like Wilt?" Roy quickly touched the long beak of the griffin sticking to the outside of the cage.
"Bo..." With a sound, the bottle cork of "Swallow" was opened.
"Gulu Gulu", black blood vessels appeared on the young man's face, and his expression became ferocious.
"Actually, I can lock you up with an iron chain first, and then force domestication," Roy rubbed his fists, twisted his neck, and his bones "Kaz" sounded, "but if you domesticate you by such despicable means, you must Not convinced either."
"So I'll give you a chance, listen up, Golfin..." The demon hunter's five fingers flexibly traced in mid-air, and the leather armor around his body began to glow yellow.
"If you can break free from domestication later, I will give you back your freedom! I swear on the honor of the Snake Demon Hunter!"
"Otherwise, in this life, you will honestly be my mount!"
"crunch-"
The iron door of the cage opened, and the witcher lowered his body and rushed over!
……
Outside the tent cloth, Galar's expression was extremely exciting.
From the dark gap behind him, there were continuous sounds of collisions, tearing, sharp screams, and the man's cries of pain, as if a nine-level "tsunami" was happening.
He glanced in by chance, and saw that the cage that locked Golfin was shaking violently, as if it would burst at any moment.
Reminiscent of a rocking bed.
"Master Roy, what the hell is he doing in the cage? What is he going to do to the little baby?" Galal could imagine a scene in his mind - a demon hunter with a hideous face and a murderous look, is putting the helpless The little griffin who was helping him was pressed to the ground, violently punching and ravaging.
Galar clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes, lowered his head and trembled his beard, and prayed in a low voice, "Goddess Freya bless... let poor Golfing survive! The witcher... let him go like this!"
After a full quarter of an hour, all movement in the tent disappeared.
"crunch-"
The cage door was pushed open again.
A slender figure stepped out.
The dim sunlight shines through the tent cloth to reveal a young man in a state of distress. The image is simply horrible—the black leather armor that was intact before entering the cage has several holes and openings, revealing several bloody wounds. He was not spared, leaving a group of bruised bruises on his left cheek.
And he looked tired and staggered, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.
"Master Roy...you, what happened, you were robbed?" Galal asked tremblingly, his eyes kept looking into the cage behind the demon hunter.
Could it be Golfing already?
"It's nothing serious, it's just that I played crazy with Golfin!" Roy blew a loud whistle, and in an instant, a half-lion, half-eagle monster jumped out of the iron cage.
It was a mess, its gray feathers and lion-like mane matted, but its eyes were full of light, and it rushed like a gust of wind to the witcher's feet.
"Goo-goo-"
With a trembling meek call, the griffin's furry head rubbed against the demon hunter's leg, with an affectionate attitude as if facing his biological parents.
Roy exhaled, patted the Griffin's neck rhythmically with his left hand, and his face became relieved.
Recalling the previous experience, the body is still aching.
Compared to Werther, Golfing is at least ten times more rebellious!
At the beginning of the forced domestication, he developed extreme hatred for him, and launched a frenzied attack with fangs and claws.
Deterrence doesn't work either.
Roy is like a lonely boat on the sea in a stormy night, and the ship will be destroyed at any time. The only thing he can do is to ride on Golfin's back, hold on to its wings and neck mane, and avoid its blows rigidly. Attack and hit.
Once distanced, forced domestication immediately fails.
To wrestle with it head-on, and he has no fangs or claws, so he has to suffer a bit.
You can only use the Kunen Seal to resist the attack until the magic power is exhausted.
In the end, his health was reduced by one-third, his muscles were sore, his bones were about to fall apart, and he finally survived the torture for a quarter of an hour.
After this experience, Roy began to laugh at some of his thoughts.
A young griffin counterattacks so sharply.If a demon hunter, Leto or Geralt is domesticated, he will be killed within ten seconds, and the target must remain awake... The friendly relationship between them will be completely destroyed immediately.
After all, human beings are different from animals, but as normal as it is, it is impossible to be kind to the guy who wants to ride him.
If the subject of domestication is replaced by the ancient daughter, Ciri, the willpower required for domestication will meet the standard, but once it starts, Roy can predict that the ancient blood in her body will inevitably run away, and he may not be able to survive by then.
……
Roy shook his head, putting away those unrealistic thoughts.
Being able to tame Griffin Griffin is already a great fortune. Not everyone can meet such a young Griffon. Now everything is ready, and when it grows up a bit, you can experience the thrill of flying.
"Master Roy, are you going to take it away?" Galal licked his chapped lips and asked hesitantly.
"You continue to support..." Roy stroked Golfin's smooth back. Free nanny is not so easy to find, "The exhibition can continue."
The witcher squatted down and patted the ground, and the little griffin immediately lay down obediently, revealing its soft belly, allowing him to stroke it.
With a wave of the arm to the left like a flag, the griffin immediately rolled to the left on the ground, and with a wave to the right, the griffin rolled to the right again, like a well-trained domestic dog.
Galar stared dumbfounded.
"If Golfin disappears suddenly one day, don't doubt it, I'll take it with me, and your business will end at that time. Understand?"
"As you wish."
After finding a better place to live, Roy summoned Golfin away, and then began to train it to hunt.
After all, a griffin is not only a mount, but also one of the top predators in the animal world, a good partner for hunting monsters!
Chapter 2 Dance!
The young witcher sat cross-legged under the shabby house, his back straight, his body and mind relaxed, his face as peaceful as the surface of calm water, without a single wave.
He gestured calmly, a faint breath lingered around his body, the air was like an invisible palm, gently stroking his muscles, rippling his close-fitting white shirt.
A mote of colored light shone from nothingness, became visible to the naked eye, and slowly but firmly plunged into his body.
Gradually, more light spots poured out, like sparks sputtering from a fire, burning his skin, searing his muscles, and melting into the soul of the witcher.Repeatedly, again and again.
"Hmm..." At some point, Roy let out a long breath and opened his eyes. For a moment, the dark golden pupils seemed to be pregnant with stars, shining brightly.
He stretched out the index finger of his right hand, but he could not see any incantations or seals, and a petite flame just ignited out of thin air, suspended at his fingertips, like a bright red bean, dancing playfully back and forth with his fingers .
"The transformation of Brokleon's water finally ended today. I didn't expect to be able to do this..."
Compared to before, his elemental affinity has increased by about 1 to 2%. Although the improvement is not large, his level [-] demon hunter seal can already exert the power of level [-].
The most important thing is that his control over the seal has improved, the magic power has become docile, and he obeys his orders, and there will be no more jokes about randomly consuming magic power every time he releases the seal.
The witcher got up and stretched his muscles, then put on the clean clothes he had prepared and went out.
"Well, just to appreciate how those three guys made such a fool of themselves."
Today is Harvest Festival.
Outside the house, the sun is setting and the night is falling.
Even if he lived in the most remote corner of Sintra, the demon hunter could still feel the huge movement coming from a few streets away, and there was a faintly moving flame in that position in his vision.
"At this point in time, the parade has begun."
As the witcher walked past, a considerable number of houses along the way were dark and quiet, because their owners had all gone out to the street to revel.
The witcher also saw another group of people—married old men, with well-dressed wives and children, building a bonfire with pine logs in the open space near their home, preparing for the evening bonfire.
Harvest Festival can also be enjoyed as a family, without having to go crazy on the streets.
Yes, crazy, there is still some distance from the central long street, and Roy's sight is already filled with people writhing desperately.
Men, women and children, rich people in gorgeous velvet jackets, and poor people who can't hide their shabby looks in their old shirts from the bottom of the suitcase.
They gathered on the side of the street, some men with red hats put their hands on their hips, and danced a very rhythmic leg dance, and some jumped high on the spot first, then waved their hands towards the center, or twisted their buttocks and waists at will. , neck, jumping out of order, purely to vent.
"Crazy, they're all crazy..." The demon hunter walked in front of the crowd, his expression even more exciting.
Without exception, everyone was in high spirits and yelled desperately. The loudness and sharpness of their voices even surpassed those of the shrews who scolded each other in the street.
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