God-level Demon Hunter

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of Escal, who was in charge of the guidance, "Roy, I didn't expect that in addition to swordsmanship, you are also so talented in magic seals. It's much faster than me. It took me three days or how long to learn it?"

The Heliotrope seal is indeed more difficult than the other five types, requiring more precise mana control.

Geralt looked complicated, "It took me two days."

The trainers next to him gathered around and looked at the black light surging around Roy.

Tsk amazed.

An apprentice demon hunter can learn faster than the three Snake Sect seniors!

In fact, in the pure magic talent competition, the blood of the ancients made Roy stand at the pinnacle of the demon hunter, and his non-stop self-created magic training also played a role.

"Damn it, it took me a week! People are so different?" Lambert didn't hide the jealousy on his face. "Have you checked the magic talent of this brat, are you sure he shouldn't go to the Warlock Academy?"

"He is a demon hunter, there is no doubt about it." Lei Suo said in a deep voice, with relief and approval in his amber pupils.

Vesemir suddenly stepped forward and patted Roy on the shoulder, and blinked his bright eyes at them,

"This kid's magical talent is not inferior to that of the Griffon faction. It would be a waste not to go to Kyle Siren. Why don't you do this, everyone of the Snake faction, how about transferring him to Kyle Morhen first?"

"..."

Chapter 6 Sacrifice Greater Than Meaning

During the whole day, Snake faction and Wolf faction were almost soaked in the training ground.

In addition to learning the Heliotrope seal, there are also some interesting items interspersed in the middle-Ox and Lambert always bickered because they didn't like each other, and they were singled out twice.

Father Vesemir will be the referee.

As a result, the young wolf hunter was educated twice.

The age gap is there, no matter swordsmanship or magic seal, there is a gap between him and Oakes.

However, the more Lambert loses, the more unconvinced he becomes, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

……

Roy didn't get involved in this muddy water, he followed Eskar around Kaer Morhen in his busy schedule.

Such a huge fortress, with towers and countless rooms, accommodated at least a hundred people in its heyday. He could imagine the prosperous scene many years ago.

Traces of the past can be seen everywhere.

Dilapidated portraits or murals hang on the walls of some corridors.

Some of them belonged to well-known wolf sects, such as Reigns, the leader of the wolf sect in a certain era, Vesemir, the only remaining grand master of the wolf sect, and his three disciples.

There is also a mural related to other schools - the dragon slayer "George of Kagan" of the Griffin School, drawing spells with both hands, the firelight of Igni and the blue light of Alder intertwined, and the green dragon howled and gave the head.

According to Escal, the mentors of the wolf faction believed that it would be very beneficial for their training to let the apprentice demon hunters be influenced by George's dragon-fighting scene.

In fact, George died very aggrieved. He killed the green dragon that caused disasters everywhere, but he was also seriously injured and dying, and he didn't even have the strength to drink the healing potion.

In the end, a thief stole the equipment and blueprint, and pretended to save but actually assassinated.

George died unwillingly and disappointed.

The Griffin Demon Hunter, who abides by the way of knights, risked his life to kill the monsters that scourge and burn the village for humans, but he himself died of human greed.

The matter was so ironic that the naughty wolf apprentices didn't respect this foreign dragon slayer very much, and painted him with an exaggerated mustache and a masculine silhouette.

After all, the glory days are in the past.

Kaer Morhen is empty these days, with most areas devoid of ghosts and few home decorations.

The cold wind blowing across the fields blew in through the windows and passed through the corridor unimpeded, without even hearing an echo.

The whole fort was quiet and lonely like a dead city, like a ruin.

……

The two walked through the corridors and stepped on the long spiral escalator.

Escal dutifully explained the purpose and history of each building and room: reception room, training ground, podium, alchemy room, forging hall, library... Most of the facilities were damaged and unable to work, leaving only basic functions.

"Master Eskar, Kaer Morhen has always been just the four of you? How long has this been going on?"

The strong man bowed his head in silence for a long time,

"There are actually seven or eight wolf sects of our time, but most of them died in the Demon Hunter Tournament."

Demon Hunter Tournament?

It seems to be a competition between the northern witcher schools.

Roy recalled.

It happened when Geralt was in his teens and 20s.In the conference, King Radovit II of Kaldwin divorced the cat demon hunters, and together they took action against the wolf faction.

Secretly mobilized heavy troops again, intending to exterminate all mutants.

Although the conspiracy was not complete, most of the witchers in the north died in this battle.

The referee druid Mossack came to his aid, and Geralt escaped with his life.

"There are also two or three demon hunters who disappeared and betrayed the school. They probably couldn't escape their fate and died in a certain battle."

Roy shook his head secretly, not necessarily.

As far as he knew, Berengar, the forge master who betrayed the wolf faction, lived in Vizima and was still alive and well.

"To this day, Kaer Morhen has not replenished with fresh blood for more than 20 years. The last apprentice was an orphan picked up by Teacher Vesemir. It is a pity. Due to the lack of warlock assistance, he failed to survive the grass trial. Death It's... very painful."

Gu Jing's face showed deep loneliness, and Escal said, "For more than 20 years, there are only four of us living in Kaer Morhen to barely maintain a little popularity."

"Vesemir stays at the castle most of the time. And me, Geralt, and Lambert come back every winter, drink and share stories around the campfire, and stay until the beginning of spring."

Roy was in a trance.

Geralt, three young men, could at least venture out and have some fun.

An old man in Vesemir, guarding such a lonely and dilapidated fortress for decades, what is it like?

He was suddenly puzzled.

What is the reason that the Wolf faction has not made any changes for hundreds of years and allowed itself to be annihilated by the times?

He couldn't help but ask,

"Besides Master Vesemir, have you three 'young men' taken any apprentices?"

Escal stopped in his brisk pace, and stroked the scar on his right face again.

He thought of the creator of this scar, his accidental son.

At the beginning Escal chose to let go and did not take her away. She did not become a witcher, but she also started a brilliant life.

"Neither Geralt nor I have anything to do with apprentices."

"The profession of a demon hunter is always linked to destiny. The rise, prosperity, and decline of the academy are also a doomed result." The man said, "If the law of accident prevents us from recruiting apprentices, then it is fate." !"

Roy raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the man with the scar face to be so negative and pessimistic.

The meaning revealed in the words is that waiting for fate to send the apprentice to him is different from waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?

"Master Eskar, have you ever thought that if the wolf faction doesn't make any changes and continues to let it go, those who return to Kaer Morhen in the future, the partners who have a good drink and share the wonderful journey with you, will Fewer and fewer."

"Aren't you sad, are you sad?"

……

"I'm used to it..." Escal shook his head, "The witcher always leaves suddenly."

"You have experienced the trial of green grass, understand, the process of mutation is full of misfortune and pain."

The man paused, looked at the empty hall, and said the words that Roy will never forget,

"To a certain extent, every time there is one more accidental child who accepts the grass trial, there will be one more dismantled family in the world, and one more lonely mutant who has endured the malice of the whole world for a long time."

"But this pain also pays off, and all the hard work is worth it!" Roy retorted, "At least after the mutation, the demon hunter has strength and longevity beyond the reach of ordinary people, repelling robbers and invaders, and surviving in a dangerous environment." come down."

"With this power, the world is so big, where can I go?"

……

"Roy, you are still young... you don't understand some truths. For most people, an ordinary and ordinary life is the real happiness." Escal shook his head. "As a demon hunter, sacrifice is far more important than meaning!"

"Besides, there is no resident mage in Kyle Mo Rare, and no one can handle many alchemy instruments. The trial of green grass is too risky, and it is tantamount to death."

"Geralt thinks so too?"

Escal didn't answer, or acquiesced.

No wonder, last night they avoided talking about change.

Perhaps the entire wolf faction would be better off with Vesemir still willing to recruit apprentices.

Lambert is more ambivalent.

There is no doubt that Geralt and Escal must bear some responsibility for the decline of the Wolf faction.

They don't want to see any more young children, tortured by brutal mutations.

So they all gave up their daughter of destiny.

Unless God sends an orphan who has no father and no mother to him.

Otherwise, these two guys probably never would have opened.

Roy sighed, feeling a strong premonition in his heart.

It is not difficult to reach a covenant of mutual assistance with the wolf faction.

But it is very difficult to let them join the team and grow the power of the demon hunter together.

How can I change their thinking?

Well, first, gain their trust.

……

"Let's go, Roy, I've seen what I should see, and go prepare dinner."

Chapter 7 The Lost Blueprint

Today's dinner is not as rich as yesterday, but there are roasts, stews, and vegetables.

After a day of hard training, the witcher was so hungry that he could eat a cow.

With a big mouth to chew, the teeth that are far stronger than ordinary people can chew the barbecue meat including the belt and bone. You have a leg bone, and I have a piece of meat. It seems that you are in a competition. A roasted forest deer on the plate can be eaten in less than 5 minutes. Turned into a skeleton.

The bald man put down a piece of deer leg that was sucked smooth, tested his eyes at his companion, raised his full wine glass,

"Master Vesemir, in order to thank you for your selfless guidance today, I would like to offer you a toast!"

"Respect Wolf Pie!"

"To Kaer Morhen!"

"Friendship forever!"

……

Most of the wolf faction smiled back, but there was also an unharmonious "snorting" sound.

"What's the matter, Oakes, because of his age, he beat me in the training ground, so he thought drinking was better than me?" Lambert raised his glass, his pale cheeks looked extremely unwilling under the candlestick lighting, he provoked Said, "Do you dare to compare your drinking capacity with me?!"

"Come here! But you have to win a lottery," Oakes said without showing any weakness, "What do you say if you lose?"

Lambert yelled, "If you lose, I will kowtow to you as an apology!"

"What if you're lying?"

"Enough!" Leto gave Oakes a fierce look, and the latter finally died down.

"Sorry, Oakes has an impulsive temper and often speaks out of his head. I hope you will forgive me."

"Lambert's style is similar." Geralt's dark cat eyes circled between the two glaring men. "In fact, he usually only loses his temper at the person he likes to show he cares."

"Huh?!" Both eyes turned to White Wolf, making his scalp numb.

"Okay, guys, let's talk about some serious business." Lei Suo's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, "In order to thank the Wolf School for its special teaching, the Viper School decided to give your school a big gift after discussion."