God-level Demon Hunter

I can't move, broken spine, punctured liver or spleen, I know jumping through a portal with only one crystal powered is dangerous, but it's better than being caught and killed by a bunch of raging farmers.The mob broke into the tower, preventing me from activating the second crystal.Before I left, I took the wolf faction equipment blueprints with me—even if Valin didn't come to save me, I hope he will come to fetch these blueprints and save my life by the way.

What a fool I am, I don't have much time left.

……

"Phew... this skeleton is one of the warlocks stationed in the watchtower. Child or Heronimus? He just finished drawing the blueprint when he was attacked."

"I didn't expect that a dignified spellcaster would be cornered by a bunch of farmers with pitchforks."

"It's really sad."

Whether it is a witcher or a warlock, there is nothing they can do in the face of endless army, drugged and violent farmers.

"But I'm different. I can't beat it, but at least I can flash and teleport to escape."

Roy put away the mage's remains again, and slid down the cliff at the entrance of the cave.

Chapter 9 All the mages stationed in the castle are dead

"So this unlucky ghost injured his internal organs and couldn't make it through." Vesemir sighed, lowered his eyes, with a complicated expression,

"What's your impression of them?" Geralt looked at the blueprints of the four Wolf Factions, and handed them to Lambert and Escal next to him.

If the equipment on the blueprint can be manufactured, it will be much stronger than the existing high-end armor of the wolf faction.

However, many new alloys and materials are involved, and forging is extremely troublesome. Only a master blacksmith can take on this important task.

"Child and Hieronymus, two good old men, don't have the cold, bad-faced bad temper of other warlocks, and treat ordinary apprentices with the same gentle attitude." Before the old man's eyes, a purple scholar's robe and two thin-haired men appeared faintly. image.

When Vesemir was the wolf school's swordsmanship instructor in his youth, he didn't communicate much with the mage stationed in the castle, but he was grateful to the two for their dedication to the school.

"I've always had a question. Where did Kaer Morhen's resident mage come from? Arethusa or Ben Ade Warlock Academy?" Roy wiped the sweat from his brow, "They and the mob who led the attack on the castle What's the difference between a mage?"

"Didn't your teacher explain it to you?"

Lei Suo, who was named, touched his nose, "When we joined the Snake Sect, Gethwald had long since lost his resident mage."

"Those three are very good. They can survive the [-]% death rate in the grass trial alone."

Vesemir recalled,

"The mages stationed in the castle usually graduated from the Warlock Academy, and are good at biological mutations and live experiments... Most of them maintain friendly relations with the first generation of demon hunters and are willing to coexist peacefully with us."

"Mages stationed in the castle are indispensable to the Demon Hunter Academy. With their assistance, the pass rate of the grass trial can be increased by [-] to [-] percent."

"The group of mages who incited the mob is another extreme. They only regard the demon hunter as a disposable experimental material, and prefer to use violence to usurp the research results of the school."

"Once the information is obtained, the experimental product loses its value."

"Obviously, they have got their wish. So today, most mages neither appreciate nor hate demon hunters. They are no longer interested in demon hunters."

Not necessarily, Roy shook his head, a beautiful image flashed in his mind.

He knew a powerful warlock, the best candidate for the next resident mage of the Snake Sect.

But at this time, Roy had other doubts in his heart.

"Master Vesemir, are you the first generation of demon hunters? Have you ever met the original creators of demon hunters, the legendary Azulei and Cosimo?"

To some extent, these two can also be regarded as the resident mages of Liesborger Castle, the birthplace of the witcher.

"To be precise, I belong to the second generation of demon hunters." Vesemir shook his head, "I have never met the creator, but I heard legends about them from the mouths of my predecessors when I was young."

"Did you know that the chivalry spirit of the Griffin Sect originally came from Azulie. Before he became a mage, he was a knight apprentice for a while, trying his best to help others, and wanted to be recognized."

"And Azulie's teacher, Cosimo, has an endless desire to explore and exuberant curiosity. Decades after he created the No. 1 demon hunter, he found a new scientific research goal and brought his disciples Leaving the Demon Hunter Order, which was already on the verge of splitting. Since then, many legends and stories have been left around the world, but they have never reappeared for nearly 100 years."

So far no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

After the two sorcerers left.

The Demon Hunter Sect has no leader and has lost control. Because of different ideas, it split into several groups, and each led like-minded people and a handful of mages to different countries to establish schools.

"Son, you've heard enough of the story, it's time to move on to the next stop." Vesemir clapped his hands to get everyone's attention back, and returned the blueprint to the Snake Demon Hunter, "You first take these Put it away, baby, and make arrangements after finding all the blueprints."

"Also, don't be so reckless next time you encounter danger. Demon hunters don't like to let young people stand in front of them."

……

The next treasure location is still a dilapidated watchtower.

Located northwest of Kaer Morhen.

The eight rode on horseback.

In the middle of the run, there was a little episode.

Three huge grizzly bears suddenly emerged from behind a snow-covered pine forest.

Roaring through the forest, the birds flew away, the horses panicked, and the witchers fell hard.

Divided into two factions without any confusion.

Coincidentally put on the Queen's seal.

Predator and prey identities are reversed.

The tactics of the two factions are surprisingly consistent.

Arden's trap glows purple, restraining the grizzly's body.

Then use the Axis in turn to confuse the grizzly's mind.

Taking advantage of the situation, piercing the eyeball with a long sword and attacking the brain deeply

……

In the bushes, the flickering light of the French seal intertwined with the piercing light of the sword.

The howling of giant beasts one after another quickly changed from high pitched to weak.

It doesn't take half a minute.

Three behemoths fell heavily to the ground, and the white snow was dyed a shocking red.

A family of grizzlies is dying.

"Shh-"

Arondette pierced the last bloody eye socket, and Roy wiped the blood off the sword with the bear skin.

Kill the Grizzly.

EXP +170, Demon Hunter Lv7 (3660/4500)

"Geralt, what happened to Kaer Morhen's grizzly bear? Has it mutated like Rocky and doesn't need to hibernate?" Roy asked like this, but he actually loved these experience-giving "bears" to death. "Baby", with a few more heads, he will be able to upgrade!

"Boy, your "Biological Theory" definitely failed!" Lambert made a grimace, "I haven't stored enough fat, why is the grizzly hibernating, to have sex dreams?"

"But it's strange to say that since the four visits, Kaer Morhen has been doing a lot of good things. It's the blueprint of the school, and it's the bear's paw..." Lambert cut the grizzly's neck with his sword, and started After peeling off the bear's skin, everyone paid special attention in this battle, and the fur was not damaged.

"It would be more perfect without this stinky mouth!"

Old Vesemir, shaking his head, focused on another matter.

The Snake faction asked Roy to end the Grizzly, saying it was for a trial.

He didn't believe this nonsense.

The dark cat pupils glanced at the excited Roy. Does this kid have other specialties besides his predictive ability?

……

The watchtower in the north is located on a flat field.

Surrounded by a circle of mottled and damaged city walls.

The crowd just poured into the gap in the broken city wall.

In an instant, the pendant buzzed as a warning, and a strange light appeared in the distance, and a translucent demon spirit covered in rotting corpses "desperately" attacked several people.

The next scene is quite funny.

Seeing that there was only one enemy, the seven demon hunters spent all their time "sweeping" beside them.

Leave the chance of exercise to the youngest witcher.

Roy is quite experienced in dealing with evil spirit monsters.

With the left hand drawing black and khaki spells continuously, Heriot and Kunn stepped forward one after another, holding the Lake Lady's sword to bully them.

Purple Arden traps and binds demon spirits.

Arondette sprinkled dark red light.

Less than ten seconds.

The demon spirit howled and turned into a pool of emerald green dust.

"Evil spirit essence, evil spirit dust, small green mutants, plus [-] experience points." Roy couldn't help but feel happy, killing monsters and taking treasures was extremely comfortable.

……

The gate of the watchtower inside the wall has been blocked by the broken stones that collapsed inside, making it completely impossible to enter.

But everyone found a remains outside the tower, and dug out a blueprint of the wolf faction silver sword from under the broken bone.

And another suicide note, from Chard, the assistant of the resident mage Heronimus.

Roughly speaking, farmers with pitchforks and hoes attacked the watchtower led by a team of warlocks, and Child locked himself in the tower to avoid disaster.

No doubt the farmers finally succeeded in violently breaking down the tower, looting and burning most of the belongings, and killing poor Childe.

"So the corpse discovered earlier came from Hieronymus...None of the two mages stationed in the castle survived." The light in Vesemir's eyes dimmed, and the joy of finding the blueprint was gone, "I didn't Expect more, such is Kaer Morhen's fate."

"Why didn't Child open the portal and just stay in the watchtower?" Roy wondered.

"Maybe he failed to master the teleportation spell, after all, he is just an assistant." Lei Suo gave a guess.

"Wait, guys, there are two more people mentioned in this suicide note, Valin... I've heard of it," Geralt said, "the blacksmithing instructor who was at the same time as Vesemir... and another named Ega who is it?"

"Aiga, a legendary blacksmith." Vesemir explained, "one of the dozen or so first-generation demon hunters who moved to Kaer Morhen. Unfortunately, his whereabouts were unknown while traveling. This series of wolf faction blueprints, It was drawn based on the various traces left by him."

"The blueprints of the imitations are so exquisite," everyone couldn't help but be fascinated, "How powerful would the wolf faction equipment be if Master Aijia personally made it?"

Roy thought of another thing. Perhaps this Aiga who passed down the drawings of the Wolf School, his own strength and status in the school are not inferior to Ivar Xieyan of the Snake School.

But he also disappeared.

Where did the seniors of the Demon Hunter School go?

Just died in an unknown corner and became a treasure relic?

"Brothers, it's time to go. We still have the last blueprint for the steel sword." Eskar put away the mage's remains, "When we find all the blueprints, we should give them a more dignified burial."

Chapter 10 Reflections of the past, a hundred years of obsession

The howling north wind swept across the wilderness among the mountains.

The thick gray-black cloak was quietly covered with hoarfrost.

The eight demon hunters rushed to the old fortress on the west side of the fortress without stopping, a circular building like a Colosseum.

Stepping in from the gate, look around the dilapidated and desolate square occupied by weeds and shrubs.

The younger generation of the wolf faction suddenly looked dazed.

"Escal, do you still have any memories? We were trained here when we were young..." Geralt's face softened.

"It lasted for three or four years, until the Trial of Green Grass." The scar-faced man recalled the past, and glanced at the old mentor beside him, "Vesemir drove us in like chickens, and practiced swordsmanship. It’s not yet dawn, and the sun goes down in the evening... Every time, the buttocks and arms will be swollen for a day, and the waist and back will hurt. We also apply ointment to each other.”

Escal's tone paused, and the stiff cheeks made it harder to smile, "Geralt, I remember your butt is round and upturned, especially when paired with tight leather pants."

"Cough, cough!"

"Young man, you should thank me," the old man stroked the beard on his upper lip, "If it weren't for my strict training, you would have become the dinner of the water ghost."

"Speaking of which, both of you are my proud disciples."

"Then me? Why didn't you bring me here for training?" Lambert raised his chin, his eyes unwilling, and asked sharply, "Why did I only jump stakes in the narrow courtyard of the castle when I was a child?"

"Vesemir, you cruelly deprived me of the fun of my childhood!"

"This place is dilapidated, there's nothing to see. And when you came, I was getting old and my energy was not as good as before. I didn't want to go so far every day to guide you!" The old man shook his head, "Besides, it's not enough to have Geralt and Escal to accompany you in training?"