God-level Demon Hunter

"Shortly after that, I used vomit to kill an ancient deer head spirit, although it was in an extremely weak resurrection state."

"Ahem, Roy, I know you're amazing!" Geralt's eyelids twitched and he muttered inwardly. "But now I'm a teacher."

Why didn't the boy hunter take you in?

White Wolf waved his hand and stopped his flamboyant show off, "Listen carefully and don't interrupt me! Let's talk about Fox Demon."

When it was the turn of the three guys from the Wolf School to give lectures, they would occasionally instill a little bit of the Wolf School's thoughts and ideas into Roy.

For example, a demon hunter should act in moderation, try to avoid getting involved in political struggles, and stick to the way of neutrality.

Roy admired their principles.

But the heart does not agree.

The whole world is changing. If a demon hunter does the opposite and doesn't make any adjustments, he will inevitably be eliminated.

But neither he nor the wolf faction can convince anyone.

We can only wait for the establishment of the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters in the future, and speak with facts!

……

After the theory class, in the second half, the demon hunters guided Roy on alchemy with reference to the old but complete alchemy equipment in the castle and the rich herbal storage around Kaer Morhen.

It mainly includes the alchemy level of Lv2, basic potions and sword oils that are sufficient for refining: ogre oil made from bear fat and moon rose petals, dog oil and mixed animal oil made from white zinnia...the use is relatively good Frequent, "cats" that enhance dark vision...

And several necessary intermediates for refining potions, ether, alum, cinnabar...

Roy has devoted himself to a fulfilling alchemy life, facing a simple and dilapidated alchemy platform, his fingers are flying, and bottles, jars, shelves, pestles, scales, and various processed herbs are moving in his hands.

Absorb knowledge and gain experience eagerly.

A senior is in charge of guidance.

But the rest of the guys are not so reliable, sneaking in to drink and fight Quint, or wandering around the entire valley, climbing mountains and wading, fishing for shrimps, or even finding a snow mountain that is neither high nor low, and using a crudely made I had a great time sliding down the high slope on the sled.

This is the happiest time for them since the Snakes sent everyone to the north.

Except that there is no woman, everything else is fine!

……

After dinner every day, it’s Roy’s favorite free time——

Kaer Morhen, the barren snow outside the castle.

Under the bright moonlight.

The brown-and-yellow griffin is carrying its master, sprinting towards the distant forest wall that jagged into the sky in a joyous manner. Compared with most four-legged beasts, its posture of running close to the ground is very clumsy.

The spring-like hind legs with sharp hooks and claws took the lead in clasping the ground, and the majestic body leaped forward for a certain distance by the reaction force, raising snow, fallen leaves and dead grass.

Suddenly.

With a wingspan of more than two meters, the gray cloak-like wings pressed down heavily on the ground and slapped forward again.

so repeatedly.

The pause between each line is particularly noticeable.

Running faster than a horse.

After a run-up of hundreds of meters, the Griffin suddenly stood up, its wings stretched to the limit suddenly closed, and slapped heavily——

"call--"

The wind blew the soft mane and shook it, and the ground was covered with snow.

It soared into the sky suddenly, its brown body streaked across the night sky.

Like a faint meteor passing by.

"call--"

The icy night wind blew, and the knight sitting behind it leaned further, clung to the soft and warm back of the griffin, grasped the mane between the necks with both hands, and buried his face into the furry neck of the griffin.

The cold air passed by, and the back of the demon hunter's neck was slapped slightly.

The dark golden pupil of the demon hunter stared round, looking down.

The wide and flat snow field leads to the depths of the mountains, covered with silver pine trees shaking their branches and shaking off the snow, the sparkling river reflects a crescent moon, and the majestic and dilapidated Kaer Morhen Castle disappears in the dark of night place.

Everything quickly shrunk and moved away from him.

"Fortunately, I don't have a fear of heights."

Roy showed a wanton smile.

It has been more than a year since I came to the world of the witcher.

He finally flew up, in this magical world with backward technological power.

With his mount Gorfinn, he became the first witcher to fly high into the sky.

He has done something that even most warlocks have never done - the caster can only temporarily stay in the sky with the buoyant force field, unable to fly or soar.

Ride a griffin, fly high into the sky, and overlook the shrinking scenery below.

This feeling is wonderful and magical.

It's fascinating.

Roy squinted and took a deep breath greedily.

The high air is crisp and freezing.

"call--"

The griffin easily flapped its wings and rose 30 meters into the night sky.

Distant stars twinkle overhead.

It felt the joy of the owner.

"Ho Ho" shouted joyously, circling or gliding in place, until Roy patted its neck affectionately and praised it fiercely, and then flew towards the mountains in the darkness and mist in the distance with satisfaction.

Fly over several pine forests, a raised hill, and a dense bauhinia bush.

"Roar—" Gorfin suddenly let out a low growl in surprise, the frequency of flapping his wings dropped sharply, and he stopped his body in mid-air.

His jet-black eyes looked down.

"Roar--"

Roy followed its line of sight, and saw a pair of curved horns protruding from the delicate bauhinia bushes.

The snow sheep of Kaer Morhen, covered with thick white fluff, is quite naive.

At the moment, the goat is chewing plants vigilantly, pricking up its ears and looking around with dark eyes.

But it was completely unaware that in the dark night sky above its head, there were two pairs of malicious eyes less than 20 meters away!

"Gorfin, how about a roast whole lamb tonight?"

"Roar!"

Roy thought about it.

The five fingers of the left hand outline a crimson triangle charm in the air.

A push towards the target.

Igni Fury!

Suddenly, a perfectly round fireball ejected from the palm triangle.

Tear through the night, leaving behind a dazzling trail!

From top to bottom, attack the animals hiding in the bauhinia bushes.

The scorching night wind approached.

The snow goat finally smelled the smell of death, and with a "baa", it turned around like lightning, got out of the grass, and ran into the distance.

However, the fireball, which was supposed to hit the ground inaccurately, suddenly turned a [-]-degree turn in mid-air, turned around, and hit the snow sheep's back at a faster speed.

"boom!"

A great fire burst out in the dark night.

The poor animal seemed to be hit from behind by a galloping horse, and its burning body rolled away several meters away.

With a burst of flames and thick white smoke, it screamed "baa", shook its legs twice, and lost its movement.

"Kill snow sheep, experience +5, demon hunter Lv7 (6800/4500)."

"call--"

Five seconds later.

A huge shadow descended from the sky and landed next to the scorched corpse that smelled like meat.

The witcher jumped off the griffin.

With a "bang", Alder extinguished the flame on the barbecue.

Grabbed a short knife out of thin air and began to skillfully cut and skinned, most of the bloody prey was used to reward Golfing.

He set up the stove on the spot and put the remaining leg of lamb on the grill.

Curls of cooking smoke rose into the night sky.

Rich and meaty aroma.

Looking up at the twinkling stars, Roy smiled comfortably.

"Thank you, buddy!" The witcher gently massaged its wings and combed its hair.

"Roar—" Golfin swallowed the flesh and blood squeezed in his throat, and narrowed his black eyes comfortably.

……

More than half a month has passed, and since Golfin was able to fly him, Roy will accompany it to hunt every night.

On the one hand, it is to cultivate a tacit understanding with the mount, and on the other hand, it is to brush up experience.

Demon hunters and griffins cooperate to hunt in a variety of ways, or Roy focuses on shooting with hand crossbows in the sky, and Igni Fury bombards prey on the ground. Both have the ability to track, so hunting has never happened. Frustrated.

Moreover, the prey on the ground could not reach them at all, and they were in an absolutely safe position.

Or Golfing is the main attack, according to the old routine, descending from the sky, using inertia, sickle-like claws, and long beaks to break open the flesh of the prey, killing it with one blow, or grabbing the prey and flying into the air together.

Tossed from a height to die.

One person and one griffin cooperated tacitly, almost at the top of the food chain, and the wild animals around Kaer Morhen were completely ruined:

The Blue Mountains are vast and rich in species.

Even in winter, the wild animals in the Blue Mountains are much more active than the suburban areas.

Snow goats, snow hares, wolverines, and forest deer were all ravaged by them.

At the most dangerous time, I encountered a hungry grizzly bear, a pack of wolves, and even a little mist demon who was hiding.

However, facing the combination of griffins and demon hunters, they have nothing to do, they can't hit them, and they can't run but they can't run at the speed of griffins comparable to goshawks.

You can't hide from the witcher's senses and the sharp perception and hunting instincts of the top predators.

The poor prey were all turned into a lot of experience and nourishment for each person and beast.

If possible, Roy would stay in the Blue Mountains for a longer period of time, and let Golfin carry him to go deeper into the mountains and explore the lost secrets.

But they can only wait for the next time, they will set off for the return journey the day after tomorrow!

"I don't know how the old man is doing. Have you seen your old lover?"

"Don't make us wait too long in Nuocheng."

Chapter 25 The Last Night of Kaer Morhen

winter morning.

In the exquisite and elegant town of Oxenfurt with red bricks and green tiles, snow began to fall in the sky.

Crystal snowflakes fell on the colorful wooden pointed roofs and the narrow and clean marble roads.