God-level Demon Hunter

Your will is strong enough to make more creatures submit to you, and you can subdue more mounts, +1 for mount positions.

Griffon Griffin has been bound, and there is 1 mount slot left.

……

Roy's heart skipped a beat.

Under what circumstances, improving the will failed to improve the expected killing ability, but instead increased the mount slot.

Can this template hear his heart, and actually solve his urgent needs——

When entering this strange world, the biggest problem facing us is the language barrier.

And if Roy can train a local, then he can communicate with them unimpeded through telepathy, which is equivalent to adding an obedient translator.

But Golfein occupies his seat and is his only home coordinates, so it is impossible to disband easily.

He was stuck in a dilemma, and this solved the problem.

He recalled the words of the four great masters,

"Fragment of the Supreme, fusion?"

"Could it be that this thing is really shaping and evolving according to my needs?"

One seat left.

Roy opened his eyes, and his dark golden eyes turned to the grinning Dragonborn in his dream.

This is a good training object.

But he couldn't do it. It would be too evil to turn a well-connected person who saved his life into a mount.

He does not intend to tame ordinary people.

He has to find a better target!

……

As for the choice of skill points.

He tried to continue to the tenth level of meditation, but as expected, there was no response.

"Your meditation has reached the full level, and there is insufficient information, so it cannot be improved temporarily."

Insufficient information, maybe it can be improved in the future.

Roy thought, where are the skill points used?

In a whole new world, observational skills for obtaining information are extremely important.

If the slaughter skill reaches level ten, it will evolve under the influence of level three will, which also makes him excited.

Then this skill point is used to improve the observation of Lv2, or the slaughter of Lv7, which is the second highest level.

He can't decide for now.

Because hundreds of people were killed in the war, the massacre skill was on the verge of upgrading, and it was not worthwhile to use it now, so the skill points were still reserved.

As for his three bound weapons.

This upgrade failed to obtain new enchantments, and he still had to choose enhancements based on the existing ones, but they didn't quite agree with his wishes.

Roy has not made a choice for the time being, and plans to wait and see if there is any change in accumulating two strengthening opportunities.

……

Finished browsing the templates.

He lightly closed his eyes, trying to meditate for the first time in this brand new world.

The tenth-level meditation was as smooth as flowing water. After a few seconds, the light was drawn away from his body, and he entered a dark world.

Different from the past, there are no colorful elemental particles and chaotic energy here, and it is surrounded by a kind of finer particles.

If the four elements are fruits, then this new particle is equivalent to the core of the fruit, clustered around him, neither hot nor cold.

In the distant sky, the four elemental planes of earth, water, fire, and wind that Roy was familiar with also disappeared.

Instead, there is a huge void that is as dazzling as the sun and continuously radiates light, and countless voids that look like dots of stars in the night sky.

Just as elements and chaotic energy poured out from the four elemental planes continuously, supplementing Roy's magic power.

Smaller, spot-like energy particles gushed out from these dense cavities to fill the magic power in Roy's body.

And the speed is not slow at all.

Gradually, it brought him a sense of intoxication.

Suppose the chaotic energy and four elements of the witcher world are beer.

Then the magic energy of this world is dwarven spirits with a higher concentration.More pure and abundant.

Two hours later, the night was still dark.

Moonlight is like water.

After completing a round of meditation, the refreshed demon hunter suddenly widened his eyes, which were as bright as twinkling stars, and his face was full of disbelief.

You absorb a certain amount of soul through meditation.

Experience +24 (Mage Constellation Blessing +4)

Demon Hunter Lv12 (890/12500)

"It turns out that the magic energy in this world is not equivalent to elements, but contains souls and other things."

This means that here, he does not need to kill, and can gain experience by meditating.

Two hours and 24 points, if you continue to retreat for a day, you will have 288 experience points.

This is much higher than his normal efficiency in the witcher world!

But this approach is out of date now.

"Magic energy is more pure and subtle than elements, and it should also be able to aggregate into elements and release magic."

He tried to release Alder Tremor, Igni Rage and other seven seals continuously in the meditation world, and was surprised to find that the power of the seals had increased by [-]%.

But when he blesses Roar, the increase is not as good as in another world, because the space is filled with a lot of magic energy, but there are not many elements.

"Roar" manipulates elements, but has limited influence on mana!

"The spellcasting system in this world is very different from that of the demon hunter world. If you have the opportunity, you must see it!"

Roy took out the blood gem that the lady in the lake had given him. It had become empty after Kungulan's soul had been released.

He tried to continue meditating, and channeled the magic energy into his body into the blood gem.

One of the ingredients just flew away.

And the other kind, wisps of lavender light poured into the blood gem, but it was not as unruly as a human soul, but obediently stayed in the crystal wall, crowding every corner.

A few hours later, a prismatic gemstone emitting lavender light appeared in Roy's palm.

A blood gem full of souls.

……

Roy looked at it for a moment, and he felt that this thing should have a special purpose.

Have to find a local sorcerer for appraisal.

Put away the blood gems and be silent for a moment.

The moonlight shining through the window revealed a young and handsome face with a touch of sadness.

Unfortunately, in this completely strange world of meditation, he did not see the light clusters representing Lei Suo and corals. Perhaps the world is too far apart, so far away that it is difficult to find them.

"Coral, Leto, Geralt, Triss... I don't know how everyone is doing now?"

Chapter 4 find them

Another world, Novigrad.

There was a gloomy light from the window, and the air was cold. It was still the same old round table, but there were two fewer participants.

The remaining ten or so people did not say a word.

The atmosphere was extremely silent and oppressive.

"Cheer up, guys, the situation is unclear now, and it's far from the moment of sorrow and tears..." Lambert touched the mountain-shaped hairline, and turned his eyes to the dull-faced Geralt, "Geralt , when will you be so old that you can't even hold onto your daughter of destiny?"

"I was careless... I was too conniving with Shirley, I should have been tougher and brought her back earlier." White Wolf's voice was full of guilt, "But I already remember that person's face, and I saved it for him. A deep mark."

"I swear, I will take Ciri back from him!"

"Let's talk about the mage who appeared out of nowhere." Vesemir said with a slightly bitter tone. He had always wanted to see the accidental daughter of his disciple.

Compared with these halfway adopted children, he always believed that the accidental children really belonged to the demon hunters.

"Brown hair, wet black eyes, pointed nose, slender lips, about six feet tall, of medium build." Geralt paused, "Wears the Bright Stone Amulet, and knows a few crappy spells."

"Wow, Geralt of Rivia has been devastated by the crappy spells and missed the daughter of destiny?" Lambert asked exaggeratedly,

"He not only masters spells, but also has keen skills and good swordsmanship." Geralt recalled, "And based on his attire and temperament, I think he is most likely an agent of some country."

Everyone turned their eyes and thought for a moment.

"According to the worst case scenario..." Serrit Amber stared at the table with a serious expression. "That guy is from Nilfgaard. In fact, this possibility is the greatest."

"After an aggressive war, the invaders usually will not kill off the blood of the ruler, otherwise they can only forcibly occupy a country. Doing so requires a lot of money and material resources to reform the local people, and they have to face endless resistance actions, especially For a country like Sintra, where most of its citizens are upright and hot-tempered."

"But if they capture an heir to the kingdom who is logical in terms of blood, identity, and name..." Escal's dull voice sounded, "The intruders can use her as a puppet and use her identity to issue orders, and they will There are legitimate reasons to receive all the heritage of the occupied country."

"Compared to the hot-tempered East and Calanthe, nobles who would rather take poison than grovel. The young Princess Cintra is undoubtedly the best choice."

"Ninety-nine times out of ten, the emperor of Nilfgaard sent that mage spy to take Ciri abducted during the clean-up time after breaking down the city!" Vulture raised his dark glasses on his nose, resolutely.

The entire meeting room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and everyone felt a sense of suffocation.

The emperor of Nilfgaard sent someone to take Ciri away, how could they get him back?Rush into the endless army of black armor?

"Perhaps Ciri has been brought into the southern land by the knights, and is on the way to the city of the golden tower, the capital of Nilfgaard, and is about to meet Emhyr Enress." Oakes shook his head and sighed, "I want to rescue her. It’s as hard as climbing the sky.”

"Don't be so pessimistic, everyone, this is just a guess!" Keyan couldn't help shaking his head, "Geralt, did you see that mage take Ciri away with your own eyes?"

The white wolf shook his head, "I followed Ciri's scent and found a secret passage leading to the city below the castle, but her breath completely disappeared there...I feel like I was being led on a horse...I'd rather someone took her away."

Geralt's heart bleeds at the thought of that naughty man breaking into the purgatory city of Sintra, which was being looted by the Nilfgaardian cavalry alone.

"I will find her. Ciri is my accidental daughter, and I have a fateful connection with her..." Geralt's dark cat eyes flashed a frightening light, "Ms. Colin Tilly can help Come to me!"

"When the divination results come out, I will take her back!"

……

"Now, it's the turn of the next topic." Aiden tapped his finger on the table lightly to call everyone's attention back, "In the Battle of Manada, we have lost a colleague, Jaron Molu. It's a pity ,second……"

"No!" The dignified and glamorous sorceress suddenly roared sharply, like an angry lioness, her blue eyes turned to the window - a griffin was listlessly crawling under the plaque at the entrance of the yard, standing upright. Ears, eyes fixed on the alder forest.

Like a loyal dog waiting for its master.

But after waiting for too long without a response, the pair of black and bright eyes became dull, and it roared from time to time, and its mood seemed extremely depressed.

"Look at Golfin! The little villain once told me that Golfin and him have a deep bond that cannot be erased."

"Since the Griffin is still obediently staying at Gawain's House and obeying our orders, then Roy must be alive!" the sorceress held her head high, her tone firm but trembling.

"Calm down, Ms. Rita! Everyone understands that the kid is only temporarily missing. We will definitely find him!" Lei Suo said with his head down, his expression calm, but the clenched fists in front of him still showed that he was not calm Mood.

With cold and hard cheeks turned to the edge of the round table, a head of red hair draped over her shoulders, the charming female sorceress stared blankly.

"Ms. Triss, what happened at that time?"

Rita Nieder's gaze froze, and her willow eyebrows were tightened, revealing a trace of hidden hostility.

Triss lowered her head and murmured, "I was shot in the thigh by the Nilfgaard Black Armor, and I couldn't move. He took me and fled into the castle."

"Please, Triss," Rita Nieder looked at her, "you are a warlock, you master a skill called magic."

Triss murmured, she felt the other party's rapidly increasing anger, and she could also see the unusual relationship between the other party and Roy, and an uncontrollable sourness surged in her heart.

Has it always been self-indulgent?

"Why does a sorceress who is delicate and fleshy have to follow the demon hunter on a rampage in the battlefield? In that case, shouldn't you immediately open a portal and return to your warm and comfortable boudoir?"