God-level Demon Hunter

The beginning of long sword swordsmanship is more boring than imagined. Most people are wrong in the first step, the grip of the hilt.

They like to hold the hilt of the sword with two palms huddled together, or close together.

The correct grip is just the opposite. You should hold the hilt close to the grid with your sharp hand as the fulcrum of the lever, and hold the pommel at the end of the hilt with your non-sharp hand.

When swinging the sword, the sharp hand is responsible for controlling the attack direction of the long sword and bearing the weight of the sword body, while the non-sharp hand holding the pommel gives the blade extra power—using the principle of leverage, when the pommel is moved upwards, the sword The blade will slash downward.

After all, there is a foundation, and Roy immediately understood.

Hold the two-handed sword according to the corrected posture again, "The source of my sword dancing is wrong, but why do I think it's smooth? In the Smailk Mine, I killed many evildoers with the wrong grip. ghost."

The new grip made him feel awkward for a while, and it was difficult to adapt to it.

"Your initial grip is not much different from ordinary people who don't know swordsmanship, but if you encounter experts or dangerous humanoid monsters, you will be full of loopholes. Naturally, you are at a disadvantage in terms of strength and flexibility. You obviously used nine points of strength , but only five points are left when attacking the opponent or blocking the defense. Think about the process of the exchange just now."

Roy was taken aback when he heard the sound, and recalled the scene of being beaten violently without any power to parry.

"I see!"

"According to the correct posture, practice more."

The young man did as he said, walking casually on the lawn while waving the wooden sword with both hands, but he frowned very quickly.When the left and right hands hold a certain part of the hilt at the same time, he can easily exert force and retract force. However, according to the orthodox grip method, when moving the sword, the left and right hands are in an up and down position, but they can no longer cooperate skillfully. , Sometimes the strength from the two hands will even cancel each other out, causing chaos.

If the two hands are not well coordinated, if the strength of holding the sword hilt is wrong, you may even accidentally injure yourself.

No wonder the witcher wouldn't let him train with Gouversil.

"The way of holding the sword is the foundation of the foundation, the most important thing. If the foundation is not solid, you will not be able to understand and understand the swordsmanship in the future. Let me demonstrate it now and watch it carefully."

The demon hunter didn't have any footwork, and his feet were arched and motionless. Starting from the plow, he demonstrated the simplest chopping and sword stabbing, and at the same time explained the tightness of the grip and the essentials of the movements.

"What's so important about your posture?"

"Today I only practice the grip, depending on the proficiency, learn the basic footwork tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. As for the swordsmanship, we will see it in a week."

Roy nodded. After this personal experience, he realized that long sword swordsmanship is by no means as chic and exciting as he imagined at first. Any basic movement has the support of theory and actual combat.

But for a whole afternoon, I kept thinking about a simple movement, which was really boring, and most of the excitement in my heart was worn away.

Seeing his expression, the demon hunter was not surprised, "Regret? Future training will be more boring and painful than today."

"Come on, you want to hit me with a few words?" Roy was aroused to fight instead, "I'm not a shrinking turtle!"

He experienced this kind of extremely tedious training when he was getting started in crossbow shooting technology.

One afternoon, the boy was sweating profusely while holding the training sword.

When the setting sun slid over the towering dome of the Temple of Meritelli, a long and melodious bell suddenly sounded in the temple.

This is some kind of signal.

The priestesses who were still working put down the work at hand and walked towards the dining place in the temple in small groups, talking and laughing.

After finishing the training, Roy and the demon hunter followed the crowd and entered the hall next to the main hall.The hall is spacious and bright. Supported by dozens of pillars, rectangular tables are neatly arranged around it. It can accommodate two to three hundred people at a rough glance.

On the exquisite blue striped tablecloth, candlesticks cast warm yellow light, illuminating calm and joyful faces, as well as large urns containing food on the table.

The priestesses took their seats nearby and lowered their voices spontaneously.

Sitting among such a group of women, Roy kept fiddling with the spoon and fork on the plate in front of him, feeling quite restless.

Looking around, except for a big shiny bald head, there are all youthful faces - most of the girls in the temple are between fourteen and fifteen to twenty years old, which is the best age in their lives.Under the loose gray dress, her delicate body is full of elasticity, her delicate skin exudes a healthy blush, and her voice is clear and melodious.

And the sum of all the men in the banquet was less than one palm.He and the demon hunter were in it, like a little green among thousands of flowers, it was really eye-catching.

There are young and bold girls casting curious glances at the two, and there are also shy and introverted girls who awkwardly turn their faces away, but can't help but occasionally sneak a glance.

Of course, they often only glanced at the cold-faced and burly witcher, not daring to look at him, as if he was some kind of scourge; but he looked left and right at the young man next to the witcher, as if he had long hair on his face. Seeing the flowers, Roy was very uncomfortable.

It's always been a man who teases a woman, why is it the other way around at the Temple of Meritelli?

"Girls, be more reserved!" Roy groaned in his heart, trying to shift his attention to the big steaming urn in front of him. He could smell potatoes, turnips, radishes and other vegetables, as well as the strong Chicken, pork taste.

At this time, the hall was full of people, and the chubby cook began to hand out bread from table to table, took it out of the bamboo basket, and put a small piece on each person's plate.Later, pour the vegetable broth in the vat directly on the bread, and when the vegetables and meat are eaten, the bread is almost softened and ready to be enjoyed.

After the cook finished distributing the bread, Aunt Nanick, the administrator of the Melitelli Shrine sitting at the head of the table in the center, clasped her hands and began to silently chant a prayer before the meal. Ali and Ade beside her unexpectedly I also learned in a decent way.

The young man couldn't help being amazed, it's only been a week, the little guy who made the members of the Sea Scorpion burnt out turned out to be so cute?The priestess of the temple is indeed unique in education.

Cantila, who was sitting next to the two little guys, noticed Roy's gaze, showed her white teeth, and waved at him.

He smiled and nodded.

At this time, all the priestesses and believers in the entire hall began to pray.

All the noise went away, and prayers such as "mercy, tolerance, kindness..." echoed faintly in the hall, and a sense of piety and solemnity emerged spontaneously.

The boy turned around and looked at it again, feeling that he was too independent, so he lowered his head and pretended to read a few words.

After a while, after the prayer was over, there was a clash of knives and forks and plates, and the witcher asked in a low voice, "Little ghost, what were you talking about just now, do you want to change gender and become a woman?"

"Don't you think it's weird for us to just sit there when everyone is praying?" The young man took a bite of the potato, and all kinds of spices and a faint smell of meat flooded into his mouth. The craftsmanship is surprisingly good!

"Goddess Melitelli is a typical woman's belief, the standard goddess who manages conception and childbirth, and is also the guardian of women during childbirth," the big man stuffed a mouthful of chicken into his mouth, chewed and swallowed the chicken bones together, "generally Only women believe in her, why are you messing around? Besides, demon hunters don't need to be brainwashed by belief."

"Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say, I won't act like that next time." Anyway, Roy is not interested in believing in any gods. Little girl, the other party immediately lowered her head like a quail,

Roy twitched his cheeks,

"But I'm curious. This temple accepts girls from all over the world to teach knowledge and provide food for free. Does it cost a lot of money? Where does its funds come from?"

"The priests will charge some treatment fees when they treat people."

"Most of the patients are poor people. Is this a loss-making business?"

"There are a lot of rich people..." The demon hunter swallowed the last piece of chicken, and poured broth onto the dinner plate, "In addition to common diseases, the temple also treats intractable diseases such as infertility. It must work, but many nobles are convinced of it. And when treating the rich, the priestesses of Melitelli will not show mercy."

"Every year, many wealthy believers will donate a sum of money to the temple. After all, this temple is the center of the belief of Meritelli in the north, and it must not fall down."

It dawned on Roy that the old Nannike was probably still a "rich woman".

"Although there are women in the temple, no one in the north dares to think about the Temple of Melitelli," the witcher continued, "because their wives, daughters, and sisters are all followers of Melitelli."

Men rule the world, women rule men, this sentence suddenly popped into Roy's mind.

When the women around you are Melitelli followers, then you have to respect Him too.

Melitelli is really a goddess full of wisdom and wisdom.

Chapter 25 The Sorceress

The next morning, under the guidance of the witcher, Roy continued to correct the posture of the long sword.

Sister Nanike suddenly found her, and led the two of them into the greenhouse cave where herbs were cultivated. She pointed to the end of the cave, where a human silhouette came out of the dark corner.

"This is the visiting sorceress from Kerak, Astrid Littned Osgerfein Bjornsdauhtil." Nanneke said with a teasing tone, at an alarming speed After the long, awkward name, "Rita Needle for short."

Roy murmured the name and looked at the beautiful figure in front of him.

Rita Need

Gender: Female

Age: 105

Status: Warlock, member of the Warlock Brotherhood, Kerak Royal Magic Advisor

Life: 80

Mana: 260

Attributes:

Power: 6

Agility: 5

Constitution: 8

Perception: 5

Will: 7

Charisma: 9

Spirit: 26

skill:

Law source (passive solidification): Self-awakening, chaotic energy is the sensitive person of magic power, favored by the elements of earth, fire, water, and air, and the body spontaneously absorbs magic power all the time.After professional and systematic training, one can manipulate magic, release magic, and achieve challenges that are difficult for ordinary people to complete.

Magic Trick Lv10

Star of Frost Lv9: Intermediate water elemental magic, with the help of gestures and ancient spells, consumes specific casting materials and a lot of magic power, releases a blast of extremely low-temperature frost, freezes the target, the power is affected by the skill level and spirit...

Water Healing Lv9: Intermediate water element magic, through gesture spells, consumes medium magic power to extract the essence of water from the air, stimulates the life potential of the subject, quickly heals low-level injuries, and reduces medium-level injuries...

Ice Armor Lv9: Intermediate water elemental magic, use gestures, materials, spells, consume medium mana, use the breath of frost to build a layer of magic armor on the body surface, defend against physical and magic attacks, melee attackers will be blocked by frost The breath is entangled, and the skill is greatly slowed down.

Fireball Lv5

Flame Dance Lv4

Electric Shock Lv4

Resistance Field Lv5

Ground Spike Lv5

Portal Lv8

Alchemy Lv9

Twenty items omitted...

This powerful female sorceress has red shoulder-length hair, beautiful appearance, blue eyes like a pool of clear springs, a straight nose that shows a stubborn personality, and thick and moist diamond lips that are as delicate as flower stamens.

Her skin was not the sickly white of most sorceresses, but a healthy tan from the Skellige sun.

Under her orange shawl, her plump curves undulate like the Mahakam Mountains, and her tall figure reaches Liuchi (1.8m).

The breasts under the white lace underwear, as the rumors describe, are like "a galleon under full sail," so large that you can't find it "on the sea lanes, by the river mouths, in the ports, and in the naval fleet."

Even if it could be found, there is no man capable of steering this "sailboat".

Underneath the chest is a fertile flat abdomen, the bulging buttocks are buried by the slit long skirt, and the two long legs are looming under the yellow skirt.

Further down, in a pair of small amethyst high-heeled shoes, ten toes are painted with charming purple.

She walked over gracefully, her body exuded a rich but not pungent fragrance, her eyes were full of confidence, her beauty was compelling, she could be called a stunner.

"Nannik, this is Lei Suo's disciple, Roy?"

"Correct."

"Uh..." Roy nodded slightly in a daze. This woman was exquisite in every way, and even her voice was magnetic and intoxicating.

This was the third sorceress he had met in the world of the Witcher, and to put it bluntly, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

But Roy remembered that female sorceresses usually use magical means to keep themselves beautiful, and the effect lasts almost until death.

"Calm down, calm down!" He took a deep breath, saluted silently in his heart, and complimented him in the usual way, "Charming lady, your beauty is even more dazzling than the stars in the sky."

Small dimples appeared on the cheeks around the flaming red lips, and the sorceress showed a dazzling smile,

"Polite boy, you made a good impression on me, much more likable than your brutal teacher..."

"Brutal?" Roy glanced at the witcher in astonishment, but he heard Coral explain, "Many years ago, the first time I saw your teacher, he tried to use force in vain to make a noble warlock 'go easy' ', to open the portal for him."

"Forehead……"

"If it weren't for Sister Nannice's face, I guarantee that he would have been turned into a pile of mud and washed into the dirty sewer with the stinking rats."

She cursed sternly, the severe coldness on her pretty face melted, and she smiled gently,

"But you're not bad, you haven't learned his bad habits..." She paused, her words were deep, "I've heard that you are a different guy..."

She stretched out the back of her hand towards the boy, her skin was delicate and smooth, and her slender and delicate fingertips were painted with purple nail polish.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then came to understand and stepped forward to give a decent hand kiss.His lips were gone as soon as they were touched, but the soft touch still made him uneasy.

How does this sorceress seem familiar? Does she know herself?

"It's a good start," the sorceress's bright eyes flashed a hint of satisfaction, "I allow you to call me 'coral', this is the privilege of acquaintances and friends, people I admire. I think we will cooperate perfectly in the future , had an unforgettable time together.”

"Working together?" This word made the young man feel weird, and the look in the eyes of the sorceress also made him shudder, just like the experts and professors in some scientific research institutions saw the research objects that matched their wishes.