Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 61 Elf Relics
With a "bang", an orange-yellow portal suddenly opened in the air. Ivan fell out of it and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

He stood up unsteadily, feeling dizzy. Then Ivan quickly bent down and covered his mouth with his hands.

It's so disgusting. This feeling is a hundred times worse than motion sickness, as if all the internal organs in my stomach are violently disturbed, dislocated and twisted.

After a long pause, Ivan finally recovered. He raised the torch in his hand and lit it with the Igni Sign. The bright flames instantly illuminated the surrounding environment.

The cat's eye potion can dilate the pupils of the witcher, allowing their cat's eyes to receive more light. Now, under the illumination of the fire, everything around him is as bright as day in Ivan's eyes.

He was now in a dark space, the air was heavy and carried an ancient, uncirculated smell.

There are many remains of ancient buildings scattered around. Exquisite carvings can still be seen on the broken beams and pillars, with detailed patterns. The unique aesthetic is obviously the work of elves.

The floor beneath my feet was paved with bluestone, and the dust was thick, indicating that no one had been here for a long time. Every step I took would raise a small cloud of dust, which danced wildly in the firelight.

Ivan looked back up into the air and found that the orange portal he had come from had disappeared. He frowned, raised his torch, and walked deeper into the ruins.

There are many types of elven ruins. After all, these buildings were not called "ruins" when they were first built. They were just ordinary living buildings for the elves.

Only when these areas are occupied by humans and the elves are forced to evacuate, the remaining buildings will be called "ruins".

Many elven ruins in human settlements have long been transformed by humans and integrated into new urban structures. For example, the walls and sewers of Vizima were once part of the elven ruins.

Ruins like these remain unexplored by humans, usually because they are hidden or require special conditions to enter. Even if the elves have long since retreated, these places have remained undiscovered and untouched for hundreds of years.

Among these hidden elven ruins, the most dangerous is the laboratory of the ancient elven sages. No one knows what kind of forbidden magic they once performed inside.

There are many spells that can summon monsters that are easy enough to destroy a city, and these summoned monsters are likely hiding deep in these laboratories.

Fortunately, after Ivan's observation, this relic was not a laboratory, but looked more like an underground palace?
Such underground palaces are certainly not for living. In most cases, the elves build them as tombs.

Elves have a very long lifespan, and as this is the elves' tomb, one can imagine how old the buried corpses are.

Ivan hadn't forgotten the purpose of his trip. He had come to this ruin to find the factor that triggered the accelerated formation of demonic spirits. Of course, if he could find something along the way that would increase his strength, that would be even better.

While the ancient elves were a mystery to modern humans, that didn't mean all of their items carried magical fluctuations. Anything capable of triggering a magical surge must be a magical item imbued with powerful energy, and Ivan's goal was to find that item.

But this underground palace was too vast, and Ivan's method of relying on the vibrations of the demon hunter badge on his chest to find the source of magic power was no longer feasible. Before the magical item emitted a tide of magic power again, he could only rely on his own exploration to find it.

This place has been abandoned for too long, and the once magnificent palace has now been occupied by various animals.

In a dark corner, Ivan saw swarms of bats hanging from the ceiling. Cobwebs covered the walls, with giant spiders lying motionless on them. Occasionally, he could hear the low roars of unidentified creatures, echoing through the empty corridor. As he walked, Ivan felt the air around him grow thicker, the occasional breeze gone for ages.

Just then, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the distance.

The man was holding a torch in his hand like Ivan, with two swords hanging behind him. He was wearing exquisite leather armor and was approaching the wall, carefully observing the patterns on it.

"Cohen?"

Ivan exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The man was dressed in a typical Griffin School witcher outfit. He was Cohen, one of Ivan's two mentors in Kael Siren.

Unlike old Kelda who was strict, Cohen was an extremely gentle teacher. He never scolded Ivan while teaching him knowledge and swordsmanship.

He might be the most perfect Griffin School demon hunter in the mind of the Elan ancestor, humble and elegant, full of compassion for the weak, and his every move reveals an aristocratic temperament, as if he were a well-educated gentleman.

Hearing Ivan's voice, Cohen turned around, revealing his familiar white, yellow, and green eyes. This was because Cohen had contracted smallpox before becoming a witcher, and while seriously ill, he participated in the witcher's mutation, a difficult process.

Although Ivan's experience was similar to his, he was a child of destiny, and the mutation process was much smoother than Cohen's, so he did not leave such sequelae.

"Smelly boy, why are you here?" Cohen smiled after seeing Ivan. "Come and take a look at the patterns on the wall. I think this elf ruins is a little unusual!"

"Okay!" Ivan ran towards Cohen with a happy look on his face.

He hadn't seen his teacher for a long time since leaving the school castle, and now he couldn't help but miss him a little.

But as the distance between the two of them grew closer, Ivan thought more and more that something was wrong.

Although he, Cohen and old Kelda lived together for six years, their relationship was not just that of teacher and student, but also that of close friends.

But in the heart of my predecessor, who was only a dozen years old at the time, I still had fatherly feelings for these two people.

The term "brat" was more like a father's way of addressing his son. Although Ivan's original self had always hoped that Cohen would call him that, Cohen never did, always calling him by his first name.

Buhao, this person is not Cohen!

Thick white fog suddenly filled the surroundings. Just as Ivan was about to make a gesture and put on the Quin shield on himself, the Quin in front of him shattered like glass. A skinny figure jumped out of the fog, and its sharp claws went straight to Ivan's neck!
(End of this chapter)