Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 77 Cat (Two in One)

That's it!

That's it!

Ivan finally understood why, after entering the elven ruins, among the many objects that clearly possessed extraordinary powers he encountered along the way, some of his witcher badges vibrated, while others showed no reaction at all.

That's because these things were created by elves using elven magic and have nothing to do with chaos energy!

In this world, there are actually two magic systems!

The warlock's chaotic energy system, and the elven magic that relies on the power of blood!

According to Toruviel, after the elven sages bestowed holy blood on some humans who first landed, they gained the ability to learn elven magic.

The holy blood in the golden cup in the tomb has been purified by the red gourd and turned into a drop of blood.

Doesn't that mean that as long as I swallow that drop of blood, I can...
"So, Ivan, do you understand?" Toruweier's eyes were like a crescent moon, and she looked at Ivan's face with a smile.

"The purity of the holy blood in the Holy Grail is even higher than that bestowed upon the first human children by the sages. Those who drink it will be able to obtain even purer elven blood, and may even be able to access higher levels of magic and mystery."

"I understand." Ivan smiled and shrugged. "But it's a pity that the cup of holy blood evaporated into mist before my eyes. It's such a pity."

"It's okay. Sages love to study things related to blood. Maybe one day in the future, you will encounter holy blood in another elven ruin."

Toruvir chuckled and handed Ivan a piece of paper with the route to the exit of the mausoleum that she had just drawn.

"Here, this is the map you need. By the way," she took out a small bone whistle from her waist and handed it to Ivan, "If you encounter Scoia'tael outside, blow this whistle and they will know you are a friend of the Scoia'tael."

"You could also ask those Scoia'tael where I am and then come find me. After all, I told you before that if it's after get off work, I'd be happy to have a good chat with you in the tavern down the street, right?"

She winked playfully again, with a strong hint of meaning, but compared to last time, the possibility this time was much higher.

Ivan took the bone whistle with a smile and said, "Well, my friends, we say goodbye now. We'll meet again if we're lucky."

"I'll definitely see you again."

Before leaving, Ivan suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Toruveil.

"By the way, before I leave, I want to give you a piece of advice as a friend."

"I will tell the Temeria commander the truth about what happened in those three villages. I admire your courage in taking up arms and resisting human oppression, but not all humans must become enemies."

"Some people who appear to be by your side and helping you may actually be more complex than you think, and may even have ulterior motives. Don't trust anyone who appears friendly, especially if they have ulterior motives."

"We understand. Thank you for your advice." Toruvel put away the smile on her face and nodded solemnly.

After saying this final piece of advice, Ivan turned and left.

Although Toruvere and Iorveth are not the highest commanders of the Scoia'tael, they also have a high status in the Scoia'tael.

As long as we can slightly change their thinking, it is possible to change the future development path of the Scoia'tael.

Didn't Emhyr want to disrupt the situation in the North and stir up hatred and conflict among the various races? He would not let him have his way.

In fact, he had no opinion about Emhyr, and instead had a faint admiration for him.

In his eyes, the situation on this demon hunter continent was very much like a fantasy version of the Qin State and the other six kingdoms during the Warring States Period.

Nilfgaard is like the Qin Dynasty. Relying on the strict domestic laws and centralization after Emhyr's reforms, it quickly improved domestic productivity and made the country rapidly strong.

The northern countries are like Qi, Chu, Han, Zhao, Wei and other countries in the Warring States Period. Although they appear to be a whole on the surface, in fact, as we can learn from Luo Qi's words, each country is suspicious of each other and calculating against each other, and it is impossible to form an effective alliance.

It is very likely that it was an inevitable trend of history for Emhyr or the later rising little bald Radovid V to unify the entire continent.

But there is no way, because his real identity now is not only a demon hunter, but also a prince of a small country.
He didn't care about the development trend of history. In order to give his relatives more living space in this chaotic wave, Ivan could only plant a nail here to make things more difficult for Emhyr.

In the near future, this nail may very well play an unexpected role.

After Ivan left, Iorveth slowly walked to Toruviel's side.

"Why should Ivan be told about the Holy Blood's effects? Although he returned the Holy Grail to us, and we are all grateful, the Holy Blood is the crystallization of Ian Savini's wisdom. Even after hundreds of years, it won't evaporate at all. It will definitely not turn into mist and disappear as he said. You are well aware of this, right?"

"You mean to say that the Holy Blood is very likely in Ivan's body, right?"

"Indeed." Iorveth nodded. "Although the Holy Grail is the purpose of our journey, the Holy Blood is also extremely useful to us elves. Not only can it purify our bloodline, but even just a little bit can allow elves without talent to glimpse the secrets of magic, including you and me."

"We are not pursuing this matter, which is enough to show my sincerity. Why should you..."

"Isn't this perfect?" Toruvir smiled. "Looking at Ivan's age, he's so young, he's definitely a very promising witcher. Furthermore, he's from the Griffin School, so his emotions are much more stable than those of the Cat School."

"Because of the popular witcher neutrality principle, although we don't know whether it's true or not, apart from the witchers of the Cat School, few witchers from other schools will actually join our camp. And the Cat School doesn't have much affection for us, they just offered us a higher price."

"All the gold coins we got from humans before were given to him because of the weapons that old cat brought, right?"

"The Demon Hunter is very powerful and can greatly assist our plan."

"No one can resist the temptation of power. We have told Ivan the effect of the Holy Blood. If the Holy Blood is truly in his body, he will definitely choose to drink it in the future."

"The holy blood in the Holy Grail is of such high purity that neither humans nor elves have ever drunk such pure holy blood." "When the time comes, the holy blood will likely reverse the human bloodline in Ivan's body and turn it towards the elven bloodline. Then, his body may gradually show elven characteristics—such as pointed ears like us."

"Witchers are inherently ostracized by human society. When that time comes, will Ivan side with humans, or with us?"

"As expected of an elf who once served the Queen, your vision is much longer-term than mine." Iorveth sighed. "However, is it really worth it to spend such a huge amount of money just to invest in an ordinary demon hunter?"

"No, Ivan is anything but ordinary. I have great faith in my judgment." Toruvir watched Ivan's departing figure, her eyes filled with determination and hope. "The future of our elves may very well become brighter with these seemingly insignificant investments."

"Alright, let's go find that high-level vampire. We haven't collected the blood essence we agreed on with him for four hundred years. Let's try to take it all away this time."

"According to the clan's records, this high-level vampire should be over 5,000 years old now. His strength is definitely terrifying, so we must be careful with our attitude and never provoke him."

"Such an elderly high-ranking vampire, his blood essence is very attractive to other high-ranking vampires. We might be able to attract a few high-ranking vampires to join our Scoia'tael."

Back to this.

Ivan took the map given to him by Toruvir and walked straight towards the exit of the mausoleum according to the route on it.

He had lost all desire to explore this elven ruins because he had gained enough from this trip.

He took out the potion bottle containing the drop of scarlet blood from his potion belt, gently held it in front of his eyes, and observed it carefully.

Is this the holy blood of the elves, purified by the elven sage by fusing chaos energy with all the secrets of elven magic?
If the bottle contained the original holy blood, even if Toruviel told him about its many benefits, he might still hesitate whether to drink it or not.

After all, Toruviel only mentioned the advantages and not the disadvantages. What if drinking the holy blood would not only change my bloodline, but also my appearance into an elf?
He was not willing to do that. Although he had experienced the Green Grass Trial and his body had mutated, he had lived two lives as a human being, and deep down in his heart, he still considered himself a human being.

Although elves look elegant and noble, Ivan does not think that being an elf is a superior thing at all. Abandoning his human identity and becoming an elf makes him feel like a "traitor".

However, after going through the purification process of the red gourd, he was no longer afraid.

Anything produced by the system must be of the highest quality. In this world, no matter what it is, as long as it has been processed by the Red Gourd, there will be no problems.

But he didn't plan to swallow this drop of blood here for the time being.

The elven ruins might still harbor many unknown dangers. Who knew if other monsters would appear besides the little fog demon? He was still unsure of the exact reaction after swallowing this drop of blood. It would be best to wait until he was in a safe environment before trying again.

Thinking of this, Ivan quickened his pace towards the exit of the ruins, and the cobblestone road under his feet made a "clacking" sound with his hurried steps.

Just as he continued forward and turned two corners, he suddenly felt uneasy, his body stiffened, and he stopped.

Just now, his keen hearing actually caught a hint of a strange sound - in addition to his own footsteps, there was actually another set of footsteps mixed in.

The sound was extremely light, almost synchronized with his footsteps, difficult to detect, but clearly there.

If he had not once gained the incarnation of the Wolf Assassin and was familiar with the feeling of stealth, he would never have been able to detect this faint voice.

Something is following him, and it's quite sophisticated.

Monsters generally don't have such means. If it is a demon like Shim that follows others, it won't make any sound at all.

Therefore, the person following behind him is most likely a human or an elf.

Could it be that one of those Squirrel Party members was unwilling to let him go like this, so he followed him?
Ivan's heartbeat suddenly quickened a bit, but he soon calmed down and continued to walk towards the exit of the ruins, but he slowed down a little so that he could better capture the subtle movements.

As he continued walking, the subtle footsteps behind him also moved. Ivan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He pretended to be unaware, but was secretly calculating the position and distance of the pursuer based on the sound.

At the same time, the muscles all over the body were quietly tensed, ready to fight at any time.

Just as he was about to lock onto the position of the person behind him, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the air.

Ivan keenly sensed the approaching danger. He dodged to the side without hesitation, and at the same time, exerted force with his legs and jumped away in an instant.

Almost at the same time, a spherical bomb emitting a faint blue light was thrown towards the place where he was just now, and then suddenly exploded.

A bone-chilling chill instantly spread, the surrounding air quickly condensed, and a thick layer of frost covered the ground and walls, as if the entire space was frozen.

Ivan dodged in time and his pupils suddenly shrank. He was very familiar with this bomb. It was clearly an alchemical bomb that only demon hunters would use - North Wind!
The one following him was actually a demon hunter!

This kind of method can’t be used by Lei Suo!
In the opening CG of The Witcher 2, when Letho assassinated the King of Aedirn, he started in the dark with a Boreal Bomb, and then rushed out and cut off the king's head with a dagger.

However, the North Wind Bomb he used was strengthened by the warlock, and its power and range were much stronger than the current one.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

A skinny figure slowly walked out from the shadows and came in front of Ivan. His hands clapped rhythmically, as if applauding Ivan.

"What a nimble griffin cub! You dodged it all." He was wearing light leather armor, with a sneer on his face, and his voice was sharp and hoarse, like fingernails scratching against rough stone slabs.

Ivan's eyes instantly locked onto his chest.

There, hanging a necklace of a roaring cat's head.

Cat school witcher!

(End of this chapter)