God-level Demon Hunter

The two animals, one big and one small, seem to be having some kind of secret communication.

"Sandro smelled the magical energy of the murloc, and was expressing closeness. Leave them alone and continue with the alchemy class."

Chapter 18 Farewell

late at night.

On the outskirts of Vizima, a deserted farmland.

The alfalfa bushes shook suddenly, and a pair of long pointed ears popped out in a "swish".

Then an adult gray rabbit jumped out, looked around with a pair of black bean-like eyes, and confirmed that there was no threat around it, then buried its head close to the alfalfa bush, and gnawed on the light green leaves.

On a big banyan tree five meters away, a monster with the head of a griffin and the body of a sphinx is quietly crawling. It hides in the shadow of the moonlight, its body is integrated with the trunk, staring at a pair of deep eyes, locking on the prey it is eating .

But it didn't attack in a hurry, and waited for the moment without moving.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

At a certain moment, the hook-like claws tore the bark, and the monster vibrated its wings suddenly, flew away from the banyan tree, and swooped down from a height of five meters——

"Hu-hu-"

A terrifying shadow flitted across the dark night sky.

In an instant, the huge body landed on the ground, the strong airflow bent the clover bushes, and the three claws closed at the end of the right wing, like a steel cage, tightly covered the petite prey.

"Nice job, Golfin!"

A slender figure ran out of the bushes farther away. He blew a loud whistle, and the latter immediately raised his paw obediently.

Under the paws, the poor rabbit was terrified, and curled up against the grass, as if fainting, allowing the griffin to lick the whole body with its scarlet tongue.Even if it regained its freedom, it would not dare to escape. The fear of top predators was deeply engraved into its genes, making it unable to resist.

"Gu... gu..."

Golfin's black eyes turned to the witcher, brimming with desire for flesh and blood. Not long ago, he ate up two voles, but his stomach was far from full.

"He's a big eater at less than half a year old!" Roy nodded.

In an instant, there was a series of "puff, puff" sounds of skin and flesh cracking in the dark night. Golfin's sickle-like claws and sharp beak easily tore up the prey. In just one minute, the lively rabbit was chopped into pieces, Turned into a heap of bones with minced meat.

Gorfin stretched his neck and let out a contented "cuckoo" sound, lying cross-legged on the grass, lazily licking the blood on his paws and feathers.

……

This is already the fourth day of field training, and Griffin has made significant progress in all aspects-the distance of air gliding has changed from 2 meters to 5 meters. Although it is still far from continuous flight, it will never be like before. That way, as soon as it flies into the sky, it immediately falls down.

The hunting performance was even more astonishing.

Living in the cage for half a year did not affect its wildness at all. It perfectly inherited the predatory instinct of its parents, and it quickly approached the most sophisticated predators without any guidance.

Roy was there to witness the whole process—the hunting methods of griffins are completely different from those of conventional cats, because they are too conspicuous in size and have a wide range of movements, so they cannot hide in the grass and bushes and attack them. They are more inclined to eagles and cats. Vultures, descending from the sky, use their fangs and claws to penetrate their prey with the help of the huge inertia of their bodies.

Or sticking to the ground, use the nearly folded hind legs and the elastic spine to leap forward with momentum and rush fiercely towards the target!

Overwhelm and tear!

Even though Gorfinn is less than half a year old, with his ferocious pounce, he can kill an adult in an instant.When it is bigger, it can also pose a threat to demon hunters.

And when it becomes an adult... There is no doubt that it will fight side by side with Roy to deal with tricky monsters.

"Gorfin..." The palm gently brushed the Griffin's back,

"Gu... gu..."

"I've already eaten voles and rabbits. How about changing the taste tomorrow and trying bigger prey, such as wild dogs and wild boars?"

"Goo!"

The spell crystal glows.

The ferocious beast disappeared, and a chubby orange cat appeared on the grass under the moonlight.

……

In Kalkstein's laboratory, the exquisite crystal chandelier on the ceiling casts a gentle yellow light.

The demon hunter raised his head, and held a bottle of cloudy liquid in his high-hanging palm. As he shook it wildly, the transparent glass container waved afterimages in the air, and the liquid rotated at high speed in it, changing color, from white to black , and then from black to red, refracting a rainbow of colors.

In the end, as the demon hunter stopped his movements, the liquid medicine completely turned into azure blue like sea water, as beautiful as a work of art.

"This potion is perfect..." Kalkstein looked at the finished product, his eyes full of satisfaction, "Congratulations, you have achieved all your goals."

"It's all over? Five days, mastering three recipes...it's unbelievable." Roy recalled the crazy energy of the past few days from morning to night, feeling a sense of loss, and then said gratefully, "Carl, thanks Your careful guidance, otherwise I would not be able to learn so fast."

This ugly and eccentric alchemist master never falsified in fulfilling the agreement.

The whole guidance process is dedicated, and usually one or two sentences can directly point to the key point.

It saved the demon hunter a lot of effort.

Among the templates, alchemy Lv1→Lv2 is upgraded earlier than long sword specialization and crossbow specialization, which Roy did not expect at all.

Perhaps he did have a little talent for alchemy.

"You are diligent and talented, and you can endure hardships. If you change your elm head, even a god can't teach you." The alchemist smiled and stroked the green stubble on his chin. It’s not so precious, it’s just a common product... Meditation potions and energy potions are still effective, and the remaining formulas will never be used in a lifetime.”

The meditation potion allows Roy to better communicate with the elements, and the time for one round of meditation is reduced from five hours to four hours.

And the energy potion slightly replenishes physical strength and nutrition, and also has a little... the effect of strengthening yang, but anyone who is related to this will not worry about selling.Roy is going to Novigrad, the city of freedom, to try to operate it and see if he can make some money.

The last potion to treat coughs and colds is basically not used by demon hunters who are invulnerable to all diseases.

……

"I fulfilled my promise, and the contract is officially over."

"Karl..." said the demon hunter. The alchemy teaching style of the other party was different from that of Lei Suo. It was less oppressive and more comfortable. "I can still come here to find you in the future?"

"You are welcome to communicate at any time." The alchemist changed his voice and said seriously, holding his beard, "But if you ask for advice unilaterally, or go further in alchemy, you must pay a certain price. Equivalent exchange is the most basic principle in scientific research. .”

"clear."

"I'm not short of money. You want to continue studying to bring at least one unique knowledge...or help me solve some troubles. But you don't need it now..."

"Then, I am looking forward to the next cooperation..."

The witcher finally shook hands with the alchemist.

"Gorfin, it's time to go!" On the experimental platform behind him, the griffin transformed into an orange cat was lying on the soft belly of the black cat Sandro, with his face buried in the hair of its abdomen, and his paws stepped on it. Stepping on it, Sandro wagged his tail lightly, raised his claws to caress Golfing's chubby back, and called "meow" in tacit agreement with it.

The master's call made Golfin reluctantly stand up, and then punched Sandro's head as farewell.

"Meow!"

"Meow meow meow!"

The witcher brought up Golfin and put his hood back on. The little guy still refused to give up and showed a pair of eyes, "gazing" with Sandro.

"Okay, look at it, you can't give birth to cats... I've eaten a little too much these days, and I've obviously gained weight!"

Before he left, the alchemist's instructions came from behind him,

"Roy, let me say one last thing. Demon hunters can't make a living without weapons and fighting, but don't spend all your time on fighting and killing, let alone wasting on women's bellies and alcohol. You are so young, Full of potential, time should be invested in more meaningful alchemy experiments."

"Thank you for reminding me, I also give you a piece of advice..." Roy said, "Don't mess with the Lady of the Lake or Princess Adda."

"Va Fail!"

Kalkstein watched the witcher go away, took out a quill and notebook, and began to record.

"August 1261, 8,

Was the last random thought five years ago, or 15 years ago?

It has been too long since the regular and tedious experiments have produced results that surprise me.The day-to-day experiment diary made me a little tired and slack.

Living too long is not all a good thing. Knowing more can make the things I am interested in more difficult to find than rare animals.I think I have probably entered a bottleneck period in my long life, or is it because I am suffering from depression or neurological problems?

Recently, there has been a sudden wave of turbulence in my boring life, which has greatly delayed my symptoms. This is what I want to record today.

A strange witcher came into my sight.

In my 200-plus years of stereotyped impressions, demon hunters are a group of mutant barbarians who are good at wielding knives and swords, and keep company with wild beasts and monsters all day long, but he made me change my mind.

The witcher is young, no doubt a stunned young man, reckless and reckless, in the early days of my contact, I regarded him as cheap labor: he has an extraordinary obsession with jewelry and money, and he is obsessed with priceless things. Knowledge is not so enthusiastic.

Knowledge means truth, which is what I have been pursuing all my life, and he gave away knowledge to curry favor with a sorceress?

Stupid is not enough to describe such superficial behavior.Not surprisingly, after rescinding a contract with him, I will never see this short-sighted creature again.

But things always have surprises, and surprises always happen inadvertently.

He showed me the configuration process of the potion.At that time, Old Carl just took a look at him and then dismissed him casually.

But at this glance, the God of truth is above!The witcher's movements were faster and more precise than magic!It is simply a humanoid alchemy machine, so I can't find any substandard movements.

How did his witcher mentor fool such a talented young man?To hell, shit accident lil!

Should the alchemist also establish a law of accidents to deceive talented children?

His advantages are more than that.His learning speed is quite astonishing, and he can initially master a medicine formula in just one day. I think even when I was young when I was studying in Ben Ade, I still lacked his talent.

Out of jealousy, I don't deny that.So most of the recipes I taught him were fools.

But Old Karl still has some expectations. If he continues to study alchemy, his future achievements will not be low.

Alas, what a pity he was a witcher! "

Chapter 19 Morden of the Wyvern

In the queen's house under the night, the intoxicating smell of wine and the simple and sweet organ are intertwined, men and women are intoxicated in this endless dizziness.

The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several big men filed in from the door.

This time, it was no longer the usual two people who came to the Night Queen's House to have fun, but five demon hunters.

Along with Roy and Lesso, there were brothers Serrit and master swordsmith Berengar, and they all sat side by side at the wine table at the entrance.

Brother Serritt looked dusty, because he hadn't bathed for a long time, his hair and beard were messy, full of greasy and dandruff, and the black leather armor next to his body had faint patches of dried blood, exuding a strong rancid and fishy smell .

"Four Bloody Marys and a glass of cider, thanks!"

"Wait a minute—" Sharika, the sexy bartender in front of the wine cabinet, showed her three teeth slightly, smiled faintly, took out a row of fragrant wine, and then began to perform fancy bartending skills.

"This trip came a week earlier than expected!" Oakes admired the beautiful swaying figure of the bartender in front of him, shaking his legs as if suffering from ADHD, "Thanks to your horse, Roy. Werther is a good boy, I doubt it It has an excellent bloodline of a Mahakam pony, and its endurance is amazing, and it has maintained a good level of physical strength throughout the trip. It is also very brave!" Under the light, Oakes' complexion was flushed, and he seemed a little excited, "The other side on Mount Amer Do you have any impression of the royal griffin?"

"Coral specifically warned me." Roy took the mixed spirit from the female bartender's hands, the color of blood, and the compound smell of alcohol.He frowned and pushed the wine glass to Oakes.

Oaks was also polite, took a sip of wine and narrowed his eyes comfortably, "The wine is strong enough! Roy, you still understand us. I drank Toussaint's wine during this time, and a bird was about to fade out of my mouth, just in time to come. Balance the palate with a stimulating drink. Your choice of place is... um... amazing!"

"You mentioned royal griffins..."

"Roy, can't you give Big Brother a little patience? This beast should be used to running amok in Mount Amer, and he has no vigilance. He was easily seduced by Wilt into the bear trap we arranged in advance, and then Serrit and I have joined forces to settle it."

"Wilter isn't injured, is he?" Roy's heart tightened.

"Didn't you see it just now, this horse is very clever, and I don't know how you usually train it."

He hiccupped, "The road after crossing Mount Amer was smooth, except for a group of robbers who don't have eyesight and donated a sum of money for us. After entering the border of Toussaint, there were some twists and turns. That treasure map..."

"The location of the treasure map is wrong?" Roy's heart skipped a beat. Did he remember it wrong, or was there a deviation in history?

"The main reason is that your markings are too general... The western border of Toussaint, the prison, the hidden church, vague information, and a frighteningly large search area."

"Sorry." Roy took a sip of the cider, and then stuffed back the little thing in the hood that was reaching out curiously towards the drink. "My premonition is out of control, you know, so you didn't find the blueprint?"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense!" Serrit gave Oakes a reproachful look, "Idiot, can you be short and direct?"

"Although the process was tortuous, the result is still satisfactory." Oakes sighed helplessly, "I'll make a long story short. Roy mentioned the life story of Modeng, the manticore (flying lion monster) demon hunter who once lived in Tao I had a long conversation with a follower of Lebioda in a certain prison in Center... and then I completed my transformation, reborn myself, and embarked on the pilgrimage of Lebioda."

"More than 50 years have passed since the incident happened. Finding Morden's whereabouts is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. So I changed my mind and communicated with local believers pretending to be the prophet Lebioda. An ex-prisoned believer, he's a big celebrity! Spent some time in Bastoy Prison."

"It's thanks to my good brain and flexible speech, otherwise just with this stupid face—" Oakes looked at his brother with disgust on his face, "I can't hold back a word for a long time, and I can't ask anything."

"You mentioned prison!"

"Okay, okay, Bastoy Prison has been in disrepair for a long time and turned into ruins. We made a big circle and searched for a skeleton. At the same time, there is a surprise." Oakes smiled happily, and Serrit Tacitly took out a soft animal skin roll from the bag behind him, "The blueprint of the flying lion monster steel sword... probably left behind when Mo Deng was imprisoned."

"Can you let me see?" Berengar held out his hand, eyes longing.

"Of course no problem, master." Oakes clinked glasses with Berengar familiarly, and the two alcoholics saluted, both took a big swig

Passing the drawing again, he winked at Roy. He couldn't figure out how this guy fooled a casting master.