God-level Demon Hunter

But he was also a little puzzled, since the mage chose to abandon the witcher,

"Why did Your Excellency Elan come here to look for Azulie?"

Send it to your door as a licking dog?

"According to my teacher, although the great master hates and despises the cruel experiment of mages going beyond the bottom line and destroying humanity," Cohen exhaled, "but he agrees with his original idea of ​​'saving the common people'."

"He wants to find Azulie and Cosimo, and ask for an answer—have they betrayed their original intention?"

"He wants to turn the two creators from evil to good."

Roy shook his head.

A demon hunter went to persuade the powerful mage who created him to change his behavior. Roy admired Elan's courage, but——

"There is no doubt that Lord Elan has failed."

Ke En shook his head with a gloomy expression, and continued after a long time, "He never met the two Grand Masters of Creation, and he had no chance to persuade them. But it was a blessing in disguise, and he found such a magical land and established the Kyle Siren. Then Grandmaster Elran devoted the rest of his life to the School of the Griffin."

"Griffin faction has emerged many famous righteous men."

"Like the dragon slayer, George of Kalgan."

Roy pouted.

To be honest, in the impression of the world, this dragon slayer who was plotted to death by Xiaoxiao was more unlucky and stupid than brave and powerful.

"Cohen, do you think Azulie and Cosimo are dead?" Roy asked,

"No one knows," Cohn sighed. "They haven't been seen in the world for 200 years anyway."

……

"The Sirens of Kyle were established, and other schools emerged one after another during this period... All schools operated independently and in balance. The witcher entered a golden age of unprecedented activity, from the eleventh century to the twelfth century."

Cohen shrank his neck, as if he felt a little cold. The five fingers of his right hand stretched and retracted, and Heriot's spell was instantly outlined. The black magic shield covered his whole body, and he straightened up immediately.

Roy raised his eyebrows, and the other party's movement of drawing the seal was so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

"It wasn't until 100 years ago that Grandmaster Elan discovered that the majestic development of the demon hunters had finally reached the point where no monsters could be hunted."

Roy took a deep breath, recalling all the experiences after becoming a demon hunter. With mixed feelings, he blurted out, "When there are no monsters to kill, the demon hunter becomes a monster in people's eyes."

Cohen glanced at him in surprise, "Your Excellency is not very old, but you have good knowledge."

"When people are no longer threatened by monsters, demon hunters are far superior to humans, and their spell-like abilities are regarded as threats instead." Cohen said with sarcasm in his tone.

"At that time, the great plague broke out in Temeria, and the church was afraid of the expanding power of the demon hunters, so they slandered the demon hunters as the culprit."

"What church method is so dirty?" Roy asked, "Father of the sky, Cliff?"

"I don't mean to belittle the church now...I'm just stating a fact," Cohen said emphatically before replying, "Several churches, Cliff, Goddess Meritelli, Eternal Flame...their archbishop at the time believed that the witch hunt People threaten to spread belief..."

"Start stigmatizing the witcher."

Roy hung his head.

He thought of the Temple of Meritelli on the outskirts of Errand, the loving Sister Nennic, the priestesses who selflessly adopted orphans.

This great faith also has this dark history.

"Meanwhile, mages covet the rich collection of magical tomes in the Sirens of Kael."

"I learned about it from Mr. Vesemir..." Roy interjected, "There are many secret knowledge of the Kyle Sirens that even Arethusa, Ben Ard and other magic academies are jealous of."

Cohen glanced at the moon in the sky, with a hint of pride on his rocky cheeks, followed by sadness, "Yes, most of our predecessors were obsessed with magic, through repeated research on their own, and from Collected from all over the world. Because of the principle of neutrality, Grandmaster Elan refused to share this part of knowledge with mages who love to participate in politics."

"The mages quietly triggered a devastating avalanche in the Dragon Mountain Range on the grounds that the sect committed crimes on us." Cohen said in a heavy tone, "The avalanche destroyed and drowned the Kyle Siren."

"What's even more frightening is that it was a late winter night. My predecessors followed the tradition of going out for training in the spring and returning home in the winter—all the Griffon hunters gathered in Kyle Siren, and the ones at night were in the room. Meditation, almost dead..."

"So the avalanche happened 100 years ago?" Roy asked. "Only Kelda survived?"

Cohen nodded and shook his head again, "My teacher, who used to be the monster knowledge mentor of the Griffin Sect, survived by luck."

"As for Grandmaster Elan, he was in the courtyard outside the castle...witnessing with his own eyes that the castle he had managed for most of his life turned into a snow-capped mountain, and countless compatriots died tragically."

"Witnessing the greed and cruelty of humans and mages..."

Cohen suddenly clenched his fist, then let it go.

"He was heartbroken. He helped my teacher get out of the ground, treated his injuries, and left behind a "Monster Hunting Notebook" that recorded all the knowledge in his life. He left Kyle Siren, and his whereabouts are unknown since then."

"It's been 100 years now," Cohen said regretfully, "as a Griffin apprentice, I've never seen the once glorious castle."

Well, two survivors, two very different choices.

One guards the ruins.

One left disheartened.

A faint sadness and anger surged in Roy's heart involuntarily.

The world is full of malice for witchers.

He has known four incidents of extermination of the demon hunters: the Snake Fortress Goth Vader was looted by the wild hunt, the mage led the mob to invade Kaer Morhen, and the king of Kaedwin organized the Demon Hunter Tournament to bloodbath the northern universities Pai, mages and the Church are greedy for magical knowledge, and launch a big avalanche to destroy the Kyle Sirens...

The mage and the church destroyed the homeland of the Griffin faction through a shameless sneak attack without a single soldier. As the founder, Elan never thought of revenge?

Just leave and wander the world?

Roy shook his head immediately, how could the individual retaliate against the church and the mage.

It is also possible that Elan's selfless dedication and chivalry to protect mankind have become his cage.

He has become incredibly pedantic and unwilling to harm humans.

……

After a long silence.

Roy stared at the stele quietly until Cohn breathed out and adjusted his mood.

"In any case, these are the past tense. Now, my teacher and I are having a good time."

Roy thought about it. Some people don't have high requirements for life. It is impossible to change their attitude with a few words.

"So, Your Excellency Elan, have you ever returned to the Kyle Sirens since then?"

Cohen shook his head.

"Perhaps, Grandmaster is still looking for Azulie's footprints in a hidden corner of the world."

Roy fell into thought when he heard this.

As far as he knew, the whereabouts of most of the earliest demon hunters in the world were unknown: Ivar Xieyan from the Snake School, Ega from the Wolf School, Elan from the Griffin School...

If they are still alive, why not go back to the old school to take a look and meet the juniors.

If they were all dead, why didn't there be any news?

They all died in a corner where no one knew?

This is the most likely possibility.

But Roy still had an extremely bold guess—these long-lost master demon hunters were all trapped in one place!

……

"Korn, you two are the only ones left in the Griffin School. Do you still follow the previous tradition? Travel in spring and return to Kyle Siren in winter." Roy asked,

"I did arrange it like this..." Cohen glanced at the house in the center, with a faint fire coming from the crack of the door, "I travel for most of the year. But as far as I know, the teacher has never left in the past 20 years or so." Pass the Kyle Sirens."

He said with admiration, "Compared to collecting money to hunt monsters, the teacher prefers to 'sharp the tip of a pen' to record knowledge. Apart from basic survival needs, he spends all his time on learning—"

"By the fire, holding thick tomes and parchment scrolls, recording his experiences... Every day when the sun goes down, he will go into the house on time to study until late at night."

"Decades are like a day."

"The teacher's thirst for knowledge is unmatched!"

"Then does he like teaching apprentices?"

Ke En hesitated for two seconds before nodding his head heavily, "The teacher is ruthless. When I was young, whenever I answered a question incorrectly, he would laugh at me severely!"

"But I can feel that his love for students is only second to knowledge."

With his hands behind his waist, Roy paced around the bright lights,

"Well, Your Excellency Keen... To be honest, in your opinion, Master Keldar, is it possible to go to Novigrad with me?"

Cohen shook his head resolutely, "Believe me, there is nothing in heaven and earth that can make a teacher leave home."

"So you, buddy?" Roy was not discouraged, "Would you like to be a guest at Gawain's House, to see those children and my ten brothers?"

The old attitude is firm and difficult to overcome.

But the attitude of the young seems to be more enlightened.

Cohen rubbed the short beard on his chin, without saying a word, with a look of confusion on his face.

Roy continued, "Your girlfriend Iggesena took all her belongings and left the village. She offended two hooligans, and it may be difficult to return home in the future."

"Are you going to let her stay with the Kyle Siren forever?"

Cohen remained silent, but his bushy eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

"If you want to fulfill her wish and bring her to live in the city...how about my advice? Don't go to the big cities of Kovill and Povis, where you don't know people."

"In Novigrad, the Witcher Brotherhood has a strong relationship. It couldn't be easier to arrange a job for her..."

"The Brotherhood will have a resident mage, and I have a good relationship with me. If the two of you have stayed in Nuocheng enough and want to return to Povis, you only need to say hello, breathe, and open a portal."

"Roy, why help us?"

"Is it weird for a demon hunter to help a demon hunter? Well, don't look at me that way, you can treat this as an investment, maybe the Brotherhood will need your help in the future?" Roy said solemnly, "Of course, absolutely You will not be forced to violate the spirit of the 'griffin'."

"Dude, what you said makes sense... I will ask the teacher and Iggesena for their opinions, if they don't object..." Cohen was finally tempted, "Let's go to Novigrad."

He wanted to see what was going on with the rest of the schools.

He looked up and begged, "But please stop asking me to join the fraternity... The teacher won't let me do it, and I'll be very troubled."

"The Griffin faction sticks to its principles and will never change."

Roy shrugged, nodded, and said in a seductive tone, "I promise, I won't bring up this matter again and interfere with your judgment...You can take this invitation as a relaxing trip...Go to Nuo with Ignatius Vigari is on a honeymoon."

Under the moonlight, the "diplomats" of the Witcher Brotherhood and the young men of the Griffin Faction reached a preliminary agreement.

Chapter 7 The Three Great Secrets of the Griffon Sect

The bone-chilling night wind blew again.

The stars hide further into the night, Draco, Hunter, and the brightest night-eye star all disappear.

"Man, I'm sorry to take up your time a little longer." Roy noticed that his companion began to look back at Iggesena's room frequently, "As far as I know, among the six schools, the Griffin School is the most proficient in Fayin. In some respects, it is not even inferior to the spells released by warlocks."

"I am here this time, and I also want to ask for advice and experience the mystery of the Griffin Seal."

……

"You are overrated. Each school has a different direction of specialization...Since its establishment, the Griffin School has focused more on the study of magic seals than alchemy and swordsmanship, so it has a slight advantage." Cohen said modestly With a sparse and normal face, there is no trace of arrogance or showing off,

But Roy doesn't think so. The four elements, that is, the chaotic energy, reveal the essence of this world. The Griffin Sect, which specializes in magic seals, has a higher starting point than other schools and has a broader development prospect.

"The teacher also told me that there is no need to hide the most basic knowledge. I would like to give you a brief introduction-the difference between the seal of the Griffin School and other schools lies in the strengthening of three kinds of secret methods-" Cohen talked eloquently, Roy pricked up his ears.

"The blessing of mutation, duality, and 'roar', I call it flapping wings."

The three-color intertwined pupils looked at Roy.

The latter was thoughtful.

"The first secret method—the double sign..." Cohen said, "is a two-handed spellcasting technique developed by the Griffin Sect for many years. I don't mean the situation where Alder is cast with the left hand and Quen is cast with the right hand. "

In the Brotherhood, Letho, Serrit, Vesemir, and Geralt have mastered this move, but there is always a sequence, which is equivalent to casting spells consecutively.

He has tried it, but he is only at level 3 and lacks skills. The speed of drawing the seal with his left hand is normal, and the movements are still standard.

Casting with the right hand will be significantly slower.

"Double seals require both hands to co-cast a seal... The consumption of mana has increased dramatically, and the power of the seal has more than doubled."

Suddenly, Cohen's two arms swung in mid-air one after another, and his fingers made dazzling complex gestures.

The speed is too fast, like petals blooming suddenly.