Chapter 210 Warm up before the war... in various senses

Author: Panda's Big Wooden House

Chapter 210 Warm up before the war... in various senses

The Demon Hunter Trial is divided into four parts. Everyone present knows: the [Choose] of physical training, the [Choose] of physiological gene mutations and the [Dream Trial], and the [Choose] of Alpine Trial], and the [Choose] of Alpine Trial, which is similar to the exam.

The first three trials are similar, but the last [Hori Mountain Trial] different schools have different ways. Some schools will let their apprentices hunt small monsters like water ghosts alone as an exam for the career of demon hunters, and some schools will throw their apprentices into the dark monster nest and let them spend the night.

Naturally, Lanen had not undergone the [Acro Trial], or Jeron regarded Lanen's achievements on the mainland as his [Acro Trial]. This answer is indeed much more dazzling than other witch hunter apprentices.

The Wolf Sect's [Alpine Trial] passes through the cave where the "Old Spearhead" lives, goes to the Elemental Ring to absorb the magic energy there to strengthen its magic seal and obtain the Wolf Sect's badge. However, the Cyclops who live in the dark cave have extremely keen senses, so many apprentices who have survived the mutation of the witch hunter who have survived the high mortality rate will eventually die tragically at the hands of the Cyclops who are not supposed to face.

This trial is dangerous, but the Elemental Ring does have its own unique features and is worthy of the risk of apprentices. Although it cannot essentially enhance the power of the Wolf School to gain the ability to compare with the Griffon School, it can give the magic seals some other special effects to the magic seals of the demon hunter.

Lambert said, "My [Akshifa Seal] has undergone a gratifying change. When I first debuted, I met two robbers. One of them aimed at me with a crossbow, and the other was rumbling my pocket. I used the [Akshifa Seal] to make the guy who held the crossbow shoot his companion to death, and then let him hang himself on a tree."

Even Cohen, who is a griffin school, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The hypnosis effect of [Akshifa Seal] is so strong that it can make the caster commit suicide without any resistance. This is something that Lann can't do now.

For the sake of the ring of elements, the old spearhead has another way to kill him!

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After supper, the moon rises to the branches.

This time is naturally not suitable for going out to hunt demons. Kelmohan's ecology is excellent. Not only are there small monsters like water ghosts and evil ghosts, but there are also real monsters with magical abilities such as swamp witches, harpies, and small fog demons, as well as large monsters such as fork-tailed dragons.

Most of them are nocturnal animals. Therefore, even if the Wolf Sect is too impatient to hunt the old spearhead, they have to wait until the next day.

When it was late at night, Lane's door was knocked again.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

The sound insulation of the room was not very good, and Lane had long heard the soft footsteps sounding at the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Tris stood in front of him with a smile.

The long red hair of the sorcerer seemed to be unable to cover the color in the dark, reflecting the candlelight in Lann's house, and also teasing people's heartstrings.

"I didn't come to you during the day because I thought that Cialis would miss you very much, and you would need a space to be alone." It was late at night, and Tris spoke very softly, as if he was worried that he would disturb the others in the castle.

"Don't you miss me?"

"Ha, after all, I've seen you in Novigri and have been together for a while."

"So don't miss me?"

Tris choked and smiled helplessly: "So I'm here."

After saying this, Tris added: "I went to find Xiri just now and talked to her..."

"What did you talk about?"

Tris recalled: "A lot. About our past and future relationships. I always wanted to treat her as my sister. She is very smart and some things are unavoidable. We talked for a long time, and finally she asked me to come and find you..."

Lane chuckled: "You treat her as your sister? But as far as I know, her relationship with Yen Naifa is more like a master and apprentice, or even a mother and daughter - and you and Yen Naifa are best friends, will this generation be too messy?"

Tris stomped on Lann's feet: "According to you, how do you and Geralt count? You are also a witch hunter and an immortal. When you get older, you will know that this kind of thing is very common!"

Then how old are you? Lane didn't ask this sentence, worried that he would really get a fireball.

There were enough greetings. Tris put his hands on his waist, looked at the dark castle corridor, and then looked inside Lann's house: "Don't you invite me in?"

Lann thought for a while and said shyly: "The sound insulation of this room is not very good, and he will go out to hunt demons tomorrow."

"It's okay, I just want to check if you have any magic practice. There won't be too much noise, nor will it take too much time... I just want to chat."

Lane sighed long and said, "That's not sure."

In the corridor of the castle, the only long red hair that could illuminate the darkness disappeared with a "swoosh" sound, and then the sound of the door being slightly bumped.

Then there was a violent and orderly magic wave spreading out from the room, and all the sounds disappeared.

It seems that learning magic is still necessary.

The clouds in the sky were driven away by the moonlight. The moon seemed to be particularly excited tonight, and the light it scattered was particularly dazzling. The evening breeze licked the trees in the mountains, and even in winter, there was a movement of early spring here.

With a "tick", water droplets fell from the branches into the stream. The snow in the mountains seemed to have begun to melt, and the ice blocking the water source began to disintegrate, making the water surging, surging, and squirting out again.

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The next day, early morning.

Lane raised his head and fucked a bottle of [Traditional Owl], which is an alchemy potion used to restore magic and vitality in battle. The blue blood vessel lines appeared faintly around his eye sockets, making his face look paler.

Seeing Lann's behavior, Kogrim wondered: "Is it too early to drink potions now?"

Lann's alchemy skill [Patience Improvement] has reached the maximum level, and this level of toxicity has long been ignored by him. But naturally he cannot explain it to his Snake Sect's partners like this.

After thinking about it, he said, "You know, I rarely drink potions in battles. But there is no way to avoid this, so I want to adapt in advance so I don't get a mistake in the time."

After saying this, Lane ignored Kogrim's reaction and pulled down the hood of the big griffin cloak and rode his horse to the front of the team.

Kelmohan did not dispatch all the staff: Xili stayed in the castle, and this level of demon hunting was too early for her. Yennafa stayed to continue Xili's magic course, and was unwilling to leave her children's homework for a day.

Tris also volunteered to stay and see the house, but no one said anything.

Even if two female warlocks who can be used as combat power are missing, this team is not unsatisfactory - two griffins, four wolves, four snakes, and the druid Mossak, give such a team enough time, so they can even conquer a small and medium-sized country without any injuries.

Such a team is currently running up the mountain road of Kelmohan.

Go over a small hillside on the edge of a cliff. Looking down from the decaying wooden fence on the edge, you can see the shallow snow-covered green space, swaying pine forests, and the mist-covered hillsides in the distance.

The clear springs in the mountains have begun to thaw, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard from everyone's location. This clear spring passes through the canyon and flows into the middle of a wider river.

"Today's journey was unexpectedly smooth." Weissemil walked at the front of the team. "Since the days before... it was about a month ago, the monsters in this forest became particularly energetic. Many mixed beasts with hibernation habits ran out and could occasionally hear their hungry roaring or screaming in pain at night, disturbing our dreams."

Hearing the old witch hunter's feelings, Lane couldn't help but respond. This topic has been mentioned many times, but this time it attracted Lane's attention.

If this is the case in part of the area of ​​Redania or Pontal, that's nothing. But if this is the case even the Cordwin border, and the time of the monster riot was a coincidence a month ago, then Lane couldn't help but stop paying attention.

Because this shows that this "monster riot" situation may not be a regional event, but a global one, and perhaps Sintra needs to pay more attention.

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A few black dots in the sky, like crows, hovered over the heads of Lanen and his group, screaming and whimpering. But if you look closer, you will find that these winged guys have human shapes.

The harp, a type of [Mixed Beast]. Compared with the griffin, which is also a [Mixed Beast], this monster is obviously much smaller in size and has worse mechanics. However, they have unique magical abilities that can steal the dreams of creatures into crystals. Adventurers are keen on finding the harp’s nest and steal these crystals and sell them.

——Although they don’t know how to read the dreams in these crystals, they know that the quality of these crystals is the best.

Lambert was upset by these harpies, so he took out the crossbow and wanted to aim at the sky. However, these harpies seemed to know that such a large group of witch hunters were not easy to mess with. They hovered accurately outside the range of the crossbow, so they did not allow Lambert to take advantage of it.

Lane chuckled, took out the longbow as tall as a human with his left hand, pulled the rattled bowstring in a sound that made the teeth sore, aimed for a moment, and then-

"Swoosh."

The arrow turned into a meteor that was hard to see in the naked eye and rushed straight into the sky. With a shrill scream, a harp-shaped banshee fell head-on with the scattered feathers.

The annoying sound in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the sky suddenly became clean. Lane immediately checked the harp who was shot down, and it still had the spare energy to flap.

This is an extremely hideous monster. When the harp was in the sky, he could vaguely see the curve of the girl's body, but when he looked closely, it made people feel disgusted. It had a sharp beak on its face and its forehead was bare; its wings were indeed beautiful, but its limbs and torso were wrinkled like old tree bark, with sparse feathers scattered.

Looking at the arrows passing by the harem, Lambert couldn't help but whistle: "What a bow, good arrow!"

Feeling that Lambert seemed to be interested in his mahogany bow, Lane shrugged and handed it over. Seeing the Wolf Sect Witchhunter tremblingly opening the bowstring with all his strength, but there was still three or four points away from Manxian, Lane couldn't help but quip:

"If you put this bow in the air, then you will compensate me for a new one."

Blank release means that after pulling the bow open, loosening the bow string without arrows. This will cause all the force originally used to support the arrow to fly out to the bow, causing damage and greatly shortening the service life of the bow; for some bows that are at the critical point of scrapping, there will even be "blasting the bow", causing a large number of wood fiber fragments to shoot towards the archer's face, causing life-threatening.

Lambert blushed because of his force, and finally he had to slowly release the bowstrings and return to his original state, and praised again: "Good bow. You also have good strength. I heard that the Griffon School should be specializing in magic seals, but I didn't expect that there would be such a good shooting technique."

"I'm a knight, it's normal for knights to shoot?" Lane shrugged.

This sentence attracted a responsiveness from Cohen. It was obvious that this companion of the Griffon School had also studied this skill under the guidance of Kelda.

"Then Knight, I would like to ask what should we do with the harem's corpse? We don't want to waste time dissecting this corpse here."

"It's very simple, let's talk about it when we go back."

Lanen reached out and pressed the harem's corpse, and a flash of light brought the other party into the [Inventory].

This action caused the Wolf Sect members who had seen the first time whispering, and the Snake Sect members who had been accustomed to it for some reason developed a sense of superiority.

Lambert turned his gaze to Cohen: "Can you?"

Cohen's eyes were incredible at this moment: "This is not a method of the Griffon School... it should be the source of demons? Or the ancient blood?"

Lambert fell into deep thought: "In other words, will Cial learn it in the future? It is really convenient to learn this skill when you go out."

Lane laughed like a prank: "Maybe, you can look forward to it."

Mossak and Vissemil looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly at the entertainment activities of the "young people" in front of them.

"Okay, boys, stop making trouble. It's rare that we have a lot of people today, so these monsters dare not approach." Wisemere said seriously, "We didn't even dare to let Xiri run in the forest some time ago. If we go out, we must follow Geralt and another young man."

"It's lucky that there are no monsters coming out to attack now, we just hurry up and hurry up."

Indeed, after living near Kelmohan for so long, no matter how low-intellectual monsters have a basic instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. If you are a lone wolf in the wolf sect who acts alone, there may be no-eyed monsters coming out to attack. But this huge group of people is really too intimidating, and the number alone is more than some small beast groups.

You should know that there are also groups of wolves and water ghosts, and normal witch hunters can choose such a small group by themselves, let alone so many witch hunters gathered together.

So it’s no wonder that the journey is so calm today.
To be continued...