The Divine Hunter

Wild night.

The two figures faced each other in the open space not far from the bonfire.

Roy Shen Jian was at his waist, his knees were slightly bent, he kept the plow position, the tip of the training sword pointed to the opponent's neck, his feet moved slowly laterally, his cheeks flickered under the bonfire.

The muscular, bald-headed man held the sword across his face in a bull-like manner. The tip of the sword was firmly locked on his face, and his amber eyes flashed with cold light.

The situation was deadlocked for five seconds.

A cold wind suddenly blew in the night, and Wilt, who was beside the bonfire, snorted.

Like a signal, the battle was instantly detonated—

The bald man suddenly took a step forward, and the tip of his sword stabbed Roy's neck.

Following the usual routine, the boy alternately stepped diagonally to avoid the center line, bullied his open side, and slammed the opponent's sword with the strong blade.

As long as he can swing the incoming blade away, he can stab his opponent further in the throat.

But the moment the swords collided.

However, the big man's sword removed his strength in a flash, and the tip of the sword drew an arc downwards, slashing Roy's abdomen.

The young man didn't stop, jumped backwards, the blade of the wooden sword in his hand turned from vertical to horizontal, waved forward, and slashed towards the stubby neck.

Lexoti sword block.

The two swords were intertwined, rotated in mid-air for a week, returned to their original position, and then stuck to each other with glue.

Through the gap between the two swords, sparks flew from the eyes of amber and dark gold.

The bald man suddenly released his left hand from the handle, and turned to hold the junction of the two swords. The thumb and the remaining four fingers pinch the sides of the sword body - pull back!

The two swords, like closed scissors, were smashed towards his body. At the same time, he pushed the handle in his right hand forward, as if turning a wheel in his direction——

The handle pushed forward suddenly hit Roy's elbow. He unconsciously released the handle of the sword, letting the big man drag his weapon away, and then "smeared" by a sword.

"Twentieth death, congratulations, kid!" Lesso put away his two training swords, walked to the bonfire and sat down, took a sip from his wine bag, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

This is the dwarf spirit from Dennis Kramer parting,

"But don't be discouraged. Compared with the previous days, you have improved significantly, and you have begun to adapt to the mutant body."

"Anyway, you won again..." Roy sighed and asked curiously, "What kind of trick did you just use, why did you disarm me?"

"That's called taking the sword! It's also against a rookie like you. It's hard to use it in actual combat, even with heavy iron gloves. Unless the enemy's reaction is slower than a sloth."

"Uh..." The young man felt a huge insult and didn't want to pay any more attention to this bald guy.

Self-consciously, he gently stroked the soft, warm mane on Wilt's neck, and the latter fell to his knees tenderly, arching his body with his head in a pleasing manner.

"What's going on with this horse, it's just been obeying you in a few days, and I now suspect it's disguised by a female shapeshifter!"

The witcher glanced at Wilt.

"Would you like to dissect it and take a look?"

"law!"

"Don't scare Wilt! I said, I have mastered a special training method, you still don't believe it! And this method is not only effective for horses..." The young man glanced at the witcher with deep eyes,

"Don't bullshit me," the bald-headed man felt a chill on his back inexplicably, and shook his head, "Sit down and teach you something new tonight."

"As soon as I say that, I'm interested."

...

Two snake demon hunters surrounded the bonfire, Roy held his chin and looked up, his eyes full of curiosity, and Leto's low voice sounded, drifting through the flaming flames and into the deep night. .

"Before you start the drill, I have to give you a brief introduction to the Witcher Seal."

"Just like a mule, it is between a horse and a donkey, and has both characteristics, and we witchers are between a warlock and an ordinary person, and the spellcasting ability is also a little bit in the middle, so the seal is simpler than the spell. More of a little trick.

"

"The power of the seal is not as powerful as the orthodox spell, but it also has advantages. To release the seal, there is no need for long chanting, complex spells, casting materials, or staff... Just concentrate on using the thin magic in the body, and at the same time, it can be released quickly with simple gestures with one hand. , If you are more skilled, the seal can almost be said to be instant."

"Don't chant mantras?"

"Need not……"

"I always thought that releasing Fayin should read some short ancient sayings," the boy said curiously, "otherwise, why do you move your mouth every time you stretch out your hand."

The bald man's eyelids jumped when he heard the words. He didn't expect this guy to observe so carefully, and he actually discovered his little secret.

"It's just a side note, don't worry about it."

"But I'm still curious...what did you read at the time?"

"Little devil, there are so many questions," the witcher's face became stiffer, and he felt a little more ashamed, "Okay, it's okay to tell you, that's a little habit I kept when I was learning the seal... ...recite the name of the Dharma seal silently when casting spells, so it is not easy to make mistakes or confuse them."

"Later, it can't be changed. If you omit this process of meditation, the power of the seal will seem to be negatively affected."

Roy imagined that kind of scene, shouting while releasing the seal, and suddenly felt a little funny, isn't this reminding the opponent?

He couldn't help but keep an eye out, he absolutely wanted to avoid this habit.

"Cough cough... Back to the topic," the witcher began to pace around the bonfire, "the witcher's seals are divided into five types."

"Igni who controls the flame, Alder who shakes the mind, Axie who hypnotizes, Quinn who summons the mana shield, and Arden who arranges magic traps or reinforcement items, all have different release gestures..."

Roy remembered that the witcher Geralt used the seal of Arden to reinforce the coffin board a few years ago to prevent the bloodthirsty monster bird from invading from the outside.

He suddenly interjected and asked,

"The mana shield summoned by Quinn is mainly used to resist physical damage?"

"Yes, you can think of it as a transparent tortoise shell, which can prevent arrows and swords, but can't block fire, frost or electricity... It is also effective for spells, but not as good as physics."

"Isn't there a special seal that protects magic?

The witcher's footsteps paused, and his amber eyes suddenly turned to the boy, "Where did you hear that?"

Seeing this, Roy affirmed his thoughts, and asked instead, "That seal is called Heliotrope, right, but I've never seen you use it."

"It's beyond my ability." The witcher sighed, "The reason why I only tell you five is because some of the seals disappeared in the Serpent Sect. Including the Heliotrope you mentioned."

"It's far more difficult than the other five. Most witchers can't learn it, and it will be lost over time... But there are a small number of witchers from other schools who hold this seal."

"Another kind of Kramp seal related to illusions, there are even fewer people..."

Sure enough, there are seven types of seals, but most witchers have only mastered five.

"Don't worry, Leto," Roy suddenly patted his chest and said seriously, "I will bring the remaining two seals back to the school in the future."

The bald man shook his head disdainfully, "Wait until you have learned all five simple ones and can use them proficiently before you realize your ambitions!"

"The introduction of the French seal is over, now stretch out your hand, let's come to the actual content..."

"Left or right hand?"

"If you are right-handed, you generally use your left hand to use the seal, because your right hand needs to use the sword..." Leto explained, "The most effective way to fight is to use both hands to perform their duties."

Roy suddenly thought of another trouble. If he had a sword in his right hand and a crossbow in his left hand, he would not have a third hand to use the seal at all.

No, this should depend on the individual's reaction, and it can be taken into account according to the circumstances.

"Then can you use both hands at the same time, with different seals?"

"Don't think too far, keep your feet on the ground," the witcher suddenly stretched his left hand in front of Roy and made an awkward gesture, "Pay attention to my fingers, where each finger is."

The index finger is bent from the second knuckle, and the other four fingers are stretched around, like an octopus spreading its body.

The young man shook his body first to relax his muscles and bones, and then compared the movements of the witcher, he easily made the exact same gesture, of course, it didn't work... he didn't feel any magic surging in his body.

Then close your hand, stretch your hand, close your hand, stretch your hand... Repeating this, it's a lot of fun.

"Looks like I'm feeling it! My elbows seem to be getting hot!"

His heart moved, his face full of excitement, do I have the talent for the seal?

"What are you doing, kid? What are you doing, it's not qualified!"

The witcher ruthlessly shattered his fantasies. I grabbed his left hand and started to use the stupidest method to break him into place finger by finger.

After two full minutes, each finger of the boy's left hand finally bent to a suitable arc, making a gesture full of curiosity.

"This is the basic gesture of the Igni seal? Hiss...my hand seems to be cramping...then what should I do?"

"At the same time as you stretch out your hand, draw the symbol of the seal in mid-air... just like—this!" The witcher folded the five fingers of his left hand into a fist, and then slammed it out toward the fire. Within a tenth of a second, the index finger was the second The knuckles are bent, and the remaining limbs are stretched around at different inclinations.

While reaching out, draw a complete seal in mid-air - an upright triangle.

"boom--"

A raging fire snake spewed out of the bonfire, and the fire was great!

The flames soared as high as one person.

The French seal is over, and the bonfire is back to normal!

...

"No matter how much you say, it's better to practice, now, you come!"

Roy stood up straight in front of the bonfire, contracted his left hand to his waist, took a deep breath, turned around and nodded to the bald man, and suddenly stretched out his left hand towards the bonfire amid the strange expression on his face, gestured and sketched—

The heat flowed from the limbs and bones, jumping over the arms, elbows, forearms, and palms, all in one go, and the boy's face flushed with excitement!

Miracle, here we come!

"puff--"

A fingernail-sized spark emerged from the palm of his left hand, and then extinguished within a thousandth of a second.

Magic-1...

The bonfire did not change in the slightest.

...

A faint cold wind blew through, and Brown Marvelt snorted, ending the suffocating silence.

"Uh, this... what did I do wrong?" Roy withdrew his left hand, looking at his palm sluggishly,

The witcher suddenly turned his head to the other side, with a sudden blue vein on his neck. After a while, he turned back and said gently,

"Don't be discouraged, kid, it's normal, the first time you use it, the gestures are far from skilled, and your control of the magic in your body is too rough... You have to guide the magic, you should have felt it just now, Igni Fayna The scorching magic power flows through the body."

"Guide? What should I do?"

"You can always pee," the witcher used a vivid metaphor, "magic pours out of the arm, just like the body expelling urine... The magic seal you just made is obviously not enough, and you have to add a little more, exactly Say, you have to pee more."

"But what if I can't get it out?"

"Then hold back for a while, uh, I mean that feeling, can you understand?"

Roy looked at the bonfire and sighed. He felt that tonight was another sleepless night...

God-level Demon Hunter