The Divine Hunter

The eastern sky showed a hint of fish belly white, and when the day and night alternated, all things fell asleep, and the earth struggled in the darkness.

At an altitude of thousands of meters, a cone-shaped ramming angle quietly emerged from behind the clouds, and then a huge shadow slowly revealed the whole picture-this is a huge sailboat, which sails above the clouds, with a triangular sail in the middle of the ship. It depicts two crossed swords.

A man in a hood and cloak stood with one foot on the conical bow, like a pilot.

He was carrying two swords, and behind the two swords was a crossbow.

He overlooked the vast plains below, and various legendary mythical creatures screamed.

Flame-breathing giant dragons, ancient tree-wielding giants, plain mammoths dashing with fangs, elemental creatures that transform into light and extinction...

The strong wind blew his face, and he lifted the hood, revealing the man's excessively young face.

"got windy……"

The man's voice fell, and an abyss-like crack opened in the sky in front of him, and the whole white ship rushed in!

The wind in the void is getting bigger and bigger, more and more urgent, like a steel needle scraping the face and piercing the skin!

"Hey... it hurts!"

Roy opened his eyes in a daze, is this a dream? A bizarre dream?

When his dilated pupils condensed into a single point, at a close distance, a small snow-white face widened emerald green eyes and opened his mouth stupidly.

She seemed terrified, her little hands pinching the witcher's cheeks, motionless.

"Ciri..." Roy's face sank, "What are you doing?"

"Ah!" The petite girl jumped back flexibly, jumped behind the other witcher, and stuck out half of her face, "Don't blame me, Roy, it's all your fault! Sleeping like a pig, Delayed waking up. I'm just waking you up... um... waking you up!"

"Let's not care about you for now..." Roy stood up and looked around vigilantly amid a crackling sound of bones. Behind him is a vast forest area, and in front of him is a flat field. The sun is shining in the sky, and the light is a bit dazzling. He can't help but narrow his eyes.

"Don't let me catch you next time you are naughty, this time, just let you go... Now tell me,

What happened, where are we? "

"Ah? I'm the first to wake up, and you two poor fellows are still in a coma... Ms. Aisina said she was willing to accept the bet and let us go." Ciri stroked her chest and breathed a deep breath, "She sent a team of Sister Dryad escorted us here, on the eastern frontier of Brock Leon Forest."

She waved her little fist proudly, and Geralt stroked her rat-grey hair.

Roy rubbed his swollen forehead. The toxicity of Brock Leon water had been digested by the body, and there was only a nearly transparent poison mark in the state.

In fact, his thoughts were still lingering in the previous dream.

"What's the matter, Roy, it looks like you haven't fully recovered yet. You're not feeling well? Or did you see some strange images in your dreams?"

Geralt put his arms around his chest and said in a familiar voice, "Drinking the water of Brock Leon, most people can see the afterimages of the past and the projections of the future. It is desirable and exciting. , nostalgic... even fearful, if you have the desire to speak, there are two qualified listeners in front of you. Do you mean it, little girl?"

Hillary nodded eagerly.

"My dream is very strange and completely illogical. However, is the previous picture a hallucination of mine, or a projection of the future?"

That spaceship, is it suspected to be the white ship of the Wild Hunt traveling through time and space? How could you be on there?

The various hill-like creatures underfoot are definitely not the world of the witcher, and where is it?

"You two, let me calm down, I have to sort things out."

With so many threads, he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he simply sank his mind into the template and revealed the large piece of bright red text:

"You drank the water of Blok Leon blended with the blood of the sun, will, spirit +1...

Roy

Age: 14 years and 7 months

Occupation: Demon Hunter of the Viper School, Knight of Lake Vizima

Health: 130/151 (Poisoned)

Mana: 150→160

Attributes:

Strength: 9.3

Agility: 10.3

Constitution: 11.1

Perception: 8

Will: 9.5→10.5

Charisma: 7

Spirit: 11→12

"Your slaughtering skill reaches LV5, your will reaches 10, and the characteristic shock evolves—

Stun: Actively release the breath of killing to stun single, multiple, or all targets within 1 meter around you, and perform a forced will check. If their will is lower than yours, they will lose control for up to 2 seconds. Cooldown time 4 minutes. "

The shock and deterrence originally aimed at a single person has become a group shock and deterrence.

It is equivalent to one more breakthrough skill.

And he also obtained a crucial piece of information. When the skill reaches level 5 and the related attribute of the skill reaches 10 points, the skill will gain staged evolution.

"The next evolutionary skill, um, should be meditation."

Continue browsing.

"Your Ain El bloodline evolved."

In the skill template, the elegance of the elf race talent wind quietly disappeared, replaced by another ability——

Blood of the Ancients (Passive Curing): The oldest bloodline of the Ain El tribe, those who inherit this bloodline have all kinds of incredible powers. But your bloodline is extremely thin, with only a small portion of immature abilities and uncontrolled.

"Thin?" Roy frowned, feeling a little disappointed. After a lot of hard work, he only produced a green fruit with two attributes?

"No, although I can't use the blood of the ancients, neither can the template?"

His gaze continued to move downward, and he suddenly found a changed professional characteristic——

Mount: Bind a mount that you tame, you will have telepathy with it, better communication, and it can also consume 100→50 mana to immediately summon it from a distance to you.

A mount is different from a weapon, you can disband it at any time and let it go free.

Bound Brown Marvelt.

This feature draws on the thin ancient blood in your body, increasing the space ability——

Now, you can also spend 50 mana to teleport to your mount.

...

Dark Gold's pupils contracted.

"So, I can already travel through space?"

This means that as soon as his mind moves, he can instantly return to Sintra and return to the stable where Brown Horse Welt.

Of course, what he values ​​more is the strategic significance of this ability.

For example, in a desperate situation - launching teleportation immediately is an escape stunt!

With 50 mana, he can use it 3 times in a row, which is also good for rushing.

"Since the professional feature can enjoy the bonus of the blood of the ancients, then—"

Roy's eyes shifted to the experience bar - Demon Hunter LV5 (3080/2500). Since the biggest crisis of Brock Leon has been safely passed, there is no need to keep it!

Focusing on the "+", a stream of heat rushed out from the limbs in an instant, and the residual toxicity of the water of Brock Leon was immediately removed!

Witcher LV5→LV6 (580/3500)

Main attribute will: 10.5→11.5

Get 1 skill point, 1 attribute point...

"Then when you return to Sintra, add the attribute points, and the will will reach 12.5, which meets the standard for forcibly domesticating little griffins."

But there is also bad news. The experience required to level up has increased by 1000 points instead of the previous 500?

Roy closed his eyes again and felt it for a while, increasing his will, but still couldn't notice the change in his body. But that's not the point.

Binding Weapons -

Hand Crossbow Gabriel (to be upgraded)

(After the third enhancement, this crossbow benefits from the thin ancient blood in your body, gaining a certain degree of space ability. You can choose one of the following two new enchantments-)

Instant Shot: Infuse 20 mana, the next shot, Gabriel's arrow will cross the space and hit the target. This ability is limited by range.

Blinking: Consuming 20 mana, you will teleport to the vicinity of the crossbow arrow fired by Garibel (a spherical area with a radius of one meter, the designated location). This ability is limited by the range.

"Although I can't actively stimulate the blood of the ancients, the template can solidify it into the skill."

A strange feeling arises spontaneously.

As for the two options.

If you choose to fire instantly, the shooting will ignore the wind speed and temperature interference, and directly omit the long process of arrow flight.

Erase variables in shooting.

As long as the target is aimed, the opponent is basically unable to dodge, but the applicability of the witcher's Quinn seal, the warlock's magic cover, steel armor, and the natural thick skin of some monsters must be considered.

He prefers flickering, teleporting to the enemy's side for pursuit, and if coupled with shock...

At the same time, flicker can also be used to avoid attacks, which has more possibilities in battle.

Flicker, it's up to you!

Gabriel

Type: Pocket Crossbow

Material: Mulberry, tendons, hemp, magic.

Features: 6→7 pounds in weight, 2.2→2.3 in bow length, 40→50 pounds in tension, 55→64 meters in effective range.

Enchanting—

Simplified: As long as the arrows are stored in the loot package, it will automatically pull the string and place the arrow without the owner's action, and the time required to load the arrow is shortened to 0.4 seconds.

Guide Arrow: Actively infuse 20 points of magic power, and launch an arrow propelled by magic power. The effective range and penetrating power are slightly increased. The arrow will lock on your target, and the direction of the 45-degree angle will be automatically adjusted during flight.

Blink: Consuming 20 mana, you will teleport near the crossbow bolt fired by Garibal.

...

Steel Sword - Guvisher

(The third enhancement, this sword benefited from the thin ancient blood and gained a certain degree of space ability...)

Silver Sword - Arrondette

(For the first time, this sword benefits from the thin blood of the ancients and acquires a certain degree of space ability...)

Both swords have the same enchantment.

Teleport (New): No matter how far apart you are, for 50 mana, you will teleport to near Guwishil/Arrondette.

...

Roy felt weird, the two swords seemed to be the spatial coordinates of positioning, should they be used as throwing weapons in the future?

As for why the flicker of the crossbow only consumes 20 mana, the teleportation of the mount, steel sword and silver sword consumes 50 mana, because the latter three ignore the distance, and the flicker of the hand crossbow is at most within the range.

Finished,

The young witcher breathed a sigh of relief. With the huge improvement in the common skills of shock and awe, and the new space capability of weapons and mounts, this trip to Brock Leon finally had a satisfactory result.

"Although we can only use mounts and weapons for indirect teleportation, the blood of the ancients continues to strengthen—"

Sooner or later, he will be able to open the door to the world, and the physical body will cross the plane.

...

Ciri quietly came to the startled witcher, and carefully pulled his pants, "Roy, are you alright?"

The fair face was full of concern, and this trip to Brock Leon also made her understand some things, she knew who was really thinking about her.

"Don't worry," Roy put aside his dull thoughts and lifted the girl high, "I can't be better now!"

"You, Geralt..." Roy said and smiled at the white wolf, "You can still stand the toxicity of Brock Leon's water at your age?"

"After the trial of green grass, a little poison is nothing. Although this thing is still deadly to ordinary people."

The white wolf's face was light and calm, and his spirit was still full.

"Little guy..." Roy stared at Ciri's big green eyes, "Did you feel the change in your body?"

"It seems like..." Ciri touched her fleshy arm, her face wrinkled into a bitter gourd, "Roy, am I getting fat?"

"Children are cute when they are chubby. Is there any other change?"

"Other? It seems to have, and it seems that there is no, I can't tell."

In the witcher's observation field, her ancient blood is still in its infancy, and most of her abilities are uncontrollable.

But there must be subtle changes that take special moments to manifest.

"Roy, do I have flowers on my face, why are you staring at me? Let me go!"

"Haha..." Roy smiled and put down the girl who was kicking her calf. "What's your plan next, Geralt?"

The witcher was standing on the border of Brock Leon, and in front of him two roads forked to the left and right.

"I'm going back to Brugge, and my Rocky is still there. If you want to come together, I think I can provide you with a room with a hot bath."

"Alright, I'll go to Brugg with you first. Then, I want to talk to you about something." Roy couldn't help but smile when he thought of the three big men waiting in Sintra.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Ciri grabbed the hands of the two of them from left to right, and walked towards the west road.

"Wait, kid! The west is to Nastrogg, do you miss your fiancé, Prince Christine of Wieden? The east is to Brugge."

"But," the girl's face was distressed, her delicate brows furrowed into caterpillars, "I feel that the road to the east is not right?"

"How do you feel?"

"I can't tell, it's just a feeling, I don't feel good or safe."

As the little girl said these words, the two witchers were surprised to find that the pendants on their chests began to tremble slightly.

"Magic power..." Geralt glanced at Ciri in surprise, "Blood of the Ancients, did she awaken some kind of ability?"

"Then go west." Roy was convinced of Ciri's "lucky" ability.

"Actually..." But at this time, the little girl changed her mind. It seemed that she didn't want to have anything to do with Weeden at all. "Actually, the east side can also be... um, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Is it all right? The east side is fine then."

...

The little girl's hunch was quickly verified. The three walked on the road to the east for less than ten minutes, turned a dense bush, and entered a sandy field. A group of soldiers suddenly appeared from all directions and surrounded them.

They wear conical helmets, mail and dark grey tunics embroidered with the black and gold checkered coat of arms representing the House of Verdon.