The Divine Hunter

Dawn is approaching, and a holy white light emerges from the sky, in the blacksmith shop of the Todaroqu family.

The candles were dim, and the windows and doors were closed.

"Master, you're not kidding, can you really get him out of the influence of the evil god Svablo?" The blacksmith Clough looked surprised, "It hasn't changed in the past twenty years."

"Svablo has branded the souls of the Verkas so that they can grant them the power of bears and affect their minds! This also means that the souls of the Verkas belong to Svalka and will be swallowed by Svalbo after death. ."

"And I happen to have a way to snatch the control of the soul and purify the brand."

As long as Falric's body and soul are branded as his own through forced domestication, there is naturally no room for Svalblox to dominate.

For example, a dove occupies a magpie's nest.

Now one mount is bound to Griffin Griffin, and the other has been idle since the release of Avel in Skyrim, and it just comes in handy.

Even if taming can't get rid of the evil god's brand, it doesn't matter, just consider it an attempt.

He can dissolve the master-slave relationship at any time and return Farik to freedom.

This is also Roy's thoughtful approach.

As far as he knew, the belief in Svalbard that the man and the bear merged was only spread in a small area in the Skellige Islands, and was banned by the seven major families many years ago because the sacrifice ceremony was too bloody.

Needless to say, Svablo's strength is naturally inferior to Dagan, who was weakened by the goddess of the lake, and the lion-faced spider, who is also the evil god.

And the witcher's strength is not what it used to be.

It's just a brand, not directly facing it, and a full recovery is enough to protect himself, so he dares to give it a try.

"I have to pay a heavy price for this method!" Roy lowered his face and put on an embarrassed expression.

"As long as you can restore Farik to normal, feel free to ask for anything!" Clough gritted his teeth, "Our Todaloch family will do our best!"

"Clough, according to the previous agreement, you have to go back to Nuocheng with me. You already owe me once." Roy reminded,

"That's right, I'm not qualified to give you any more conditions." Clough smiled wryly.

Roy looked at Chamil, another blacksmith, a master blacksmith could not satisfy his appetite.

"Master Oaks,

I understand what you mean, but I'm sorry I can't go with you! Otherwise, how many members are left in the Todalotra family? How is this different from dissolution? ' Chamil shook his head with an ugly face.

Roy sighed regretfully, but didn't force it, and turned his eyes to Yuna, the pretty blond girl behind the two.

"What do you mean by master? No!" Clough looked uneasy as if stung by a bee, "Yuna can't do it!"

"Nothing's wrong!" The little girl passed her father's body, raised her tender little face at the witcher, blinked her eyelashes, and said in a clear voice, pretending to be calm, "As long as you help Uncle Farik get rid of that Damn Svablo, I'll be your full-time blacksmith with Clough!"

The witcher grinned contentedly. The little girl is not yet a master blacksmith, but she knows her potential in the future.

The God of Crow's Nest Blacksmithing!

This deal is a no-brainer!

"Rest assured, I will not deprive the two of them of their labor force in vain. I have always advocated equality for everyone, and I am willing to draw up a humane and fair contract for the two of them."

Clough's face darkened, he was afraid of meeting an unscrupulous capitalist.

"Let's discuss it later? We can't take your credit here anyway!" Yuna said eagerly, "Hurry up and save Uncle!"

"Several, next, I need you to find a strong enough chain."

"What's the use?"

"He--" Roy looked at the sleeping Farrick, "tie him up!"

...

A quarter of an hour later.

In a coma, Farik was tied to a chair with a chain by his brother, but he was unaware of it, his face was pale and calm, and his breathing was even.

"Master Oaks, does this method work?" Chamil frowned, and his eyes flickered with questioning, "Will there be any accident in Farik?"

"Don't worry, I promise he won't die!" The witcher snapped his knuckles and circled the chair, "but you must remember to keep absolute silence. Whatever happens later, he will No matter how miserable you cry and how pitiful you are, don't interfere!"

"Otherwise, all previous achievements will be lost, and if he dies and is useless, don't blame me."

The two blacksmith brothers looked at each other and nodded.

"Anyway, you saved his life, so just let it go!"

Roy took a deep breath, his dark gold and silver-gray pupils took a deep look at the target, and his mind sank into the template.

tame--

Mount 1/2: Griffin Griffin has been bound.

...

The three people in the blacksmith shop saw that the witcher suddenly stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his brother's forehead - his whole personality became solemn and majestic, like an aloof emperor and ruler, with a pair of eyes like two suns Let out a dazzling light.

Looking directly at Farik's face, as if to see through his heart, all his memories!

Boom!

There was a sudden gust of wind in the bedroom, blowing the fire of the fireplace to the brink, everyone's clothes flying, and the witcher's dark cloak was lifted back, revealing the sturdy, shiny plate underneath.

Somewhere, an invisible force forcibly linked him and the blacksmith's soul.

Falik, who was tied to a chair by five flowers, was suddenly strongly stimulated, his eyes widened and he looked at the witcher who was close at hand, his pupils were densely bloodshot, and his expression became hate, disgust, and fear!

As if he was a beast of a flood, a doomsday natural disaster!

The three onlookers were taken aback by the sudden change, and cold sweat oozes from their palms.

And Farik's face was twisted, and he twitched like a sheep epilepsy, and even his toes were stretched straight.

He opened his mouth wide to reveal his yellow teeth, but let out a hysterical roar from his nose. The pain contained in his cry made the faces of the three relatives turn blue and raised their hearts.

He looked excruciatingly painful.

Soon, the twitching turned into a struggle!

With his hands and feet bound, Farik wriggled in the chair like a snake, and the legs of the chair were brought by his force and kept hitting the ground, making a harsh rubbing sound.

However, the sturdy iron chains produced by Todaroqu almost tied him into a zongzi, let alone a person, even if the giant bear appeared, he would not be able to break free!

boom!

The witcher pushes hard!

Falric's body fell back with the chair, with the witcher's fiery right hand on his forehead.

A pair of star-bright pupils looked directly at his white eyeballs.

The fierce wind swirled around the witcher, blowing his short black hair back to his scalp and turning into a big back.

There was a bizarre and subtle sound in the air, as if someone was chanting an obscure spell in the void. The sound of the spell echoed repeatedly in the bedroom and penetrated into people's heads.

Gradually, the sound blended with the gust of wind, forming a red light visible to the naked eye, circling and surging, rushing into the body of Farik, who was suppressed on the ground.

The blacksmith family had never been exposed to the language.

However, it is inexplicably able to understand the endless voice, it only conveys one meaning——

surrender!

surrender!

Affected by this sound, the three people's minds were immediately affected, and they couldn't help looking at the witcher's back, first confused, and then with admiration and admiration.

His back was rapidly enlarged infinitely in the eyes of the three of them.

From the mountains and mountains to the boundless blue sea, the vast starry sky... the vast and lonely!

And Farrick, who was the first to bear the brunt, evolved another fierce battlefield in his mind.

A dark space, similar to where the meditation world is.

A vague figure with Farik's face was pushed to the ground by another figure—his face was as black as ink, his pupils glowed red, and there was a chilling aura.

He penetrated the will of oppression into the depths of the blacksmith's soul—

surrender!

Body, soul, all open to me as a gift.

No more privacy and secrets.

My words will be the decree that you cannot disobey.

My will is the goal of your death!

The blacksmith only felt endless humiliation welling up in his heart.

This treatment is not as good as pet cats and dogs!

The idea of ​​resistance surged out!

Even if the hazy figure in front of him came from the master witcher who killed two trolls and rescued him from the mine.

However, his unwillingness to be weak!

The body is locked by iron chains, and the will is less than eight o'clock, and it is completely crushed by the demon hunter's thirty o'clock will!

The collision of wills in just a few seconds!

The pressure he felt was like tsunamis, hurricanes, floods... The whole world was pressing down, suffocating him and shattering his bones!

Do not!

The blacksmith's spirit bowed its head to the witcher.

...

In the eyes of Clough, Chamil, and Yuna, the brothers who were held by the witcher on the ground suddenly stopped struggling, their facial expressions were slack and sweating profusely.

ended?

"Ow!"

The calm was suddenly broken!

Farrick opened his mouth wide open without warning, and roared sharply at the witcher, his voice full of anger and inviolable awe.

In the roaring sound, his body began to change drastically, thick black hairs drilled into the skin under his clothes, awl-sharp nails emerged from his fingertips, his mouth protruded outwards, revealing his fangs, forming a gigantic ferocious figure. Bear head!

The blacksmith's family was horrified, Chamil wanted to step forward, but was caught by Clough!

"Boom!"

In another world, the battle of wills is in full swing.

The blacksmith's spirit knelt at the witcher's feet.

But angered another latent will!

puff!

A few blazing flames suddenly ignited in the pitch-black space.

The flames formed a mysterious ring with a radius of five meters.

Outside the ring stands a grinning, vicious giant bear statue. Behind the statue, there are a pair of scarlet eyes and pale gums floating.

Boom! dong dong! Boom! dong dong——

Uplifting drum beats came from the darkness, arousing the crazy desire to fight in people's hearts.

And inside the ring of bears - a blood-colored light drilled out of Farek's body, he roared, and quickly turned into a terrifying existence combining a human and a bear.

The left hand, left foot, and right side of humans become bear paws covered with thick black fur.

The head roughly looks like a bear's head, but a human face belonging to the blacksmith Farik emerges from the angry bloody mouth and the fangs cage.

The face lost its former calm.

Scarlet eyes filled with desire to destroy and kill,

Burning provocation and raging fighting spirit!

"Svablo! Svablo!"

"Kill! Kill!"

"Fight! Fight!"

It roared angrily and challenged the witcher who had suppressed it!

From the level of will!

The witcher suddenly felt a pair of scarlet eyes drilled out of the void, and a phantom of a man and a bear stood there, staring straight at his back.

But its power is far less than the goddess Meritelli, not to mention the golden eyes of the dragon slaying battle in Skyrim.

Svablo, you can't threaten yourself!

"Want to pull me into the water, into a bloody ritual? Dream!"

Roy's thoughts moved, his soul swelled and deformed in the blink of an eye, black scales covered his skin, and his limbs turned into sharp claws and majestic dragon wings.

The pupils turned scarlet.

The soul ascends to the form of the dragon Alduin.

At the same time, a blood-colored light group ripped open the void behind Alduin, and a scarlet octopus waved its arms and legs and drilled out, fluttering at the roaring giant bear Svablo, and threw it to the ground, wrapping its limbs and torso. , put a pair of strict blood-colored shackles on it.

No matter how hard this human-bear hybrid struggles, he won't be able to break free!

"Roar!"

The giant dragon stepped forward, and the dragon's wings pressed Svalbloh under the tentacles.

The dragon's mouth opened against the bear's head, revealing a mouth full of rugged fangs, and a vortex of power entangled in the throat!

Voss!

The surging sound and force instantly shook the bear shape into blood mist!

"Svablo!"

The bastard screamed unwillingly!

Like the snow melted by the sun, it turned into a pool of blood.

The blood was sloughed off, revealing a dark and complete soul that was not stained with murderous aura!

Blacksmith Farrick!

...

At this moment, everyone in the blacksmith's bedroom held their breath, the bubbling wind, the scarlet spell, and the abnormality of changing from a man to a bear all disappeared.

Farik in the chain chair returned to his human form.

Trembling all over, he opened his black eyes, and there was no trace of cruelty or cruelty, only meekness and awe.

The witcher lifted the chain chair, took a long breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Eyes on the template,

"You shattered the stigma of the evil god Svablo, and you tamed Falric.

You have released your master-slave relationship with Farik. "

What a weak evil god, Swablo's brand gave him the feeling that he was strong on the outside, but he was even more unbearable than he imagined.

A full recovery of the reserves didn't help either.

Maybe it's time to visit Big Skelliger for a while.

"Master Oaks, has he, he returned to normal?" Clough extended his hand to his brother eagerly, and took it back halfway.

Roy nodded with a smile, opened the half bottle of mead on the table and poured it into Farrick's mouth.

Gollum.

The blacksmith drank heartily, looked around, and several relatives and friends were looking at him with concern.

The long-standing worries and fears vanished at this moment.

He felt so relaxed both physically and mentally!

I'm home!

Everyone held their breath and stared at him for a minute.

Mead, Human Blood, Martuo Mushroom.

The madness of the Velka people has no effect on Farik. He maintains his human form with a happy face.

"Clough, Chamil, I thought I would never see you again! What about Dome and little Lal?"

"Sleeping in the back room."

"Yuna, oh, my little Yuna, come here and let my uncle take a good look at me. I haven't seen her for more than a month, and she has become more and more beautiful. I don't know if that lucky boy will marry you in the future! Wait, why are you tying me up?" Falek wanted to reach out and touch his niece's hair, but was surprised to find that he was tied up with five flowers, "Quickly untie it for me!"

He was completely unaware of what had happened before, and everything about the Velka had been erased along with Svablo's brand.

"Haha! Brother! Master Oaks saved you from the trolls and brown bears. From now on, no one will threaten you!" Clough exchanged a confidential look with several people present and patted his chest. Taking a long breath, he quickly untied the chains all over his body.

"As for this chain, we are worried that you will be too frightened in the mine and sleepwalking will hurt yourself."

"Really?" Faric's eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, but only saw sincere concern.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as if unburdened, and turned to the witcher,

"Master Oaks, without you, I'm still in fear in that iron cage. I can't repay your kindness." Falik rubbed his bruised wrist, and gave a solemn salute by hammering his right hand on his chest. .

"Are you still afraid of the giant bear coming to catch you?"

Roy asked with a half-smile,

Falik pondered for a few seconds, then shook his head in relief, his face was full of sorrow, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend, the whole person seemed to be a few years younger, "You have solved it, right, I no longer feel the threat of the giant bear. It doesn't exist anymore."

"That's good."

"It's a pity that a dozen warriors and my brother Ocala all died in the mine in order to save me... I have to go back and bury their remains..."

There was a moment of depression in the atmosphere.

The witcher thought again of the scene where he was eating with the troll.

This guy really has to be grateful to them, otherwise he would have starved to death.

Although Roy couldn't judge his past behavior, he would subconsciously stay away.

"Okay, man... You've been tormented in the mine for more than a month. Get a good rest when you get home."

Glancing at the two fathers and daughters of the Todaroqu family, the two followed the witcher out of the blacksmith shop.

Chamil sat by the wooden bed and looked after his brother.

...

The exorcism came to an end in the blacksmith shop, and the warm morning light hung on the horizon.

"Master Oaks, you rescued my brother, an important member of the Todaroqu family. You kept your promise, and it's our turn to repay. Please give us some time!"

Clough took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination and a hint of hidden reverence.

That tame process had an irreversible impact on his psychology.

"Yuna and I will pack our things and go back by boat with you right away!"

"Yeah." The blond girl nodded heavily, staring at the witcher's big eyes with twinkling stars.

Kill ice trolls and exorcise the influence of evil gods.

The young witcher easily accomplished two legendary feats.

"Since you've made up your mind," Roy grabbed it in mid-air, and added a few more contracts and a pen.

"Look carefully and sign it."

"Uh..." Clough's face froze, and he reluctantly accepted the contract.

Shouldn't it be a contract of sale?

As a result, after he browsed it once, his worries disappeared, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This agreement is a revision made by Roy based on the agreement of Druid Evelyn, and fully respects the rights of workers——

Working hours are from 9 to 6, with two days off a week, and free working meals and dormitories.

The job content is to assist the Witcher Brotherhood to develop, improve, and create weapons and equipment;

Workplace rules and regulations are fairly lenient;

Salary is 200 kroner per month for Clough, 50 kroner per month for little Yuna, and the contract period is ten years…

No one will call me a little vampire anymore, right?

"Wait... Master Oaks, are you sure about ten years?"

"Is it too long?" Roy raised his eyebrows.

"You misunderstood... For the Tuodaluoqu family, forging is a lifetime business, and it doesn't take long... But after ten years, are you not afraid of us leaving?" Yuna took a peek at the contract, her heart dropped. , with a smile on his face.

Roy also smiled brightly.

"When the time comes, the two of you still want to leave, just go."

The two father and daughter turned to look around and glanced at the bustling Codfish Town and their own blacksmith shop in the morning light, their eyes changed to firmness, and they simply signed their names!

Roy carefully accepted the contract and breathed a sigh of relief.

From now on, the Brotherhood will also have its own forging masters, and one old and one young are matched.

Take them back to Nuocheng.

The transformation of school suits, the forging of dragon scales and keels should also be put on the agenda.