God-level Demon Hunter

When the two returned to the house, Roy gradually learned through conversation that the three demon hunters of the Viper School were good at different fields.

Oakes focuses on the dagger swordsmanship of Viper School, and ranks first among the three demon hunters in terms of swordsmanship. Roy is naturally not his opponent.

Bald Reso is best at alchemy. Roy has also seen alchemy bombs, potions, sword oil, and poisons secreted by the school along the way.

Serrit is good at tracking prey, whether it is monsters or humans, it is difficult to escape his pursuit, and this guy has a wide range of knowledge, known as the encyclopedia of Viper School.In addition, he has the highest attainments in France and India.

"Little ghost, are you excited? You will open a new chapter in Sintra." Resor said, "Besides me, Oakes and Serrit will also join in and do their best to guide you. Let you become a qualified as soon as possible." witcher."

"Then the person of destiny is not found?"

"We are in charge of this in advance, you just need to accept a week of training honestly... Take a break today, starting tomorrow, I will guide you in alchemy, Oaks will be in charge of the combat part, Serrit will teach you comprehensive knowledge, about monsters, traps, And tracking, hunting."

As they said that, the three of them looked over strangely, as if they were inspecting some kind of goods and test items.

"Wait!" Roy shrank his neck. It was enough for Lei Suo to torture him alone, but three people took turns to torture him, how insane it would be!

He couldn't help but forced a smile and took out the notebook, "I haven't fully digested what you taught me, can you let me temporarily specialize in one subject?"

Lei Suo shook his head and drank a large glass of beer, "Little brat, you can only be motivated if you are oppressed. I know how deep your potential is, so don't waste your talent!"

……

I don't know who started it. The witchers drank all morning and drank a whole barrel of beer. The three dizzy men directly lay down on the dirty floor and fell asleep soundly. wake up.

"A greasy middle-aged man with a rough appearance."

Roy shook his head and sighed, only he managed to stay awake.

He doesn't like the feeling of being completely out of control after a hangover. For him, drinking until he is slightly tipsy is the most wonderful state.

It wasn't until the evening that the three demon hunters woke up one after another. Soon, Serrit brought a bag to the young demon hunter who was meditating cross-legged in the bedroom on the second floor.

"what?"

"This is my baby, please don't let me get it dirty or broken."

The witcher Serrit looked sleepily at the orange sunset in the window and yawned, obviously not recovering from his drunkenness.

"On Biology?"

Roy took the bag and took out a very old and tattered book. The book cover was turned over, and even the spine of the book was cracked several times, making it look very shabby.

He couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "What do you mean don't get dirty or broken, and if you keep breaking it, the book will be gone right away?"

Roy opened the cover carefully, turned a few pages, and soon became interested, because it mentioned many incredible creatures, such as trolls, crab spiders...with various illustrations, which Biresso once gave him The witcher notes are much more complete.

The most surprising thing is that basically every page is covered with dense notes—the experience summary of the owner of the book.

"A demon hunter is not a reckless man, he must learn to read more." Seeing Roy's obsessed look, Serrit said with relief,

"From now on, you have to memorize at least two pages every night, and I will test you the next day."

Roy's head is like garlic, and the knowledge in this book can just make up for the lack of knowledge in his training as a witcher.

"Tomorrow at five o'clock..." Serrit dropped a sentence, "Ox will give you daily swordsmanship training, then it's Lei Suo's turn to take the alchemy class, and in the evening it will be my comprehensive knowledge class."

"Roger that!"

When Serrit left, Roy lay comfortably on the bed, his mind sank into the template——

Demon Hunter Lv5 (2610/2500)

How much can the upper limit of experience value storage be?

He is not in a hurry to upgrade, and at the same time saves a "life" to guard against accidents.

Chapter 5 Special Training

The next day, Roy started a week-long "hell training" in Sintra.

Every morning at five o'clock before the sky was bright, he would wake up from his meditation and receive Oakes' sword training.

Compared with Lei Suo, the training plan formulated by this guy is simpler and rougher-that is, actual combat, a lot of actual combat!

He disdained to use the training sword,

"The training sword is a child's toy, and a real witcher can kill brothers! So, let's do it for real!" Oakes blew on the short sword and looked at Roy provocatively.

He held the sword in a strange posture, with one hand holding the dagger backwards and the other hand upright, his wrists trembled slightly, and the two swords spun back and forth between his fingers, as fast as a windmill.

Of course, he was just joking. Before the steel sword and short sword duel, the two will put on a layer of Kunn's magic shield to avoid accidental injury.

But Oaks never suppressed his own strength, and gave full play to it, showing no mercy!

"Roy, guess what? I won't accommodate you like a bald head! No one will be merciful in a life-and-death battle, even if you have a pretty face."

So far, the young witcher has started his own journey of masochism...

In the courtyard of the dilapidated house, there were two more "ping-pong-pong" figures fighting non-stop. They collided violently and then separated abruptly, accompanied by the sound of various sharp and harsh weapons clashing, as well as dazzling sparks.

Roy would lose at least a hundred battles every morning, and the battle would be over in as little as two seconds—Ox had a sword on his neck as soon as he made a move.

The longest is ten seconds, but it depends on luck—the opponent's movements are so fast that Roy's visual nerves can't keep up, so he can only predict the position of the sword purely by intuition. Can block a counterattack once.

But never unexpectedly, his counterattack can only hit the air.

The competition with Oakes was a complete beating match, the boy had no strength to fight back, and he had no chance of winning.

After the first day, his self-confidence was hit hard, and he was completely discouraged and decadent, but on the second day, he was completely numb after losing, and his emotions became no fluctuations.

On the third day, he began to understand Oakes' intentions. He kept fighting and failing. He trained not only swordsmanship, but also combat awareness, intuition to deal with crises, instinctive reactions, and tenacious personality.

Compared with pure swordsmanship, the latter items are very important to a demon hunter.

Roy gritted his teeth and persisted, but he just got used to the rhythm of being beaten. In the middle of the training, Oakes changed his tricks again.

"You can't just be beaten. I have arranged other projects for you. Have you seen the pile of equipment in the yard?"

"You mean the stakes, the spinning dummy, and the sandbags hanging from the tung tree?" Roy had an ominous premonition.

"That's right, Serrit and I have spent a month in advance and spent a lot of effort to prepare this meeting ceremony just for you!"

"Are you surprised?" Oakes grinned, showing his white teeth, and a schadenfreude smile on his lean cheeks under the hood, "Every apprentice of the Snake Sect must go through this experience, relying on them to exercise their balance and reaction speed At first, I will not get used to it and suffer a little injury, but man, more scars are attractive! In short, Roy, don't disappoint our kindness."

At this point, the rookie of the Viper School added a few more items, jumping and jumping on the twelve tall wooden stakes in the yard. At first, he often accidentally fell to the ground, almost breaking his bones, but gradually moved The more proficient, the footsteps become like a cat, landing light and silent, precise and stable.

As for the rotating dummy and the sandbags, Oakes performed the operation himself—Roy stood in the center of a pile of equipment, and kept dodging and dodging the sandbags and wooden stakes coming from all directions.

Essentially still beaten.

After being beaten, he continued to release the magic seal until there was no drop of magic power left.

After one morning, he was completely disfigured, with blood under his leather armor, his face was swollen into a pig's head, and his brain was still a little dizzy due to the exhaustion of magic power.

Oakes sat side by side with him in the yard, taking a nap looking at the gloomy sky.

"Don't laugh like you've been wronged!"

The boy forced a smile, and immediately grinned in pain.

"That's right! Roy, don't be like those two guys, keep a straight face all day!" Oakes blinked at him, "Look, the life of a witcher is so Boring, training, entrustment, deadly entrustment... We should have more sense of humor and have some fun for ourselves, or we may die suddenly one day."

"Before death, if there are no happy and happy memories, then life is a complete tragedy!"

"Yeah!" Roy agreed.

Oakes was full of smiles, happy to be recognized, "You see, although I am handsome..."

"Well, you're actually not ugly..." Roy's bloated pig head faced Oakes, looking at his simple appearance carved out of the same mold as Serritt - if he changed into plain clothes, he would be an honest farmer.

"Although I'm handsome, I'm still very humorous..." Oakes didn't seem to hear his irony, and continued to show off, "When I was young, I used my outstanding sense of humor to impress the hearts of many noble women. You know them How obsessed with me?"

"Crying and shouting to give me a baby! But we can't have children. After spending time with them happily, I had no choice but to give them back their freedom!"

In short, under Oakes' unique training and endless chatter, Roy was in pain and happiness.

He can feel that he is slowly improving every day. This is not an increase in attributes, but a fighting instinct, which can only be effective in actual combat.

……

After the fencing class, it was Lei Suo's turn to take the alchemy class every afternoon.

Before that, Roy had only two alchemy potions, calendula potion and paralyzing poison.

But after passing the grass trial, he unlocked the magic power and could try to refine the potion.

"Starting today, I will teach you three of the simplest and most commonly used potion refining methods, Swallow to restore life, Thunder to enhance muscle strength, and Pai Cui potion to increase the strength of the seal..." The bald man's amber eyes were in the boy's eyes. Sweeping his face, he tested, "Little ghost, tell me about the formulas of the three potions."

"The three potions all use dwarven spirits as the base," Roy replied without hesitation, "but the swallow needs five ounces of white quince flower and four ounces of water ghost brain..."

"Thunder... Two ounces of ghost needle straw mushrooms, one ounce of Andraeg embryo... Do we have these materials?"

"Someone happened to be selling it in the market this morning. A guy who doesn't know how to do it. I don't know what kind of luck he picked up in the wild. He sold it as a honeycomb at a low price... By the way, you can get the money for purchasing alchemy materials. Report it to me, and you can't use my private money!" The bald man said seriously, with a nervous expression on his face.

"All right……"

"Huh—go on, the recipe for Pai Cui's potion!"

"...five ounces of flea bugs and one ounce of ghost dust."

"The specific configuration method..."

"Now pay attention to my movements, I will only give you one chance, memorize the whole process, and then copy it..." The bald man said, and began to stand in front of the stove-like alchemy platform to flex his fists again, confiding every word in his mouth. key points of each step.

"The first is the Swallow Potion... Take out five ounces of sun-dried white curcuma, add it to a sand bowl, and crush it with a pestle... Remember not to crush it too much, hold the pestle with half the strength of holding a sword , Pound four hundred times... After processing, put it on a plate, put it aside and let it stand..."

"The smoked water ghost brain is ground into powder, which is about the same fine as the flour ground in the mill... Before starting this step, add half of the dwarf spirits to the iron pot as a base, and heat it up..."

Lei Suo's broad latissimus dorsi sometimes contracted and sometimes relaxed, and his muscular arms flexibly made a series of dazzling movements.

After the various herbs were mixed in the iron pot, it was heated for another round, and the liquid medicine was bottled.

Lei Suo lay cross-legged on the ground, put the potion bottle in his arms, and through physical contact, instilled magic power into the potion bottle to reconcile the nature of the medicine.

"The magic power consumed by blending the potion is only one-tenth of that of the magic seal, and it cannot be released at once. The flow of magic power in the body must be slow and delicate enough... Otherwise, not only will it not be able to stimulate the medicinal properties, but it will be completely destroyed."

After a while, under the light of the fire, the bald man lifted a bottle of emerald green long-necked bottle, and the swallow announced the completion!

……

Among the three kinds of training, alchemy is the part that Roy is most familiar with. He has been tortured twice before, and he is very familiar with the third time...

After the green grass trial, his agility attribute has been greatly improved, which in disguise has increased the flexibility of his hands and his body coordination ability.

Between weighing herbs, processing alchemy bases, and using various bottles and jars, he became more and more fluent and free.

Basically, there will be no low-level mistakes such as taking the wrong amount of medicine, not cooking enough, or overheating.

After Lei Suo practiced, Roy recovered a bottle of swallow potion after only ten failures and when his magic power was exhausted.

Although the quality of the first finished product was worrying, the effect was less than one-third of that of Lei Suo.

But compared to the past, it is already a huge improvement to endure pain for several days to achieve success.

After two days of hard work, he mastered the swallow potion proficiently, and the following potions for Thunder and Pai Cui were also in order, without any accidents in the middle.

Roy's alchemy background was slowly increasing, and he began to enjoy this feeling.

The only problem is that potion alchemy costs too much. In a week or so, the total cost of materials exceeds 80.00 crowns, and at least [-]% of it is wasted!

……

After the alchemy class and dinner, it was Serrit's general knowledge class.

At first Roy thought that this sullen man would give a lecture based on the thick tome "On Biology".

But on the contrary, Serrit taught the lectures without a script... Every time a monster was mentioned, he could always give specific and interesting examples.

It is usually a slight modification of his own experience.

"You did a good job memorizing the two pages yesterday. Let's test you again... the most obvious weakness of water ghosts and evil ghosts?"

"Water ghosts can't see far away, evil ghosts can't see clearly..." These are Roy's personal experiences, which are still fresh in his memory.

"Very good, it seems that Resor has taught you some simple basics..." Serritt said with a half-smile, "Let's get more advanced knowledge, trolls, not ice trolls or forest trolls... …Trolls are strong humanoids, bulky, armored with hard muscle, nearly invulnerable, and so powerful that they can easily tear off human arms and heads and stuff them in their asses."

"Boy, if you encounter a troll, what should you do?" Serrit's amber eyes swept over,

"Run away!" Roy blurted out. With his current strength, he really can't do anything against the troll. If he can't beat him, he can escape, right?

"Stupid! Overreacting can only make the troll feel threatened and attack!" Serrit shook his head disdainfully, "You can lift your legs up to two times, and the troll can use its special skill to throw stones and smash your bones! "

"So, dear teacher Serritt, what should I do?" Roy bowed his head humbly, with a very low attitude.

Sure enough, the other party followed suit, straightened his red hairband, and walked with his head held high, "Although trolls are good at fighting, they have a stubborn mind and a slow reaction. You have to make good use of this... If you accidentally touch it The best thing to do when you get on them is to stop, get low and cover your head with your arms, and by doing that, the troll will probably treat you like a rock and not attack."