God-level Demon Hunter

"Sneak away while it's snoozing and purring!"

"Um, are you sure this will work?" Roy expressed doubts, "Wouldn't they break your limbs and throw them into a big iron pot to stew them into broth?"

"Of course, I tried it myself. It was an unforgettable experience. I, just left the great Gerth Vader..." Serrit said with emotion, "Once I was injured when I was dealing with ghouls in the countryside. On the way, I happened to meet a troll by the wooden bridge."

"I disguised myself as a stone and hid it. Later, I tricked it three times in the same position and with the same posture. I was also curious at the time, how could there be such a stupid humanoid creature in the world?"

"The fifth time I couldn't hold it back, I raised my hands and slowly walked over to chat with it..."

"You communicated with a troll?"

"That's right, trolls can also spit out human words, but their intelligence is limited and they have a bad temper. To sum it up, it's just plain stupid."

Serrit emphasized, "If you want to communicate with them, you must know the art of speaking, and you must be quick-witted and courageous enough! You must not show the slightest nervousness, otherwise they will think you want to sneak across the bridge and take you Beat it into meatloaf."

"Then what did you chat with the troll?" Roy asked in a daze,

"It gave me a detailed introduction to the steps of building bridges in the countryside and cooking cave mushrooms, and I taught him how to count with his fingers," Serrit said. "Trolls usually only count to five, And I taught it to count to ten on its fingers."

"It was so happy at the time, I promise, if I just send out an invitation, I can get a friend and subordinate, goon, or bodyguard. Trolls don't understand the concept of betrayal at all, so their loyalty is beyond doubt."

"Unfortunately, I really can't find a place to put that behemoth, and its appetite is too big, I can't afford it."

Roy swallowed his saliva. Wouldn't it be easier to convince a troll than to domesticate it by force, "Then how did you get in touch with the bridge guard troll?"

"About this point, I wrote an article "How to Coax a Simple Troll with Speech Skills", which explains the whole process in detail. Are you interested in listening to it?"

"Of course, I'd love to!"

……

After popularizing the various strange behaviors of trolls, the sky darkened.Serrit took Roy away from the gate of Cintra in a sneaky way and entered the wild.

Scouting, tracking, and hunting are also areas of his teaching.

Because witchers often live in the wild, some survival and hunting skills are very important.Roy had already received Lesso's guidance on this point, but Serrit taught it more carefully... A few words hit the point.

At first, there were several methods of making traps: catching river fish, catching birds, rabbits, groundhogs and other small animals.It is made of ready-made materials in the wild, such as vines, branches, and fallen leaves.Set traps every night, and if you're lucky the next day, you can get something.

Then demonstrate how to use the witcher's senses to select targets and track larger prey based on urine, footprints, hair, and feathers found in the wild, and hunt.

Finally, the prey is captured, the fur is removed, the skin is removed, and the internal organs are brushed with spices to make a delicious barbecue.

"Boy, when we act together in the future, you will prepare the food... so practice your barbecue skills." Serrit said with a sense of peace of mind while gnawing his mouth full of oil.

"What?"

"This is the tradition of the Snake Sect, the youngest is responsible for chores!"

……

Among the three courses, the comprehensive knowledge taught by Serritt is Roy's favorite. It is not only interesting, but also can hone crossbow shooting skills and earn a little experience. It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

He was about to fall in love with the gloomy Serrit, if it was a woman.

Chapter 6 Griffons in the Bazaar

The first ray of sunlight fell in the morning, and the young witcher's sweaty face was covered with a shiny film.

The week of fully enclosed training is over, and it is already June 1261, 6, the morning of the summer solstice.

The three demon hunters showed mercy and gave Roy a day to rest, followed Oakes to the market square in the center of the city for food, and inquired about the man of destiny by the way.

Roy had been to Edsberg, Mahakam, Ireland, Vizima, and the crowded and noisy market square in Sintra was equally astonishing.

It faces Skellige in the west across the sea, and the sea transportation is prosperous. It crosses the Yaruga River in the north and is adjacent to Brug and Soden, the dependent countries of Temeria, with frequent trade exchanges.

Merchants and peddlers from the north and west easily clogged up the entire market square to the point of impenetrability.

The witcher Oakes bravely squeezed into the crowd with him, and then a strong smell of sweat, body odor, feet, poultry, and livestock's feces and urine came to his face, and Roy couldn't help being dizzy for a while. "Are you mistaken? It smells worse than the mouth of a wicked ghost!"

"I'll get used to it after a few more visits."

There was also the sound of flutes and lutes coming from nowhere in the market, and there were obviously bards and musicians performing in the open air here.Even more exaggerated, an unscrupulous trumpet player is blowing the horn without rhythm.

With such a mess of voices rushing into the eardrums, Roy felt like his brain was about to explode.

"Huh—what a disaster!"

He patiently burrowed through the crowd for a while, and unexpectedly saw some novel things—a few halflings, surrounded by a crowd of people, performed a live performance of making gorgeous wine bags from buffalo leather; two elves set up a stall, Sell ​​some unique dolls;

He finally saw other non-human races besides dwarves and elves-halflings looked smaller than dwarves, only less than four feet tall (1.2 meters), slightly handsomer than dwarves, but still bigger than humans Nose and big eyes.In addition, they do not have the well-developed beards of dwarves, only the hair on their chests and legs is extremely thick.

After a few observations, Roy found that the halfling's physique and strength attributes were even less than 4, obviously weaker than ordinary people, but possessed a special racial talent - skillful hands (passive solidification): halflings are naturally smaller than humans and dwarves , but his accuracy in shooting and throwing stones is astonishing, and he has a talent far exceeding the former two.Dexterity +1, Perception +2.

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After watching all this stop and go, the dizzying horn performance also stopped. Roy estimated that the player had been killed.

"It smells delicious, what is it?"

"Roasted sweet potatoes?" Oakes touched the money in his pocket, "One?"

"Come on two, one for each of us."

"I only eat meat." Oakes gritted his white teeth and showed a gentle smile.

"Ah...you have a really good appetite."

Roy still spent a few bucks to buy a roasted sweet potato, and put it all in his stomach. The unique fragrance surprised him a little, but this little thing couldn't feed a hungry witcher.

There were countless stalls in the square, and he ate a piece of toast and a piece of smoked fathead fish respectively, and the glutton in his stomach finally stopped howling.

When he was full of wine and food, he should do something serious, and Oakes began to tell him some tricks.

"We think that the Man of Destiny hunted by the Wild Hunt should have some of the same characteristics as the Unexpected Son in the witcher's conception." Oakes glanced lazily across the crowd, flashing light from time to time.

"They must have something different from ordinary people. Keep your eyes open and observe with your heart."

"Ox, why do I feel like you didn't say what you said? We don't even know what the purpose of Wild Hunt is to catch people, so how do we find out?"

"Be patient, kid," Oakes was still looking around, "I didn't tell you yesterday that the little girl captured and released by the Wild Hunt has talent, do you understand?"

"You mean, the talent of a wizard?"

"That's right, even though the child is still young, she has already accumulated weak magic power in her body, and she doesn't know how to control it, so it caused the resonance of the viper pendant."

"Okay." Knowing the ultimate goal, Roy had to pretend to accompany the demon hunters.

"You have to pay attention, not all talented girls can cause the resonance of the talisman. Some girls with facial or limb defects, and weird behaviors may also be targets."

Roy understood that this kind of girl was the embryonic form of most sorceresses, just like Casca.

The Market Square, the most frequented place in Sintra, became the first stop of their search.

Moving on, they saw a strange semi-circular enclosure, with six long wooden poles supporting several pieces of canvas as "enclosures", and there was an entrance between two of the wooden poles.

A tall, pockmarked man in a jacket, striped trousers, and sailor boots stood there, and a small group of people circled around him, some throwing a few coins into the man's hand before disappearing behind the canvas.

The horse-faced man threw the coins into a big bag and yelled in a hoarse voice,

"Look, look, the most terrifying creation of the gods! The only basilisk in the world, a poison-spitting monster from the Zerikhan Desert! You can enter and see it for just 1 crown!"

"Petrified lizard?" Roy wondered how stupid it was to transport such a dangerous creature to a crowded market.

But this aroused his interest, what if it was true!

Fearing no magical creature to try out the power of domestication - a basilisk trapped in a cage would be an excellent subject for experimentation!

"Exactly, I haven't seen such a thing." The basilisk is a dangerous and deadly foe for any witcher.

"Go and see?"

"I'm going to have some fun and search for targets along the way..." Oakes shook his head, "You can play for a while, but you can't miss the training tomorrow morning!"

"rest assured!"

The two split up, and after Roy dropped a crown, he entered the interior of the canvas paddock.

In the center of the paddock is a stage made of wooden boards, and everyone circles around the stage, staring closely at a wooden cage on the stage, which is tightly covered with blankets.

When the last few spectators entered, the horse-faced man jumped onto the stage and lifted the blanket with a long pole. Suddenly, the stench of animal body came over his face.

A group of spectators grumbled and took a few steps back.

Only the witcher stared at the cage with interest and unwavering interest.

"Men in the audience, stand back, it is very dangerous!"

In the small cage lay a black beast the size of a calf—covered with grotesque black feathers, its body curled into a ball.

The horse-faced man knocked on the cage with a wooden pole, and the animal writhed. Its skin and claws touched the wooden bars of the cage. It stretched its neck and let out an ugly cry. Its long, pointed beak protruded from the cage. A fat and scarlet tongue sticks out between opening and closing.

At a glance, the demon hunter can confirm that this thing is definitely not a petrified lizard!

Roy stared at it, his eyes became deep,

Griffin

gender: female

Age: 3 months

Health: 70 (injured, weak)

Attributes:

Power: 6

Agility: 7

Constitution: 7

Perception: 7

Will: 6

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

skill:

Hybrid Beast (Passive Solidification): The Griffin possesses the advantages of both an eagle and a lion, its digestion and recovery abilities are enhanced, its natural agility +2, strength +2, constitution +2.

Predator (passive solidification): Griffon is one of the most brilliant predators in the animal kingdom. Its claws and long beak have a special structure, and the wounds it causes will bleed continuously. It can see farther than other animals and has a sharper sense of smell. , Innate Perception +2.

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"As expected of a Griffon, it's only three months old, and its basic attributes surpass that of an adult." Roy was secretly happy, and the trip to the market was indeed not in vain.

What makes him regret is that, as a symbol of courage, loyalty and fighting spirit, even if the Griffon is only three months old, its will is more than 6, and his will of 9.5, even if it is immediately upgraded, it will not reach 12, and it is impossible to forcibly domesticate this griffin. thing.

But he will not miss the opportunity in front of him, he has to find a way to win it.

"Look, everyone! The monster comes from the hot and dry desert and can spit poisonous saliva. So don't go near the cage!"

Seeing the solemnity of the crowd, the horse-faced man didn't dare to breathe. He nodded in satisfaction and continued to preach, "It's called a petrified lizard. It has the sharpest teeth and sharp mouth in the world. It can kill ten lions with one head."

"Then how did you catch it?" Someone asked in a low voice, and the horse-faced man immediately replied with a straight face, "This is a unique secret recipe, and it's only for sale, not for free."

Roy standing below interrupted him on purpose, "That's not a petrified lizard! There are no animals with such a dark body color in the hot desert."

"Shut up! Boy!" The angry horse-faced man almost poked Roy's face with the wooden pole, "How dare you deny the results of a warrior?"

"If it's not a petrified lizard..." The horse-faced man turned to dozens of spectators, "Then tell everyone, what exactly is it?"

"Griffin..." Roan said, "A griffin born less than four months old, weak, hungry, and with a broken wing, is called Griffin in the ancient language."

"Are you blind when you are an audience? How can there be black griffins?!" The horse-faced man was still retorting stubbornly.

"I guess you painted it black, just give it a bath and it'll show itself!"

The faces of the surrounding audience became suspicious. The word ancient language is too lethal, making them feel that the witcher has become unfathomable.

And a trace of panic flashed in the man's eyes, "You brat, keep your mouth shut, or I..."

"What are you going to do?" A girl with a long apricot yellow dress and a pretty face came out of the crowd. Her clothes were worth a lot of money at first glance, and her status was naturally extraordinary.

"Are you a guilty conscience? Why don't you let him continue talking?"

"This..." The horse face glanced at the girl hesitantly, and then glared at the witcher viciously, "Come on, come here, dare you touch it, I guarantee it will spit out poisonous saliva, which will make you hurt." Gotta cry!"

"no problem!"

Roy readily agreed, jumped onto the stage as lightly as a civet cat, and walked towards the cage amidst the whispers of the audience.