The Divine Hunter

night.

A room in the city of Mayena.

The bright moonlight penetrating the window cast a figure cross-legged on the bed.

The bizarre world of meditation.

The witcher's soul was crawling on the ground, its head, neck, chest, abdomen, thighs, squirming one after another, like a buffalo that had just climbed to the ground from a pond, shaking off the mud from its fur.

Pieces of delicate and tough pitch-black scales drilled out of the skin with his movements, covering the whole body.

Blinks are multiplied.

The limbs are deformed, the muscles bulge high, the nails with sharp hooks emerge from the ends of the toes, and the arms are torn by invisible forces, squeezing out two pairs of deformed bone packages, swelling, splitting, and extending a pair of dark wings .

Such a huge movement.

The witcher's face was calm.

In terms of soul sublimation, he already has a wealth of experience.

The outline of the face protrudes forward to form a long dragon's head, a pair of barbs emerge from the chin, and a pair of horns curved backwards protrude from both sides of the forehead.

Soon, the witcher's soul was completely transformed into the form of the dragon Alduin - shaped like a mountain, covered with tough scales and thorns as black as night, the two obtuse angles on the long and narrow skull curved back, and the thick jaw grinned. Kai showed sharp and interlaced teeth, and his pupils were as cold as frost, but they shone with scarlet rays of light.

"Fos!"

The dragon's roar shatters the silence of the meditative world.

through the dark night sky.

At this moment, the colorful element particles seemed to smell the fishy cat, gathered around him, rushed in frantically, and quickly replenished their magic and physical energy.

Not far away, the four light groups coiling in the sky seemed to be pulled closer to him by an invisible big hand.

The chaotic energy has like four dazzling halos, revolving around the element plane, reciprocating.

The demon hunter felt a sense of it. At this moment, as long as he wanted to, he could enter the four elemental planes in the form of dragon souls and see the four legendary world spirits.

But he did not act rashly.

"Lucky" gave him a strong warning, so he planned to accumulate a full level of experience and reserve a full recovery before leaving.

It is worth mentioning that,

Since killing the dragon Mirmenir in Skyrim.

Roy observed the complete skeleton of the giant dragon in detail, absorbed a large amount of dragon blood, obtained the blessing of dragon blood, and devoured one-third of the dragon's soul.

To a certain extent, he has already captured the characteristics of the dragon, and the process of sublimating his own soul into a dragon soul has become unusually fast.

After returning to the world of the witcher, in addition to practicing the magic seal every night, sublimating the soul has also become Roy's regular project, and he has persisted for more than half a month now.

He has confirmed that... the process of sublimating the soul into a dragon soul is an extremely effective exercise method that can slowly increase the strength of the soul.

After this period of training, the cooldown of Dragon Roar, Unrelenting Power and Strength has been reduced by a few seconds from 21 minutes.

The gains don't stop there.

The Dharma Seal, which is practiced frantically and hard every day in the meditative world, has also progressed.

Witcher Seal lv3→lv4.

In addition, after a long accumulation of actual combat, the swordsmanship and crossbow shooting that had been stagnant for a long time finally achieved a breakthrough——

Longsword Specialization lv2→lv3: You have mastered the basic skills of longsword swordsmanship. When using weapons such as longswords and half-handed swords, strength, agility, and physical attributes will be increased by 10%→15%, making You parry, block, evade, and attack with greater speed and precision in close combat.

You can actively activate this ability, the bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds. )

This basic ability is combined with the protection of the soul characteristic, and the improved melee attribute has reached 25%.

...

Crossbow Specialization lv2→lv3 (After thousands of shots, you have further mastered the use of long-range weapons, hand crossbow and crossbow, when you use similar weapons, the shooting accuracy, effective range, power and penetration are all Will get a 10%→15% bonus.

You can actively activate this ability, the shooting bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and your own movement speed is halved, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds. )

...

Meditation is undoubtedly a treasured skill.

Around it, Roy has other ideas.

When he was in the Skyrim Province, he transformed into a dragon soul in the meditation world, and was able to go to the underground far away from the light world to explore, so he felt the legendary earth bone, and glimpsed the scene of the Holy Spirit's creation from the earth bone—— Master the way of dragon roar smoothly.

He was curious.

In the world of the witcher, far away from the four elemental planes to explore underground, can you find an existence similar to the bones of the earth, such as the traces of the creator of the witcher world?

It is a pity that his many attempts have ended in failure. No matter whether he is in the form of a dragon soul or a witcher, he cannot sink into the ground. A natural invisible barrier keeps him out.

He pondered--

The Light Realm in Skyrim corresponds to the four elemental planes of the Witcher world, providing magic power to the world at all times.

The bones of Skyrim correspond to the untouched core and crust of the Witcher world.

Therefore, he had to find an ancient creature corresponding to the giant dragon and sublime his soul to "it" in order to successfully enter the center of the world of witchers.

What should "it" be?

Roy's first feeling was the world spirit that existed from ancient times and manipulated elements.

When he has the opportunity to come into contact with Dijing, Fire Giant, Water Fairy, or Earth Spirit, observe their morphological characteristics, enslave or even kill one.

He will try to sublimate the soul to the world spirit.

Take this opportunity to discover the secrets of the Witcher world.

...

"call…"

White light filtered through the wooden fence window.

A faint smile appeared on Roy's face after finishing a night of meditation practice.

He enjoys the fullness of this slowly increasing strength.

He picked up Arrondette by his knees, rubbed it carefully and gently, and a silver bell-like smile rang out in his ears.

The sword belt was wrapped around the back.

At the end of the bed, the two little guys huddled together and slept soundly, like a hairball that kept shrinking and expanding.

Golphin turned into a slap-sized rat monkey, riding on Xiao Hei's neck, wrapped around him like an octopus, burying his head in the black dog's mane, using it as a warm quilt.

Ever since Xiao Hei joined this big family, he has been bullied by Golphin every day. As a top predator, even if he is in a cute state, the overflowing momentum can still easily overwhelm this little puppy.

With more bullying by Xiao Hei, Goerfen would share a sense of joy with the master every day.

Swah——

Stuffing the two little beasts into the hood, Roy glanced at the floor in the room, and the time pointed to eight o'clock.

He strode out of the inn and headed to the refugee camp. Today is the day the Druid visits.

The important witness was that Mato was persuaded to cooperate with him, and a rough plan was formed in his mind.

Just a druid who speaks seriously!

...

In the morning scene, there was a harmonious scene in the west of the refugee camp, which used to be noisy, noisy, and exploded like a powder keg.

Refugees behave uncharacteristically.

Dozens of people lined up quietly, some with bandages on their arms and heads, coughing non-stop, clutching their chests and wailing...

"Boy, are you new here?" The old lame man sitting on the low stool next to the team threw a mess of mud, and in the middle was a young man clutching his stomach and trying to cut in the queue.

"Do you understand the rules, get behind me and stand in line for me! Don't be wild here!"

Being reprimanded by a lame old man, the young man obviously couldn't bear his face, and he scolded viciously in a low voice, refusing to move his feet.

Then, five men came out of the team at once and surrounded him.

Eyes flashing dangerous light, ready to warn,

"On the doctor's site, only critically ill patients are eligible to jump in the queue! Your injury is still a long way off, how about we help you?"

The young man shrank his neck, instantly softened, and retreated to the end of the line without saying a word.

It's just a trivial blip.

There are old cripple and refugees spontaneously maintaining law and order, and the procession becomes orderly.

From time to time the patients looked to the end of the hill with hope in their eyes.

An old white tent sat there, glowing with life.

The witcher watched for a moment, then walked to the end of the line and lined up honestly.

Probably the doctors in the tent were very skilled, and everyone suffered from minor injuries. The queue speed was not slow. An hour later, Roy walked to the tent.

When passing by the old cripple, the guy winked at him.

"Goodbye, Doctor, Eugenie, Sabria, Ms. Patri, thank you! May Rebioda bless you!"

A young man with a cane and a white bandage wrapped around his left calf walked out of the tent and waved his hand gratefully behind him.

The witcher's eyes narrowed, and he actually had a bow on his bandage, and he didn't know which genius did it.

He lowered his head and got into the triangular opening of the tent, and the woman's voice rang out.

"Newbie!"

"Ma'am, whatever you tell me."

"Bring me a No. 1 scalpel, don't forget to sterilize it, it will be used later!"

"Okay, ma'am!"

The air was filled with the smell of flesh and blood, the smell of alcohol, and the aroma of strong herbal plants - Roy moved his nose, mint, mandala root, button heart grass...

He saw an operating table as white as snow, and a bucket under the table was filled with foul-smelling biological waste.

A pile of surgical equipment, made of steel, spotless.

Next to it is a heating furnace, bandages, and supports.

A female doctor and three female assistants from the refugee camp are busy around the equipment.

The blond widow Yunig's movements were obviously jerky, and the tip of her nose was sweating with anxiety, while the other two women were more experienced and more efficient.

As for the female doctor, she was tall and wore a neutral green robe, which was completely different from the druids covered in animal fur or plant decorations in Roy's memory.

The hair color is red with orange like cinnabar, the face is thin, fair and delicate, the nose is small, the chin is slender, the big green eyes are wise and calm, like a quiet forest.

Her face was exquisite, her skin was delicate and tender, but her facial features gave Roy a sense of familiarity.

Similar to the guy with white hair who was locked up in the prison.

Roy watched her eyes become deep,

Visenna

Age: 240

Gender: Female

Occupation: Druid, Warlock, Physician

Life: 140

Mana: 220

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Agility: 13

Constitution: 14

Perception: 13

Will: 10

Charisma: 18

Spirit: 22

Skill:

Law Source (Passive)

Breath of All Things LV8: Druids communicate with animals and plants on a psychic level with their extraordinary senses - to appease restless beasts and plants, promote their healthy growth, or guide them to attack.

Exorcism lv4: Consume medium magic power, let the power of nature shelter the target, temporarily strengthen its body, and make other weak diseases, such as cough, fever, cold, heal automatically.

Sky Controller lv8, Wild Incarnation LV4, Rejuvenation LV10, Alchemy lv10, Meditation lv9, Stick Weapon Specialization lv8, Bow Specialization lv10, Fireball lv8, Fire Storm lv5, Portal lv8...

...

is her!

Roy was shocked and clenched his fists quietly.

Geralt's mother is indeed in the Druid Ring next to Mayena!

The woman felt the gaze, turned around, her eyes stopped on him for about two seconds, and she was keenly aware of the chaotic energy fluctuating in him.

Plus a slender body.

Can't go wrong.

Her pupils locked for a moment, and the intense light flashed away, quickly returning to calm.

"Witcher, you look healthy."

Her voice was clear and sweet, but her tone was cold and repulsive.

"Why are you still blocking the door when you're not sick?" The woman packed up the surgical tools herself, "You should go, call the next patient in, don't waste your time."

"Mr. Oaks, we meet again!" At this moment, Yunig's crisp voice rang out. He put down the bandage and scalpel in his hand, took off his gloves, wiped his hands on the back of his apron, and walked over sooner or later. Freed the witcher.

"You know him?"

"Ma'am, he is the one I mentioned to you!" Yunig took no trouble, and told the witcher's noble deeds again.

The blond hair tucked behind his ears, and his bright eyes kept sweeping to the witcher to convey gratitude.

He explained it again and again, he came to work in the tent to earn some money, and the children were temporarily taken care of by fellow villagers.

After Visenna heard this, her gaze softened at the witcher.

"Since Your Excellency Oaks is willing to lend a helping hand to a group of penniless women, then I'll give you a chance. Come on, what are you doing? I don't remember posting any commissions on the bulletin board."

The woman put down the emerald potion in her hand, Roy felt the emblem in his chest trembling slightly, and the potion had applied magic.

"Ms. Visenna, this is pure misunderstanding, witchers are not only entrusted, just as druids are not light on beasts and oaks!"

The tent suddenly became audible, and it was silent for a full five seconds.

"Witcher, did I tell you your name?" Her voice turned cold, her eyes full of scrutiny.

Under the green robe, a strong magical aura appeared.

The other two women looked surprised.

They assisted the female doctor for several months without knowing her real name.

How could this sudden man know?

The corners of Roy's mouth are slightly curved. This is what he wants.

"It's a coincidence that you look like a good friend of mine in five or six points, and he happened to mention his mother's name. I just tried it, and it looks like I guessed right."

Witcher?

Mother?

The woman's expression was stunned, and then her pale eyebrows were wrinkled, and her face changed greatly.

Roy's words seemed to stimulate her greatly.

Several people in the tent noticed that her red hair draped over her shoulders trembled slightly, her face was distressingly pale, and she was so nervous that even her lips began to tremble.

"Your friend... What's the name?" The crisp voice became hoarse and weak, and this question seemed to drain her strength.

Roy smiled respectfully at the female doctor and said,

"He's from Kyle Morhan, he's under the tutelage of Vesemir, the great master of the Wolf Sect, and he's called Geralt of Rivia! I want to confirm one thing - do you remember him?"