The Divine Hunter

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

A week of fully enclosed training ended. It was already June 21, 1261, the morning of the summer solstice.

The three witchers showed mercy, gave Roy a day off, followed Oaks to the market square in the center of the city for food, and by the way inquired about the disappearance of the person of destiny.

Roy has been to Edsberg, Mahakam, Elland, Vizima, and the crowded and noisy Sintra Market Square is equally astonishing.

It faces Skelliger in the west across the sea, and the shipping is prosperous. In the north, it crosses the Yaruga River and is adjacent to Temeria's tributaries Brugg and Soden, and trade exchanges are frequent.

Merchants and hawkers from the north and west could easily block the entire market square to a near-watery state.

The witcher Oaks took him bravely into the crowd, and then there was a strong smell of sweat, body odor, feet, and the feces and urine of poultry and livestock, and Roy couldn't help but feel dizzy. "Did you make a mistake, it smells worse than a ghost's mouth!"

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

There were also flutes and lutes coming from somewhere in the market place, and there were apparently bards and musicians performing in the open air. Even more exaggerated, an unscrupulous trumpeter was blowing the horn without any rhythm.

With such a mess of sounds rushing into the eardrum, Roy felt that his brain was about to explode.

"Whoo—what a disaster!"

He patiently dipped through the crowd for a while, but he didn't expect to see some novel things again - a few halflings were surrounded by a group of people, performing live performances 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 other than dwarves and elves-halflings looked smaller than dwarves, only less than four inches (1.2 meters), slightly more handsome than dwarves, but still larger than humans Nose and big eyes. In addition, they do not have the dwarf-like beards, only the chest hair and leg hair are extremely thick.

After a few observations, Roy found that the halfling's physique and strength attributes were even less than 4, which was obviously weaker than ordinary people, but had a special racial talent - skillful hands (passive curing): Halflings are naturally smaller than humans and dwarves , but it has amazing accuracy in shooting and throwing stones, and has a talent far beyond the first two. Agility +1, Perception +2.

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Stop and go after watching it all,

The dizzying horn playing also stopped, and Roy reckoned that the player had been killed.

"It smells good, what is it?"

"Roasted sweet potatoes?" Oaks touched the money in his pocket. "One?"

"Come on two, let's each one."

"I only eat meat." Oaks grinned, showing a gentle smile.

"Uh...you have such a good appetite."

Roy still spent a few pennies on a roasted sweet potato, which he ate in his stomach. The unique fragrance surprised him a little, but this thing could not feed a hungry witcher.

There were countless stalls in the square, and he ate a piece of toast, a piece of smoked fat head fish, and the greedy worm in his stomach finally stopped howling.

When you're full, it's time to do something serious, and Oakes begins to tell him some tricks.

"We think that the man of destiny pursued by the Wild Hunt, and the accidental son of the witcher's concept, should have some of the same characteristics." Oakes's lazy eyes passed the crowd, and there was a flash of light from time to time.

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

"Ox, why do I feel like you didn't say anything? We don't even know what the purpose of Wild Hunt's arrest is, how can we find out?"

"Be patient, boy," Oakes was still looking around. "I didn't tell you yesterday that the little girl who was caught and released by the Wild Hunt has talent, you know?"

"You mean, a wizard's talent?"

"That's right, although the child is still young, she has accumulated a 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," Roy, who knew the ultimate goal, had to pretend to accompany the witchers.

"You have to be aware that not all talented girls can resonate with the talisman. Some girls with facial or physical defects and strange behaviors may also be targets."

Roy knew that this kind of girl is the prototype of most sorceresses, just like Casca.

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

Moving on, they saw an odd semi-circular enclosure, with six long wooden poles propping up several pieces of canvas to act as "walls", and there was an entrance between the two wooden poles.

A tall, pimple-faced man in a crop top, striped trousers, and sailor boots stood in the way, and a small crowd circled around him, some throwing coins into the men's hands, then disappearing behind the canvas.

The horse-faced man threw the coins into a large pocket and shouted in a hoarse voice,

"Look, look, the most terrifying creation of the gods! The only petrified lizard in the world, a poison-spraying monster from the Zerekan Desert! Just 1 crown can go in and watch!"

"Petrified lizards?" Roy wondered how stupid it would be to transport this dangerous creature to a crowded market.

But this piqued his interest, in case it was true!

Zhengchou has no magical creatures to try the power of domestication - if there is a petrified lizard trapped in a cage, it is a perfect test subject!

"Exactly, I haven't seen this thing." The petrified lizard is a dangerous and deadly foe to any witcher.

"Go and see?"

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

"rest assured!"

The two acted separately, and Roy dropped a crown and entered the interior of the canvas paddock.

In the center of the paddock was a stage made of wooden boards, and the crowd circled around the stage, staring closely at a wooden cage on the stage, which was tightly covered with a blanket.

When the last few spectators entered, the horse-faced man jumped onto the stage and used a long pole to lift the blanket. In an instant, a stench of animal body wafted over him.

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

Only the witcher was staring at the cage with interest and steadfastness.

"Audience gentlemen, stand back, it's very dangerous!"

In the cramped cage lay a black beast the size of a calf—covered in bizarre black feathers and shrunk into a ball.

The horse-faced man tapped the cage with a wooden pole, the animal twisted, its skin and claws touched the wooden bars of the cage, it stretched its neck and made an unpleasant cry, and its long pointed beak stuck out of the cage, A thick scarlet tongue slid out between the opening and closing.

At a glance, the witcher 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 (wounded, weak)

Attributes:

Strength: 6

Agility: 7

Constitution: 7

Perception: 7

Will: 6

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 5

Skill:

Hybrid beast (passive curing): Griffin has the advantages of both eagle and lion, and the digestion ability and recovery ability are enhanced, natural agility +2, strength +2, constitution +2.

Predator (passive curing): Griffin is one of the most intelligent predators in the animal kingdom. Its claws and long beaks have a special structure, and the wounds caused by it will bleed continuously. It can see farther than other animals and has a sharper sense of smell. , Natural Perception +2.

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"As expected of a griffin, he is only three months old, and his basic attributes surpass that of an adult." Roy was secretly delighted, this market really didn't come in vain.

What makes him regret is that the griffin, as a symbol of courage, loyalty and fighting spirit, even if he is only three months old, his will exceeds 6, and his 9.5 will, even if he immediately upgrades the level, it will not reach 12, and he cannot be forced to domesticate this. thing.

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

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

Seeing the seriousness 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. The beast with the sharpest teeth and sharpest mouth in the world can kill ten lions with one head."

"Then how did you catch it?" Someone whispered below, and the horse-faced man immediately replied with a straight face, "This is a unique secret recipe, only sold but not given."

Roy standing below deliberately interrupted him, "That's not a petrified lizard! There is no animal with such a dark body in the hot desert."

"Shut up! Boy!" The wooden pole in the hand of the angry horse-faced man almost stabbed Roy in the face, "How dare you deny the victory 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..." Luo Yan said, "A griffin that was born less than four months old, weak, hungry, and injured one of its wings. It is called Griffin in the ancient language."

"Are you blind as an audience gentleman? Where is the black griffin?!" The horse-faced man was still stubbornly retorting.

"I guess you painted it black with paint, and just give it a bath and it will show itself!"

The faces of the surrounding audience were suspicious, and the word ancient was too deadly, making them feel that the witcher had become unfathomable.

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

"What are you going to do?" A girl with an apricot-yellow dress and a delicate face walked out of the crowd. Her clothes were very valuable at first glance, and her natural identity was extraordinary.

"You have a guilty conscience? Why don't you let him continue?"

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

"no problem!"

Roy responded happily, jumped onto the stage as lightly as a civet cat, and walked towards the cage amid the audience's whispers.

And the little gryphon smelled the breath of the stranger, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he roared and struggled in the cage angrily. But the latter still didn't change his face, he not only got closer to the cage, but also stretched out a hand and touched the hairy head of the griffin like lightning.

"See?" Roy teased the griffin as if he was teasing a dog.

"Can it spray poison? Am I dead?"

"How courageous, is he a beast tamer?!" The girl in the yellow skirt who was speaking for the witcher just now, with a gleam in her bright eyes, muttered to herself, "Now, when I go back, I can talk to the princess again. Your Highness is blowing!"

"Did the so-called poisonous monster poison me?" Roy turned to the horse-faced man and mocked. The man's mouth seemed to be sewn with needles, and he couldn't say a word.

"Look behind!"

"The monster is coming out!"

With a sudden burst of exclamations, the angry little griffin bent the wooden slats, and the rusty nails were pushed out by it. The horse-faced man turned around and ran with a strange cry.

There was a commotion in the crowd farther away, but the next second, "crackling", the wooden slats were completely broken, and the griffin's hairy head was laboriously burrowed out of the cage.

Then, before they even had time to exclaim, everyone was stunned to see the witcher put his hand on its head,

shock -

In an instant, the dark eyes of the monster that escaped from the cage reflected a terrifying image with countless blood-red tentacles emerging from its back. Its furious roar suddenly stopped, and its body was crawling on the ground without moving.

The witcher's will surpassed 9, and it erupted with unimaginable power. Even if the deterrent effect was over, it still lay on the ground honestly.

Even Roy didn't expect this.

The horse-faced man who escaped halfway looked shocked!

"Damn it, how did this beast become so honest?" Griffin, even when he was young, was arrogant and untamable. What did this kid do?

Only then did the people below react, and they couldn't close their mouths for a long time.

"Dark gold's vertical pupil, this dress, he is a witcher..." The yellow skirt girl's eyes were bright, and she could not wait to rush back to the palace after seeing the identity of the other party.

The little princess has always been curious about witchers.

Roy stroked the mane between the necks of the little griffin with his left hand and touched its shivering warm body, very much like touching a big rooster.

"Your cage is not strong enough!"

"Uh..." The horse-faced man blushed in embarrassment, "You... can you help me send it back?"

"It can be ... but it is a commission."

"Entrust?" The horse-faced man's heart moved, and he looked at the other party seriously again, "You... Are you a witcher?"

"Roy the Viper School Demon Hunter."

The horse-faced man's expression became very surprised, and he forgot his own gryphon in an instant, "Master Roy, please forgive Galar's previous offense..." He bowed, "I don't know if you still On commission? I don't mean caged griffins."

"A more important commission."

"In this case?"

"Everyone... I'm sorry," Galar turned to face the crowd, "This is the end of today's performance! To compensate, tomorrow will be a free performance!"

"Cut!" the crowd shouted reluctantly, but soon dispersed.

Roy sensed the other party's determination, and took advantage of the situation to put forward a price, "I feel that I have a good relationship with this little guy. Are you willing to sell it?"

"This……"

Hearing this, Galar looked embarrassed. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you help me solve that trouble, this rebellious little gryphon will send it to you!"

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