The Divine Hunter

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The howling north wind swept across the wilderness among the mountains.

The thick grey-black cloak was quietly covered with hoarfrost.

The eight witchers rushed to the old fortress west of the fortress, a circular building like a colosseum.

Step in from the gate and look around the dilapidated and desolate square occupied by weeds and shrubs.

The younger generation of the wolf faction has a stunned expression.

"Escal, do you have any impressions? We were trained here when we were young..." Geralt's face softened.

"It will last for three or four years, until the trial of green grass." The scar-faced man recalled the past and glanced at the old mentor beside him, "Vesemir drove us in like chickens, training swordsmanship, from the morning It’s not yet dawn, and the sun goes down in the evening... Every time my butt and arms are swollen for a day, my back and back are sore. We even apply ointment to each other.”

Escal's tone paused, and the stiff cheeks were much harder to smile, "Geralt, I remember your butt was round and upturned, especially with tight leather pants."

"Cough, cough!"

"You guys, you should thank me," the old man touched the beard on his lips. "If it weren't for my strict training, you would have become the water ghost's meal."

"By the way, both of you are my proud disciples."

"Then me? Why didn't you bring me here to train?" Lambert raised his chin, his eyes were unwilling, and he asked sharply, "Why did I only have to jump on wooden stakes in the narrow courtyard of the castle when I was a child?"

"Vesemir, you cruelly deprived me of the joy of childhood!"

"This place is in tatters, there's nothing to see. And when you came, I was old and my energy was not as good as before. I didn't want to run so hard every day to guide you!" The old man shook his head, "Besides, isn't it enough to have Geralt and Iskar to train with you?"

"Guys, pay attention!" The bald man suddenly shouted, in the midst of shouting.

Several "old customers" showed their bodies not far away, with a strange blue light, translucent bodies that changed from reality to reality.

"There are actually demon spirits in the old fortress?" Oaks was surprised. "Your eyes are not good, and you didn't find it during training before?"

"There were no ghosts at that time.

Geralt pulled out the silver sword behind him, with a determined look on his face, "Could it be that shortly after the winter solstice, the tide of magic power has not completely faded away, and the demon spirit was resurrected from nothingness? "

Escal danced a sword flower towards the demon spirit, "I think they are outsiders. There is something binding them here... It must be related to the old buddy!"

...

Eight witchers pounced.

After more than 70 years of loneliness, the dead old fortress became lively again, the sound of swords breaking through the air, and the wailing of the heart-throbbing demon spirits were endless.

But it only lasted ten seconds.

Roy started cleaning the battlefield.

In addition to these five pieces of evil spirit dust, the materials needed to summon the evil spirit magic circle are complete.

Experience also comes to lv7 (4000/4500).

The witchers began to search the old fortress.

…

The skeleton of a third adult male was found somewhere in a corner covered in weeds and snow.

Unsurprisingly, it came from the Wolf Sect witcher Valin, the blacksmith and mentor who was contemporary with Vesemir.

The last blueprint for the steel sword and a page of Valin's mottled diary were found under his body.

Roughly depicting the scene of the last day - Warin was preparing to use this steel sword blueprint to forge a superb steel sword, but before the furnace was opened, he heard the horn of the mob attacking Kyle Morhan.

Then he joined the defense.

Defend the fortress with your siblings!

But he is dead.

The two mages could not wait for reinforcements either.

Vesemir squatted down and held up the rotten bones of his comrades with a wrapping cloth.

The two castle mages, as well as Valin, should not be exposed to the wilderness, and the graveyard of Kyle Morhan is their home.

The atmosphere was momentarily depressed.

Vesemir slumped visibly to the naked eye, and he saw the bones of three former companions in one day, and his emotions surged for a while.

The homeland was invaded by a mob, and Vesemir was the only remaining witcher.

For whatever reason, two hundred years have passed, and he has not been able to regain his former glory, but has caused the school to wither.

He couldn't resist those who sacrificed for the school.

The old man felt guilty.

Eyebrows and beards trembled slightly.

The wolf faction witchers collectively fell into a touch of sadness.

…

"Guys, there is still work to do." At this time, Roy held down the trembling pendant between his neck, "The thing that binds the demon spirit has not been found."

"There are magic fluctuations around here, and it must be not far away."

Everyone slowed down and worked around for a long time, but couldn't find anything unusual.

In the end, the experienced wolf sect master gave a possibility.

The badge vibrated, but nothing could be seen, and the witcher's senses could not give an answer.

This invisible magic fluctuation comes from the obsession of the deceased. Because of the special environment and certain unique conditions, the obsession is fixed in place.

Enduring.

They need to visualize their obsessions in some way to find clues.

Demon-breaking expert Vesemir used the wheel to inject dust to draw a circular circle full of ancient characters in the area surrounded by magic.

Wait a moment.

Two light black, translucent figures appeared in the magic circle.

Hazy and blurry, it can only be seen from the body shape that it is a bald witcher with two swords on his back, and a small boy.

The shadow flickered erratically, echoing the past. Just a sentence, but it is lifelike, as if speaking in front of you.

"Are you holding a sword or an egg beater, swing the sword with your wrist, not your elbow, do it again!"

The brief voice fell, and the image disappeared.

The dust of the magic circle also became like pitch-black charcoal, completely losing its effectiveness.

"This..." Vesemir's lips trembled, and just now he clearly saw his former classmate and friend, "Walin?!"

"You mean, this obsession came from more than two hundred years ago?" Lambert said in disbelief.

How strong is the obsession to stay in reality for hundreds of years?

"It's either Master Waring, or that… apprentice witcher."

...

Obsession is more than one place.

After a dilapidated house somewhere, everyone found a second image.

Warin still scolds the young apprentice!

"You stopped training without my permission, get up and continue, bleeding is not an excuse!

Pull off the bandage and continue to practice, I said you can heal your wounds only after you pass the test! "

…

"This guy is much stricter than Vesemir! The old man will at least let us bandage the wound." Lambert shook his head and said to himself,

"It's strange to say that decades later, I still remember the scene of Vesemir beating and scolding me."

Everyone present looked disappointed.

Both the Snake Sect and the Wolf Sect have received strict and harsh teachings from their mentors.

Although it was painful and embarrassing at the time, in retrospect, it is like yesterday, which makes them feel very kind.

"Brothers, this is the reality..." Geralt suddenly sighed, "Happiness and happiness are usually fleeting. Pain is unforgettable and unforgettable!"

…

The witchers have found a third reflection of the past on the battlements!

"The horn sound?"

The shadow that looks like Warin yells,

"Something big happened, hurry up and wait for me to come back!

I know you guys are trained with real swords, but your skills and strength are amazing! Hide behind those rocks and don't make a sound! "

...

"Have you noticed that there is only Valin's voice in obsession, this child..." Serret thought thoughtfully, "I haven't spoken from the beginning to the end, is he mute?"

"He's not dumb." The bald man's amber pupils glanced at the corner of the battlement, and a petite skeleton of a child was in sight. "He is the master of obsession, and he has kept the teacher's reprimand and teaching firmly in his heart!"

Yes, I have not forgotten it for two hundred years.

The witchers were stunned.

Their experience with the apprentice was surprisingly consistent, decades after joining the academy for training.

The people who impress the most in my mind are not lovers, friends, or enemies.

It is the mentor who gave them strict guidance in childhood!

Between the teachers and students of the witcher school, because of the mysterious law of accident, some kind of unimaginable bond developed.

beyond life and death.

beat time.

…

Geralt stepped forward and picked up the apprentice's remains, and then a fierce light flashed across the cat's pupils.

Even in the past two hundred years, you can see wounds on the bones.

And judging from all the signs, the deceased apprentice had not taken the herbal medicine at that time, and was a normal person.

But the intruder didn't show mercy to him.

"It must be this child who is haunted in the castle. His obsession has bound the demon spirit," Geralt said. "After death, he still remembers the earnest teachings of his mentor."

"I think his biggest regret is not getting Valin's approval to become a true witcher," Escal said. "Let's take him back and bury him well, and give him a mate in accordance with the tradition of the wolf hunters. The last two weapons. That way he can rest in peace and his obsession will disappear completely."

"Um."

Roy glanced at the four wolf factions.

The corners of the mouth are slightly curved.

The younger generation, especially Geralt and Escal, had not been so identified with the witcher profession.

I don't even want to pass it on.

But today, under their own deliberate guidance, they witnessed with their own eyes a devout soul who remembered the identity of a witcher until his death.

Should be touched, right?

Moreover, I got a full set of blueprints on this trip, which perfectly verified my revelation ability.

After returning, he can also use the name of revelation to try to persuade them.

…

The crowd left the old fortress with a heavy look on their faces, carrying four skeletons.

Return to Kyle Morhan.

There seemed to be a fire in his chest.

It's called sadness and anger.