The Divine Hunter

Prompted by intuition, Roy exchanged a spell book with a mysterious luster from the court mage. Although he could not read the words in it, he could observe it.

Spellbook - Summon Familiar

It records the experience and insights of the Winterhold Mage Farenga in learning this spell. After using it, if he has the talent for spells, he will learn this spell.

This is the cheapest one among the primary spell books of the major factions displayed by Farengar.

"Brother Golden Eyes, are you willing to exchange one hundred gold coins for such a book?" Frien shook his head regretfully, as if he was the one who spent the money.

Farenga Secret Fire rubbed the blood gem and said, "I declare in advance that those who lack spellcasting talent will still be insulated from spells if they use spellbooks. Besides, if you are interested in spells, you might as well go to Winterhold College to test your talents. more systematic learning.”

"Your Majesty, he can't understand what you mean."

"Alas, it's a pity that I didn't master spiritual communication."

However, Roy turned a deaf ear to the exhortation of the two, and squeezed the spell book with both hands, tearing it in half, and a light blue smoke filled his cheeks.

He sucked the smoke into his body with one mouth.

In an instant, the scalp felt a tingling sensation.

A large number of words, sounds, and pictures poured into his mind, not the unfamiliar imperial language, but directly displayed to his mind.

Farenja stood in the dark void, with his hands and feet forked, maintaining a strange posture, his close-fitting gray robe and eyebrows were blown up by magic, his hands were sketched smartly, and the magic light gathered at the fingertips...

Detailed and loud explanations echoed in the void, over and over again.

Roy, who had never been exposed to spells in this world, could not understand its essence.

But the gesture demonstrated by Farenja, the way the magic in the body works, and the most important thing, a translucent rune full of twisted patterns outlined by the magic-like a door burning with blue flames, on the door are three string of numbers.

Clearly presented in the mind.

The witcher imitated his movements and injected his own magical energy into the rune.

It's like pushing open an unknown door.

His soul also followed the magic into it.

In a very short moment, countless blurred spots of light appeared behind the door, as if one by one lively and active creatures responded to his call enthusiastically.

Farenga and Frien saw him stand still with his eyes closed, and his breathing tended to stagnate.

He suddenly stretched out his left hand and pointed to the open space in the center of the room.

The magic power quickly gathered in front of him.

Five seconds later.

A purple-blue rotating sphere emerged from the void. At first, it was only the size of a fist. It expanded rapidly, merged into the entire room, and faded into nothingness.

Afterwards, where the sphere disappeared, a black monster appeared, with muscles like a calf, eyes like a pair of burning rubies, a mouth full of pale white fangs, and there were strips of scarlet flesh and foul-smelling saliva hanging between them. Slip through the teeth and land on the carpet.

It seems to have just returned from a fight!

Cerberus

Age: 8

gender: male

Status: Summons, Annihilation Creatures (creatures living in the Annihilation plane)

Life: 80

Mana: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 5

Stamina: 6

Agility: 9

Perception: 9

Will: 5

Charisma: 4

Spirit: 6

Skill:

Breathing Flame lv2: Consume a small amount of mana, mix with special sulfur gas in the body, and spray flames to burn the enemy.

Annihilation Creatures (Passive): Living in a special area with more mana and a harsher living environment, natural mana +20, life +20.

...

"I am, succeeded?" Roy's surprised eyes jumped between his fingertips and the summoned object.

He is unable to cast spells in the witcher world, and at most uses spell-like sigils.

And in this world, it seems that because of the special nature of magic energy and summoning spells, he actually crossed the threshold of talent in one fell swoop.

Review the entire process.

In addition to consuming 50 points of mana, his experience value was actually reduced by 5 points - the mana was used to open the door, and the experience value (pure soul) was the reward for hiring it.

After the spell was cast, the translucent rune belonging to the summoning technique was also more solid than the original one. This summoning was equivalent to a kind of tempering for it.

It is conceivable that each time a spell is cast, the runes will be further condensed, and the spell level will gradually increase.

A new skill was also born in the template——

Summoning spell lv1:

Currently mastered - Summoning Familiar: The most basic summoning spell, consumes 50 points of magic energy, and 5 points of experience (pure soul). Summons a hellhound from the Oblivion Realm to follow your commands, track prey or engage in combat.

The summon lasts for five minutes, during which time you can only have one summon, and you can send it back early. The more exquisite your summoning spells are, the less mana they consume, and the longer they last.

Note: Don't hurt your summons, if you do it too often, the spell will fail completely.

...

The dark skin of this hellhound was filled with a faint blue-purple light, and the light was gradually weakening every moment. When the light disappeared completely, it would return to the "hometown" called annihilation.

The witcher could feel that there was a spiritual connection between himself and the Cerberus, and it kept conveying to himself a rigid idea of ​​obedience.

"Come here, get down!"

The Cerberus stuck out his barbed scarlet tongue, slumped under his feet obediently, and licked his leather boots.

Stand up, circle around, call out...

The instructions came down one by one, and it followed them meticulously, licking the dogs as much as they wanted.

Roy became more and more satisfied.

There was a bit of surprise in Freen's eyes.

"Golden Eye is not only skilled, but can also use spells. No wonder he chose the Mage Constellation!"

"Congratulations on your successful completion of your first summoning, there is no doubt that you have an innate talent for summoning spells!" Farenjia nodded at Roy, who was delighted, with a little more recognition in his tone.

Point to the Cerberus at will.

The magic power surged out from the fingertips.

"Shh-"

The Cerberus under Roy's feet was wrapped in light, and disappeared in place with an unwilling "Ouch".

Roy's eyelids jumped. Is this expelling demons?

"Your Excellency Golden Eyes, please keep in mind that the act of casting summoning spells is usually despised and spurned by Nords in Skyrim Province, and the grumpy Nords will even fight, so don't easily reveal spells in front of outsiders." The dry and thin cheeks under Farenjia's hood looked solemn with a hint of sigh, "Besides, spellcasting is absolutely forbidden in Longlin Fort. For the sake of your first offense, I will not hold you accountable for the time being. Your Excellency Freen, you have to talk to him. Repeat the rules!"

"Well, I'll try my best," Freen said. "By the way, I don't discriminate against mages."

Farenjia nodded at him, and was surprised to find that the golden eye kept pulling out a bunch of herbs from his arms, all of which were common goods everywhere.

"I didn't expect that I would look away. You have already mastered the space bag, no wonder you can learn the summoning technique. But you are treating me as a garbage collection station?" Farenjia's mouth twitched, Roy knew nothing. He shrugged, "Forget it, these herbs are temporarily available, and I'll give you a friendship price of 2 gold coins."

Roy looked at the two fingers he stretched out and nodded without disdain. Naturally, this amount of money is far from enough to pay for the second spell book, but it adds up, and Farengar has collected a lot of good things.

And these are herbs that he picked from the roadside by observation.

"After the transaction, you will also get the mission target and address. Hurry up and set off." Farenjia said to see off the guests, "Maybe we will be back tomorrow, of course, if the two find the soul stone, or valuable loot - Lu Except for the weeds on the side! Welcome to trade with me!"

"Your Majesty, Lord Balgruuf didn't ask you to give us some support, how many soldiers did you send?" Freen said nervously, "Or, you can come with us!"

Farenjia's brown eyes slowly swept across the faces of the two.

With a sigh, he took out two palm-sized red glass bottles from the locker, and the liquid in them glowed with a lustrous and moving light.

"At most, I will give one free bottle of medicine to each person."

Small Life Elixir

After drinking, it restores 20 HP immediately and can heal minor wounds.

Roy shoved both bottles of potions into Freen.

The "activation" and swallow potions he reserves are more useful than small potions.

...

It came and went in a hurry, referring to the duo of Frien and Roy,

Just arrived in Xueman City, and returned to Ximu Town.

Irileth is also a resolute person, and has repeatedly patrolled around Ximu Town with a team of heavily armed soldiers.

When the two asked the location of the Desolate Waterfall Temple from the townspeople, they crossed the river along the stone bridge west of Ximu Town, and it was a low hill.

...

"Whoosh-"

An arrow cut through the air.

A gray wolf that jumped out of the thistle bushes on the side of the mountain road wailed, his left front ankle was smashed by an arrow, and he limped back, leaving a bloody footprint under the hillside.

However, a man in leather armor with a strong body and a simple face charged forward with an iron sword, aiming at his butt and waist, it was a slash!

"Pfft, puff!"

The gray wolf fell in a pool of blood and swallowed.

"Huh..." Freen let out a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face. His three-legged cat's kung fu might be a little dangerous to deal with a soldier, but dealing with a beast was easy.

Roy crossed him with a crossbow, nodded at him, and continued to walk to the top of the mountain.

The further up you go, the sparser plants and the temperature drops rapidly.

Snow began to appear on the ground, and signs of animal activity became rarer.

On the other hand, the Nords have rough skin and thick flesh, and coupled with their cold-resistance talent, Frien doesn't feel anything even if he only wears a sleeveless leather armor.

Roy, Physique Superman is also unaffected.

When they crossed the mountainside, a black boulder built a temple full of primitive style in sight.

Roy bowed vigilantly like a cat, stopped, and gave Freen a silent gesture.

He crept to the edge of the wide, ancient staircase and hid in a bush.

Several men wearing tawny furry armor, arm armor, and leather boots were standing under the towering pillars of the temple, or carrying long-handled warhammers, or wearing long swords around their waists and leather shields around their elbows.

Another man with a bow stood on the top of the temple, looking around with sharp eyes.

Roy observed patiently for a moment and confirmed that there were six people in total, and their attributes were similar to those of the imperial soldiers in Holy Land Town.

"Robber?" Freen held the Guweihir sword borrowed from Golden Eyes, his body trembled slightly, and his brown pupils shot a ray of tension and excitement. How far to escape.

But now, in the past few days, he has broken down the bottom line many times.

He took a path he could never imagine before.

For the house led by Xueman.

He gave it up!

A delicate hand crossbow appeared in Roy's palm, his eyes of different colors stared at the roof of the temple, pointed to the robber with a long-handled axe on the far right, and then tapped Freen's chest.

The latter nodded and tightened his body quietly.

"Whoosh-" The crossbow arrow broke through the air!

The robber who was sentry on the roof instantly had a blood hole in his chest, blood sprayed, and the corpse was thrown backwards!

The five robbers moved at the sound, shouted loudly, drew their weapons and rushed over.

"Whizzing-"

The continuous humming of the bowstrings!

Two more people were blown away by crossbow arrows, with a big hole in their bodies, and they fell to the ground and died!

Freen was stunned. He hadn't drawn his sword yet, and the enemy was only half left at once?

Is Golden Eye a Swordsman, Mage, or Archer?

Not allowing him to think too much, the wind was blowing, and the robber wielding the warhammer had already rushed in front of him.

"when!"

Blades and hammers clash!

The Guvisher sword was struck.

The huge force came, Frien's palm softened, and the weapon almost didn't let go, and immediately stepped back!

His face changed.

The hammer strikes his chest again!

...

"boom!"

The blue spell flashed, and a magical airflow poured out of the palm!

The man who slashed with a broad sword in the middle.

He was knocked backwards.

And Roy lightly stepped back half a step on his toes, dodging a robber's shield blow,

Outlined like a butterfly with five fingers, a crystal talisman appeared in the air, imprinted into the man's eyes, and he immediately stood blankly on the spot.

"Shh-"

Arrondette draws a graceful arc.

A head flew away with a splash of blood.

Headless corpses with shields and steel swords fell at the witcher's feet.

The broad sword made a comeback and slashed towards his chest along the diagonal line like thunder. Roy faced the direction of the blade and took a step forward to the left to avoid the blade. The robber saw a flower in front of him. Lost the witcher's footprint, and then two legs were cut off by the sword of the lake girl.

The body that lost its support involuntarily slumped forward.

The blade that fell from the sky slashed the back of his neck.

The robber buried himself in the snow with a wicked face and lost his movement.

"boom!"

The warhammer-wielding robber is still at a standoff with Freen, who, though never seriously trained in weapons, has an extraordinary talent. The growth rate is amazing.

With Larov's instructions and Roy's "demonstration" of actual combat, he had already vaguely understood the most basic posture of the steel sword, and his lame movements quickly became barely noticeable, with a hint of reluctance.

In addition, his attributes surpassed that of robbers, although he was pushed around by the warhammer in the situation. However, the guy never got a hair from Frien.

Instead, he took advantage of the opponent's exhaustion and repeatedly counterattacked.

The iron-sharp Guvihir ripped through the fur armor, inflicting deep wounds on the robber.

His physical strength became slower and slower as the blood flowed, but Frien's face flushed red, his brown eyes twinkled, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became!

"Shh-"

At a certain moment, Freen caught the gap between his movements and cut off the long handle of the warhammer with a sword.

Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's daze, he raised his hand and pulled it horizontally.

Blood gushed like a spring, and the robber fell to the ground with a hiss in his throat.

"Huh...comfortable."

Frien wiped the blood from his cheeks, and a cheerful smile appeared on his face.

"Progress is so fast." Roy's pupils shrank. In only two days, there is a basic swordsmanship lv1 in the opponent's attributes. Is this the legendary genius?

After cleaning up the gang of robbers at the door, they smashed them all over again, and found a locked nanmu box in a nearby den, and Roy directly slashed the lock with a sword.

A total of fifty gold coins and a bottle of small life potion were harvested.

Obviously, alchemical items are quite widely used in this world.

"Man, these people are basically killed by your hands, you should accept the money." Freen took the life potion, just glanced at the golden coins and forcibly turned his head.

The witcher insisted on giving him half of the trophy, with a serious expression that could not be refused.

The wealth and silk moved people's hearts, but Roy was willing to give up the benefits.

Freen is even more grateful to this brother in his heart!

In fact, the six robbers and six hot weapons are already lying in Roy's space. There is a blacksmith shop at the gate of Baiman City. When the time comes, they will all be sold, and then go to Farenga to buy some good treasures!

And Freen grinned and pushed open the door of the Desolate Waterfall Temple.