Chapter 124 Brothers gather together with the direwolf
at Kaer Morhen Castle.
Geralt's hoarse but sarcastic voice sounded.
"Hahaha, Lambert, you have no cards!"
"Look at my horn card. The strength of the melee unit is doubled. At seventy-two points, you lose."
A few seconds later, Lambert said angrily:
"Damn it, Geralt, you must have cheated. Drawing three horn cards in a row in a gambling game is such a coincidence."
Geralt waved his fingers proudly and said,
"Luck, this is luck. ."
"I don't know why, but every time I play cards with you, my luck is very good." "
Okay, don't act like a mother-in-law. Hand over the bet quickly. Twenty kronor is enough for me. Buy a barrel of good wine."
Lambert reluctantly handed over the gold coins, and then muttered:
"Damn it, I should have known better not to bet so big. I have saved money for a year, and it is not enough to lose. A few games."
Geralt didn't care about his brother's apology. He tilted his mouth at Lambert and said, "
It's okay, Lambert. If you don't have money, you can borrow some from Wayne. , when spring comes, aren't we going to go on a mission with him in Vizima?"
"The reward he offered you must be very high, that little guy is rich now."
Lambert said with disdain. :
"You, Uncle Lambert, are not so poor that you need to borrow money from your juniors."
Geralt chuckled and said teasingly:
"This winter is still very long. Wait until you lose and have no money before you can play Gwent again. I'll see if you can still be tough."
While the Gwent duo were bickering, Wayne was also practicing swordsmanship with Eskel on the training ground outside the castle.
This winter, practicing swordsmanship is one of Wayne's most important tasks in Kaer Morhen.
In terms of the strength of his seal, he should be at the top level of all demon hunters, but despite his top-notch physical fitness, his swordsmanship level is only excellent, and he cannot compete with those real swordsman masters.
This is not a lack of speed and strength, but a gap in actual combat experience and various combat skills.
However, Eskel can definitely be called a master of swordsmanship, and although his character looks dull, he is not shy about helping his brothers train. Moreover, he is experienced and steady, and is a very good swordsmanship teacher.
Wayne heard from Geralt that this guy never went to brothels. His favorite type of opposite sex was the one with horns, and his personality was a bit sultry.
Keng! Keng! Keng! boom! boom! boom!
On the training ground, the two held iron training swords and fought back and forth, refusing to give in to each other.
Without the use of seals, although Wayne can suppress Eskel in terms of speed and strength, he will often be defeated by his special swordsmanship skills or strategies such as feints and feints in less than two rounds. Suppress in turn.
While this made Wayne a little annoyed, he was also frantically absorbing these practical experiences.
As the training time increases, perhaps the gap in strength and speed will not completely defeat Eskel, but often when the high-intensity battle between the two reaches a certain limit, Eskel will take the lead due to lack of physical strength. Defeated.
He waved his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat on a wooden pier beside him, and gasped, "
I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, young people are still very motivated. I need to rest for a while."
Wayne He was panting slightly and said with a smile:
"I just have the advantage of having better physical strength, but according to the teacher, after you transplant the large red mutation inducer, your strength and agility should increase a lot."
" By then, I shouldn’t be able to suppress this aspect.”
Hearing Wayne mention this matter, Eskel also showed a smile on his face, and said with emotion:
"Thank you for this, brother, I have been looking for a large red mutation inducer for many years, but I can't find it. Find the right one."
"I didn't expect that you had only been out for a year and you brought me such a big surprise, and you were willing to give it to me." "Don't worry,
I will definitely return it when you need it. I'll give you a better one."
Wayne waved his hand carelessly and said,
"I'm just talking about this. I will soon need your help in the evil god mission on the shores of Lake Vizima. It can improve your strength, right? It's a good thing for me."
Eskel nodded and did not say any more polite words. He simply said:
"No problem, just call me when the time comes. I will probably be in Temeria in the first half of the year. Looking for commissions near the kingdom."
Wayne smiled. The brothers of the Wolf School were all easy to talk to. When he asked for their help, no one had any objections and just asked lightly. Where, what monster to fight, and when to come.
They didn't worry at all about their brothers cheating them, and they never talked about remuneration, which made Wayne feel warm in his heart.
He took off the magic flask from his waist, pressed a switch, and switched to the iced Coke. He tilted his head and poured several large gulps into his mouth. The sweet taste, the cold and refreshing taste, and the slightly bitter taste The bubbles made him hiccup.
He changed the flask to one of the high-end dwarf spirits, then handed it to Eskel and said with a smile:
"Would you like a sip? The best dwarf spirits, brewed by the dwarf blacksmith master O'Henry. , this master is also a quite famous brewing master among the dwarves of Carbon Mountain."
Eskel raised his eyebrows. Although he had never heard of O. Henry's reputation, the dwarf brewing master would never let anyone like alcohol. Wine people are disappointed.
He took the wine bottle, first put it in his hand and observed it, then sighed.
"Magical magic equipment."
Then he raised his head and took a big sip into his mouth. However, the strength of the top-quality dwarf liquor was obviously more than he expected. In less than half a minute, Eskel's face turned red. , and even felt a stream of heat escaping from his body. He closed his eyes and tasted it intoxicatedly for a long time, then exhaled a breath of turbid air and said with a smile: "What a strong
wine! Wayne, how much do you have in this jug?" , pour me a pot later, I really like this taste."
Wayne is certainly not stingy. In fact, compared to high-concentration dwarf spirits, he prefers mellow red wine and various sweet flavors. He grew fruit wine, and the few modern drinks he kept to reward himself when he was in a good mood.
While the two were chatting, a tall old man with white hair and beard walked in from outside the castle gate. He was wearing what seemed to be a bearskin coat.
After he saw the sweaty two people on the training ground, a smile appeared on his lips and he said, "
Yes, Wayne, Eskel, swordsmanship is what we demon hunters use to make a living, so we should study hard and practice hard. "
Geralt and Lambert must be playing Gwent again, right! Wayne, you shouldn't teach this depraved game to your brothers. This will only make them lazier and addicted to Enjoyment."
Wayne shrugged. He had long been accustomed to Vesemir's preaching. He noticed the white fur ball that the old man placed on his chest under his coat. He couldn't help but ask: "Teacher
, What is that in your arms, a wolf cub?"
Vesemir touched his white beard, nodded and said,
"Didn't you say yesterday that you read a book on the secrets of taming animals from a druid?"
"I was originally I wanted to go to the top of the mountain to look for a winter eagle cub for you, but unfortunately I couldn't find it. But when I went to look for it in the wolf den, I found a newly born direwolf cub." "This little guy was born
. He is so strong, he must be a good seedling, and he will be able to help you in the future whether it is looking after the home or nursing home, or hunting for treasures in battle."
"But without the right method, it is difficult for ordinary people to tame such a direwolf. Whether you can become its master depends on your own ability." Wayne immediately became interested after hearing this. Direwolves are created after the celestial body converges
. The offspring of a wolf-type monster and an ordinary wolf is considered a variant of an ordinary wolf.
An adult male direwolf can even grow to the size of a wild lion or tiger. It is a very famous and rare ferocious beast in the northern kingdom.
He reached out and took out the snow-white little wolf from the old hunter's arms. This little guy was probably only more than a month old. He was furry and his eyes were not opened. He was probably not weaned yet. He left the warm arms of the old demon hunter. After getting inside, he immediately began to shiver, and a pitiful whimpering sound came from his small mouth.
I wonder where its parents went? Maybe he was killed by Vesemir.
After seeing this cute performance, Wayne immediately fell in love with this little guy.
He thought of the Chinese garden dog he had raised at home in his previous life. Although it was not beautiful, it was extremely spiritual. Unfortunately, time is not forgiving. When he grew up, the dog died of old age.
I just don’t know how long this direwolf, which has inherited the monster’s bloodline, will live.
Watching familiar people and objects pass away quietly is also a kind of sadness for an immortal demon hunter.
"Looking at its white body, let's call it White Fang. I hope this little guy can obey my orders. Otherwise, it would be a pity to kill him." Thinking of his own animal training skills, Wayne's expectations were very high.
Training Direwolves or horses, these battle partners are secondary.
His dream is to train a group of aerial mounts, like griffons, dragons or manticores, ferocious mounts that can carry people into the sky.
If the demon hunters can have such a group of powerful fighting partners, no one will dare to underestimate them.
It is a pity that such beasts are often very ferocious and cruel. There has never been a legend about someone taming a griffin in the world of demon hunters.
A dragon knight is somewhat possible. After all, dragons are very smart and aware of current affairs.
(End of chapter)