Chapter 325 Jaylon: Oh?
As a night demon, Nanomi's battle tonight was very difficult for her.
Whether it was the infiltrated human combat team or the giant beasts produced by the experiment, her power was not enough to intervene in the battle and then escape unscathed. So after bringing Regis here, she has been wandering on the edge. What she pays attention to is being wise and protecting herself.
But when Vilgefortz cleared the field and was about to kill him, especially Regis, Nanomi finally couldn't help it anymore.
Violent chaotic energy rippled through her body. A black mist with a "sweet" sense wrapped around her uncovered upper body.
Just like adding a flame to the spices, the flavor called "charm" transforms from abstraction into substance, infiltrating into the surrounding air.
Once again, what the female night devil performs is not any kind of charm magic or mental control directed at others. She is just stimulating her own racial characteristics to the greatest extent and arousing the primitive desires of other creatures on a physical level.
This is a unification of the aesthetics and instincts of all living things.
Unless you have an extremely calm mind or a brain that has been tempered for many times, this kind of critical attack in the name of "sexiness" cannot be resisted by any physical defense or magic defense.
At this moment, Vilgefortz's eyes were firmly grasped by Nanomi, and his hands unconsciously let go of the already shapeless Regis, and walked towards Nanomi.
Behind him, the bodies of the troll family began to struggle to get up from the ground. Regardless of gender, at this moment, a force was suddenly injected into the bodies of these giant beasts. A large amount of adrenaline was transported throughout the body under the action of high-speed metabolism, squeezing out strength.
To deal with these trolls, Nanomi uses a little magic.
When everyone falls, Nanomi, who has been wandering on the edge, plans to win!
The eyes of the three trolls were red, and their eyes were switching between clear and misty. One moment they wanted to punch Wigefortz, and the next moment they wanted to walk towards Nanomi - yes, regardless of gender. They are no match for the temptation of the female night devil, and this temptation cannot accurately distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
Naomi cursed inwardly, she rarely did this level of micro-manipulation.
However, just when she was about to adjust the spell used on the trolls, Wigfortz, who had been under control, trembled first and regained his clarity.
He thought back to what he wanted to do.
"Blood of the Ancients!"
For some people, the need and pursuit of power far exceeds the desire for physical pleasure, and Vilgefortz is one of the best.
A surging telekinetic impact centered on him and exploded in all directions. The three heavy trolls all fell to the ground under the influence of this force, and Naomi was blown out like a feather.
Vilgefortz breathed heavily, fearful in his heart: "Almost, almost... first there were high-level vampires, and then there were trolls and night demons. How come Brokiron Town has everything?" This
time He also asked himself whether he was fully prepared for the raid. The original plan did not even require his own presence. Unexpectedly, in this situation, I almost capsized in the gutter.
However, the fear in his eyes soon turned into enthusiasm again: "Is this also the power of the ancient blood?"
Everything seemed to have a perfect explanation, and Vilgefortz became excited again.
The chaotic energy in his hand also became intense, turning into various elemental attacks and attacking Nanomi continuously. The Warlock seemed to have little need to collect the Night Stalker as experimental material, and planned to execute her on the spot.
As a result, the Night Demon was exhausted and soon became scarred under the hands of Wilgefortz.
However, her body suddenly lit up with a bright emerald light.
Not just her, but also the three rock trolls. They were like miniature suns in the dark night, suddenly disappearing after their light reached its peak.
Vilgefortz was stunned.
"Could it be...that this is also the power of ancient blood?"
...
There was only a slit left in Cohen's eyes, and he felt the light.
This was Lan En's [Teleport] skill, but only the members of the "Lions" disappeared, and he was left behind.
[Lan doesn't know what's going on here... In this case, he recalled his 'lions' to fight for him. Was he running into trouble on the eastern front? Damn it...]
[Wait a minute...then Black Wind is also...Ciri? ! ]
Cohen squirmed and tried to get up, but his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
He was too seriously injured, and to be able to persist until now and still retain his thoughts was to have been fighting against the body's protective mechanism for too long.
After struggling to get up and falling again, he finally passed out.
...
Wilgefortz stood guard for a possible sneak attack for a while, but found nothing.
Lifting the unconscious witcher with one hand and the half-vampire with the other, he even had time to find the sword that Cohen flew out.
The demons in the sky regained their magic power and continued to wreak havoc and destroy the town.
The energy of chaos lifts the warlock into the air, allowing him to follow the path deeper into the forest. He was not in a hurry, the light in the dark night could travel very far, and the same bright emerald light spot lit up in the direction where he had just seen Cirilla escaping.
Sure enough, after a while he saw Princess Cintra lying on the ground, and the horse that originally carried her had disappeared.
He looked at his left and right hands, threw Cohen to the ground, and then reached out to Ciri.
"Finally... the blood of the ancients!"
The warlock waved his hand, and violent chaotic energy fluctuations were transmitted from his body. He couldn't wait to go back to the laboratory to carry out the process that he had rehearsed countless times.
With a "pop", Xili suddenly opened her eyes, and the swift stabbing sword stretched out its edge like a poisonous snake spitting a message. The warlock seemed to have expected it. He leaned back to avoid the little demon hunter's attack, and then smashed the half of Regis in his left hand forward like a weapon.
The heavy blow caused Ciri to fly out and hit the ground heavily, arching her back in pain.
The warlock, who wanted to make the princess in front of him suffer a little first, didn't notice that when Ciri flew out, a pamphlet fell out of her arms.
The booklet rolled a few times on the ground, and the pages were opened in the messy wind.
Most of the first ones are consultations that a novice demon hunter who has just stepped down from the mountain asks his teacher for help after encountering difficulties. Later, when he becomes more skilled, most of them turn into greetings to his elders and care for the elderly living alone.
Turning to the last page, the handwriting on the booklet suddenly became graceful and joyful.
This page was written by Ciri.
...
[Dear Master Kelda and Teacher Jeroen, hello to both of you:
I am Ciri, the princess of Lann, the destined daughter of Geralt of the wolf faction. I have been listening to Lan En and Cohen talking about the deeds of the two masters for a long time, and I have been looking forward to meeting you two, but unfortunately I have never been able to do so...]
I am the princess of Lann, and I will give you the land to revive the cult in the future! Moreover, I am still a demon hunter of the Wolf Faction, and I am also one of the demon hunters! For both public and private reasons, you can't bear to refuse the next request, right?
[I know that Lan En and Teacher Jie Long have maintained a stable relationship, and they have also reached an agreement to ask the teacher to come out. It’s just that Lann has always regarded himself as the future of the Griffin School. He and Cohen even made the decision to invite the two masters only when the order was rebuilt and everything was clear. No matter what danger they encountered, they would never reconcile. The two of you will contact each other and only report the good news or not the bad news after the difficulties have been overcome...]
I know you have reached an agreement with Lan! Everything after that is all made up by me! Only I, as an outsider, have the status to say this! But just say you are moved or not! After you are so moved, come quickly and give your apprentice a helping hand!
[Now Lan is trapped in the enemy battlefield, and the enemy has summoned a large number of troll mantises, chimeras, and mutant crab demons to attack our town. Cohen stays in the town to fight the enemy alone. They don't want to bring their worries to their elders, but I'm really worried...]
Dealing with monsters is the duty of a demon hunter, right? And aren't you worried about why Cohen's notebook got into my hands? This shows that the situation has become dangerous to a certain extent, so -
help! ! ! ,
...
With a "bang", the portal opened in the void, and the strong wind blew away a layer of blood and turf on the ground.
Two demon hunters with livid faces and clenched teeth came out. One is a warrior wearing a full set of armor, elegant temperament, white hair and beard but getting stronger with age; the other is a middle-aged man wearing only a simple robe, with flying black hair and melancholy eyebrows.
Their eyes quickly scanned the whole place, and soon they saw the silver-haired princess lying on the ground not far away, the warlock who looked like a villain not far away from the princess, and -
lying on the ground, with one hand and one foot at a weird angle. The twisted and unconscious Cohen.
The expressions of the two master demon hunters became even more gloomy.
The storm caused by the Djinn was raging around him, and the sudden appearance of enemies made Vilgefortz's body ring with alarm. He raised his hands in response to the storm, and the blazing white thunder whipped out with him as the center.
The bodies of the two demon hunters, who combined were over four hundred years old, were faster than lightning.
Kelda jumped towards his disciple, raised his hand to hold up an earth-yellow protective shield, and several thunderbolts hit it without causing a single ripple.
Jaylon was more direct. He directly formed the [Alder Seal] posture with both hands, smashed the lightning strike with two palms condensed with strong telepathy, and then moved towards Wigfort like a hunting eagle. I am here to bully you.
"Boom" The scattered lightning suddenly condensed, and powerful spells collided within ten steps under the operation of their respective masters, raising a large amount of dust clouds and smoke.
Kelda took advantage of the opportunity for his companions to restrain the enemy and quickly checked the condition of his disciple. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his life was not in danger. Then he pulled out the two swords from Cohen's back.
"Jeron!"
Jeron, who rushed out of the smoke and dust, heard his companion's reminder. He stretched his hand back and grabbed the eagle-headed steel sword that was thrown over. The runes on it flashed. He turned around and split a torrent of flames in two.
Kelda clutched the remaining eagle-headed silver sword in his hand, which was also his former weapon. Like Jie Long, he left the best equipment to his disciples, and now they are returned to their original owners.
"I'll deal with the one in the sky, you deal with the warlock!" Kelda's gray beard and hair were flying in the strong wind.
"No problem." Jaylon replied calmly.
"No problem?!" Vilgefortz was furious, "It's just a demon hunter!"
He chanted the curse quickly and quickly, and soon a rich chaotic energy visible to the naked eye appeared in his hand, and the surging magic was directed towards Jack. Come over.
And Jaylon was not to be outdone. Purple lightning, fiery red flames, and icy blue telepathic shocks surrounded his body at the same time, and he hit Wige Fortesz without hesitation.
Then Vilgefortz noticed that the surrounding scene was moving backwards rapidly.
...
The witcher's sigil is a very interesting thing.
When the legendary warlock Alzu discovered that demon hunters had no ability to cast spells, he simplified the most basic methods of using the major elements to create sigils, so that they could mobilize the magic power in their bodies by simply making hand seals without having to recite incantations or communicate with nature. , to help fight.
This was originally just a transition. At that time, other warlocks still had expectations for the demon hunter's spellcasting ability. But when the warlocks later discovered that the witcher could not learn any spells except sigils, they chose to abandon the witcher.
In the eyes of warlocks, spells should be more advanced things, able to manipulate the sky, repair injuries, confuse people with illusions, and talk to the dead. In their eyes, low-level things like magic seals that can only be used simply in battle can only be regarded as tricks.
Until now, most demon hunters have only used magic seals as an assistant. Even the Griffin School can only "better integrate magic seals into tactics."
Until Jaylon appeared.
...
[Damn, damn! This is not a witcher! Such power, such frequency! This is definitely not a dharma seal! 】
Wilgefortz quickly stood up after falling to the ground, only to find that he could barely hold on to the defensive spells. He muttered spells in his mouth and had no time to use other spells.
The purple magic circle imprisoned him, and the blazing white lightning illuminated the night; flames, storms, and frosts clearly impacted the magic shield from three directions. The surrounding vegetation had already been carbonized and torn into pieces and was swept into the air, and the rocks on the ground Constantly being melted and then condensed again.
As long as he stops chanting the curse for a second, this protective shield will break.
He, a member of the Wizarding Guild and the top high-level warlock in the continent, was actually suppressed by a demon hunter using his seal!
There is no need to recite the incantation, and Jielong does not even need to pinch out the seal. The magic power at the level of the demon source continuously supplies the energy he needs. He does not need to communicate with the celestial phenomena, and at this moment he artificially condenses the natural disaster into this small area in front of him. Wipe the land.
Ciri was dumbfounded as she watched. No matter it was Mossack, Yennefer, Triss or anyone else, they could not cast spells so effortlessly. Spells should be taken seriously. Even a high-level warlock may backfire on himself due to the smallest negligence.
But how could the master witcher in front of him be as easy as swinging a sword?
The enemy was suppressed, and Ciri struggled to get up and help.
Kelda appeared from behind her and stopped her.
Xili's eyes widened again. Didn't this person go to deal with Di Jing?
Only then did she feel that the storm around her had stopped.
"Take a rest, little girl." Kelda breathed heavily, and he threw a clay pot over, freeing up two fighting hands.
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(End of this chapter)