Lann turned around and raised his left hand, ready to release the seal.
Deep in the cave, a huge black shadow that had escaped the slowing effect of the Aden magic circle was getting closer and closer, and the sound that was like an earthquake was frightening.
…
Cohen stepped forward and stood side by side with Lann. Lann did not reject his companion's kindness. After taking a glance, he slightly reduced the amount of magic power in his body ready to be output, preparing for the magic seal attack.
Looking down, the vibrations of the stones on the ground were getting stronger and stronger, and the thunderous roars were getting louder and louder.
…
Vesemir suddenly stepped forward, patted the two young men lightly on the shoulders, and moved them to step back.
"Let me do it. This is the revenge of the Wolf Clan. We can't just stand by and watch." Vesemir said solemnly, "I am somewhat confident in the Igni Sign."
Lan and Cohen looked at each other, nodded, took a step back and handed over the output position to the old demon hunter, but they were always ready to provide support.
The white-haired old demon hunter took a deep breath, as if he wanted to transfer all the suppressed emotions over the years to his left hand. His fingertips trembled slightly, and although the fire had not been lit yet, the air was already slightly distorted due to the high temperature.
The next second, the roar of the giant beast was finally audible, without the echo of the cave.
The next second, a huge amount of flames finally roared out, no longer suppressing the anger in his heart.
Lann narrowed his eyes slightly, and a white-hot flame like the scorching sun appeared before his eyes. In a short period of time, the lake water was vaporized in large quantities, and smoke obscured's vision. The wild grass lost all its moisture in an instant and dried up and everyone died.
At the same time, all the bomb fuses that were deliberately exposed as traps by the demon hunters began to burn. They didn't need to be touched by the flames at all, just a slight touch of the hot and twisted air, and these bombs were naturally ready to explode.
No one knows what the first explosion was, the Honeycomb or the Dancing Star? It doesn't matter.
There was only a loud earth-shaking "boom" sound, and Mossak suddenly thrust the oak cane into the soil. Green vines instantly wrapped up everyone, and then a green light film extended with these vines as the framework, connecting with each other to form an extremely solid magic shield.
The flying stones and the steel nails from the [Honeycomb Bomb] kept hitting the protective shield, causing waves.
Although he was not far from the center of the explosion, Mossak looked calm and composed. It was obvious that the impact of the explosion of hundreds of bombs could not threaten him at all.
"Uncle Mossak, is there any problem?"
"If I were in the middle of the explosion, there might be problems." Mossak shook his head, "But this is a forest in the mountains. Even in winter, I can still use a lot of natural power."
"Lan, spellcasters can obtain power from nature in any way you can't imagine, so if you fight against spellcasters in the future, try not to use these alchemical bombs." Mossak taught Lan how to deal with people like him without hesitation, "Use stunmetal if you can. The stunmetal arrows you are equipped with are very creative."
"Your latest ability of teleportation is also very good. Use it to go directly to the back. No matter how powerful the spellcaster is, he is just flesh and blood. As long as he bypasses the protective shield, he can be killed with a single blow!"
Lann nodded with a twitch of his lips, realizing that these were definitely Mossak's personal experiences.
The other companions also looked strange. A druid teaching a demon hunter how to kill a spellcaster seemed awkward no matter how they looked at it.
While Mossack was taking advantage of every opportunity to teach Lane, the aftermath of the explosion finally faded away.
The black smoke slowly rose and dissipated, revealing the equally blackened rock walls. The cave entrance had collapsed, and the body of the Cyclops had been buried; on the other side of the mountain lake, there were constant sounds of panic as people jumped out of the water and fled, and the figures looked like water ghosts; not far away, there was a faint "boom" sound, which should be an avalanche on a slope that had been covered with snow for a long time, but it was early in the morning and the The snow was not thick, so it should not cause much trouble.
The Cyclops was completely buried, with only one hand hanging out of the rock.
Before the demon hunters could start to test, the drooping hand immediately clenched into a fist, and with a "bang", the Cyclops broke through the cover in an instant and appeared in front of everyone again.
At this moment, it looked many times more miserable than when they first met. The hood on its head had been burned to ashes, and its pants had naturally disappeared, but its skin was torn and bloody, and its flesh was charred, as if it was wearing a strange outfit.
At the same time, its body is covered with dense steel nails and ceramic fragments, and anyone with trypophobia would probably go crazy if they saw it.
Even steel would have been torn into pieces in an explosion of this magnitude, but the Cyclops was still able to retain most of his strength, which is truly amazing.
Although the root was not injured, these exposed flesh wounds gave the snake sect demon hunters an opportunity to take advantage. Previously, only Reso's legendary silver sword broke the defense, but now these wounds were truly defenseless.
Lann suddenly rushed forward and raised the [Yaden Seal] with force. The people of the Snake Sect cooperated with Lann tacitly and were already familiar with this special magic circle. They rolled over to avoid the purple lightning, and all the poison was directed at the Cyclops.
This was not enough. Lann's sigils alone could not restrain this huge monster. Fortunately, there were more than just him as a demon hunter.
A crossbow arrow flew towards the giant's huge eye, but the giant beast blocked the arrow by simply closing its eyelids. Its attention was drawn to it, and it opened its eyes angrily and looked in the direction where the arrow came from, but what it saw were five or six left hands glowing white.
[Axis Seal]＊N
Old Spearhead was already in a trance after suddenly waking up from his slumber, and the huge explosion made him even more unconscious. Now he was under the mental control of multiple demon hunters. The Cyclops finally calmed down for the first time.
Although this control only lasted for five or six breaths, the old spearhead immediately regained consciousness, but this time was enough for the snake demon hunters to complete their work.
…
At this moment, Old Spearhead was almost surrounded by all kinds of colorful poisonous mist, and his area below the knees was densely covered with scars from various poisoned weapons, and he could hardly bleed any red blood.
Lei Suo rolled back: "These poisons are all we have. The dosage is enough to kill an entire military camp!"
"Very good, retreat! Wait for the poison to take effect!"
The old spearhead was further wounded and staggered. After a while, the black wounds on his body and the blood flowing from them finally turned black as well.
The witchers relied on crossbows, bombs, and sigils, fighting and retreating, and with the help of Mossak's spells, they were able to delay the clumsy beast like a kite.
Finally, the Cyclops began to stagger even when walking. It seemed to be scared and turned around to run away. The demon hunters also raised their swords, knowing that the time to decide the outcome had come.
The injury made the Cyclops no longer flexible, and the experienced demon hunter was finally able to approach its body unscrupulously.
Ten swift figures used Lann's [Yarden Seal] as a stage, circling around it like ghosts. Whenever the old spearhead reacted, five or six hands would rise up to shock it with [Axi Seal], making it dazed.
The old spearhead let out a sorrowful howl, then stood still again.
Its arms were like battering rams that had fallen into disrepair, waving in front of it sluggishly and heavily, blowing strong winds that stirred up dirt and leaves on the affected ground, making it bumpy, but unable to hurt any of the witchers.
As the exercise became more intense, the toxins gradually eroded his internal organs, devouring his no longer surging vitality.
At a certain moment, realizing that the enemy had finally reached a critical point, Cohen suddenly rolled over to the old spearhead's already scarred left leg, his left palm pressed against the thick skin, and the air in his palm was rapidly compressed.
[Alder Seal]!
His seal was like an air cannonball, with a "boom" that shook the eardrums, and even he was blown away by the reaction force and rolled twice in the air at close range. But Cohen was obviously experienced and quickly adjusted his body shape.
Looking at Old Spearhead again, he finally lost his balance under this zero-range telekinetic cannonball and fell to the ground like a golden mountain being pushed down or a jade pillar being knocked over. Every heavy breath seemed to burst his lungs.
With a flash of golden light, Lann teleported to the back of the old spearhead, holding the Sword of the Lady of the Lake high above his head. The magic power, vitality, and adrenaline in his body began to decrease and he invested in his skills, and he began the longest charge in history.
The old spearhead seemed to sense something and was about to stand up with his hands, but he saw Lambert rolling under his nose. He raised his left hand as if he was risking his life and poured all his strength into the seal.
Then came Geralt, Eskar, and Vesemir.
[Axis Seal]＊4
Under the mental control of the quadruple seal, the old spearhead completely missed his last chance to resist.
On the other side, the Sword of the Lady of the Lake in Lann's hand was as dazzling as a torch, blinding even in the daytime.
He swung his arm violently, and the long sword drew a dazzling arc of light. The invisible force extended out and lengthened the blade, making the long sword seem like a huge beheading blade.
There was a buzzing sound, and there was no feeling of a sword entering the flesh. However, Lambert, lying under the Cyclops, only felt something passing in front of his eyes, and actually cut the skin on his palm slightly.
Then, a waterfall of smelly blood poured down on him. Before he could react, two strong arms grabbed his collar and dragged him out from under the old spearhead.
Then there was a loud "bang" and the dust on the ground began to rise. Lambert wiped off the blood plasma on his eyelids and looked over. It turned out to be the head of the Cyclops. The neck, as thick as a steel pillar, was cut in half by Lann's knife.
When Lambert looked up again, he saw the sighing expressions of Geralt and Eskar. These two were the ones who had just pulled him out.
"You know," Geralt wiped the sword in his hand, "you were almost killed by that head just now."
Lambert was about to retort, but he found that the [Quen Seal] on his body had been dispersed at some point.
He took a breath with lingering fear, and all kinds of emotions surged into his heart, and in the end, only anger was left.
"Bah!" Lambert spat a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then kicked Old Spearhead in the head again.
"This is for Wardhe, you monster." Lambert muttered the name of his fellow apprentice, his chest heaving violently, "And I... and I will continue to live!"
[Mission - Wolf's Revenge - Completed]
The system prompt sounded like a holy chant, and Lann looked at his experience points. He had just leveled up by killing monsters in Haji Fortress not long ago, and there was still a long way to go before he could level up.
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The powerful enemy was finally killed, and everyone gathered around in amazement, admiring this masterpiece that took so much effort, time and money.
"The Cyclops, there should be a mutation-inducing substance. I just don't know how to dissect it, it's too hard..."
Geralt sighed: "This is the most difficult battle I have ever fought. This is also the strongest enemy I have ever encountered. But miraculously, there are no casualties."
Lann patted his old acquaintance on the shoulder and said, "Perhaps this is the way we fight. When facing a strong enemy, demon hunters should act collectively. This is also one of the reasons why I wanted to revive the demon hunter cult - to help each other and watch over each other."
The youngest demon hunter present sighed, "It would be really not worth it if the demon hunters who have been trained with great effort and decades of time were killed or injured because of a demon."
Everyone was looking at the body of Old Spearhead, but another Griffin Demon Hunter was studying something else.
Cohen noticed that on a rock wall far from the center of the explosion, several stones had cracked and shattered into pieces. Alchemical bombs alone could not have caused such an effect. The shattering of these stones was due to high temperatures, which was obviously the effect of Vesemir's seal.
Cohen touched Lan quietly: "Can you do this?"
Lann shook his head: "My seal has a wider range, and can cover an army of hundreds of people at most. But the temperature is not that high, it's just an ordinary flame."
Looking at the damage caused by Vesemir, Lann estimated that he would have to wait until he activated the third-level skill of the seal and increased the absolute strength of the seal by a percentage before he could achieve such an effect.
This is the Igni Sign that can crack the rocks in just a few breaths. As far as Lann knows, only Geron can surpass this. His sign can burn out magma.
But after all, Geron was strengthened for a hundred years by the Demon Hunter's second mutation, so there is no comparison at all. Lan even thought that if Vesemir also underwent a second mutation, would his seal also be able to burn magma?
I just don't know if another master of the Griffin School, Kelda, has such strength.
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After hearing Lann's answer, Cohen compared his seal with Vesemir's and shook his head and sighed: "My seal is not so powerful."
Unlike swords, the power of a sigil gradually increases with age. As a griffin, Cohen is better at sigils than his fellow youngsters, one generation, two generations, or even three generations older than the wolf sect, but he is still not as good as Vesemir, who is more than a hundred years older than him.
“This is also the effect of the enhanced Ring of Elements.” Vesemir was relatively kind to the young people from other schools. After hearing their sighs, he took the initiative to comfort them, “When you get there, you may even be able to defeat me.”
Eskar curled his lips slightly: "Mine doesn't have any."
Vesemir raised his voice immediately after hearing this: "That's because you haven't trained hard enough!"
The wolf-faction witcher curled his lips and didn't care much. It was obvious that he was used to the old witcher's temper.
With the death of the old spearhead, the depressed mood in the hearts of the Wolf Faction Demon Hunters was swept away, and for a moment they felt the sky was clear and the air was fresh.
However, the journey is not over yet. For other demon hunters, there is still a goal ahead - the Ring of Elements.
Lann slapped the Cyclops' body with his left hand, put the entire body into the [Inventory], and then walked towards the cave entrance that had collapsed due to the explosion.
The magical aura of natural energy once again emanated from Mossak's body, and the demon hunters assisted him with the [Alder Seal]. After about a quarter of an hour, all the huge rocks blocking the cave entrance were cleared away.
The old druid even specially transformed the plants into the shape of supports inside the mine, which supported the rock walls of the cave in a sparse and orderly manner. It is expected that future explosions of the same magnitude will not cause collapse.
Although the Wolf School plans to move to Cintra in the future, Kaer Morhen, especially the Ring of Elements, cannot be abandoned. This kind of terrain that can permanently enhance the magic sign of the demon hunter is not available in other schools, and even the Warlock Brotherhood has rarely heard of it.
This is the true foundation of a great school. Lann even felt that he could build a magic school comparable to Aretuza around this elemental ring, or establish a spellcaster gathering like the Druid's Ring in Skellige.
This location should have been carefully selected by the warlocks of the Demon Hunter Cult. This also shows how Buddhist the Wolf Clan is and how much they waste resources. They have such a real treasure mountain but have not developed a matching force at all.
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"Are there any other troubles that we need to pay attention to before reaching the Ring of Elements?" After leaving the cave, the view in front of us suddenly became clear again.
Lann suddenly remembered something and asked the Wolf Faction people in a meaningful way.
Geralt and the others had already been looking around warily, and their attitude was the reason why Lann asked this question.
"If I remember correctly, there is a family of rock trolls here," Geralt recalled. "There should be three of them. When I first took part in the trial, there was only one, and I used the [Axis Sign] to easily get rid of it."
Lan pointed to the group of people around him and said with a smile, "It will be easier to meet those trolls now."
"But we just made such a big noise, with bombs and avalanches, as well as Old Spearhead's roar and screams. These trolls must have hidden away long ago."
This was indeed the case. The group did not encounter any trolls as they moved forward, which disappointed Lann, who had never seen these humanoid creatures before.
But his attention was soon drawn to the Ring of Elements.
In front of us is a platform that was obviously artificially excavated. The architectural style is like an altar, simple yet solemn.
The dozens of steps in front of the altar had collapsed by half, and it was obvious that no one had visited it for some years. The group had to go through the gap and climb up the steps. What they saw was a pile of broken candles and four braziers.
Perhaps because of the strong wind in the mountains, these objects did not accumulate much dust.
The rock guardrail below the candles was engraved with a variety of dense runes and ancient characters, dividing the entire rock ring into four parts:
Spring symbolizes the water element, which represents vitality; summer symbolizes the fire element, which represents heat and drought; autumn symbolizes the earth element, which represents a bountiful harvest; and winter symbolizes the air element, which represents the withering of all things and the desolation of the world.
Water, fire, earth, and air are also the basic elements of the current spellcaster system. It's a pity that there is no ether element that symbolizes "spirit", otherwise it would be complete.
All the demon hunters felt the badges on their necks tremble slightly at the same time, and it was obvious that the chaotic energy fluctuations here were abnormal.
Lann felt that perhaps this was the "magic place" in the real world.
"What should we do next?"
Hearing the question, Vesemir instructed, "Use up all your magic power first, then kneel down and meditate. We will help you light four braziers and complete the magic circle to help you gather your magic power."
"Use all the magic power?" Lan raised his eyebrows.
Vesemir nodded. "Any questions? Only by exhausting the energy in your body can you better guide the injection of external energy."
Lan shrugged, walked forward, knelt on the ground, and raised his left hand high to the sky.
[Alder Seal·Magic Explosion]!
The roaring gale surged out from the palm of his hand, sweeping the natural wind in the mountains in an instant, and was carried along with it to disperse the clouds not far away.
The long hair and robes of the demon hunters were blown fiercely, and those who were standing closer couldn't help but squint their eyes and take a few steps back to avoid the wind pressure.
"He is really good." Vesemir exclaimed to the old druid. "I heard that he has been a demon hunter for less than two years? He can actually output such magical power. If it were an ordinary apprentice, he would not even be able to use the sigils by now."
Mossak raised his chin slightly with dignity: "More than that."
"Oh?" Vesemir didn't know what Mossak meant.
In this state of doubt, the storm of telekinesis continued to sweep across the sky ahead. Ten breaths, twenty breaths, fifty breaths, a hundred breaths...
Half a quarter of an hour later, sweat began to form on Vesemir's forehead.
And Lann's left hand was still like a giant blower, spewing endless storms outward.
In the strong wind, Lambert's eyes turned slightly to Cohen who was also surprised.
"Shut up, I know what you're going to ask." Cohen shouted impatiently, "I can't do it!"
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