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 motioned 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 everyone's vision. The wild grass lost all its moisture in an instant and dried up and 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 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.
他猛地挥动手臂，长剑拉出一道耀眼的光弧，无形的力量延伸出去加长了剑刃，让长剑仿佛变成了一把巨大的断头侧刀。
“嗡”的一声，完全没有刀剑入肉的触感。但是躺在独眼巨人身下的兰伯特只觉得有什么东西在自己的眼前划过，居然浅浅地割开了自己手掌上面的皮肤。
紧接着，瀑布一样的腥臭鲜血朝着他劈头盖脸地盖了下来。还没等他有所反应，两只有力的胳膊就拽着他的衣领把他从老矛头身下拖了出来。
然后是一声剧烈的“咚”声响动，地上的烟尘开始上升。兰伯特擦掉糊在眼皮子上面的血浆看过去，居然是独眼巨人的首级，那根钢柱一样粗硬的脖子居然被兰恩一刀两段。
兰伯特再抬头，正看到杰洛特和艾斯卡尔感叹的表情，正是这两人刚刚把自己拉了出来。
“你知道吗。”杰洛特擦了擦手里的长剑，“你刚刚差一点就被那颗脑袋砸死了。”
兰伯特正想反驳，却发现身上的【昆恩法印】不知道什么时候早就被击散了。
他心有余悸地喘了一口气，万般情绪涌上心头，到了最后只剩下愤怒。
“呸！”兰伯特狠狠吐了一口浓痰，随后对着老矛头的脑袋又是一脚。
“这是为了沃德赫，你这怪物。”兰伯特口中念叨着自己同期的学徒之名，胸膛剧烈起伏，“而我……而我会继续活下去！”
【任务－狼之复仇－已完成】
宛若圣叹吟唱的系统提示音响起，兰恩看了看自己的经验值。刚刚在哈吉要塞通过杀怪升级不久，距离升级还有挺长的一段距离。
……
强敌终死，众人啧啧称奇地围了上来，观赏这一费力费心又费钱的杰作。
“独眼巨人啊，应该也有突变诱发物吧。只是不知道要怎么解剖它，实在是太硬了……”
杰洛特感叹道：“这是我打得最费劲的一仗，这也是我遇到最强的敌人。但是却奇迹地没有伤亡。”
兰恩拍了拍老熟人的肩膀：“或许这才是我们的战斗方式，面对强敌，猎魔人本身就应该集体行动。这也是我想要复兴猎魔人教团的初衷之一——互相帮助，互相守望。”
在场最年轻的猎魔人唏嘘道：“若是让费劲了心思和数十年时间培养出来的猎魔人因为一头魔物而产生了死伤，那才是真的不值当。”
众人都在围观老矛头的尸体，另一位狮鹫猎魔人却在研究别的东西。
柯恩注意到远离爆炸中心的一面岩壁上，有几块石头干裂碎成了几瓣。单单炼金炸弹造不成这样的效果，这些石头的碎裂是因为高温，显然这是维瑟米尔法印的效果。
柯恩悄悄碰了碰兰恩：“你能做到这样吗？”
兰恩摇摇头：“我的法印范围更大，极限可以覆盖数百人的军队。但是温度就没有这么高了，只是普通的火焰而已。”
看着维瑟米尔造成的伤害，兰恩估计要等自己点开法印的三级技能之后，以百分比的程度提升法印的绝对强度，才能够造成这样的效果。
这可是不过几个呼吸就能够硬生生将山岩烤裂的【伊格尼法印】啊。目前兰恩的认知中只有杰隆可以超过，他的法印可以硬生生烧出岩浆。
但是杰隆毕竟是被猎魔人二次突变硬生生强化了百年的，这根本没有可比性。兰恩甚至想着如果让维瑟米尔也经过了二次突变，那么他的法印能不能也烧出岩浆来？
就是不知道另一位狮鹫学派的宗师凯尔达有没有这样的实力了。
……
在听到兰恩的回答后，柯恩将自己的法印与维瑟米尔的进行了一番对比，也摇头叹息：“我的法印也没有这样的威力。”
法印和刀剑不一样，是随着年龄的增长而渐渐增强的。柯恩身为狮鹫，在法印上比起狼派的同辈年轻人、上一辈、上两辈、甚至上三辈的可能都要强，但是跟比自己大了一百多岁的维瑟米尔比起来，还是有些不够看。
“这也是元素之环加强过后的效果。”维瑟米尔对于其他学派的年轻人还是比较和蔼的，听到他们的叹息之后主动开解道，“等你们去到那里之后，说不定还会胜过我。”
艾斯卡尔微微撇了撇嘴：“我的就没有。”
维瑟米尔闻言顿时提高了音量：“那是因为你们的训练还不够努力！”
狼派的猎魔人撇了撇嘴，不甚在意。显然对于老猎魔人的脾气已经习惯了。
老矛头已死，狼派猎魔人们心中的郁郁之气也一扫而空，一时之间只觉得天朗气清。
不过众人的行程还没有结束，对于其他的猎魔人来说，前方还有一个目标——元素之环。
兰恩左手拍在独眼巨人的身上，将整具尸体收进【物品栏】，随后走向被炸得塌方的山洞洞口。
莫斯萨克的身上再度泛起自然能量的魔法灵光，众猎魔人也用【阿尔德法印】从旁协助，大约一刻钟之后那些堵在洞口的巨石都被清理干净了。
老德鲁伊还特地把植物变成了矿洞里面支架的样子，稀疏而有序地支撑起了洞穴的岩壁，以后再碰到同等级的爆炸想来也不会再造成坍塌了。
虽然狼派以后打算搬迁到辛特拉，但是凯尔莫罕、尤其是元素之环依旧是不能够废弃的。这种可以永久性增强猎魔人法印的地形是其他学派都不具备的，甚至连术士兄弟会中都鲜有耳闻。
这才是一个大学派真正的底蕴，甚至兰恩觉得围绕着这个元素之环都能够建造起一座堪比艾瑞图萨的魔法学校，亦或者成立一个如同史凯利格的德鲁伊之环那样的施法者集会。
这个地点应该是当初猎魔人教团的术士们精心挑选出来的。由此也能够看出狼派究竟有多佛系、多浪费资源，坐拥这样一座真正的宝山却压根没有发展出匹配的势力。
……
“在到达元素之环之前，我们还有什么麻烦需要注意的吗？”离开山洞，眼前重新豁然开朗。
兰恩却猛然想起了什么，若有所指地朝着狼派的人问道。
杰洛特等人早就有所戒备地朝着四周张望了，他们的姿态也是兰恩问出这个问题的原因。
“如果我没有记错的话，这里还有一家子岩石巨魔。”杰洛特回忆道，“应该是三头。我当初进行试炼的时候只有一头，用【亚克席法印】很轻松地就过去了。”
兰恩指了指周围的这一圈子人，笑道：“现在遇到那些巨魔只会更轻松。”
“不过我们刚刚闹出了这么大的动静，又是炸弹又是雪崩，还有老矛头的怒吼和惨叫，这些巨魔想必早就躲起来了。”
事实也是如此，众人一路前进也没有遇到巨魔，这让从来没有见过这些类人生物的兰恩失望了好一阵。
但是他的注意力很快就被元素之环吸引过去了。
眼前是一个明显人工开凿出来的平台，建筑风格有种祭坛的样式，简单却又带着肃穆。
祭坛前面的几十个台阶已经坍塌了一小半，显然已经有些年头无人造访了。一行人必过缺口拾阶而上，入眼的是一堆破烂的蜡烛，还有四个火盆。
或许是因为山间风大的原因，这些物件居然没怎么积灰。
蜡烛下方的岩石护栏上面刻着各种密集的符文和上古文字，将整个岩石之环分为四个部分——
春天，象征生机勃勃的水元素；夏天，象征炎热和干旱的火元素；秋天，象征庄稼丰收的土元素；冬天，象征万物凋零、世界萧索的气元素。
水、火、土、气，这也是现今施法者体系的基本元素。可惜没有象征着“精神”的以太元素，不然就齐了。
众猎魔人同时感觉到自己脖子上面的徽章微微颤动，显然这里的混沌能量波动异常。
兰恩心有所感：或许，这才是现实世界中的【魔力之所】吧。
“接下来怎么做？”
听到问题，维瑟米尔指导道，“先把魔力耗光，然后再跪坐下来冥想。我们会帮你点亮四个火盆，完善法阵来帮助你聚拢魔力。”
“把魔力耗光？”兰恩挑了挑眉毛。
维瑟米尔点头：“有什么问题吗？将体内的能量耗尽，才能够更好地引导外界能量的注入。”
兰恩耸了耸肩，径直上前跪坐在地，然后左手高举朝天。
【阿尔德法印·魔力爆发】！
咆哮的狂风从掌心汹涌而出，山间的自然风一时间都被席卷进去，被裹挟着一起冲散了不远处的云雾。
众猎魔人的长发和衣袍被吹得烈烈作响，站得比较近的几人不免地眯上眼睛后退了几步，躲避风压。
“他确实很不错。”维瑟米尔对着老德鲁伊惊叹道，“听说他成为猎魔人才两年不到的时间？居然就能够有这样的魔力输出，换成一般的学徒这个时候连法印都还用不熟的。”
莫斯萨克矜持地微抬下颌：“不止呢。”
"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!"