Contract Black Wind gained another skill point, and Lan En had already planned the use of this skill point. Even if all the system skills were unlocked now, it would not stop Lan En from clicking on that skill.
Lann couldn't wait to start operating the system: add points - [Combat] category, [Adrenaline] subcategory, skill [Undead]!
[Undead]: When your health drops to 0, if you still have adrenaline points, you can use adrenaline to instantly restore your health. The amount of recovery depends on the amount of adrenaline used and the skill level. (1/5)
These are the two great skills in the [Combat] category that are as famous as [Unmovable as a Mountain], and now they are finally all in Lann's hands!
Before Lan could savor the changes in his body, he heard Jeroen's voice behind him -
The demon hunter looked at the energetic Black Wind being intimate with Lan in disbelief and asked:
"Just now, it was the same. You were pulled back from the failed mutation in an instant. Now it's the same again. You restored a deformed horse to its original state... Even the warlocks I've seen have never been able to do this. What kind of power is this?"
A solemn question came from behind Lan En. Lan En had experienced this kind of question several times.
He was just fooling around in the past, but now he is the true heir of the ancient blood with a solid identity, traceable history, heritage and power!
"Have you ever heard of the prophecy of the end of the world made by the elven sage Islini?"
Geron nodded. This content was indeed mentioned in the Griffin School's collection of books: "The world will be destroyed by white frost, and the blood of the ancients will bring spring and resurrection..."
At this point in time, although the existence of the Ancient Blood is no secret to the supernatural world, and even some mortals who study history know of the existence of the Ancient Blood, only a few warlocks who specialize in genealogical research have sorted out the bloodline tracing of the Ancient Blood.
In other words, those who know that the words "Cintra", "Le'Anlun" and "Fiona" are related to the Ancient Blood are all big boss-level characters, and they have also kept this world-destroying secret very well.
Therefore, apart from people like Mossak who know him well, there are not many people who can judge that Lann has the blood of the ancients just by saying "Leianlun".
Lann was not afraid to tell Geron at this time. Not to mention that the demon hunters themselves had no need for the blood of the ancients, and the Griffin School was famous for its chivalry; the relationship between Geron and Lann alone was already a direct master-disciple relationship.
Considering the setting of "accidental child", it would be no problem for him to even call Jielong "adoptive father"
Jielong also had enough knowledge and didn't think in that direction at first. After being enlightened by Lann, his eyes became strange.
It's true that Demon Hunters have no need for the Ancient Blood, but they can make more money with it. The Ancient Blood is a power that the elves and many other races have spent centuries dreaming of taking from humans, so how did the Griffin School get it so confusingly?
As for the sudden awakening of the ancient blood, he didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, his own magic source had also awakened after a second mutation, right?
As for whether the ancient blood can do what Lann just did, Jielong can only choose to believe it. Because the ancient blood has always been described in the records with vague words such as "saving the world" and "destroying the world", no one knows what the ancient blood is capable of.
Therefore, Geron was happy to see this happen, and at the same time he was more certain of the guidance of "fate" and regained confidence in the future of the Griffin School.
"Then what's next, Lann." Geron's tone became more friendly. "You need to go back to Kael Siren with me. You need to learn a lot of knowledge, undergo witcher training, and master the magic signs..."
Lan listened with a smile, and after the other party finished speaking, he replied: "But before that, I need to go back to my home first."
He pointed at his eyes and said, "After all, before I came out, no one thought things would turn out like this. Although I am happy to see this result, I have to explain it to the people around me."
Gerald had no reason to refuse, but he frowned when he heard it. Witchers were not robbers or human traffickers. In the past, witcher apprentices were either sent away by their parents through the "Law of Accidents" or were orphans. There had never been a case like Lann.
This is not good. This little griffin is a knight. Will his family let him go?
Jeron looked at Lann's body, which was only covered with a pair of cotton pants due to the experiment, and suddenly turned back and went into the laboratory. After a while, he took out a set of silver-black medium-weight armor, a pair of steel and silver swords and a griffin necklace.
Lann had a strange look on his face. The simple appearance of this set of armor made it feel like a family heirloom. Could it be the one that Jielong wore before?
Fortunately, Lann and Geron are of similar size, and the inventory also gives prompts in a timely manner: [Obtained·Top Griffin Set], [Obtained·Griffin School Demon Hunter Badge]
In the original novel, Gerald was in possession of the blueprints for the Grandmaster-level demon hunter equipment, but it seems that he has not had time to upgrade his own equipment.
This set of armor has obviously been carefully maintained. According to Jielong, this set of armor is mixed with an alloy of meteorite iron and silver, some of the joints on the upper body are made of dragon leather, and the pair of swords are mixed with magic-blocking gold!
Should we say that he is worthy of being a witcher of the Griffin School who lives in the Golden Age and owns an ancient elven magic castle? The value of this armor is even greater than that of a small manor.
In addition to the character and conduct of a knight, the Griffin Demon Hunter also has the best lifestyle and personal image. Lann observed that this armor was not the standard appearance in the game. For example, the color was painted silver-black, and the large chicken breast-shaped plate armor at the waist and abdomen was also adjusted to the abdomen and other adjustments.
It should be a modification to meet the combat needs of various environments. It makes sense. According to the design of the original game that imitates the knight's plate armor, it is estimated that it is difficult to even bend down. Demon hunters are not like real knights who wear armor only when they fight. They wear armor as clothes.
To give you an intuitive image, it’s like adding beautiful DLC griffin armor in the previous life.
At this moment, Lann's temperament looked simple and dignified, gorgeous and majestic, just like a knight walking out of the illustrations of poems.
Jielong looked at Lan En with satisfaction as if he were an old father. Then he took out a set of softcover books, handed one of them to Lan En and said, "This is a magical item. Whatever is written on the blank page of this book will appear on the corresponding page of another book, so that they can communicate with each other."
This was a reward that Geron had dug out in Kael Siren before. The avalanche destroyed everything in Kael Siren, and the warlocks were unable to take away the heritage. Although most of the books and magic props had been destroyed, as long as you were careful, you could always dig out some.
"I will open a portal for you to return to Cintra in a moment. Use this to contact me when you have dealt with your affairs there."
Lann was stunned: "You won't come with me... No, can you open the portal?"
Geron nodded reservedly, then explained: "I have to go back to Kel Siren to make some preparations for your future training. This is a very long project."
Lann felt helpless after hearing this. He originally thought that he could take a 200-year-old witcher teacher home, which would ensure his safety. Now he could only think of other ways.
He had never seen how Jielong really took action. If he saw it, he would probably turn back no matter what.
"Oh right." Lann seemed to suddenly remember something. "How long did my mutation last?"
Jaylon counted the days and answered, "About a year."
The faint smile on Lan's face disappeared in an instant, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Seeing his disciple's face change drastically and rushing into the portal he opened, Geron stayed there for a while, then waved his hand and opened another portal to Kel Siren.
Looking at the snow-covered and broken walls of Kell Siren in front of him, although his heart was filled with dark clouds, a ray of sunshine had already penetrated the dark clouds. Because the heavy stone that had been weighing on his heart had been removed, the future of the Griffin School was no longer dark.
"Let the young people go out and explore the world. I have to set up the house rules..."
Jaylon said making himself laugh, he never expected that he would start calling others "youngsters".
Renovating the castle is a huge project, and even with the use of magic it may take months or even years, but what Geron lacks the least now is time.
"I'm a mentor now... all the things I just said, the things I gave, and the arrangements I made should be fine, right?"
Jielong was worried and prayed in his heart: "He must come back..."
Suddenly, in this place that should have been quiet and deserted, a voice came from the foot of the mountain. The sound was absorbed and reduced by the layers of snow in the process of transmission, but it was still accurately transmitted to the ears of the demon hunter.
"Jeroen?"
Jielong turned around suddenly and saw an old man wearing yellow-brown medium-weight plate armor. He came from the sentry tower at the foot of the mountain, carrying a bag full of books and scrolls across his body. He looked more like a scholar than a warrior. The moment he saw Jielong, the old man's old age gradually melted away, and an indescribable vitality slowly awakened.
A badge of the Griffin School gleamed on his chest.
"Kelda?!"
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Sintra, the capital.
Mossak walked quickly in the corridor with a gloomy face.
There was a royal guard guarding every five steps in the corridor, and behind them were the royal family members who came to seek refuge. All the doors were wide open, and the people inside were eager not to miss any news that might come from the outside world.
In front of Mossak's left, a young girl's voice could be heard whispering a prayer:
"May the Lion lead us to the safety of your arms, hold us close with light, and protect us. From the dark sun of the Empire that erodes our souls..."
Inside the room, two girls were praying softly in front of the three-lion flag hanging on the wall. When they heard footsteps coming from outside the door, they turned around uneasily and knelt down to salute the person who came:
"Advisor Mossack..."
The further we went, the more prayers we heard and the more chaotic they became.
"Queen Calanthe will surely defeat Nilfgaard and allow us to return home soon..."
"The Lion of Cintra is invincible..."
Every time Mossak passed a door, someone would greet him until he reached the end of the corridor.
That was the only room with a closed door. There were several times more guards than ordinary rooms stationed in front of the door to guard it. The sound of fierce quarrel could be faintly heard from inside.
Mossak pushed the door open with force, and immediately a girl's scream pierced his eardrums:
"It's not fair that I'm the only one stuck here!"
"These are orders from the King and Queen, Your Highness."
"Then why didn't you go, why are you here!"
"It is my duty to protect you. This is the honor of my life, Your Highness."
"What can you protect? You can't even protect Lann! I took you out of the cell just because I didn't want Lann's property to be damaged. It doesn't mean you have the right to be here!"
In addition to outside the door, there were also many guards and royal stewards in the house. When they saw Mossak suddenly push the door open, everyone turned around and saluted him, interrupting Ciri's yelling at Sword.
Mossak deadpanned, "He's here because of my advice, and I gave him that advice because he defeated all the royal guards."
Ciri's eyes were red and she said nothing.
Mossak had a blank expression on his face, but he sighed with pity in his heart: You can't be a child anymore, Ciri, you have to grow up quickly.
"The Nilfgaardians have entered the city." Mossak looked around at the guards. After he finished speaking, he turned to the royal steward and asked, "How many citizens and nobles have taken refuge in the castle?"
After hearing what Mossak said, the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly changed.