Starting from childhood, every demon hunter has to take the herb potion dozens of times. Most children will die when they take it for the first time because their bodies cannot bear the pain of mutation. This is also the most difficult part of the Herb Trial. Even with the assistance of a warlock, the success rate is only about 30%.

As these children grow, their organs will undergo extremely serious mutations under the influence of the potion and become more adapted to chaos magic.

In addition to allowing demon hunters to have a metabolic rate dozens of times faster than that of ordinary people, these mutated organs also make their body functions extremely powerful. Their physical strength, resistance, recovery, explosive power and spell speed are far beyond that of ordinary people.

In addition, these mutant organs can convert the demon hunter's physical and mental strength into chaos magic, store it in their bodies, and use it to cast the demon hunter's sigils.

This is why the effect of demonic metal on demon hunters is far less than that on spellcasters.

Of course, this physical mutation does not bring all benefits. The years of painful torture during the Green Grass Trial period has caused a certain degree of distortion in the minds of most demon hunters, and the mutation of various organs in the body has also seriously affected the production of various pheromones in their bodies, destroyed certain functions of their bodies, and even caused many demon hunters to become directly paralyzed.

Although their lifespans can be extended to several hundred years, after becoming demon hunters, their bodies have become vastly different from those of humans. Not only can they no longer reproduce, it is even questionable whether they are still human.

Standing in the center of the training ground, Wayne took a deep breath. As a half-elf, he had a slight advantage in agility and spirit. Coupled with the spiritual blessing of two lives as a human, once he calmed down, he could clearly feel the flow of the chaotic magic stored in his body.

Following Vesemir's instructions, he stared at the wooden dummy in the training ground, concentrated his mind, mobilized the chaos magic in his body, made an Igni Seal gesture with his left hand, and gently pushed the dummy.

In an instant, he felt the chaotic magic power in his body, under his control, blending and tumbling according to certain rules, turning into a stream of hot energy that quickly rose along his arm and rushed directly out of the palm of his left hand.

In less than a few seconds, a dazzling yellow flame shot out from the palm of his hand and exploded directly in the air.

Although the fireball was only the size of a watermelon and flew less than half a meter, he successfully cast the Igni Sign on the first try. This magical talent shocked Vesemir who was watching from the side.

Looking at the demon hunter apprentice who was beaming with joy because he had successfully cast the spell, the old demon hunter smacked his lips, coughed lightly, and said:

"Well, kid, don't be proud."

"Your talent for sigils is indeed great, but I have seen several demon hunter apprentices with talents like yours hundreds of years ago."

"Now, calm down and continue to cast other seals."

After hearing this, Wayne calmed down his joy. He had been in the demon hunter world for so long, and although he had gone through some painful trials, he finally became a demon hunter.

But so far, apart from his improved physical abilities, he has not really experienced the magic of swords and magic.

Now that he had cast the Igni Sign with his own hands, he finally felt the true power of magic.

After the successful experience of casting the Igni Sign, Wayne successfully completed the next four signs on his first try, which made Vesemir both excited and a little worried.

As the grand mentor of the Wolf School's witchers, he certainly hopes that a powerful witcher will emerge in the school.

But as an elder who has lived for hundreds of years and experienced countless joys and sorrows, the old demon hunter knows very well that people with outstanding talents often do not represent success, but more hardships, or even death.

The life of a genius is always full of twists and turns, and there are often only very few geniuses who can survive to the end and truly achieve great achievements.

But no matter what Vesemir thought, Wayne was quite happy after successfully casting five sigils.

In addition to being happy about his talent, he also heard the system's prompt after casting the seal only five times.

Seal proficiency +1, current progress: 1.

He discovered that the proficiency of seals seemed to be easier to improve than swordsmanship, and unlike swordsmanship which was affected by age and body shape, seals not only had offense and defense, control, and traps, but were also quite simple to use.

Thinking of this, Wayne secretly made a decision. He planned to focus his training on the seal first, and try to acquire enough self-protection ability in the shortest possible time.

Anyway, the demon hunter's lifespan is long enough, and as long as he can survive, his swordsmanship will definitely become stronger and stronger.

However, that is something to be considered later.

After successfully casting five seals, Wayne smiled at the old demon hunter and said, "Teacher, I have completed your task. You can give me a reward now."

Looking at this smiling face, which was rare among the expressionless witchers, Vesemir temporarily put aside his worries and showed an approving smile on his face.

He took out an antique dagger with a sheath from his waist, reached out and touched Wayne's short golden hair, then handed the dagger to him and said:

"Child, this is a very useful meteorite dagger. It was given to me as a gift by a master blacksmith. It can cut through the hard bodies of monsters."

"I originally wanted to wait until your birthday to give it to you, but you behaved very well today, so I'll give it to you as a reward in advance."

Wayne took the reward with excitement, and at the same time he heard the system prompt that the task was completed.

Normal level, [Training Mission] completed.

Rewards: 3 experience points and an ordinary treasure chest.

Ordinary treasure chest: can randomly obtain a certain amount of gold or ordinary-level random items.

Although the rewards for ordinary-level tasks seem a bit shabby, with the experience points for the task rewards being only 3 points, Wayne doesn't mind.

As it only takes 100 experience points to reach the second level, if he takes a training task from Vesemir every day, it will only take about a month for him to level up by one level, which feels pretty good.

Thinking of this, Wayne gathered his scattered thoughts, put aside the meteorite dagger that Vesemir had given him, wiped his forehead which was sweating from casting five sigils in a row, and said to the old demon hunter, "Teacher, let me meditate for a few minutes, and then we will continue practicing."

"I am not afraid of hardship. Please don't be shy and use the strictest standards to hold me to account."

Seeing that Wayne was not proud of his talent, but required himself to teach him more strictly, Vesemir nodded with relief.

The smile on his face flashed away, and he immediately said in a scolding voice:

"Successfully casting the sigil is only the basic of the demon hunter's basics."

"You are still far behind in casting speed, casting cost, and casting timing."

"Next, I will teach you strictly."

(End of this chapter)