The morning light shines through the mottled iron windows of the tower, illuminating the tapestries that are full of holes and are crisscrossed by insects.

In the creeping cold wind, Roy wakes up from the best wooden bed of Kyle Mohan.

As the youngest of the eight witch hunters, and taking into account the duties of chefs and dishwashers, he was arranged in the best room by a group of elder brothers and old men.

Nevertheless, the bedroom faithfully inherits the plain style of Wolf School. There is almost no furnishings or furniture, only a bed made of several wooden boards, a wardrobe and a chair. There are also some animal fur hanging on the walls and wooden doors, including wolf school hunting, stags, bobcats, etc.

Roy enjoyed a rare black and sweet sleep rather than meditation all night.

At the same time, he sorted out Kyle Mohan's plan.

The primary purpose is to form an alliance with the Wolf Sect. Although Resso and the others think that it is time to come to visit, they can reach a mutual assistance agreement with the Wolf Sect.

But I still have to try my best to promote the concept of the Witcher Brotherhood to Kelmohan and bring them into the team.

After all, it is only more than a year before the First Northern War, and time is not enough for everyone.

Secondly, he must make good use of Kyle Mohan's lost blueprint and gain the trust of the Wolf faction.

The locations of the six blueprints are all recorded in Roy's mind. They are not far from the castle, so it is very convenient to find them.

Finally, try to obtain the Wolf Pi mutant formula. Roy currently has the Flying Lion Monster, Cat Pi, and Snake Pi , so there is no hurry to do this task.

There are also some tasks in the middle, such as visiting the Elemental Ring, meeting the old Cyclops who are the Wolf Sect’s badge trial levels, finding a remote place to try to summon evil spirits, communicating with the Wolf Sect’s swordsmanship, magic seals, and learning something new.

If Roy remembers correctly, the Wolf Sect has more than five kinds of magic seals.

"I don't know if those guys get up."

Last night, adults from two schools exchanged experiences in picking up girls until midnight. If it weren't for Kyle Mohan Fortress, in the deep mountains and forests, these night owls would probably be unable to help but go out for fun together.

Put on his armor, carry his swords, and stuff the Golfen little black pig who is still sleeping soundly into his hood.

The young witch hunter stepped out of the wooden door and twitched.

"Little thing, it's quite heavy."

...

The wind blows between the fertile fields and the ridges, like an ice skate, perfectly showing the amazing power of the Blue Mountains in winter.

The big banyan tree in the courtyard looked like a trembling old woman, with haggard arms scattering in the wind and falling into the sky.

On the side of the training ground under the corner, there was a strong man doing morning exercises in the cold wind.

His swordsmanship posture was very solid. He raised the sword straight above his head with both hands, relaxed his shoulders, straightened his upper body, and had a T-step under his feet. Just standing still gives people a feeling of calmness like a mountain.

After he slowly took two steps forward, he dealt with the imaginary enemy in his mind for a second, and the steel sword suddenly slashed from top to bottom.

A bright white line flew across the air.

The man slashed the air with a powerful blow, and the sound of harsh breaking through the air sounded, and the flying leaves were blown away by the violent air flowing around.

The sharp and uncast sword blade slashed to the horizontal position and suddenly closed its momentum, as if a giant was carrying a hill.

A majestic and resolute aura was about to emerge.

The man stopped, raised his hands diagonally upward, and the hilt of the sword stood outside the left face. The sharp sword tip maintained a faint slope, forming a very standard bull position.

The strong body is like a bow with a full string, while the steel sword is his arrow focused on the enemy in the void.

"Swish--"

The steel sword thrust forward like a sharp light, and its strong body jumped forward, like a beast that was coming out of the gate.

He stepped out several meters in one step, and the fallen leaves danced with him.

Roy, who was watching, couldn't help but blink. The man was obviously facing his back, but this sting seemed to be coming to him.

The air is suppressed to the extreme.

He quietly tensed his body.

…

The sword swing continued.

The steel sword retreated to the waist and showed a plowing momentum.

The man began to dance his sword more quickly, rotating his wrists, and his steps moved forward, and the sword blade swung around him.

Another round.

The sword's momentum is endless, like a storm.

The sword light filled the entire training ground.

But his rotation is different from the flexibility and precision of the cat and violet.

He had a larger amplitude of each step, a lower pressure on the steel sword, a wider range, and a full sense of power.

In the spinning body, various tricks were interspersed with flowing water, pulling up, slashing down, and stabbing.

The sword style is very varied to the extreme.

Roy was so dazzling.

...

A breath-holding sword combo lasted for five minutes.

"Huh..." The man breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and his cheeks were soaked by sweat, squeezed out an ugly smile. The sweat swelled, and the huge scar on his right face looked even more ferocious.

"Good morning, Eskal, got up so early to train, are they still sleeping?"

"I'm used to it. I don't move every morning and feel uncomfortable. Don't you take a little longer? Do you want to practice together?"

The man picked up the training sword beside the wooden comb stake and threw it over.

Roy took the sword and danced a sword flower, lifted his sword and stepped into the training ground.

In front of the left foot and behind the right foot, the wooden sword stood on the right waist, and the tip of the sword locked the scar-faced man's throat, smiled, full of fighting spirit.

...

Ten minutes later.

The snake witch hunter was sweating heavily and leaned against the wooden comb stake with a deep face.

The Snake Sect’s Double Swords are tricky, the Cat Sect is accurate and fatal, and the Wolf Sect is varied.

But no matter which school or whoever he competes with, he is always abused and has almost no power to fight back.

Of course, the premise is that only swordsmanship can be used.

"I heard Resor say that you have only been in the first place for more than a year, and it is already quite good to be able to practice this level." Eskal patted his shoulder with admiration and handed the water bag. "I was fifteen or sixteen years old, and my sword skills were not as good as you. There is no doubt that Roy, you will be the leader of the Snake Sect in the future."

"If you lose, you lose, you don't need to comfort me... Eskal, ask," Roy took a sip of the water bag and stretched his eyebrows. It was not water, but a slightly sweet green liquid, like some kind of juice to quench thirst and replenish physical energy. "In Kelmohan, which of you four is the strongest?"

"The battle changes rapidly, and there will be great fluctuations due to physical and psychological factors. I can only say a little bit," Eskal leaned against the wooden stake and rubbed his middle-parted hair in a dilemma. "Anyway, Lambert is the weakest, including swordsmanship and magic seals, because he is the youngest and has not yet reached the golden age of the demon hunter."

"When talking about swordsmanship, Visemir is the well-deserved number one... Geralt is not bad either."

Roy nodded. After all, the old man was there, three times more than they were, mastering various schools of swordsmanship... and had rich practical experience.

"I can only be in the middle," Eskal said, "to fight them during the battle."

"Master Eskal, you are too modest. In my opinion, your swordsmanship is not inferior to Geralt." Roy had seen the swordsmanship of White Wolf in Brockleon, and it was as elegant as a dance.

And Eskal is even wilder.

"Master Eskal, after practicing swordsmanship, can you guide me to the Seal?"

"The guidance is not enough. Let's exchange experiences with each other. You can use all the seals you have mastered first, so let me see."

...

In the spacious courtyard, the young witch hunter with black hair and golden eyes kept making strange gestures in the air, releasing magic seals towards the spinning dummy.

Five kinds of spells flash and rise - the yellowish Quinn, the purple Yaden, the red Igni, the blue Yakshi, the blue Alder...

To form a cycle, Roy used it without stopping.

"Stop, enough. Roy, you gave me another surprise." Escar wrapped his hands around his chest, and his amber pupils were full of surprise. "As soon as he passed the trial of the grass, he had such superb magical control, and his future was unlimited."

"Well, your seal release is completely fine. The movement is very standard, but it's not proficient enough... It requires a lot of uninterrupted practice to further shorten the release time."

Roy wiped off the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, because the ancient blood enhanced the elemental affinity, his control of the magic seal had made great progress compared to before.

"But I don't understand... Your teacher has only taught you five kinds of seals?" Eskal asked,

"To be precise, the Snake Sect has mastered five kinds of Dharma Seals in total." Roy smiled when he heard this, raised his head, like a student waiting for guidance with anticipation, and said respectfully, "From what you mean, is there still the sixth Dharma Seal?"

"It's not a secret, it's okay to tell you..." Eskal unknowingly raised his head and raised his chest and paced around the yard. "In addition to the five magic seals you just cast, there is also a Helio Tropp magic seal."

"It is used similarly to Quinn, but Quinn's Seal is mainly used to resist physical strikes... while Helio is used to defend against elemental energy, which is also magic. It has a good resistance to flame, lightning, and freezing."

"The Wolf Sect happens to master this kind of seal."

After all, with the living fossil of Visemir, it is not surprising that the Wolf Sect has more than the Snake Sect to master one more magic seal.

Eskal's thick palm stood in front of him, and his five fingers quickly made a strange gesture - his index finger and ring finger were close to the palm, his little finger was bent halfway, and his big thumb and middle finger were straightened.

"Swish-"
To be continued...