An Epic Upgrade for the Witcher

Lyra looked at the demon hunter's azure Cat Eyes, suddenly feeling a little sad.

In order to hunt powerful monsters that threaten humans, demon hunters have to take these very harmful medicines.

But after making such sacrifices, they are still being rejected by many humans, and are being conspired to harm and slandered by some nobles and wizards out of certain interests...

Mutants, monsters, freaks, creatures punished by the gods and contrary to nature...

The vicious curses were compiled into a book by the conspirators, treated as a joke by the ignorant, and regarded as the truth...

The seeds of contempt and hatred are planted, but one doesn't know what kind of flowers will bloom.

Obviously these people are the beneficiaries of the existence of demon hunters...

As she thought about it, her mood became even lower, but she didn't know what to say or what to do.

after all.

She is just an ordinary priest of Temple of Melitele.

Ailin looked at Lyra because of his two words, and inexplicably looked at him with pity.

The pity, sympathy and admiration in his eyes were as if he was terminally ill but still working hard for the future of his dog boss.

I couldn't help but scratch my head, thinking about where I had misunderstood those two sentences I just said.

After thinking about it for a long time, I had no idea. I could only sigh with emotion, "It's so difficult to understand a woman's mind." Then she changed the subject and said:

"What are you going to eat tonight? I've been looking forward to it since I heard your voice across the small garden."

Lyra After hearing this, he remembered what he was doing when he came here. He quickly collected his emotions and said with a smile:

"Today is not the food in the temple cafeteria."

"Arland In the inner city, the owner of the Bearded Tavern asked Nannick to deliver the baby. I will help..."

"After I finished, I saw that the black pepper sausages and raspberry jam bread made by the tavern were good, so I brought you one too..."

As she spoke she lifted up the clean white linen cloth from the basket.

An alluring aroma of meat fat and sweet food immediately hits your face, whetting your appetite.

"Ah," the demon hunter took a deep breath with some exaggeration, "It looks very good, I can't wait for it."

His meal in the iconostasis was indeed very good.

Lyra would often be like today, when he went out to deliver babies or treat diseases with Nannick, he would think of bringing him a piece of delicious food whenever he saw it.

to be honest.

For so many days, except for breakfast, he had not eaten much food in the temple.

Although the food in the canteen is also very good.

"Hehehe~" Lyra smiled sweetly and handed the basket to him, "If you like to eat, I will buy it for you when I go out in the next few days..."

Then she seemed to suddenly remember something, paused, and asked hesitantly:

"You... can hear my voice across the small garden?"

The witcher took the basket, smiled and nodded.

"Then you... then did you... did you hear... um... that's..."

The little priest hesitated to speak, his cheeks turned red.

"The song is very nice," the demon hunter gave a thumbs up, "I didn't expect your voice to be so good..."

The words have not yet finished.

The blush on his cheeks instantly filled the little priest's entire face, even spreading to his slender and fair neck.

It is particularly suitable for the clouds behind her that are dyed red by the sunset.

"I suddenly remembered that there seems to be something to do at Nannick. I'll leave first..."

The little priest was silent for two seconds and quickly turned his head.

As if there was really something important to do to save the world, she took small steps and trotted towards the garden with her dress fluttering.

"This basket?"

"Forget it! I'll pick it up tomorrow morning..."

Lyra left, and after the demon hunter finished his lunch while it was hot, he continued refining.

In addition to the difficulty of strengthening corpse-eating creatures to Alchemy LV4, which requires the use of an alchemical technique to refine ordinary Necrophage Oil, it is somewhat difficult.

The rest of the decoctions and bombs are only at Alchemy LV2 level.

So Ailin quickly processed all the materials and refined several copies.

but.

Because it was already dark and there were many pregnant women in the temple, Ailin put away the refined bombs Moon Dust and Dragon's Dream.

Wait until tomorrow to walk into the Mahakam mountain range and find a place to experiment.

Enhanced Necrophage Oil For similar reasons, at least you have to wait until the next time you encounter a corpse-eating creature before you can try the effect.

After all, he couldn't go around looking for monsters just to try a magic potion.

Besides, the ordinary Ghoul probably won't be able to tell the difference between the ordinary Necrophage Oil and Enhanced Necrophage Oil.

certainly.

Not everything that is refined cannot be tested...

"Adrenaline builds up faster until the enemy hits you..."

The demon hunter swung the dark red potion that looked like thick blood and murmured the effect of Giant Ghoul Decoction.

I didn't think so before.

After refining Giant Ghoul Decoction, the demon hunter suddenly had an idea and thought of the magic potion Blizzard.

When experimenting with this potion, it was also controlled by adrenaline to enter the "bullet time" state.

So...

"If I drink Giant Ghoul Decoction first and then Blizzard, what will be the effect?"

The witcher was curious about this.

However, due to the toxicity of the blizzard, he could only drink two bottles in a row.

Generally speaking, the toxicity of decoctions is far greater than that of ordinary potions.

So Ailin doesn't know if he can withstand the toxicity of Giant Ghoul Decoction plus the snowstorm.

"Hiss-hoo-"

After taking a deep breath, the witcher drank the thick, rusty decoction in one gulp.

The moment the potion entered his throat, he felt as if his throat had been branded with a branding iron, and the searing pain made him unbearable.

Immediately afterwards.

The pain flowed down the esophagus and into the stomach pouch.

It was like lava flowing through it all the way.

"Hmph~"

Ailin frowned and couldn't help but snorted.

Because Swamp Hag Mutagen Inducer in Swamp Hag Decoction is very rare, after Vengerberg refined a decoction, a new one has not been split until now.

Therefore, after refining a portion, I never encountered any danger of being too powerful, so I was reluctant to use it.

In fact, when he faced Giant Ghoul a few days ago, he was ready to use it.

Unexpectedly, the monster ran away without even fighting.

So this is the first time Ailin has used decoction.

Unexpectedly, this gave him a disincentive.

After entering the stomach pouch, the burning pain subsided a lot.

However, unlike ordinary potions, this decoction is digested very slowly. The demon hunter estimated that it would take at least three hours to digest it.

"So the duration of this decoction should be at least three hours."

Ailin thought to himself.

The next second.

A stream of heat rushed straight to the kidneys on both sides of the witcher's waist, as if both kidneys were soaked in a slightly hot hot spring.

To be honest, it's not very comfortable.

Therefore, after the demon hunter felt the changes carefully, he had an idea in his mind.

Try to stimulate the adrenal medulla.

This would have taken at least a second if there was no danger in the past.

But this time.

Almost instantly, the adrenaline medulla surged out with half as much adrenaline as it had a few hours ago.

After a large amount of adrenaline was secreted, the demon hunter's breathing accelerated significantly, and his heart and blood flow accelerated as if there was a river flowing in his veins..

The azure blue Cat Eyes not only became rounder, but even expanded by a quarter.

The demon hunter can feel that his strength, agility and reflexes have increased by 20%.

Such a powerful improvement has never been seen before when adrenaline was stimulated in the past.

I don't know if it's because the demon hunter's body is much stronger than that of ordinary people and has been transformed.

In the past, when Ailin stimulated the adrenal medulla to secrete adrenaline, it could only increase by one percent at most.

And this time, although the adrenaline secreted was only half as much, it was like crossing a certain threshold, rising like a cliff.

"Haha!"

"Not to mention other effects, just for the improvement of overall strength, this Giant Ghoul Decoction can be called a miracle medicine..."

The witcher was a little excited.

What's more important is that this lifting effect can last for at least three hours.

Next.

Ailin tried using the seal and Ice Lance Spell again.

The power has been improved, but it is only the effect of improved attributes.

It is not like in the game, after using up a seal, you can use one bar of adrenaline to release another seal in an instant.

As for "survival in death" in the game, when the health value drops to 0%, adrenaline will be consumed immediately to restore a certain percentage of health value.

Because of the incredible effect of Giant Ghoul Decoction, some hot-headed demon hunters thought about it and took the initiative to lower the temperature of their brains...

Didn't dare try.

But even without some of the cheating effects in the game, Ailin is content.

The strength is improved by at least one-fifth...

Three hours!!!

What kind of bike do you need?

What's more, the formula of Giant Ghoul Decoction is much easier to obtain than other decoctions that take several months to split a portion of the mutation inducer.

Ailin The Giant Ghoul bone marrow obtained by killing that Giant Ghoul was almost enough for him to refine two to three hundred bottles of decoction.

"Tsk, tsk, the world is so diverse!"

The demon hunter felt it again, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional at the sense of power brought about by the surge of adrenaline.

When playing games in his previous life, he had never used Giant Ghoul Decoction.

He is not a high-level player. Unless the level is suppressed, it is not easy to kill a monster without taking any damage.

I didn't expect that Giant Ghoul Decoction's effect would be so powerful after traveling through time.

After calming his breathing, the witcher took out a bottle of Blizzard from the reagent bag on his waist.

Follow closely.

After thinking for a few seconds, he took out another bottle of White Honey and put it at hand.

The toxicity of Giant Ghoul Decoction and the magic potion Blizzard should not reach his poison resistance limit.

However, in order to prevent a sudden increase in toxicity after the two magic potions are fused.

The demon hunter still placed White Honey, which purified the poison and eliminated the effect of the potion, within easy reach.

Then.

"Gulu~"

The moment the blue potion was swallowed, the demon hunter's temples suddenly swelled as if they were about to burst.

This made Ailin couldn't help but groan, but after getting used to it, it was bearable.

Then the whites of the eyes around the azure Cat Eyes quickly became icy blue again.

"It really works!"

The witcher cheered softly with joy.

He could feel that the energy of the blizzard in his mind was a quarter higher than the last time he used it.

And with a thought, adrenaline surged out at the same time.

The "bullet time" state switches almost seamlessly, and the "time" slowing down effect seems to have increased from one-twentieth to one-twenty-fifth of the original flow rate.

"Giant Ghoul Decoction and Potion Blizzard are a perfect match!"

After carefully understanding it, the demon hunter excitedly recalled the process of hunting monsters in the past.

There is no doubt about it.

In this state, he can hunt Greater Griffin on his own without relying on the assistance of Vesemir and Mary!

After a few more attempts, the blizzard's energy disappeared.

But the side effects of the potion, the swelling and pain in the temples and brain, did not disappear.

This is a warning that the toxins accumulated in the body are approaching a breaking point.

"It would be great if in reality, there were various resistance talents..."

The witcher couldn't help but sigh as he felt the slowly metabolizing toxins in his body.

There is no need for other effects of the alchemy school. As long as it can light up the talent of quickly metabolizing toxins, the demon hunter doesn't know how strong he can be after drinking the full effect of the potion...

Think of this.

He couldn't help but think of Thomas Moreu who should be in the Kaer Morhen dungeon.

"Although there is no talent for enhancing poison tolerance in the skill tree of Second Mutation in the game..."

"But it can be seen from the effect of Giant Ghoul Decoction that some effects in the game will basically have functional changes that are consistent with reality in reality..."

"So Second Mutation will definitely enhance the poison hunter's tolerance in reality..."

"I just don't know when I can get the Second Mutation information from Thomas Moreu..."

At the same time.

Pontar River is a cliff next to a fork in the road less than one kilometer away from Vergen.

"Dean, as far as I can find, the last traces of Thomas Moreu and Macaque are here..."

A wizard wearing a black robe with stars on his head stood up from the ground after hesitating for a few seconds.

A bright silver arrow-shaped magic glow immediately disappeared into the soil.

Respectfully still at the side of another middle-aged wizard.

The middle-aged wizard remained silent and looked at the place where the arrow disappeared for a long time.

The evening wind in the mountains howled and blew his black robes.

"Someone deliberately erased their traces." The middle-aged wizard said.

This is a yes, not a question.

And before the other wizard could reply, the middle-aged wizard analyzed himself:

"They were not dead, but their traces were deliberately erased."

"And with such a clean method, even you can't predict where to go..."

"It's because I haven't studied my skills deeply enough..." The wizard bowed humbly.

The middle-aged wizard waved his hand and interrupted:

"I'm not blaming you..."

"Concealing traces is easier than tracing. It can show fluctuations that even I can't detect. There may not be a warlock in the Northern Continent who is better than you and the trace-finding spell..."

"I'm just weird..."

The middle-aged wizard paused.

"What is the dean wondering about?" another wizard asked.

"Who would take the risk of offending Ben Ad and attack our people..." The middle-aged wizard lowered his head and pondered for two seconds before murmuring:

"Dead people are always easier to cover their tracks..."

"So what did Thomas Moreu and Macaque know..."

"Which one would rather take the huge risk of being discovered and capture them alive?"