Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan and Battle Cries
[Gains: Experience Orbs *25, One-Eyed Nekker's Purification Spirit *2, Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan *1, Battle Cry: Berserk]
White-quality @#￥%&'s Chest contain Experience Orbs, but each chest contains five Experience Orbs.
That's really good.
The blue ones are the One-Eyed Nekker's Purification Spirit, the purple ones are the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan, and the gold ones are a newly appeared skill—Battle Cry.
It has to be said.
As expected of a large monster with a level of 74, even the lowest quality of the treasure chest is better than the blue quality of a regular monster treasure chest.
With a thought, you can view the specific information about the purple and gold qualities.
[Name: The Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan]
[Type: One-time use magical item]
[Function: By placing a rope around the target's neck and tightening the buckle, the mind of a low-intelligence target can be confused, greatly increasing the probability of the target recognizing its master.]
[Note: Capturing humanoid creatures is not currently supported. What are you thinking? This is a giant beast snare!]
The moment the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan, the majestic and handsome image of the Greater Griffin naturally came to mind.
Disposable magic props...
Behemoth Loop...
"This is just the riding rope from a regular game in my past life..." Ailin thought to himself, "If only I had gotten this item sooner..."
The rugged scene of riding a giant beast in the cutscene really made him envious.
It's hard to imagine that he had this item before encountering the Greater Griffin...
Tsk tsk...
What man could resist the temptation of riding a giant beast and soaring through the sky?
However, it is quite difficult to find the Greater Griffin that live deep in the mountains and cliffs right now.
"I can only wait until things are settled in Arland before I go back to Kaer Morhen and ask," the Witcher thought to himself. "Perhaps the more experienced Witcher Master might have some ideas."
He wasn't worried about whether the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan could capture a top-tier magical creature like the Greater Griffin...
According to his observations.
The "velociraptor" in the treasure chest cutscene is much stronger than the Greater Griffin, both in size and power.
You need to know.
The One-Eyed Nekker was already enormous, a creature that they could call a behemoth.
Its size and strength are self-evident.
The Greater Griffin are nothing compared to them.
Thinking of this, the Witcher suddenly remembered a serious question.
How big must the rope be to be used by the One-Eyed Nekker to capture giant beasts?
Does he really have the ability to grasp and utilize it?
With a thought, he summoned the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
A long green rope, about the thickness of a witcher's arm and radiating a white magical glow, crashed to the ground.
"Just as I thought..." Ailin felt the information coming from his mind and breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew it.
How could he have gotten an item from the treasure chest that he couldn't use...?
Even the worst rotten flesh can be fed to trolls.
This Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan can adapt to the size of the creature being used, changing its thickness accordingly.
In fact...
This rope is very light, weighing not much more than a normal bottle of Specter Oil.
Moreover, according to the "instructions for use" transmitted in his mind, once the Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan successfully lassos the target and tightens the rope, it will automatically dissolve into the target's body, restricting its "heart".
It seems more like a materialization of a contract magic.
"Truly amazing..." The witcher stroked the textured plant leaves, clicking his tongue in admiration. "I wonder how the One-Eyed Clan invented such a magical artifact..."
Thinking this, he murmured "One-Eyed Clan" a few more times.
Although the name sounds like an ancient tribal system where people ate raw meat and drank blood.
But even he, with his alchemy skill at LV4, couldn't comprehend the creative process behind such a miraculous creation. It was like a divine magical artifact. Just how powerful must the enemy of this One-Eyed Clan be?
The Witcher felt a ticklish sensation in his heart, as if countless kittens were scratching at his soul.
He was eager to know.
What exactly is that enormous black shadow buried in the sand and mist?
What kind of enemy would drive a powerful One-Eyed Clan to fight to the death, with a determination to die for their cause?
"Phew~"
Take a deep breath to calm your somewhat excited heart.
With a thought, the demon hunter Giant Beast Lasso of the One-Eyed Clan from his inventory and began to examine the gold-quality "War Cry" that he had just obtained.
He was very curious.
Items like the Giant Beast Catching Rope can only be considered purple quality; how powerful would a gold quality Battle Cry be?
[Name: Rampage]
[Type: Warcry]
[Learning Requirements: Water Affinity 2, Earth Affinity 2, Fire Affinity 2, Air Affinity 2, Mystic 50]
[Function: Consumes mana for a roar, causing friendly targets within range to enter a berserk state unique to the One-Eyed Clan for a certain period of time. After the berserk state ends, they enter a weakened state.]
[Note: This is the first warcry that every qualified member of the One-Eyed Clan must learn.]
The power isn't visible on the skill panel.
It can only be said that the three terms "friendly target within range", "a certain time", and "unique to the One-Eyed Clan" are somewhat ambiguous.
What is the range of "within range"? How long is "a little time"? And how powerful is the unique power of the One-Eyed Clan?
Ailin still remembers the treasure chest animation, where it seemed like thousands of people were affected by the viewer's roar.
Moreover, the size of the One-Eyed Serpent Giant and the behemoth beneath it both increased by a quarter.
No matter how you look at it, an enhancement that can change one's body shape is definitely outrageous.
"I happen to meet all the learning requirements, I'll give it a try after I get back to Kaer Morhen..."
After making up his mind, Ailin learned the skill with a thought, and then set his sights on the last nine one-eyed ghost Nekker's Chest.
but.
After thinking it over for a few more seconds, the Witcher decided not to open the treasure chests right now.
The items dropped by the One-Eyed Nekker are all of extremely high quality.
Moreover, the "first Battlecry" note in "Battlecry: Berserk" made the Witcher feel a little itchy.
In the treasure chest animation, this battle cry, which grants a powerful status buff with a single shout, perfectly matches the fighting style of Witchers, especially the Monster Hunting Legion.
Once there's a first one, there will be a second, a third...
If possible, the Witcher would like to learn as many skills as possible.
therefore.
He plans to see if he can see the Goddess Meritellie again in his "dreams" in the next few days, get another lucky buff, and then open the treasure chest.
Anyway, there's nothing in my plans recently that urgently requires me to improve my strength.
It's only a few days; he can wait that long.
only...
"I wonder when I'll be able to see the ' Goddess Meritellie ' again..." the Witcher thought.
Then.
He looked up at the window.
The sun was shining brightly, the leaves were green, and birds were singing; everything was so harmonious and beautiful that it seemed as if last night's disaster was just a nightmare.
As if it were the next second.
Lyra would hum a little tune and come in carrying a fragrant basket of breakfast.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a nightmare.
after all.
At this point in time, with Ailin's keen Witcher Senses, he should generally be able to hear the sound of the entire temple awakening from afar.
Women prayed and chatted as they passed by, an old nanny urged the orphans to get up and study, and young priests, doctors and herbalists laughed and joked along the way...
But at this moment.
Such sounds disappeared without a trace, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the clear chirping of birds.
Ailin sighed.
Then he glanced at the statue of Meritellie, and sat back down cross-legged on the ground...
"The people in the temple should still be treating the injured from last night and dealing with the bodies of the dead..."
With that thought in mind, the Witcher closed his eyes and began to meditate.
"Ailin..."
"Ailin..."
"Ailin..."
"Ailin..."
The Witcher suddenly rose from the "deep sea".
Opening its eyes, the blinding sunlight caused the Cat Eyes to shrink sharply into slits.
"Still not working?" a cold female voice asked worriedly.
The Witcher didn't turn around; he shook his head and sighed deeply.
Today is May 4th.
Four days have passed since that great disaster.
During these four days.
The priests inside the temple were busy healing the wounded and collecting the corpses.
Vesemir has been compiling the Wild Hunt information he has gathered over the past few days.
Vesemir teaches Mary Fire Magic, and Mary awakens Yennefer's magical powers.
Everyone is very busy and has achieved something.
Only Ailin...
The Witcher sighed again.
"It's alright," Vesemir approached and patted his shoulder. "If all else fails, we can go to the Temple of Cliff ..."
Yes.
It's been four days.
Including the meditation I had in the early morning of May 1st, that makes four meditations in total.
It happened more than four times.
While everyone else was busy these past few days, the Witcher spent all his time in the Icon Chamber, except for refining a few bottles of Enhanced Specter Oil and testing "Battle Cry: Berserk" on himself.
I meditate every few hours.
Although there was some reaction, they were no longer pulled into that space.
Each time, a voice of indistinct gender calls out, "Ailin... Ailin..."
You can say there was no response, fine.
But I always reacted, yet I just couldn't enter that mysterious state.
It's like when I was downloading a game in my past life, I would always get stuck at 99.99%, and I would re-download it many times, but I would always be just 0.001% away from completing it.
This is very upsetting.
and.
Vesemir will be able to finish compiling data on the Wild Hunt today, and the Old Duke's reward was also announced two days ago and will be received today.
So today is Ailin's last day in Arland.
They plan to set off back to Kaer Morhen tomorrow.
"It's alright, there's still one last night to go..." Ailin stood up and smiled, indicating that she shouldn't worry, "Perhaps I'll be able to dream of the Goddess Meritellie again tonight..."
He did not have the Cliff Temple that Vesemir had mentioned.
If even the most worshipped deity in the entire Northern Continent is useless, will going to the Cliff Temple actually help?
Ailin had strong doubts about this.
At least Meritellie has appeared to us several times...
Judging from Vesemir's expression, she probably doesn't know anyone at the Temple of Cliff. Maybe she does, but not the kind of person she'd like to owe a favor to, so there's no need for her to.
but...
The Witcher glanced at the semi-transparent "Divine Communication and Dream Entry" sign at the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly.
However, I'm afraid I can't avoid spending those 100 Experience Orbs.
"What exactly is the state of the Goddess Meritellie right now?" the demon hunter wondered.
Every day it's just "Ailin... Ailin...", like a phone stuck at the edge of service area.
He felt that Meritellie had a strong desire to help him, but she was stuck somewhere, or was being blocked by something.
But...
What place can imprison a deity, and what can isolate the influence of the most worshipped deity in the Northern Continent?
"Ta-da~"
Hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.
The young priest, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, walked in.
However, she did not bring breakfast this time.
Her bright eyes were framed by dark circles, her hair was scattered across her forehead, and she looked so haggard that she was almost unrecognizable from a few days ago.
A faint stench of decay emanated from her.
"He must have just returned from Arland..." Ailin thought to himself.
On the May Festival, when he parted ways with the Guard Knight and the Monster Hunter Army, Arthur still underestimated the damage the Wild Hunt would inflict on Arland.
The estimated two days to resettle the city's ruins and residents were extended by a factor of two due to a series of unforeseen events.
Most of the priests, herbalists, and doctors in the temple probably haven't slept for four days straight.
As for why a Witcher sitting in the icon room would know?
Naturally, the Old Duke's reward was also delayed twice.
"What's wrong, Lyra?" Ailin asked softly. "Did Duke Mason change the date again?"
"No..." Lyra gasped for breath and shook her head, "High Priest Ianna asked me to inform you to attend the funeral..."
funeral?
you?
Ailin and Vesemir looked at each other in bewilderment.
Whose funerals would they invite?
Whose funeral rites would qualify Ianna to invite the Bloody Red Fox?
Could it be that the Old Duke is dead?
"Whose funeral?" Ailin asked curiously.
Lyra frowned slightly with pity, as if she had thought of something, and sighed:
"The funeral of Arland..."
"The High Priest and Duke Mason are preparing to hold a mass burial outside the city today for those who died on May Festival, and they invite you and..." She turned her head and bowed slightly to Vesemir, "... Lady Vesemir, please come to the city gate to witness and observe the ceremony..."
The funeral in Arland...
Witnessing the ceremony at the city gate...
Ailin was a little confused, but seeing Lyra's anxious look, she knew that this matter must be very urgent.
But shouldn't funerals usually be announced a few days in advance?
perhaps...
Were he and Vesemir invited at the last minute?
"Shall we go?" The Bloody Red Fox winked at him.
The Witcher's hand instinctively went to his chest.
There lies an ordinary-looking silver coin from Oren.
"Then let's go..." The Witcher wiped his face.
There's definitely no time to wash up by then.
However, after so many busy days, it's estimated that not many people at the scene could maintain their composure, and those who could weren't worth their attention.
So that's enough.
As for meeting the Goddess Meritellie, and the remaining nine one-eyed demon Nekker's Chest...
The Witcher would glance at the weathered, benevolent statue.
I'm leaving tomorrow, there's still time...
There should still be time...