Continuation of the Path of the Beast Roar

"Ailin..." someone called out.

The sound didn't come from beside your ears; rather, it seemed to echo and reverberate in your brain.

After an unknown amount of time, the witcher, enveloped in warmth, suddenly awoke.

The sudden surge of weightlessness felt like leaping out of the ancient sea that gave birth to all things in mythology.

"Phew~"

A cool, refreshing breeze blows, and every pore on the skin seems to be taking a deep breath.

The Witcher groggily opened his eyes, his five senses instantly activated.

In an instant, it was as if the hustle and bustle of the entire city rushed into his ears, and then suddenly subsided, leaving only the gentle and quiet breathing around him and the sound of the wind rustling through the branches and bushes, making him feel dazed and disoriented, not knowing where he was.

The dazzling sunlight pierced through the oval leaves of the lush oak tree, making people squint.

"Ailin, where are you?" A clear, flute-like voice called out from the east.

The Witcher suddenly realized what was happening and sat up abruptly.

With no messy Great Old One's Curse to clear, Experience Orbs and treasure chests all empty, there's no need to stay in the icon room at night anymore.

Nannick had arranged a room for him, and he was to stay in the same longhouse as the other witchers.

However, remembering the miraculous effects of the Primal Tongue yesterday, he explained his whereabouts to Vesemir to prevent anyone from worrying if he couldn't find him, and then went into the back mountain of the temple, found an oak tree, and practiced the Primal Tongue all night.

"I'm here!" Ailin shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the waist-high grass around them was startled awake.

"Chirp chirp~"

"Chirp chirp~"

"Chirp chirp~"

Amidst the chaotic animal calls, countless small animals, including snow-white rabbits, brightly colored pheasants, hedgehogs, red foxes, cicadas, and mantises, emerged from the grass in the blink of an eye.

"Fluttering~"

The sound of birds flapping their wings could be heard overhead.

Chaos and turmoil ensued.

"This is... this was attracted by the natural aura of the Primal Tongue?" Ailin exclaimed, his mouth agape in astonishment.

"Tsk tsk..."

"Looks like I really need to switch to a Witcher Druid."

He dusted himself off and was about to walk in the direction the sound came from.

"Ah--"

A gasp of surprise.

Following the sound, he met Lyra's surprised gaze as she carried a food basket.

"This... here... why are there so many rabbits here... and birds too..." Lyra stepped aside to make way for two leisurely hedgehogs, and carefully dodged a rabbit that was running away in a panic.

Did you bring all these animals here?

"I guess so..." Ailin scratched his head.

"Alchemy can produce Necrophage Oil, Specter Oil... Swordsmanship and spells can kill large monsters... and now, like Druid, they can summon animals..."

Turning her gaze away from the colorful birds in the sky, Lyra stared at him with her beautiful, dark, and gentle eyes. "Ailin, is there anything you can't do?"

Having a baby?

The Witcher instinctively wanted to play along, but then thought it was too frivolous, so he scratched his head and changed the subject. "Good morning, Lyra, what brings you here?"

"You forgot? Last night, Mother Ianna asked me to show you around Arland, but..." Lyra's cheeks suddenly flushed, she paused, and lowered her head, "But when I asked Master Vesemir about your whereabouts just now, he said he was busy training other witchers today..."

"So... so they're not going."

Ailin paused slightly as he picked up the croissant from the food basket, his gaze shifting downwards to the side. He noticed that the priest's smooth forehead was visibly covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Should we wait for them to come together another day?" Lyra, sensing Ailin's gaze, pretended to calmly look up and meet his eyes.

"No, thank you." Ailin swallowed the bread in his mouth. Vesemir was obviously doing this on purpose; he would definitely have some other excuse another day.

"Let's do it today..." he said.

The back hill of the temple was rarely visited, but it was not desolate. Near the oak tree that Ailin had chosen, in addition to the ubiquitous and astonishingly growing weeds of nutgrass, many common herbs were also planted, such as white crape myrtle, laurel, licorice, and cockscomb...

Although none of them are rare or valuable, they are all growing and in very good condition.

Carrying a food basket, Ailin walked down the crooked stone steps that followed the contours of the mountain, chatting casually with the others, but before he knew it, he had already opened the Witcher's Handbook.

Name: Ailin

[Level: 58]

[HP: 100%, Stamina: 640/640, MP: 780/780]

[Attributes: Strength 70, Agility 61, Constitution 63, Perception 83 (+3), Mysticism 79]

[Affinity: Water 16 (Magic Source - Water 6%), Earth 13 (Magic Source - Earth 3%) (+1), Wind 10 (Magic Source - Wind 0%), Fire 7, Space 2]

Improving perception by three points overnight is much faster than the speed of "Beast Roar: Berserk," but it's still considerably slower than the three points of perception gained in two hours during the first "deep training" session yesterday.

However, the training of "Beast Roar" is like this: just like fitness has a beginner period, the improvement in the early stage is always very fast, but the speed will inevitably decrease as you train further.

Even so, it only took two days to increase the attribute of "Primal Tongue" by six points, but it took three weeks for "Rage".

It's easy to imagine the astonishing difference in the speed of improvement when one finds the right cultivation method.

Moreover, after two days of training, his Elemental Affinity has increased slightly, while "Berserk" has reached a certain bottleneck.

Not only have the attributes improved, but recently they have become almost imperceptible.

The energy of the beast's roar travels from the heart to the root of the tongue and back to the heart. A complete cycle is limited to a maximum of three cycles. Any more than that and inexplicable problems will arise, causing the energy to dissipate and forcing a restart.

As for the original plan of operating passively 24/7, that naturally became a pipe dream.

"There must be a shortcut to the operation of rage that is close to 'nature', like the Primal Tongue ... No, not a shortcut, but the correct way of operating. But what should this way be?"

"To match the raging anger? Or perhaps, like the natural environment's Primal Tongue, it's time to find a battlefield, an arena?"

Ailin put away the semi-transparent Witcher's Handbook and pondered in his heart.

The "Seeking the Way of Primal Tongue is amazing. It can be described as a cheat code that automatically targets enemies and finds paths in natural terrain. Even large monsters like the Greater Griffin that fly in the sky cannot avoid it.

This was just a feature he had accidentally developed yesterday; he had a feeling that Primal Tongue could do more than that.

So what changes would occur if the dedicated combat "Berserker" found the right path?

Just thinking about it made Ailin feel a surge of anticipation.

"How about we try rage first? We can use the cannibals we'll encounter in the next few days..."

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The clanging of metal broke Ailin's thoughts.

Before they knew it, they had walked from the back of the mountain to the longhouse where the temple was for receiving guests.

As you turn the corner of the gravel path, the familiar, deep, reprimanding voice becomes clear.

"... Put in a little more effort, Aias, Kray has the Quen Sign on him, he won't die..."

"... What? You're already out of energy? Treat him like the wizard from that day, the one who made you laugh like an idiot for two whole days..."

"... Do you want to know how Aias laughs? This is how he laughs..."

A burst of loud laughter followed.

"... Is it funny? I don't think it's funny..."

The burst of laughter abruptly and awkwardly stopped.

"I've warned you countless times that the area outside Kaer Morhen is dangerous. Do you think only monsters are dangerous?"

"Humans! There is only one kind of dangerous creature in this world, and that is humans! They are more dangerous than vampires, Greater Griffin, and even dragons!"

"My God! I thought you might become complacent, but I never imagined that the seven witchers I trained... would be disarmed by the sorcerer without even the slightest resistance."

"Someone actually opened the door with a smile?"

"The thirteenth time..." Ailin heard someone complaining.

"Then remember this well!" Vesemir roared. "Keep practicing, swing your swords with all your might against your opponents, they are now your mortal enemies..."

"The Temple of Melitele is short-staffed right now. The losing side won't get lunch, and they'll have to clean the stables and outhouses in the afternoon... The Temple of Melitele is much bigger than Kaer Morhen. Believe me, this will be a very unique experience for you..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Clang clang clang!"

"Clang clang clang!"

The frequency and volume of the clanging sound of metal objects instantly increased three levels, even carrying a faint hint of murderous intent.

Ailin and Lyra looked at each other in bewilderment.

He had initially thought that Lyra's reason was Vesemir's excuse, but now it seemed that the Witcher Master was genuinely furious about his apprentice being captured without resistance a few days ago.

The punishments changed from wiping the iron swords clean throughout the castle to cleaning the stinking stables and outhouses.

The thought of the numerous visitors and priestly apprentices at the Temple of Melitele sent a chill down Ailin's spine, even though he had once been an apprentice under Vesemir.

"Master Vesemir, are you really not going to come with us to explore the city?"

As they walked to the open space in front of the longhouse, Lyra suddenly greeted Vesemir.

moment.

The young witchers, who were engaged in fierce combat, all slowed their movements and glanced at Ailin and Lyra out of the corner of their eyes.

Many people even secretly slipped past Vesemir and looked at Ailin with pleading eyes.

Ailin glanced at it.

Most of the glances directed at him came from those whose strength was below that of the seven.

Ailin thought for a moment, just about to speak.

Vesemir said softly, "No! Ms. Lyra, they've been like statues for many days without moving, they need... according to Ms. Ianna... to recover..."

"Rehabilitation training?" Lyra asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Vesemir turned around and glared fiercely at the young witcher whose movements and eyes were becoming increasingly audacious, emphasizing his words, "That's right, they need a considerable amount of 'rehabilitation training' to recall the trials they once endured."

"Don't plead for them, Ailin!"

Seemingly noticing that Ailin's mouth was opening and closing, Vesemir glared at Ailin again.

Ailin raised his hands to indicate that he had no intention of interfering, then waved helplessly at the witchers, indicating that he could not help them.

A wail suddenly rang out in front of the longhouse.

"What are you doing stopping?! Are you all so eager to clean the stables and latrines?!"

Ailin hadn't actually intended to plead for him.

Although he was an orphan in both his lives and never married, he knew a very simple principle: when one spouse is disciplining the child, the other spouse should not interfere or plead for leniency.

Asking for leniency or appeasement should only be done after the education has been completed.

Of course, this metaphor is a bit strange, but that's roughly the idea.

Although Ailin is the leader of the Witcher Company, he is about the same age as the other young Witchers, and mostly plays the role of a role model and leader.

You let him educate children, especially Witcher children.

To be honest, he really didn't understand, and it was Vesemir and Aristo who had been helping him the whole time, and they had done so very well and responsibly.

The young Witcher's skills and experience have improved significantly, saving him a lot of Combat Points.

Leave professional matters to professionals; he naturally won't interfere.

Besides, these young witchers, including himself (the apprentices have a graduation ceremony at the end of the year), are still considered Vesemir's apprentices.

All he needs to do is lead them to continue hunting all sorts of powerful monsters, upgrade their skills, and then give them fully functional potions and tools, creating new "signs" suitable for monster hunters.

Thinking of this, a sudden inspiration flashed in Ailin's mind.

The new 'Dharma Seal'...

"Beast Roar: Frenzy" is definitely beyond his ability to explore on his own. Could he find a way to teach it to other Witchers?

It's definitely easier to explore with one more person than to explore alone.

He had actually considered this idea before, but the Path of the Beast Roar was different from other skills and could not be improved, so he didn't know how to teach it.

Moreover, he has only recently acquired the Path of the Beast Roar, and before today, he did not seem to have deliberately spent time studying how to pass it on.

But things are different now.

"It's time to think about it," Ailin thought.

"Alright, you guys go ahead." Vesemir suddenly waved his hand. "Staying here will only affect their condition."

Ailin and Lyra exchanged a glance, and could only bid farewell and leave under the young witcher's despairing gaze.

We hadn't gone far.

Behind them came Vesemir's rebuke again, mingling with the menacing clang of metal.

The murderous aura seemed to be several levels stronger than before they arrived.

"By the way, Lyra." Ailin handed the food basket to an elderly nanny as they walked into the dining hall of Arland. "Do you know why the Old Duke, Arthur, and the High Priest all insisted that I wander around Arland?"

"I know." Lyra smiled mysteriously and shook her head chuckled. "But I can't tell you. Ms. Ianna specifically emphasized to me yesterday that I should keep this a secret from you."

After a few seconds of eye contact, Ailin shrugged helplessly.

"All right."

"Let's set off now and see what's so mysterious about it."