Dragon School Witcher Soyer? Resonance!

After a brief moment of silence, the valley erupted in chaos.

"A giant dragon!!!"

Several young witchers jumped up from the stone platform, exclaiming in unison.

That's a giant dragon!

Legend has it that he can burn down a city with a single breath of fire; he is a darling of magic, standing at the pinnacle of power in the entire world and all knight novels.

Not to mention real dragons.

Any monster whose name contains the word "dragon," or any of the sub-dragons defined as dragons by Monster Economics, such as the Fork-tailed Dragon, the Basilisk, the Basilisk, the Royal Wyvern, the Flying Lizard...

Each of them stands at the pinnacle of power among large monsters.

Upon closer examination, these monsters are actually just dragons; no matter how you evaluate them, they are far inferior to dragons.

"The chief's White Gull Potion was actually made from dragons?" Ailin was stunned for several seconds upon hearing this.

to be honest.

Although the variations caused by White Gull Potion can differ depending on the ingredients in the formula.

But in reality, there is no fundamental difference in strength between the Witcher schools of the Wolf, Griffin, Bear, and Viper schools; they simply focus on different aspects.

Those with high strength tend to be weaker in agility and spells...

Those with strong hand signs tend to be weaker in swordsmanship and strength...

Ultimately, a demon hunter's strength does not depend on the mutation of White Gull Potion, but on personal talent and training.

But the dragon...

Dragons are different after all; in a sense, they represent power and magic itself.

Therefore, Ailin's surprise was no less than that of Ernie and Klar.

Vesemir had anticipated everyone's surprise.

After the crowd's enthusiasm cooled down a bit, he calmly patted non-existent dust off his Black Wide-brimmed Hat and continued:

"To be precise, it shouldn't be called White Gull Potion..."

"When Alzure announced the arrival of humanity on this world, the king of the Gudismund Dynasty, one of humanity's first three dynasties, delivered the 'Witcher' speech..."

"Master Vesemir, how did Alzure deliver his speech?" Aias was very curious about this.

"Yeah, what did they say?" Kray and Hugh echoed.

Legend has it that his voice was like a hunting horn, and his words were like those of a renowned orator.

Leaving aside the young witchers, Ailin was actually quite interested in them as well.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Vesemir coughed twice and cleared his throat:

"Your Majesty, we live in an extremely harsh world."

"This place is teeming with countless sinister and terrifying demonic beasts. Whether strong or weak, all are prey for them. They are the root of all evil, born from nightmares!"

"But there is a way!"

"By breaking free from the shackles of the cowardly council, we can create a completely new existence!"

"A hunter who combines strength, speed and agility, well-equipped, and capable of subduing any enemy."

"The bards would sing their praises wildly, because sometimes..."

Vesemir paused for a second, his molten gold eyes sweeping over every witcher around him, and said in a low, menacing voice:

Only monsters can fight monsters.

Vesemir's speech was full of ups and downs, with his emotions rising and falling, leaving the audience stunned. It was completely unlike his usual lecturing style.

Especially when that last sentence was uttered, several people shuddered.

Thinking of Vesemir's origins, Ailin suspected that it was something Chieftain Soyer had told him when he was his traveling mentor.

"And then?" Ernie pressed.

Vesemir paused for a few seconds, then said, "Then, with the support of the King of the Gudismund Dynasty, Alzure and Cosimo Malaspina obtained experimental sites, a wealth of magical materials, and... raw materials."

"Raw materials? Raw materials are..." Hugh was about to ask in confusion when Ernie and Klar, whose faces were grim, tugged at his sleeve.

Vesemir sighed, "Yes, the raw material is humans, a lot of humans."

No one spoke to the young witcher, and the valley fell into a deep, deathly silence.

"Let's get back to the main topic."

Not wanting the somber atmosphere to continue, Vesemir changed the subject:

"Let's not talk about those unfortunate people who died because they were too old."

"The children in the previous batches died tragically early on due to the rejection reaction to the medicine and the hunting of monsters. Eran and Anahad were from the third and fourth batches of monster hunters."

"But after the experiment had a certain success rate, Alzure and Cosimo Maraspina found that the strength of this batch of witchers did not meet expectations, and was far from it."

"In their vision, a witcher should be a humanoid monster, like a warlock, born with powerful magical potential, and possessing physique, strength, and agility far exceeding that of ordinary humans."

"But the first few batches of witchers only had some very shallow magical power, and the limit of their magical capacity only allowed them to use some tricks."

"The research has reached a stalemate..."

"The voices of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, which were already opposed to such inhumane experiments, have gained the upper hand."

"And it was at this moment..."

Vesemir paused, took off his Black Wide-brimmed Hat, and fiddled with his fingers:

"I wonder if Alzure suddenly remembered his eloquent speech in the king's palace, persuading the human rulers."

Anyway, he remembered something he had said before—

Only monsters can fight monsters.

"Then it's easy to figure out..."

"Only materials left behind by the strongest monsters can create the strongest Witcher?" Ailin had a flash of inspiration.

Vesemir nodded. "That's right. The most powerful monsters often possess the most powerful magical abilities, and at that time, magic is the most powerful force."

"Backed by the Brotherhood of Sorcerers and the largest human kingdom, Alzure and Cosimo Malaspina possess the most comprehensive collection of monster materials in the entire Northern Continent, including the rarest and most powerful monsters."

"Even if not, Alzure and Cosimo Malaspina were both very powerful sorcerers. They only compromised at the beginning for the sake of the survival rate of their apprentices... no... the experimental subjects."

"Once they discovered that the original plan was not feasible, the wizards immediately began to drastically change the formula, and the first thing they thought of was a dragon with a strong physical body and powerful magical abilities."

"The result was clearly not good," Ailin said softly, even sensing a strong stench of blood in Vesemir's words.

How many people died behind the seemingly simple "major formula modification"?

"Hmm." Vesemir put on his Black Wide-brimmed Hat and gazed into the distance at the rolling mountains of Mahakam.

After a while, he took a deep breath and said:

"I don't know exactly how many experiments were conducted, but in the end only Chieftain Soyer survived."

"Alzure and Cosimo Malaspina eventually abandoned the idea of using materials from top-tier monsters for mutation, and instead focused on increasing the number and strength of monster hunters with stable recipes."

After speaking.

Silence fell over the mountain valley for a long time.

"Then... how is Chieftain Soyer different from Grandmaster Eran and Anahad?" the youngest, Spencer, pressed.

Vesemir, seemingly immersed in the tragic history of the Witcher, looked slightly uneasy.

"It's hard to say. Generally speaking, Chieftain Soyer's fighting style is actually that of School of the Wolf witcher."

"After all, all the Witcher's skills are actually inherited from the Chief."

"As for the real difference brought about by the specific dragon materials, that may only be seen when Chieftain Soyer uses all his strength... Don't look at me like that..."

Vesemir looked around at the intense gazes, both amused and exasperated, and sighed. "To be honest..."

"I've never seen Chieftain Soyer use his full strength. Whether it's an ordinary monster or a large monster, even Leshen, he handles them all with ease, just like... just like..."

He wanted to find a metaphor to help the young demon hunters understand, but he opened his mouth and couldn't think of a good analogy for the moment.

At this moment.

Aias glanced at Ailin, a sudden idea striking him. "Like the captain fifty years from now?"

Vesemir paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "That's right, just like Ailin fifty years from now."

Ailin, who was being used as a point of comparison, shook his head helplessly and said a few words of modesty.

But in his heart he was thinking, "Even though I'm far from being as good as him now, do I really need fifty years to surpass Chieftain Soyer?"

"Alright, it's getting late. That concludes Vesemir's old story segment," Vesemir slapped his thigh, stood up, and looked at Ailin. "What's next?"

The young witcher suddenly remembered the changes in Vesemir, and the anticipation in his eyes was so intense it could melt the glaciers of a harsh winter.

Ailin looked up at the sky.

The sun was already setting in the west.

The setting sun hung in the sky, turning the snow-white clouds crimson.

Everything in the world seemed to be reflected in a bloody light.

Take a sniff, and your nasal cavity is filled with a strong smell of rust.

After a moment of surprise, Ailin realized that the metallic, fishy smell emanating from the tip of his nose came from the young witcher who had just killed a ghoul.

Let's look at it again.

The world has returned to normal, and the sunset over the mountains is breathtakingly beautiful.

He chuckled inwardly, shook his head, Ailin looked away, saying softly:

"Vesemir, try again and see if you can cast it yourself."

"If there are no problems..."

Before he could finish speaking, Vesemir's eyes widened, and after roaring "Yirulr," his body immediately swelled up.

This time.

Vesemir even controlled the blast wave that was thrown out, directing it towards an uninhabited area.

"Truly a genius of the School of the Wolf..." Ailin exclaimed in admiration, "Very good, then Ernie, you go first!"

Young witchers lined up to be enlightened one by one, and not one of them failed.

Furthermore, because the young witchers were weaker and their status as members of the Monster Hunting Legion reduced their instinctive resistance, the average time it took to enlighten them was at least half as long as it had been in Vesemir.

Before it even got dark, all seven people had been enlightened.

However, after Ailin withdrew the ritual from Hugh's body and was thinking about the next steps, he discovered that the young Witcher not only hadn't gotten used to "Battle Cry: Berserk," but had actually started playing with it.

"Yirulr!"

"Ah! Damn it, Aias, you ambushed me!"

"Hahaha, come on then, Klar!"

"Yirulr!"

"Ah!"

"Yirulr!"

"Kray, you!"

"Chase me!"

The roars of "rage" rose and fell.

People shimmering with a pale yellow light were bounced around in the mountain valley, their laughter echoing throughout the valley.

"Never mind..." Ailin stopped Vesemir, who was about to speak up, and waved to Hugh, who was itching to go, "You go too..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Hugh shouted excitedly and joined the battle.

A battle cry unexpectedly blasted Ernie, who was watching from the edge of the battlefield, into the heart of the battlefield.

Seeing Vesemir hesitate, Ailin glanced at the young witchers frolicking and playing happily in the valley and advised, "Let them play, they're still just kids..."

Vesemir opened his mouth, looked at Ailin's unconsciously upturned lips, and sighed inwardly.

"Aren't you a child too?"

Although they prevented Vesemir from waking them up early, Ernie, Klar and the others didn't actually play for very long.

About five minutes later, they stopped playing around and returned.

It's not that they're sensible and don't want to play for longer.

Although the side effects of "Battle Cry: Berserk" were far less severe than those of "Beast Roar: Berserk," and the young Witcher only activated and deactivated Berserk for a moment, the weakness side effect did not disappear.

It's not that it's about accumulating little by little.

Finally, when it took nearly half a minute to release the force of their resistance, the awkward silence and the stares of Vesemir and Ailin naturally made it impossible for them to continue.

after.

"Yirulr!"

The scattered roars echoed once again through the mountain valley.

"Still not working?"

Taking advantage of the moment when the Greater Griffin arrived, I tried "Battle Cry" a few times, and then used "Beast Roar" to lead the charge once more.

Ailin sighed as he looked at the young witcher who was lying on the ground, exhausted and pale.

It's too much of a stretch to activate the LV2 "Legion Skill: Resonance" right after learning "Battle Cry: Berserk".

Even basic synchronization of shouts is difficult to achieve.

Of course, it wasn't that we gained nothing at all.

After several days of no progress, suddenly making rapid progress and learning Battle Cry is a huge breakthrough in itself.

With the seven young witchers activating their berserk state, Ailin felt they could definitely challenge the Giant Ghoul.

Moreover.

During one of his battle cries, the subtle trembling of his muscles, as if poised to unleash a powerful attack, was also telling him something.

Warcry is the future of the Legion!

"Alright, that's about enough time, let's try again..."

Ailin was about to have the apprentices get up and try again.

A familiar cry, carrying immense pressure, descended from the sky.

Okay, here comes the Good Girl.

Ailin clapped his hands. "Alright, wipe the sweat and dust off yourselves, and get ready to go back."

The young witchers cheered and jumped up from the ground, as if their pale, weakened state was completely nonexistent.

Back at the temple, I wonder if Ernie and the others are worried that Vesemir is making them do extra training.

As soon as the Good Girl landed, she unlocked the clasp, making all sorts of noises, and ran noisily toward the Witcher's residence.

"What a bunch of kids!"

Ailin and Vesemir exchanged a glance, shook their heads with smiles, and after stepping down from the Greater Griffin, they noticed that Klar had not followed them away.

His youthful face gave a stiff smile to the two Witcher Master, and he opened his mouth, but then stopped himself from speaking.

"Is there anything else?" Ailin asked curiously.

Vesemir approached, patted Klar on the shoulder, and made a rare joke, "Don't tell me you want to stay and practice more?"

Obviously.

For Klar, whose expression was even more stiff, this was no funny joke.

but.

He took a deep breath, looked at Ailin, and asked hesitantly:

"Captain, are we Witchers... really monsters?"