Leshen's Element Too! Class Change: Witcher Druid?

Following the bloodstains on the grass, Ailin, who was leading the way, glanced at Fred, who was startled by Dante's story, and the image of the thorny vine flashed through her mind. She then lowered her head in thought.

He didn't see when the vine sprouted from the ground, but he remembered it very clearly...

After the existence of the Leshen was exposed, it only used magic to summon wolves and crows.

At that time, manipulating plants was actually the best option for the Leshen.

Whether they drive away Ailin, Vesemir, and Dante, or threaten them by taking Fred hostage, the situation will be reversed, making them hesitant to act.

The Leshen is not a mindless beast; on the contrary, he is very wise.

Therefore, if Ailin doesn't believe He couldn't think of this, it can only mean that He didn't want to, but rather couldn't.

Manipulating plants either requires a large amount of magic power from the host, which Fred cannot provide, thus preventing them from taking shape, or it requires a certain spellcasting gesture, which Fred cannot perform because Vesemir and Dante have bound his hands and feet.

But the former explanation doesn't hold water.

Because the magical fluctuations from summoning the wolf pack from a distance of at least seven or eight hundred meters far exceeded the fluctuations from when the Leshen manipulated plants during battle.

This shows that although the Leshen possessed Fred, it had its own source of magic.

"Then it has to be the latter," Ailin concluded.

This is actually quite normal; most of a warlock's spells require hand gestures and incantations to be cast.

Spells are generally used to resonate with elements in the environment, while hand gestures guide magic and aid in aiming to determine the direction of spells.

therefore.

The vines were certainly not released when the Leshen was struggling.

If it were truly released by Him, it could not possibly be that adorable miniature size.

It certainly wasn't released by the Leshen after it was driven away and destroyed by the holy light erupting from the amulet.

After all, there's no doubt that the Leshen is dead.

The system settlement notification sounded the instant the Primal Magic activated the amulet.

"Was it Fred's instinctive defensiveness and control of the plants the moment he awoke, in a state of panic?"

Ailin had some guesses:

"Perhaps the possession by the Leshen left something behind for him, making his genes already unstable... even causing Fred, who was more unstable than a typical witcher due to his recent transformation through the White Gull Potion, to undergo a mutation similar to the Trial of Grasses..."

Although he didn't spend Experience Orbs to activate Xenogeneic Mutagenesis, in the Sorcerer's Memory, Ailin still studied under Ban Ad, a professional male wizard specializing in Xenogeneic Mutagenesis, for several months.

Although he hadn't reached the point where he could put it into practice, he still had a basic understanding of the concepts.

Moreover, as the pinnacle of Xenogeneic Mutagenesis, witchers are also frequent guests in Xenogeneic Mutagenesis classes, and the male wizards who give lectures cover a lot of related content in a basic way.

"Very likely!"

"Isn't this the case with Iva's Evil Eye? The fact that the success rate of Second Mutation is actually much higher than that of the Trial of Grasses also shows that the genes of Witchers are unstable."

This is certainly a good thing...

Ailin thought to himself.

For an ordinary witcher, this would be a trivial experience, perhaps even leaving some psychological scars.

After all, a Witcher's normal attribute growth is very slow. The mystical abilities that affect magic control and spell strength need to develop until they realize and even use the ability to manipulate plants. By then, their physical instincts may have already forgotten this ability.

But Fred is different; Fred has his Ailin.

Once things settle down, he can try hunting more monsters whose Essence Fluid enhances their mystical attributes, helping Fred develop this ability.

Etc!

Manipulating plants... nature...

Perhaps it won't even take that long to develop. Since both are related to nature, the Primal Tongue might be a more suitable choice for Fred...

Good!

Schedule it!

Ailin was somewhat excited. His idea of dividing the team into groups based on different strengths was now becoming a possibility, thanks to Fred, whom he hadn't seen for half a year.

Of course, whether Fred truly possesses this ability still needs to be tested.

As for how to test it...

"Hmm... another reason to unlock and upgrade Xenogeneic Mutagenesis..." he thought to himself.

Just as Dante was vividly recounting how Ailin unleashed his divine power to summon the Greater Griffin, slay the Leshen body with three sword strikes, defy all opposition (in reality, only Dante disagreed) to uncover the Leshen's plot, and activate the personal amulet given to him by the High Priest of the Meritellie Cult, thus completely destroying the Leshen...

Fred, who was listening with great enthusiasm, had no idea that his future job change... no... development direction would be determined by Ailin in just a short moment.

He was still looking at Ailin with a piercing and incredulous gaze, as if he were looking at the towering Blue Mountains that the Ancient Sea Fortress was backed by.

Having considered that the changes the Leshen brought to Fred were beneficial and harmless, Ailin stopped wasting time on it.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the bloody footprints in front of him gradually change from panic to calm and order.

Hearing Fred behind him still asking for details, and the other witchers chiming in intermittently, he had an idea and opened the Witcher's Handbook.

"Bite!"

[The "Leshen LV? Slay them!]

[Reward Settlement:...]

Final rating: D+ (Loot Lock)

[Loot obtained: 1 Leshen @#￥%&'s Element, 4 Experience Orbs, 2 Leshen's Chest, 2 Wolf's Chest, 2 Raven's Chest]

[Gained Combat Points: 10670]

"Um?"

At first glance Ailin noticed a prominent question mark indicating the level of the Leshen.

He was somewhat puzzled; what merit did the Leshen possess that made him a question mark in terms of rank?

It should be noted that the previous level is a question mark, but in the Mahakam Valley, there is Evil God seeking to descend to earth.

Although the Leshen demon was not weak, it was far inferior to the Great-Eyed Evil God, who could bewilder Ailin with a single glance.

They didn't even talk about Evil God anymore.

Which is more special and powerful than His Summoning Ritual or Monster's Nest?

Even the Spiked Fiend is not much weaker than the Leshen in terms of strength.

According to his original estimate, this Leshen was at most level 85, which would be quite remarkable.

Ailin, who had only been habitually checking the results of the raids, perked up and continued reading.

Because the Loot Lock LV2, which is a small upgrade to the final rating, the extra Experience Orbs isn't a big deal, but...

"Elements..." Ailin muttered to himself, "The Leshen's drops weren't Heart Essence Fluid or Purification Spirit, but rather @#￥%&'s Element the Evil God once dropped..."

"Could it be that the Leshen is actually a god?"

Not only that...

Ailin's gaze shifted to the final Combat Points column.

The Leshen contributed a full 10,000 Combat Points to the Monster Hunting Legion. This is definitely the largest amount of Combat Points obtained in the Witcher's Handbook since the Monster Hunting Legion's function was enabled.

Furthermore, with the boost from the LV2 Legion skill "Teaching," all of these can be converted into double experience points, which is 20,000 points. This is enough to upgrade eight LV3 skills to LV4 and unlock their new effects.

The Monster Hunting Legion is about to receive another major upgrade.

"Skills at level 3 and above need careful consideration; we can't just upgrade them all at once anymore..."

"And Huus, Bont, and Fred, we can't let them fall behind too much..."

"Um?"

Ailin's thoughts abruptly stopped, and with a startled cry, she abruptly halted in her tracks.

"What's wrong, Ailin?" Vesemir asked.

Looking at the bloody footprints on the ground that had abruptly stopped, Ailin frowned. "Bont's footprints have broken..."

"Here?" Vesemir looked around.

The group had traveled a long way south and arrived at a clearing in the woods.

Judging from the slight depression in the center and the lack of vegetation, this place was more accurately described as having once been a stream, or perhaps a tributary of the Kemba River.

The riverbed had long since dried up, with thorns and decaying trees scattered haphazardly within it, showing no signs of any battle.

There weren't any caves to hide in nearby, but you could hear the Kemba River flowing gently under the night sky. However, it wasn't close, at least not a distance where you could easily jump into the river.

Bont's footprints can disappear anywhere, but not here.

"Etc!"

Ailin waved his hand, signaling Vesemir to be quiet, and focused his gaze on the last red footprint.

The red light that formed the claw mark danced up and turned into tiny red dots.

These points of light combine to form a pair of legs consisting only of the lower part of the waist, Bont's legs.

A few seconds later.

The legs came from the next footprint, and then suddenly stopped as if they had encountered something.

But the fact that his knees did not bend indicates that Huus did not lower his body or remain alert.

He even stood on tiptoe, seemingly trying to make himself taller and more visible. After a while, he turned his left foot outward at a 90-degree angle with his heel as the pivot, with his toes pointing roughly in the direction they had come from.

"Bont ran into some people here," Ailin frowned, "People he probably knows. Bont even wanted to ask them to rescue Master Dante, Huus, and Fred ..."

Dante, who had come closer, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Bont had met someone he knew.

He then looked at the ground, which was pitch black, and he couldn't tell whether the shallow marks were from the wind or from some wild animal.

Even with its brown Cat Eyes widened to the limit, the "option of encountering an acquaintance" could not be discerned.

He glanced at Vesemir.

Vesemir looked down, his face equally blank, which made him feel much better.

But then he raised an eyebrow. Dante remembered that Vesemir had just said that he had taught Ailin Tracking traces, so how come he was now just like him, with no trace left?

"Is that the client? It's good that they've been rescued."

Vesemir breathed a sigh of relief, oblivious to Dante's suspicious gaze. He brushed the dust off the ground and turned to Dante. "By the way, I've been wanting to ask you this: why did you bring Huus, Bont, and Fred to this godforsaken wasteland, and even run into the Leshen?"

"You accepted the Leshen's request? That's not like you at all?"

"I did accept the commission in a town called Monte Cavo, northeast of Tretog," Dante said, "But the commission we received from the local nobles was to eliminate the Foglet."

"It is said that recently, at the end of the Kemba River, the nobleman's hunter and the jailer of Dragon City were bewitched by three Foglet and attacked many times, causing heavy casualties."

No wonder Huus said the Kemba River when the place where they were attacked was clearly closer to the Modian River ... Ailin thought to himself.

Dante paused, glanced at Fred, and Fred immediately lowered his head.

But Dante only glanced at it casually before looking away and continuing:

"For the past six months, I've been leading Huus and the others to clear out the water ghosts. I was thinking of killing a few Foglet to give them a change of pace... but I never expected this..."

He sighed and didn't say anything more.

Ailin and Vesemir exchanged a glance.

They all noticed Fred's expression and guessed that Dante's acceptance of this commission was inseparable from the three traveling apprentices.

But who can be blamed for this?

If it were him, after cleaning up the water ghosts for half a year, he would definitely be sick of it too.

Moreover, if there really were three Foglet, one Dante plus Huus, Bont and Fred would be more than enough.

Unfortunately, no one knew that a Leshen was hidden here, and it was an ancient Leshen that could teleport.

No one can be blamed for this; it can only be said that the four witchers, Dante, Huus, Bont, and Fred, were just incredibly unlucky.

"But the difference between Foglet and Leshen is quite significant," Vesemir thought for a moment, "As soon as we entered that oak forest, both my and Ailin's School Emblem immediately issued warnings. And the Foglet' activity areas are always shrouded in mist, while the Leshen are not..."

Fred looked up and said, "Master Vesemir, it's us..."

"There was a thick fog in the woods in the early morning," Dante waved his hand, interrupting Fred, and sighed. "Of course, it's also my fault. This place is too close to Drakkenberg. You know Drakkenberg, it's not a good place to stay."

"So before noon, when the fog had completely dissipated, we left Monte Cavo while the fog was still thick, thinking that by the time we reached the Foglet's territory, the fog would have cleared by morning, and besides..."

"The Foglet's activity area is always foggy, so it doesn't really matter whether the fog is thick or thin."

"Who would have thought that it would crash into the territory of the Leshen..."

Dante sighed again, his expression somber:

"I should have been more careful, then this wouldn't have happened..."

"Master Dante ..." Fred came up and offered a few words of comfort.

Foglet ... Ailin chewed on the monster's name, feeling that something was off.

"Wait a minute..." he suddenly asked, "You started from Monte Cavo, so you didn't actually reach the end of the Kemba River before you encountered the Leshen?"

"That's right." Dante nodded.

"But we," Ailin glanced at Vesemir, "We landed the Greater Griffin at the end of the Kemba River, where there wasn't a single Foglet."

Vesemir frowned slightly, recalling the surrounding environment when he landed.

Dante paused for a few seconds. "Were you scared away by the intimidating aura of the Greater Griffin?"

Just as Ailin was about to say something, Huus' legs, which were made of red light spots, made a new movement, interrupting him.

His legs suddenly went weak, swayed a few times, and then collapsed.

However, before he could fall, someone caught him.

Then.

The red dots of light on the trace suddenly collapsed and transformed back into footprints.

Damn it!

Upon seeing this, Ailin was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly turned gloomy.

This doesn't look like someone being treated well by an acquaintance!