"How do you feel?"
Inside the blacksmith shop of Tyensail.
Tyensail and Berengar looked expectantly, having already put on Lynn, the first set of master-level equipment they had built.
The master set drawings of School of the Wolf were not found by Lynn in Toussaint, but provided by Berengar.
He is a demon hunter older than Geralt, and only younger than Vesemir, but in fact he is not much younger.
When he was still in Kaer Morhen, Berengar preferred wielding a hammer to wielding a sword.
Therefore, Berengar was fascinated by the equipment drawings of the school that others were not interested in.
Naturally, it was firmly imprinted in my mind.
School of the Wolf armor belongs to the medium armor type.
The ordinary School of the Wolf armor is just a set of leather armor. Its protective capabilities cannot be said to be nothing, at least it can be said to be better than nothing.
But when you reach the Grandmaster level, the situation becomes completely different.
The outer layer is a mixture of steel plates and impregnated flying lizard skin. Based on the jacket-style leather armor, a chainmail structure is added.
The inner shirt was further thickened and changed into a thicker armor.
With armor and mail as two layers of protection, even if he was hit by a pitchfork, the wound would not be penetrated too deep, and he would not be as helpless as Geralt at the end of the original work.
In addition, the core of School of the Wolf is alchemy bombs and magic potions.
Therefore, a tactical lanyard is passed over the shoulder and slung across the chest, providing a place for alchemy bombs and potions to be fixed for easy use at any time.
Lynn pulled out Gwyhyr, danced a set of School of the Wolf's sword skills in the store, and made several dodges and jumps in succession.
Finally put the sword back in.
Tyensail and Berengar are like primary school students who have handed in their test papers and are waiting for the teacher to grade them.
"How is it?"
Lynn showed a bright smile.
"I'm very satisfied, thank you for your hard work."
The School of the Wolf armor is medium armor. Even the grandmaster-level School of the Wolf armor is still inferior to the grandmaster-level School of the Bear heavy armor in terms of protective capabilities.
But light and flexible enough.
That's it.
Because the Potion of the Grasses of each school of demon hunters is different, the changes caused by mutations are also different.
Except for the demon hunters of School of the Bear, who can walk as fast as they can when wearing the heavy armor of their own school...
Demon hunters from other schools would probably be greatly affected if they wore it.
The most important thing about School of the Cat is that it is light and flexible, but it might just lie down.
It's not that heavier is better, but the one that suits you is the best.
Therefore, Lynn never requires every demon hunter to change into the master-level School of the Bear heavy armor, because that is simply unrealistic.
Rather than doing that, it would be better to let the witcher change his mode of action:
It's no longer a lone wolf operation, but a team trip.
Just like Napoleon once said: Three French armies cannot defeat two Mamluks, one hundred French armies can be evenly matched with one hundred Mamluks, three hundred French armies can usually defeat three hundred Mamluks, and one thousand French armies can always defeat one thousand five hundred Mamluks.
The same goes for witchers.
A witcher can only defeat a dozen soldiers, so wouldn't it be better to increase the number of witchers?
Originally, in this era, mercenaries also acted in groups.
The reason why witchers are accustomed to living alone is not part of a conspiracy theory. It is simply a reward from most demon hunting entrustments, which can barely feed a witcher (this is also based on the fact that the villagers who pay the witcher pay honestly).
If two or three demon hunters go together to accept a demon hunting commission, the reward will definitely not be enough.
Just for this reason, most demon hunters are lone wolves.
For Tyensail and Berengar products, Lynn gave high praise.
This gave the two of them a lot of emotional value.
It was as if they had been given a shot of blood. They had not rested long before they plunged into a new round of forging.
Start building master-level equipment for other demon hunters.
Seeing that the two of them were busy, Lynn stopped disturbing them and left the blacksmith shop.
When passing an erected notice board on Hierarch Square, he suddenly glanced to the side and saw a brand new reward order that had just been posted on the top of the notice board.
His heart moved, he walked to the notice board and looked at the reward notice above.
It turns out that this reward order is for an evil bear named Hogger.
It read: This evil bear appeared near a mine outside the city two days ago.
Brutally killed three workers and several hunters who tried to hunt down the evil bear.
Therefore, the owner of this mine, Mr. Dursley, hopes to enlist the power of demon hunters to eliminate the evil bears that endanger the mine.
"Evil bear? Well, maybe you can give it a try, just to test the reliability of this set of master-level School of the Wolf armor in actual combat."
According to the location marked on the reward order, Lynn soon found Mr. Dursley in a brothel in Bits.
After a conversation, Mr. Dursley expressed concerns about Lynn's approach of going alone.
Even though the fighting ability of the hunters is not as good as that of the soldiers of the regular army, several hunters set out to attack the evil bear, but none of them came back. This is enough to illustrate the terror of the evil bear.
What's more, according to other lumberjacks who escaped when the evil bear attacked the mine, the evil bear was as big as a small house, and its open mouth could cut a person in half.
Therefore, even if the person who was called this time was really a demon hunter, Lynn looked too young.
It is very different from the stereotyped image of a demon hunter with a fierce expression and sinister eyes that Dursley has in mind.
And.
Don't people always say that witchers are in rags and poor?
Why is this guy so dressed up and looking like a noble knight?
Could it be that the other party's true identity is really a noble?
Dursley Your Excellency is worried.
After persuading him to no avail, he had no choice but to call on his lumberjacks and follow Lynn to the mine occupied by the evil bear.
The group of people walked outside the city for almost an hour. Except for Lynn, everyone else was panting from exhaustion.
Lynn glanced at the potbellied Lord Dursley: "How far is it?"
"It'll probably take another five hundred meters or so to get there."
Dursley Your Excellency took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he turned around, he saw that the lumberjacks who came with him were at least dozens of meters away from the two of them, and they all looked like they were ready to run away at any moment.
He couldn't help but feel strange. "What's going on with you? Why are you so far away? Come here quickly, we still have a few hundred meters to go."
Workers, you look at me and I look at you.
But no one moved.
Everyone looked embarrassed.
"Master Dursley, we... we'd better forget it."
"Yes, I'm still young and I still have a lot of good life ahead of me. I don't want to die so early."
"Me too, I have a fifty-year-old mother and a five-month-old child who is waiting to be fed. If I were gone, both my mother and child would have to go to the northwest to drink."
"I don't want to die. At worst, I won't do this job anymore."
Dursley Your Excellency's face turned red.
But before he could speak, he heard Lynn beside him say.
"Yes, even if the army comes to attack that beast, it is estimated that hundreds of casualties will have to be paid to kill it."
"Just stay here."
"Sir Dursley, please have my money ready. I will be back right away."