Chapter 379

As witchers, they have unusual physiques.

Vesemir also drew his sword.

It was also the first time that John saw the fighting method of a demon hunter.

Vesemir's swordsmanship is calm and not at all fancy.

Each of his sword strikes was aimed at defeating his opponent.

John was proficient in the level 6 sword, and was forced to retreat one after another in the face of the attacks from the person in front of him.

"Level 7 swordsmanship."

With his eyes focused, John held the sword in his right hand and collided with the opponent's weapon.

This is a sword skill that belongs to the pinnacle of human beings. After more than twenty collisions, John's throat was pressed against the sword.

In contrast to John's embarrassment, Vesemir seemed relaxed and happy.

"It's like Dumbledore with a sword." John lowered the tip of his sword with some disappointment.

The last people to put such pressure on him were Dumbledore and Voldemort.

With swordsmanship alone, John would not be able to make an effective counterattack in front of Vesemir.

but……

A wand slipped from John's sleeve.

He is not just a swordsman.

"Protego"

Vesemir's sword was deflected, and John's wand shot out white light and hit a yellow shield formed by Vesemir's raised left hand.

"Alder's Seal."

"Expelliarmus!"

John was knocked away by the impact, and the sword in Vesemir's hand also fell out of his hand.

After rolling on the ground twice to relieve his strength, John rubbed his shoulders, as if he had been hit by a cow just now.

And Vesemir was stunned for a moment when he saw the weapon flying out.

John walked over and pulled out the weapon stuck in the snowdrift and handed it to Vesemir.

"You are the most skilled swordsman I have ever seen." There was no disrespect in John's tone.

He said to Vesemir: "If I want to learn, I wonder what the price will be?"

Vesemir put his sword back into its scabbard, shook his head and said, "There is no need to pay, I can already confirm that you do not belong to any sect."

Once upon a time, a school of demon hunters betrayed this group, so Vesemir needed to conduct a test on John to see if he was an undercover agent of that school.

Now it seems that John is indeed unusual.

Although he could be defeated with swordsmanship, Vesemir was not sure whether he could win in an unprepared instant battle because of the unpredictable magic.

The fighting style of his style is more about preparation.

Because of the betrayal of a faction, this castle was plunged into flames of war.

There are not many people left in the genre, and if you can absorb a good talent like John, it will be a very good investment.

"I haven't told you yet," Vesemir came to John and extended his hand, "Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Yadani."

"This winter, I will train you to become a true witcher."

John held his hand and smiled: "My pleasure, Master Vesemir."

Vesemir smiled.

The Black Witcher has officially become a member of Kaer Morhen Castle.

As the snow gets darker, more and more demon hunters return here from all over the continent.

This is also Vesemir's favorite and saddest time. The only thing he hopes for is that there will be more than one of these demon hunters he has trained by himself.

But the reality is often not as expected.

Witchers are back, just fewer than in previous years.

A look of loneliness flashed across Vesemir's face. He played the role of mentor and father among this group of people.

The last person to return had milky white hair and two swords behind his back.

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Chapter 404 I became a hunter

In the hall of Kaer Morhen, more than twenty demon hunters were drinking wine and chatting about what they had encountered.

The candlelight made the deserted hall more bright, and they made it feel like home.

"A lively scene."

John saw the white-haired witcher who finally arrived, and he hugged the other witchers one by one.

Here, they are like family.

Both of them are monsters hated by the world. Only when they get together can they show their emotions beyond rumors.

Leaning on the armrest on the second floor, John recalled that his time here was not short.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss sixth grade." Assuming the flow rate here was the same as the original world, John felt that he might be regarded as a missing person.

"Yadani," Vesemir came to John and patted his shoulder, "come with me and get to know them."

When John was brought into Kaer Morhen, Vesemir adopted him as his own child.

As Vesemir walked down, the demon hunters saw Vesemir, with respect in their eyes.

But when John walked out, there was doubt in their eyes again.

Vesemir held the silver cup and looked at the demon hunters with emotion: "I hope you can be safe and come home alive."

The witcher raised his glass and drank together.

"Here's to us for spending another winter." A demon hunter took over and raised his glass.

"Jing is alive and breathing."

"To my brothers."

Each demon hunter expressed his true feelings.

After it was over, Vesemir held the wine glass with one hand and patted John's shoulder with the other, "I will introduce you to a new person. He is..."

"Black hair, and that sword." A tall demon hunter stared closely at John's dress and said word by word, "Black demon hunter, Yadani."

"It seems that my name is lucky enough to reach your ears." John chuckled.

The atmosphere was not as harmonious as the family dinner just now, and the demon hunters looked at John.

"You destroyed a city." The tall demon hunter stared at John with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Lambert," the dark-skinned witcher next to him reminded him.

But Lambert still said sarcastically: "He did more than just that, Black Demon Hunter."

Vesemir did not speak, he wanted to see how John would solve this problem.

The cream-haired witcher spoke, "Calm down, Lambert."

"Geralt, will you destroy the city like him?" Lambert is like a dynamite barrel that will explode whenever anyone clicks on him.

Geralt covered his face with his hands and sighed helplessly.

Lambert looked at John and snorted: "He only dares to scare ordinary people."

"You know what?" John laughed dumbly. He walked towards Lambert, stopped in front of him, and said softly, "If you have a problem with me, don't be like a talkative bitch and use your weapons to speak. ."

"Nothing you can ask for!" Lambert choked.

The truth in the fist will naturally convince the other party.

Geralt held down Lambert's shoulders, but Lambert pushed him away.

The dark-skinned demon hunter Cohen said helplessly: "You know, this is called youthfulness."

Lambert is the second youngest witcher among them.

"Yadani," John was stopped by Vesemir as he walked out, and Vesemir said, "don't kill Lambert."

"Don't worry, Vesemir," John said easily, "I never kill anyone."

Their conversation made the demon hunters present look strange. Although Lambert was young, he was very powerful.

Except for a few people present, other demon hunters did not dare to say that they were Lambert's opponents.

John walked out of the hall.

They came all the way to the clearing where they fought Vesemir last time.

Lambert drew his sword and waved to John, "Show me what you're capable of, Black Witcher."

John drew his sword slowly, with a nonchalance that annoyed Lambert.

He admitted that John had made him angry.

Lambert rushed towards John after John's sword was unsheathed.

As all the witchers watched the battle, Geralt came to Vesemir and asked: "Do you believe him?"

Geralt looked at the two people who were at war with each other and continued: "I can see that he is very young, really young."

"He is not a bad person," Vesemir said with his arms crossed and an indifferent expression. "I met him on the Blue Mountains. At that time, he was fighting with a flying lion and killing it."

"A flying lion?" Geralt frowned, "I haven't seen that kind of monster in the Blue Mountains for a long time."

"This is not a good sign. The world is changing, White Wolf." Vesemir said deeply, "This child is also one of the changes."

The battle over there has begun.

In full view of everyone, Lambert rushed to John, the sword in his hand cutting through the snowflakes.

John did it at the same time, without using magic.

He wanted to see these demon hunters and his own swordsmanship.

The sword blade collided with a spark.

The silver light dazzled under the snow. Lambert was so powerful that every sword blow could fly away the snowflakes on his body.

And John's sword was not bad either. After more than a dozen moves, he roughly estimated Lambert's strength.

Level 5 is close to level 6 swordsmanship.

The other party's attempt to defeat John with swordsmanship is tantamount to talking in a dream.

After finding out the details, John seized the opportunity for Lambert to swing his sword, used the tip of the sword to deflect Lambert's weapon, took three steps and two steps at a time, jumped up and hit Lambert's chest with his knee.

Lambert's tall body stepped back repeatedly and couldn't help but kneel down.

John's sword turned, cut through the sky, and rested on Lambert's neck.

Lambert's originally condescending gaze turned to looking upward. John looked like a king crowning his subjects, his expression calm and unwavering.

Lambert's face turned blue and purple, and finally he muttered: "I lost."

He could actually use the seal to continue fighting, but he didn't.

Because he didn't think that his seal could destroy a city wall.

John raised his eyebrows and threw the silver sword into the air.

He walked towards the demon hunters and faced them, with his hands spread out and his posture relaxed, "Who else wants to find a reason for Balvi?"

The witchers looked at each other, and Geralt said with emotion, "I now believe that he killed the flying lion alone."

Vesemir joked: "You should have seen the head, it's in there."

The silver sword flying into the air reached its limit and fell downwards, exactly where John was.