#1114 Escape (3800 4000 Supplement)

Inside the Great Library.

Aaron closed the "Noble Articles and Royal Bloodline Atlas" with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Interesting!"

Stryker felt that the book was rotten, outdated...a record of something useless.

But if you study it carefully and trace the complex blood pedigree of the nobles, you will find a very interesting thing.

"These principalities, kingdoms...not only have very stable governance, but also marry each other, and even advocate inbreeding...but the throne is still very solid."

"Even... going back to the end, all the royal families and great nobles came from those families... the whole Adeson Continent is like this."

"Even if there are some repetitions during the period, it will take decades at most, not more than a hundred years, and things will be righted immediately!"

"It's as if... there is an invisible big hand that regularly grooms..."

Aaron closed the ancient book with anticipation in his eyes: "According to estimates... the next cleaning will be between the next one to five years..."

"So...it's time to get out and leave."

Thinking of this, he took out a crystal bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and poured the red liquid inside directly into his mouth.

This is Aaron's latest configuration of the 'Red Mountain Elixir'.

After taking it, it will stimulate the spirit and directly enter the second mutation stage of the witcher!

Of course, before that, he also made various preparations to improve his physical fitness to the peak.

Moreover, he deduced the most suitable meditation method for him.

After the potion entered his abdomen, Aaron bent down slightly.

After becoming an official witcher, he was killed by a potion, and such a rude disrespect would never happen to him.

His lips trembled, and his spirit began to diffuse, spread...

red!

As far as the eye can see, it is a scarlet!

In that scarlet center, is a majestic mountain!

Do not……

That's not a mountain! It's...a majestic body...only half of it remains.

It turned over suddenly, revealing a half-pale woman's face, staring at Aaron, opening its mouth wide, as if to say something.

Unfortunately, she didn't make a sound, and there was a black hole in her mouth.

Aaron was shocked, and the whole person woke up.

He touched his forehead and found it was cold sweat.

The back was cold for a while, and it seemed to be wet.

"The origin of the witcher... it seems to contain some secrets, interesting, really interesting!"

Aaron sneered and glanced at the attribute column:

【Name: Aaron (Zorro)】

[Talent: Immortality]

【Age: 107】

[Occupation: Demon Hunter (Master)]

【Gene mutation: secondary】

[Gene Ability: Surge of Blood, Manipulation of Blood (Single Player)]

[Skills: Reading and Writing (Master), Herbology (Master), Swordsmanship (Master), Riding (Master), Wild Survival (Master), Viper Breathing (Master), Shadow Dragon Meditation (Master), Blood Meditation (Master)...]

...

"Blood manipulation...single? Can I manipulate blood in a single individual?"

"It's also a waste skill. Although it's okay for singles, what's the use of group attacks?"

Aaron also felt the shackles of genetics.

Obviously, if it hadn't been reserved in advance, this promotion would not have been so easy.

"Well...let me give it a try."

Thinking of this, he stood up and walked out of the library.

"Master Aaron, your face doesn't look very good!"

A witcher who was monitoring him said in surprise: "What happened? Do you want a doctor?"

He is also responsible for Aaron's safety. If something happens to the herbalist, Jaeger I will never spare him!

So while asking, he also stepped forward to help.

choke!

The next moment, Aaron pulled out the long sword from the Demon Hunter's waist and stabbed it into the Demon Hunter's chest!

"what are you doing?"

Another witcher drew his sword and jumped away.

Unfortunately, it was already late at night, and there was no one near the library at all.

"Of course... kill you!"

Aaron sneered, posing a stabbing sword, a charge!

The witcher opposite looked at him.

Suddenly, he felt the blood flow in his body, and it seemed to stagnate for a while.

This is as if the breath suddenly broke during the long-distance running, and the chain effect caused by it is all-round.

The long sword blocked by the witcher lost its strength in an instant, and then was easily picked up by Aaron.

"This kind of power and skill...you are..."

There was a look of horror on the witcher's face.

When did the weak pharmacist who was protected by them actually become a demon hunter? And he's a witcher master!

This unscientific!

But the next moment, Aaron struck back with a sword.

The dazzling sword light became the last scene in the world he saw.

After killing the two witcher monitors, Aaron dragged their corpses into the library, and brought the corpse he had prepared earlier.

This is also to give Jaeger a face, lest he still pursue him.

Then... a terrifying flame started to burn from the library, gradually forming a torch in the dark night.

At this time, Jaeger I was probably still in his palace, entertaining guests.

Aaron glanced in the direction of the palace one last time, smiled, and disappeared into the darkness.

...

The passage of time does not depend on human will.

The case of the library fire made Jaeger I furious and searched the entire capital for spies...

And then that's it.

Although a master herbalist died, he also took two witchers with him.

However, the current Jaeger I family has a great career, and there are many people who rely on him.

Stryker is also more than enough to make up for the loss of Aaron.

Soon, Stryker became Jaeger I's chief maester, and his fame grew.

He was committed to exploring the realm above the witcher master, and proposed a feasible operation, which was reused by Jaeger I.

But what puzzled Jaeger I was that the surrounding countries neither recognized his crown nor sent troops to attack him.

Seems to have isolated him en masse diplomatically.

This made the king feel a little bad, but he didn't know how to break the game, so he could only pursue the power above the so-called witcher master more frantically.

In the blink of an eye, two years have passed.

...

beyond the continent of Addison.

A floating boat slowly approached.

It is hundreds of meters long and a dozen meters wide, and it flies very fast in mid-air.

Not only that, a circle of blue air flow always lingers around the airship, so that people standing on the deck without shelter and protection can't feel the slightest breeze.

"Masca Warlock!"

A young man wearing a gray soft robe with a few pimples on his face is salutes another black-robed old man in awe: "According to the map, we have arrived at Yadsen Island!"

On the deck, there are also some naive teenagers, dressed in gorgeous costumes, all of them are arrogant, but they are well-bred, with politeness that refuses to be thousands of miles away, they seem to be big nobles 's descendants.

At this time, they looked at the outline of the coastline below curiously and whispered to each other:

"Is this Aderson Island? In such a remote place, I almost only read one sentence in a book..."

"I didn't expect that in such a place, there are also descendants of formal warlocks..."

"A great bloodline is a great bloodline everywhere! According to the agreement, every hundred years, there will be schools and academies that go to Yadsen to select talented young people, just like us..."

"One hundred years? We have one every ten years in Cape Storm... They are so miserable!"

"Yeah, it is said that some apprentice warlock families have forgotten their past glory because of this, and are addicted to the noble struggle for power... The most ridiculous thing is that some apprentice warlocks were even assassinated because of this!"

"Ah... who would dare to kill the great apprentice warlock? Another warlock?"

"No, it is said that they are some guys who call themselves witchers. They are inferior test products... It is said that there are some nobles behind them, so... it can be regarded as an infighting of the warlock family, right?"

...

With whispers, the huge airship quickly landed on a flat clearing.

Here, members of the royal family are already waiting.

They are arranged in order according to their respective family crests. The first are several families that have had formal warlocks, and the latter are their marriage families and collateral families.

The families that have only been apprentices of warlocks are at the bottom of the list, with only two or three members, and they look timid.

Warlock is a profession that values ​​bloodline very much.

The greater the sorcerer, the more likely his descendants are more gifted.

Therefore, those formal warlocks often establish families, and according to the convention, the families of these warlocks will become the royal family and royal family in the corners of the continent, and will be passed down from generation to generation!

What maintains their throne is the bloodline, and the power to send family members for testing on a regular basis!

The airship slowly fell to the ground, and it seemed that no dust was splashed.

With a slight tap from the feet of Warlock Masca, a vulture made of rotting flesh gave a long cry, lifted him up, and came to the top of the waiting group of people.

"Respected Master Masca, I am Penelope of the Misri family! I represent the five local warlock families and seventeen apprentice families, welcome you!"

A sweet and lovely-looking female archduke with a crown on her head led people to salute.

The Misri family is the most powerful founder of the 'Baisen Kingdom' on the Adelson Continent, and has agreements with several nearby kingdoms on marriage, vassalization, and protection.

According to the view of the people of the Adelson mainland, the Misri family can already build an empire!

But all these honors and titles can't make the Maska Warlock move.

He looked at the girl, and a thoughtful expression suddenly appeared on his face: "The Misri family...a hundred years ago, was a female apprentice named Turin selected?"

"Yes, she's my great-great-grandmother!"

Penelope replied respectfully and politely.

"She has been promoted to a formal warlock..."

Masca's face softened slightly and stopped before Penelope.

Obviously, the previous glory and power are not worth mentioning in the eyes of this official warlock. The only thing worth mentioning is that there is an official warlock in the relatives of the other party, and this is the key to his change of attitude!

Masca looked around: "Is everyone here?"

"No... No!" Penelope replied with some trepidation: "And the royal family of Rogge Kingdom... Most of them have been killed by the rebelling small nobles, and the rest have lost their inheritance and are scattered all over the island. …”

"Rogge?" Masca recalled: "A kingdom established by a warlock apprentice? It's like a joke... Who is that little noble? Don't you know that he is offending the great warlock bloodline?"

Penelope's face became even more disturbed: "The previous king of the Rogge Kingdom died too early, and the new king is a child who has not received a glorious traditional education, and... It has been one month since the last time. It's been a hundred years..."

A hundred years, in this era, is the change of at least five or six generations.

The power of time will make the ignorant forget everything!

"Only a hundred years, there are dirty and despicable people, dare to offend the glory of the warlock?"

Warlock Mascar's expression became calmer.

And Penelope became more cautious: "Jaeger of the Lancaster family is the leader of those who betrayed the party... He has mastered and optimized the cultivation method of demon hunters, and he has a large number of demon hunters under his command... "

"You said so much, do you want me to take action?"

Warlock Masca looked at Penelope with a half-smile, and just when the Grand Duchess seemed unusually uneasy, he suddenly smiled: "Yes... As long as you pay a price that satisfies me, I don't mind. One shot."

...

Lancaster Kingdom.

Jaeger I always felt that something was wrong.

He originally thought that this was a world where the weak eat the strong. , become the ruler of Adelson!

But the reality is... the high-level actions of various countries are surprisingly consistent!

This is information that he does not know at all from a minor nobleman, and even a little at a loss.

Until this day!

"His Majesty!"

Jaeger I was reviewing documents in the palace, and a witcher hurried in, his face twisted: "Outside...outside..."

"What's going on outside?"

Jaeger I stepped out of the palace impatiently and looked up at the sky.

Then, he saw a shadow that oppressed all beings!

A huge floating airship had come to his palace at some point, filled with the smell of badness.

"guard!"

Jaeger I roared loudly and asked his court guard to escort him.

These are witchers carefully selected by him, and their loyalty is very reliable, and soon more than a hundred people have gathered!

But the next moment, lightsabers descended from the sky, piercing the demon hunters one after another and nailing them to the square.

A black-robed man riding a rotten vulture slowly fell from the airship.

His eyes were gloomy and he waved his hand: "Darkness... shackles!"

Three black halos instantly appeared around Jaeger I's body, binding him like chains.

He looked at this scene, his face was not despair, but a very strange expression.

It was as if... the world I had always believed in had suddenly collapsed!