The hall is brightly lit, filled with a peculiar smell of plants and flesh and blood.
In the center of a neatly arranged stack of test tubes, sample bottles, herbal bags, and kraft paper, a strange set of instruments runs quietly.
It consists of a vessel with a heated bottom that resembles an ostrich egg, and an erected black coffin large enough to hold an adult male.
Connected between the two are three gleaming glass tubes that bend in waves and spirals.
Some sort of puffed milky white smoke from the ostrich egg slowly poured down the glass tube into the coffin.
Rita Ned, in a black low-cut dress, stood in front of the instrument. The fire from the heater reflected her beautiful face and the beautiful scenery of the rolling hills under her long skirt.
She pursed her coral-colored red lips tightly, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her slender fingers painted with rose-black nails fiddled with her fiery hair.
Eyes as blue as sea water stared at the metal warehouse with concern, as if to see through its hard outer shell and observe the experimental body inside.
For more than two years, members of the Witcher Brotherhood have undergone "second mutations" one by one in coffins.
This ingenious transformation is different from the grass trial. It does not add unstable mutant genes, but expands and extends on the basis of existing mutations. Therefore, the safety and reliability are terrifyingly high, and all participants have successfully improved. physical fitness.
And the time they spend is proportional to the degree of their mutation.
Previously, Ivar Evil Eye Grandmaster, who had undergone the first-generation green grass trial, took the longest, about a week.
And he—
Rita could not help grasping the beautiful pearl necklace on her chest. .
Roy, who has survived the trials of the snake pie, the flying lion monster and the wolf pie green grass, has once again created a miracle. 29 days and 18 hours, the mutation still continues.
The anomalies don't stop there.
She turned and glanced at the hole in the stone wall behind a row of black iron fences in the distance.
A terrifyingly long mottled black shadow swam through the hole, swaying the two slender tentacles above its head, the sickle-like jaws reflected the dim light, and hundreds of hooked feet swayed rapidly.
For more than two years, the mutated white widow centipede in the underground cave of the Nine Valleys has been able to reproduce with peace of mind under the care of the Brotherhood regardless of the cost, giving birth to more than 60 eggs.
The normal transformation only needs two at a time, while Roy consumes twenty.
If the transformation continues, the stockpile of White Widow eggs will be exhausted, and then—
An abrupt sound interrupted her thoughts, and the sorceress suddenly widened her eyes, exaggerated her red lips, and her mature and charming face showed a lovely tension.
puff-
The pale blue flame of the heater goes out.
Gulong Gulong!
A strange sound like boiling water tore apart the tranquility of the laboratory.
The erected metal black coffin vibrated violently twice, rushing and short, like a bird struggling in a spider web, and then the black lacquered outer shell was pushed outwards with a click.
The overwhelming white fog surged out, instantly engulfing the sorceress and the surrounding experimental equipment. A warm, moist, itchy nose swam like mist floating on the river, spreading to the entire hall.
Rita tried her best to widen her eyes to capture the figure in the coffin. At the same time, she skillfully waved her hands on her chest, chanted the incantation, and tore apart a few miniature vortices in the space, which quickly sucked away everything like a fan. of fog.
With all her concentration, her body suddenly froze, and a huge force rushed from behind, grabbed her slender waist, lifted her off the ground, and interrupted the spell.
Her body was weak and was held in the arms of the sneak attacker.
The white mist sprayed out from the broken vortex, covering the hall and the two figures again.
The exclamation of the sorceress and the chuckle of the man rang out.
Then the sound of velvet cracking, muffled groaning, coquettish anger, chasing, slapsticking, and laughter precipitated and reverberated in the white fog, like a lute movement composed of lovers murmured and intertwined.
The changing magic lights on the ceiling sprinkled into it, reflecting a hazy, warm and mysterious color light.
a long time later.
The smoke cleared.
There were two more figures on the operating table in the laboratory.
Roy, who was only wearing a pair of white linen shorts, was lying there with his left hand resting on the back of his head, his biceps, pectoral muscles, and eight-pack abs, which were well developed but not bloated, were dripping with fine sweat, and he stared at the gray ceiling. .
The sorceress propped her profile face with her left hand, and held a pinch of fiery hair in her right hand, and crossed his profile playfully, with elf-pointed ears, a sculptural nose, chin, silver-gray pupils, and a Circle the mouth with shallow stubble,
Bright eyes flashed.
The once young and ignorant boy has become a strong and handsome man, and the little villain has become a big villain.
After the second mutation that lasted for a month, his stature has grown a little taller, his skin is delicate and tough like cowhide, and his temperament has become more and more sharp and sharp, and the strength around him seems to be overflowing uncontrollably. .
"How does it feel?"
The sorceress asked with a smile, with a languid and contented nasal voice,
"Let's put it this way, Coral, I feel like I can single out the entire wolf faction now."
"If Lambert hears this, he will definitely fight with you!"
"Haha, let the horse come over, just to warm me up!"
Roy jumped to the ground from the operating table, twisted his neck and wrist, and there was a crackling sound in the joints all over his body. He jumped like a monkey with his toes buckled, and easily touched the four-meter-high ceiling.
Then he outlined the triangle charm with his five fingers, and a blazing red and golden light burst out, scorching the air to crackle, covering his whole body, like a layer of flowing liquid flame armor.
His mind quietly plunged into the template.
Roy
Age: 19
Health: 440→470 (Grass Trial +120)
Magic Power: 380 (Grass Trial +120)
Attributes:
Strength: 20→30
Agility: 20→30
Constitution: 32→35
Perception: 17
Will: 40
Charisma: 10
Spirit: 26
Added skills:
Secondary mutation (passive curing): Use the mutant white widow egg protein to perform secondary mutation on top of the existing mutation, and permanently increase strength and agility by 20% + 30 (snake, wolf, flying lion monster green grass test Refinement), due to the in-depth optimization of the mutant gene, the physique has been slightly improved.
Lava Quinn: After the second mutation, you can mobilize the earth element and the fire element at the same time, and release a variant of the Quen mark. The surface of the shield is attached with flame power, which burns the attacker.
…
The total attributes increased by this transformation reached 23 points, which was not inferior to a grass trial, and the strength and agility jumped by half, which perfectly complemented Roy's shortcomings in melee combat.
Now, with the exception of Ivar Evil Eye Grandmaster, his power and speed are at the apex of the Brotherhood.
Counting the potion and the blessing of Arrondette's "guardian", even if he fought two high-level vampires in close quarters, he was not afraid at all.
Such leap-forward progress can be regarded as a kind of accumulation. After all, ordinary witchers who have passed a trial of green grass will only gain 20% or 30% of their attributes after the transformation.
And he nearly died three times.
"Actually, you should wait a little longer," Rita Ned brushed away the wet hair in front of her forehead, "and wait until the transformation process is more complete before proceeding. For a whole month, relying on mutant white widow eggs to provide nutrition, I almost had to tear it apart. Drop that iron coffin and see what your big dreams are in it?"
The sorceress tilted her head to look at him, her eyes rippling, her long eyelashes flickering, "What are you worried about in such a hurry?"
Roy silently hugged her shoulders.
This is not without reason.
If you wait for four or five trials of green grass, and then make a second mutation, the benefits will be maximized.
But he couldn't wait.
The last wolf faction trial took more than a year, and he had a strong premonition that the fourth time would exceed three years, perfectly missing the most intense and ups and downs of the era.
Let alone the fifth time.
The bloody battle with the God of Bad Omen not long ago gave him a great warning that he couldn't turn into the supreme shadow every time he encountered a strong enemy. The long period of weakness was one of them. What worried him more was that he clearly felt Every time the transformation is released, it will enter a strange state.
A part of his emotions had been stripped away, and everything in the world had nothing to do with him. Geralt, Ciri, Triss, Coral, and many relatives and friends couldn't make his heart flutter in the slightest.
He is like an absolutely calm bystander, watching the development of everything indifferently.
He thought of the parting words of the Most High—
No matter how hot the feelings are, they will eventually be annihilated in time and space. Only destruction, purification, and circulation are the eternal truth.
He is not without consideration—frequent use of the "arrival" ability will affect his character and gradually wipe out his feelings.
So he has to become stronger through normal channels to deal with future crises!
…
"I'm a little worried about the Squirrel Party..." Roy lowered his head and sniffed Rita's hot hair, and then said, "The message I sent to Blue Mountain at the beginning of my request for Evelyn has never been answered. There is no doubt that Francis Ka doesn't trust the witchers of our Brotherhood, and won't even talk to me, and I have to be fully prepared to prevent her from playing tricks again."
The Elf Queen ignored the witcher's invitation to negotiate, and the Squirrel Party still raged in the North, willing to sacrifice herself as pawns for the Southern Empire.
The sorceress's face turned pale. She had used the relationship of the Warlock Association to contact this "Valley Daisy", but the other party seemed to know her deep relationship with the witcher and refused.
Triss and Yennefer also tried to no avail.
…
"Secondly, we have to be careful about the Wild Hunt... Ciri and Elena both have ancient blood flowing in their bodies, and the Wild Hunt has been searching for this precious and powerful ancestor blood for hundreds of years, and sooner or later will come and kidnap them, I must improve my combat effectiveness as soon as possible."
Speaking of which, Roy wanted to contact Francesca. On the one hand, he did not want to see Evelyn die, and on the other hand, it was also to find the spatial coordinates of the world where the Wild Hunt settled, because the relationship between the Elf Queen and the Wild Hunt was a gangster. shallow-
The elves of the Witcher world are the Ain Sidi clan, and the original identity of the Wild Hunt is the Ain El clan.
Both of them once belonged to the Ion Woodode clan, and they carried the blood of the ancients. With this god-given blood, they traveled through space, distorted the multiverse, and plundered the resources of thousands of worlds.
But this crossing is usually accompanied by a hoarfrost that destroys everything, and this vast cosmic catastrophe slowly but irreversibly pursues them, freezing the worlds they flee from, like punishment for their abuse of the blood of the ancients.
One day later, when the two clans passed through a "crossroad" during a long journey, they chose a completely different route to avoid the hoarfrost due to their differences in philosophy.
Plunder-loving Ain El (Wild Hunt) travels to a world of alders, carries out a clean-up and takes up magpie nests.
Ain Sheidi, who is good at invention and construction, came to the world of witchers, leaving behind countless exquisite buildings that can be called the treasures of civilization in history. Later, they were driven into the Blue Mountains by humans and became the current Philavande. Rui and the elf led by Francesca.
The sages between the two clans are inseparably connected, and they master the means of communication.
Roy sacked the inheritance of Weigfotez, and holds evidence that Francesca colluded with Nilfgaard and betrayed the Northern Warlocks Association. He knew more about their earnest expectations. Be sure to persuade them to cooperate.
Once he asks for clues from her mouth, Roy can follow the clues to find the base camp of the Wild Hunt, and come to the base camp of the Wild Hunt.
This is his style!
If all goes well, the elves of the Blue Mountains, the Ain Sidi people will have a piece of land that truly belongs to them - a plane.
Ai Fulin no longer has to fight with human beings to fight for the insignificant area of the Valley of Hundred Flowers.
…
"Don't worry," Rita Ned was very satisfied with his frankness. She sat up with her legs crossed and smiled with relief. Magical aura rose and fell on her embossed body, blinking her eyes to weave a glamorous and gorgeous dress. Black veil, "The Brotherhood has twenty witchers, six resident mages, inexhaustible potions, alchemy bombs, enchanted equipment, and many secret bases. Even if we can't beat them, we can still avoid the limelight. !"
"Next, you can stay in the laboratory at the bottom of the lake with peace of mind. I have to make sure that the second mutation leaves no sequelae, understand?" Rita, who was sitting on the operating table, stretched out the back of her flawless hand towards him without rebuttal.
"As you wish, my lady!"
Roy held his slender fingers and kissed gently.
Time flies by in a regular life, and in the next week, the witcher received the sorceress's considerate and meticulous all-round physical examination, and through a lot of exercise, he became familiar with the surge in strength and the Lava Quinn Seal.
On the eighth day, the three of Lambert, who were on a business trip under Soden, sent a long-distance call through the telescopic crystal, breaking the peace.