Chapter 437 Wizard Ailin?
"Hmm?"
Vesemir paused as he approached, and said in surprise: "Ban Ader is in trouble again."
He subconsciously turned his head to look to the side, and then he remembered that Arryn had returned to his room a long time ago and was not here.
What am I thinking about?
Vesemir shook his head with a smile.
How could something happen to Ban Ader and be related to Arryn?
"What happened?" Vesemir asked as he approached.
Nenneke did not answer directly. After his eyes wandered around the grass, he asked back: "Where is Arryn?"
"As soon as I received the news that the great griffin had returned, I came here."
"Didn't he come back with you?"
Vesemir didn't care about Nenneke's neglect.
One incident after another, in the temple, Arryn might be more important than all the demon hunters of the Wolf School combined.
"He went back, and he seemed to be a little unwell..."
"Didn't you say that he would recover from his weakness today?" Nenneke frowned slightly.
"He has indeed recovered," Vesemir shook his head. "I saw him fight in the afternoon, and his swordsmanship was even more fierce than before... uh... maybe he just recovered and then fought fiercely, so his body is not fully adapted..."
"How can a patient be allowed to fight as soon as he recovers..." Nenneke's eyebrows were frowned into a cloud of worry, and his tone was reproachful, "Alin is still a child after all, it's okay if he doesn't know..."
"As an older witcher master with so much experience, don't you know that recovery needs to be done step by step..."
Unless they are seriously injured, how can a witcher recover step by step...
Vesemir was a little speechless.
They are warriors with thicker skin and stronger recovery ability, not warlocks who break like pottery at the touch.
Witchers were created to fight for a long time in the most difficult environment, how can they be so fragile...
Of course.
Vesemir looked at Nenneke's angry eyes and slightly raised eyebrows, and swallowed his words rationally.
"I'll be careful next time." He sighed, scratched his hair, and agreed obediently.
It was only Aylin, otherwise, who would care about a witcher without parents who was injured in a fierce battle.
The client would only complain about the witcher's carelessness, which delayed the completion of the commission and caused more losses.
For a moment, even Vesemir was a little jealous of Aylin.
Nenneke nagged for a few more sentences, and Vesemir's hands were almost rubbing the brim of his black wide-brimmed hat until his skin was bald, and then he remembered her own purpose.
"Let's go find Aylin. The injury is not a small problem. I have to see it," Nenneke invited her, but her feet had already crossed the grass and walked towards the gravel path to the west. "Let's talk about Ben Ade's matter there, so I don't have to say it again..."
Vesemir, who was nagged for a long time, could only say yes repeatedly, knowing in his heart that Nenneke should not come to find him.
But he didn't feel neglected.
He didn't like those things that were not straightforward, so he might as well let Aylin think about them.
"You are worthy of being my demon hunter apprentice, Vesemir..." he thought.
Then he took two steps and saw the young demon hunter who was still lazily lying on the ground, squinting at him with his eyes, and angrily scolded:
"Why don't you get up and continue training!"
"When I come back, if the test shows that anyone's Ottrop Sign can't withstand an Igni, let alone the claws, I will tie you to the wing claws of the great griffin..."
Before Vesemir's rebuke was over, the seven demon hunters immediately jumped up from the ground, their faces pale.
Wing claws...
At the speed of the great griffin flapping its wings, following the great griffin all the way, one life will be half gone.
More importantly, the image.
After these days of monster hunting, the seven young demon hunters still have a little reputation in Elland, relying on the reputation of the leader, and they all have idol baggage.
What if the landing point chosen by the big griffin is crowded with people...
The young demon hunters can imagine the embarrassing scene of them being tossed around by the big griffin like puppets in public.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
The school badge buzzed.
Before Vesemir walked far, seven purple balls lit up on the open grass.
...
The hut in the temple.
The moment the flesh and blood core of the summoning ritual disappeared from the inventory, the mutant organ next to Ailin's heart suddenly beat like a heart... no... even more violently than a heart.
Scorching, as if a ball of molten magma was surging in the organ.
"Buzz~"
The wolf emblem buzzed violently, jumped out directly from the collar, and vibrated in mid-air.
The light spots of the four elements of red, brown, green, and blue were rotating around Ailin, and the fire element with the highest affinity actually rose from the void with crackling sparks.
Ailin had never felt the emotions of the elements so clearly.
He felt the lightness of the wind, the heaviness of the earth, the gentleness of the water, and the restlessness of the fire, and they responded to him with unbridled enthusiasm.
Especially the fire element.
Those tiny red elves rushed into his body from the hut and flew out of his body, as if the barrier of the flesh was nothing to them.
Although the activity of other types of elements was less, they also jumped into his body one after another.
In this process, a connection that seemed to exist but not exist was generated.
The fire element is the closest, followed by the earth element and the water element. Although the wind element is the worst, its connection is increasing at a speed far exceeding the first three.
"Hmph~"
The pain of burning flesh made him groan involuntarily.
Ailin looked at the personal panel in front of him.
The magic power in the attribute column rose rapidly.
93, 94, 95, 98, 99...
Then, without stopping, under Ailin's astonished eyes, it surpassed 100, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through the 110 mark and stopped at 119.
Just a little short of surpassing 120.
[Attributes: Strength 94, Agility 79, Constitution 85, Perception 88, Mystic 119 (+26)]
[Affinity: Water 15 (Magic Source·Water 5%), Earth 19 (Magic Source·Earth 9%), Wind 21 (Magic Source·Wind 11%) (+11), Fire 24 (Magic Source·Fire 14%), Space 2]
Abundant magic power surged around the body.
There seemed to be warm magic power between the breath, soaking every corner of the body.
The magic power was even stagnant, stagnating in the veins because it was too abundant.
This made Ailin want to perform all the seals he had learned countless times to pour out the stagnant magic power.
But he knew.
Even if he really did this, the "stagnant" magic power could not be discharged.
Because of the inherent limitations of the seal, whether it is a defensive seal like Quinn and Otrope, or an output seal like Igni and Alder, all of them replace output speed with output power.
This was not a weakness for the demon hunters. They could only store a small amount of magic power, and the magic veins in their bodies could hardly withstand the input and output of a large amount of magic power.
The seal was even created specifically for the demon hunters by the warlock leaders of the demon hunter cult, such as Alzu and Cosimo, to assist them in close combat.
But now, Ailin's body can fully support him and release more powerful spells.
The seal can no longer bring out his full potential in magic power.
Or in other words.
In addition to the spells that match his strength, he is already a wizard.
"But..." Aylin frowned and felt the changes in his body, "Why is there no 'barrier', and the mystery is so unhindered that it exceeds 100?"
"Is it because I am special, and all my attributes have no limit, or is it only the mystery that is like this?"
"Wait..."
Aylin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of Mary's attributes that he had identified before.
[Name: Margarita Laux Antille]
[Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 9, Constitution 12, Perception 76, Mystery 81]
Mary's attributes are very extreme, and both perception and mystery are far higher than other attributes.
But she does not seem to be hindered by any of the obstacles that Vesemir suffered when he improved his perception.
And Mary is not a wild mage, but an "excellent professional student" who graduated from Aretusa. Her attribute growth must be the attribute growth ratio of ordinary warlocks.
And so on.
Not to mention the special magic source Heng Gedimidis, Vera and Tissaia de Vries's mystery must be more than 100, and it should be more than 100 when strength, agility and constitution are all at low values.
Well, apart from anything else, at least the "limit" of the attribute of mystery is not at the value of 100.
But...
"It's not just an attribute improvement." Ailin closed his eyes and realized.
On the personal panel, although the improvement of mystery has stopped, the changes in the body have just begun.
The mutant organ next to the heart emits a fiery red light.
It... is melting, turning into countless light spots along the heart, and being absorbed by some tiny veins.
But the container that stores magic power in the body did not completely disappear, but dissipated in many veins. His whole body, not just a certain organ, became a container of magic power.
The mutant organ did not disappear. After nearly half of it melted, the burning red light disappeared.
Except for being a little smaller, there seemed to be no other changes.
However, when the red light completely dissipated, Ailin seemed to suddenly stick his head out from below the sea level to the distant sky.
The four elements suddenly became particularly clear in his perception, as if he had been under the water in the past, watching, listening, and sensing...
This feeling... is like a new life.
"Is this the world that warlocks see?"
Alin was stunned.
The flesh and blood core of the summoning ritual was completely absorbed, and the crackling vision disappeared.
He closed his eyes and stayed there for a while, and then...
"Quack~Quack~Quack..."
The mysterious chanting of the spell echoed in the wooden house.
The flickering light blue light quickly appeared from the void and gathered in Ailin's palm.
The ice spear took shape between two breaths.
The spear was sharp and the cold light flashed, which made people feel scared.
This is a real ice spear, not the small ice spear that was only the length and thickness of an index finger in the past.
If it is not launched, the five fingers are clenched together, and the index finger and middle finger cannot even be completely closed. It can be used as a real spear.
And this is not his limit.
The spell of the ice spear spell is repeated in multiple sections. Every time the middle section is repeated, the length and thickness of the ice spear will increase.
Ailin felt that he could even release the original ice spear of the Water Ghost King, which was only a few centimeters thinner than his waist.
But he didn't continue, and neither released it nor held it to swing.
As soon as the spell sounded in his mouth stopped, his index finger gently tugged at the body of the spear.
"Crazy~"
The huge ice spear instantly shattered into countless ice crystals with blue light, and disappeared without a trace before it landed.
Only the sudden drop in the temperature in the wooden hut and the water droplets oozing out from the wooden amulet on the roof can prove that it once existed.
"Compared with the magic seal, the spell obtained from the Water Ghost King earlier is more suitable for me now..."
Ailin felt the feeling of the sudden gathering of magic just now, and the power of the ice spear ten times that before, and had a deep understanding.
The Ice Spear Curse, a spell that is different from the Seal and the Spell, is full of wild and primitive flavor.
As long as your magic and elemental affinity are sufficient, you can increase the power of the spell without limit, and the magic seal and spell have a limit in line with each other.
Of course, spells also have weaknesses.
At least for the moment, it is unstable and dangerous.
and……
"My current fighting style is still based on melee combat," said Ailin Sisuo. "I haven't used the Ice Spear Spear much recently, and the mudslides are also because they are not suitable for the current combat system."
The Ice Spear Spell will alarm the enemy.
Mudslides can even damage the ground, which is a big taboo for melee professions that rely on pace to dodge.
More importantly, the Ice Spear Curse and Mudslide are more than 100 years old, and their power is too low to match the melee benefits supported by the sword oil potion.
But now...
"I seem to think about the new combat system..." Ailin lowered his head and pondered.
It's a little trouble, but it's a worry of happiness.
It's hard for Ailin to imagine now.
How strong will he be if he combines the witch hunter and warlock system?
Of course, the new combat system will not be explored clearly in a short time, and it is difficult to support the warlock's talent with these three or four spells alone, and it all takes time.
And now, it is not the time to spend a lot of time thinking.
With a thought, he jumped to the inventory and soon found a cloud of fog.
A blurry and magnificent ball, like the purple mist of star clusters in the universe.
The suffocating desire burst out again from all the cells and every muscle fiber in the body.
Perhaps because of the improvement of strength, this ultimate desire has even increased by several points.
But this time, he did not reject this desire, but let it go...
"bite!"
【Do you use the element of x-on:#￥%&*1? 】
Next second.
The magnificent "star cluster" in the inventory suddenly disappeared.
at the same time.
Ailin suddenly subconsciously shook his ears and looked up at the wooden wall on the right.
Two familiar footsteps suddenly appeared in his perception and were getting closer.
"Visermere...and Nannik..."
He immediately realized from the rushing footsteps that they were coming to him.
"Why is it at this time?"
Ailin looked at the elements that had disappeared in the translucent inventory, and could only pray that the movement would be smaller when absorbing the "x-on:#￥%& element".
but……
Is this possible?