Late at night, it's quiet.

Leon finished his meditation and walked out of the treehouse a little tired to breathe.

Whether you're a witcher or a wizard, meditation is quite energy-consuming, like calculating a math problem in your brain.

So every once in a while, take a break.

He climbed down the rattan ladder, and along the way, he could see a number of miniature treehouses, in which the elves were sleeping peacefully in each other's arms.

There are all kinds of strange sleeping appearances, but most of them are carefree.

These little ones are optimistic and heartless, and sometimes they are really enviable.

The Potions Lab was brightly lit, and the figures of Lagaia and Angelina were staggered back and forth in the light, looking extremely busy.

From today onwards, Lagaia will be taking a large amount of potions every day until she reaches the threshold (yu) value of the middle sequence.

This is simply a repeat of Leon's experience some time ago.

However, compared to the witcher, the wizard can take more potions, and the process is destined to be more painful.

Ever since Leon had told them what Dante had said to him, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere had been replaced by urgent preparations for battle.

The reason why he said this, Li Ang was not simply out of consideration that he wanted to participate in the Green Grass Trial.

Before this, Leon had actually hesitated many times not to tell them about these things.

Although in the face of the abyss, one more high sequence is actually insignificant.

However, even if the result cannot be changed, it is still better than when the catastrophe comes, and it is still confused and ignorant, right?

Some people might rather live in a state of confusion than know that the end is coming, but he believes that Lagaia and Lady Angelina are not such people.

He came to the clearing under the tree, rested for a moment, and then drew the Sword of Victory, and began to perform the Infernal Technique over and over again against the wooden target.

When I was tired, I went back to my room to rest, but I really felt that my energy was low, so I lay down and fell asleep.

That's it, three days, fleeting.

In the past three days, in addition to meditation, Leon has practiced the skills of using the instant hell, activating the puppet and the fire of revenge, and the level of diligence is comparable to the sprint of the last month of the third year of high school.

While each of these newly acquired abilities is powerful, it is not easy to integrate them.

By the early morning of the third day, he had already packed his gear and made his way to Dante's cabin in the rainbow light of the Rainbow Bridge.

......

Three days later.

At dusk, crows crow from the old wooden signs on the side of the road.

On the wooden plaque was written in white paint a string of Latin letters, "Ravenna".

The crows were startled by the sound of approaching horses' hooves, and a human knight galloped from the end of the road and stopped in front of the wooden sign.

"Already in Ravenna?"

The man said to himself.

He wore a rare piece of black scale armor with a cloak of the same color behind him, and carried a knight's sword with black gems on the hilt.

This human knight is Leon.

Before leaving, he took the body of Nasrezm from Lagaia, and successfully synthesized the "Nasrezm Trio".

Among them, the scale armor and leather cloak are very modest in appearance, but they appear pure black.

The Monoculus gems have a pair of gems that he has set on the front and back of the hilt of the Sword of Victory, with "corrosion" and "erosion" effects attached, respectively.

Corrosive: Inflicts a corrosive toxin on enemy wounds, which continuously erodes enemy wounds and causes them to fester.

Erosion: Inflict a toxin on an enemy's wound that can paralyze their mind, and if their mind is weak, they may be completely lost and become insane.

Both effects are quite evil, but they also fit the Witcher's combat style, and in the eyes of many, the Witcher is even more evil than the Devil.

After leaving Dante's chalet, Leon headed north.

Thanks to the tireless nature of the puppeteer, he had arrived in Ravenna in northeastern Italy in just three days.

The hurried road for several days made him more of a traveler's dust, and the short beard at his chin that had not been shaved for a long time made him a little more heroic.

He took out his map, made sure he was going down, and then continued north-west, not intending to make any more stops in a large city like Ravenna.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he decisively grabbed the reins and walked towards the woodland beside him.

Just now, he smelled a faint demonic aura.

It's just that there is no demon's signature sulfur breath, but another cold, damp breath that seems to be soaked in the deep sea and swollen corpses.

As we got closer, the aura became more and more intense.

There was a shrill buzz and a terrible scream.

Leon jumped off his horse, he unpacked his bags, and a lifelike puppet bird immediately soared into the air, and he followed the bird quickly.

This is a permanent puppet he created using Lady Angelina's treasure trove, defined as [Tracking Demons], [Fast Flight], and [Spitting Flames].

It is worth mentioning that Mr. Wen Qi also contributed a scale and a few drops of dragon blood to this purpose.

......

At this time, in the depths of the woodland, next to a swamp.

A woman with short brown hair dressed in a dark red power suit with a dark green cloak draped over her right shoulder is battling a group of swollen whitish corpses that appear to be blistered.

No, this is not a battle at all, to be exact, it is a one-sided massacre.

This woman has extremely athletic skills, and she uses two long swords, one long and one short, like a killing machine, to slaughter these swollen corpses cleanly, and it will not be long before they are emptied.

"Who's there, get out!"

The woman suddenly turned her gaze to the depths of the woods.

Leon walked out slowly, he raised his hand to show that he didn't have a weapon, and asked, "Are you a witcher?"

The woman sneered: "Heh, it turned out to be a knight master." ”

Her appearance is actually quite outstanding, but there is a very shallow scar on the left side of her face, which extends from the eyebrow bone to the bridge of her nose.

Leon shook his head and said, "I'm not a knight master, at best, I've been a knight's squire, and now, I'm a witcher. ”

The woman still did not let her guard down, she said coldly: "The task here has been received by me, and the bounty belongs to me alone." ”

Leon chuckled, "Do you think I look like a man who is short of money? My name is Leon, what's your name?"

If you can afford a brand new scale armor like this, you will definitely be worth a lot of money.

The woman muttered.

Leon smiled dumbly, she seemed to be scolding herself for being a nouveau riche, and she didn't expect that the first companion she had met besides Dante would be so difficult to get along with.

He no longer asked for the other person's name, but crouched down and examined the monster's corpse: "What are these?"

"Water ghosts, monsters deformed by the souls of humans who have been lured to drown by demons. ”

The woman was a little surprised and said, "Your mentor hasn't even told you about this kind of common sense?"

"Nope. ”

These monsters, though related to demons, are clearly not demons, and their strength is lackluster, and Dante may not think it necessary for him to introduce himself to a group of worm-like monsters, albeit disgusting, but not very meaningful.

When the woman was about to despise Li Ang for learning from an unreliable half-demon hunter, her face suddenly changed slightly, and she said loudly, "Be careful." ”

Li Ang turned his head suddenly, his eyes turned into golden vertical pupils in an instant, and the scale armor on his body seemed to be surrounded by a huge Dreaddemon King.

The special effects of the dragon's blood potion and scale armor instantly frightened the comer, and at this time, Li Ang had the time to behead him with a sword.

It was a forest spirit with the head and limbs of a stag, a human-like torso, but full of black growths, and like these water spirits, it was not a demon.

The woman looked at the smooth broken section of Lin Jing's neck, and couldn't help but admire: "The weapon is good, little white face." ”