Under the cultivation of some royal wizards and lords who were heavily co-opted by the kingdom, those adopted children gradually took different paths.

After drinking the new potion, everyone's reaction is different.

There are powerful and savage bears.

There are sensitive and swift cats.

Poisonous blood and shady snakes.

There is a wolf of solidarity with technology.

They had different characteristics, and new classifications appeared in the years that followed.

It seemed that the legion would continue to be strong, but the suspicion of the kingdom and the rejection of its subjects led to the destruction of the legion.

They began to leave the kingdom and wander around.

And those who see them will also call them, witchers.

Some places will call them witch hunters.

Essentially, they don't belong to wizards, and they don't belong to Muggles.

The side effects of that potion made the legion disappear gradually.

Only a handful of people of different bloodlines are still engaged in the work of slaying magical creatures, and they will adopt some accidental children to pass on.

Occasionally, they will make a cameo appearance as a witch hunter, and not all wizards will be friendly.

The tunnel came to an end, and John read the history.

He was silent for a long time, and at the end was a wider place.

There were already old men and John's uncles waiting.

Grandfather smiled gently and benevolently, "Adani, have you seen the history?" ”

John looked at the battle on the other side, and all of Jovonovich's children were already here, except for his mother.

He took out the bottle of potion from his small bag, and it was what the people were drinking.

Behind my grandfather was a castle, a castle built on the belly of a mountain.

"Jovonovich is a witcher?" John gives the answer.

Grandfather smiled, beckoned to John, and motioned for him to come over.

For a moment, John felt that he had been found to be a wizard and that his grandfather was ready to hunt him.

But thinking about it feels unlikely, just walk over.

The elderly grandfather led John into the castle, and in the center of the castle there was a spring with a sword embedded in the ground.

John remembered the fountain mage recorded in the fresco.

Obviously, that mage couldn't live that long.

"That's where we came from, and Jovonović is about to break it." Grandfather sighed.

Some old weapons can be seen in the castle, which once belonged to the domain of the witchers.

Now, they can only hide.

The uncles were also silent for a while, they could be regarded as the last generation of witchers.

A tall silver wolf appeared in the castle, sitting gracefully by the spring.

The silver wolf walked up to his grandfather.

"Once, we traded with mages in exchange for supernatural power, which came with a curse."

"In the witcher genre, only wolves can unite everything, I had another wolf, but she gave up her identity as the first wolf."

My grandfather walked to a tall chair and sat down, he stroked the head of the silver wolf with his hand, and said in a trance, "I thought that everything was coming to an end, and that your birth surprised me like never before. ”

He stared at John and said in a trembling voice, "You're the son of an accident, Adani. ”

Head wolf?

Accidental child?

John frowned, not understanding why.

Alexei stepped out and explained, "Great power comes with a vicious curse, and that curse is the severance of the bloodline. ”

"Your mother, my sister, she was once one of the Jovonovichs, and you were born."

"Wait, so you're not grandpa's child?" John looked up at his uncles.

According to this statement, didn't the maternal grandfather not have a child?

Grandfather nodded and said, "Jovonovich never uses blood as a legacy, Adani. ”

"You're the only one."

John was stunned, so he could really be regarded as an accident.

He hurriedly asked, "Then my mother ...... her?"

"She used to be the best of us, and she was once the leader of the Silver Wolf family." Seryosha said with emotion, "Later, she got along with a gringo and gave up everything for it." ”

"Ahem." John coughed when he heard this.

Gringo?

My own father can't even mix up a name, it's really miserable.

"Straight down to business," said his grandfather, looking at John, the kindness in his voice changing to seriousness, "Adanie Jovonović, are you willing to accept yourself?" ”

Not only him, but also his uncles looked at him.

Some of them are ready to move, and some are worried.

[Ding, open the challenge task, bloodline awakening, reward any point +1, blessing: leader]

When John heard the quest prompt, he was silent for a moment and asked, "I want to ask, what is the mission of the witcher now?" ”

As a wizard, it's a bit of a problem for you to let John hunt wizards.

"I know your concerns, kid." Grandfather shook his head, "You have magic in you, right?" ”

Apparently, the last time several uncles discovered this from John's body.

Grandfather smiled slightly, "We are not old and stubborn, the birth of witchers has an inseparable reason with wizards. ”

"In Jovonovic's history, it's more about eradicating the monsters in the country than about the wizards who go to school."

With that, his grandfather blinked, giving John the illusion of confronting Dumbledore.

Maybe the old people like to interact with the juniors, John hesitated for a moment.

The profession of witcher is about to be cut off, and his maternal grandfather has also talked about the pros and cons.

The potion contains the ability to awaken the power of the bloodline, and it is a huge burden on the body.

There are pros and cons.

John thought about it for a moment, then nodded slowly at his grandfather's expectant gaze.

The maternal grandfather smiled, "In the presence of the silver wolf, the son of Jovonović, Yadani Jovonović, is going to the grass trial. ”

As soon as his words fell, John found that the central spring was rolling as if it were boiling.

After a while, the spring level calmed down.

John walked over and felt a strange sensation, as if he was about to jump in.

"Drink the potion, Adani."

Grandfather whispered, and John took out the bottle of potion and squeezed it in his hand.

He looked around at his uncles, and finally pulled the cork and drank the contents down.

At first, there was nothing, but as the minutes passed, John felt a sharp pain and burning in his body.

My grandfather came down and came to John, surrounded by his uncles.

John felt his vision blur in front of him, and he shook twice to his feet.

"My child, Adani, you are the son of an accident, and the bloodline of the family depends on inheritance."

The old man slashed his palm, and bright red blood flowed down his palm into the spring.

Several other uncles did the same.

The old man's blood flowed into the spring and turned into a silver wolf.

The blood of Seryosha, Valery, Boris turned into a brown bear.

Alexei and Igor's blood turned into a snake.

Andrei's blood turned into a lion.

Anton and Rig's blood turned into a bloody cat.

Valentin's blood turned into a griffon.

"The blood of Jovonović, the blood of the Protector of the Adani, the blood of the witchers, washes away all doom and curse."

As the blood entered, the water turned red.

John walked to the spring in confusion.

The nine uncles knelt beside the spring at the same time, holding their hands against their hearts.

Grandfather's voice grew ethereal as he watched John step into it.

"Let blood and fire be the power to step out of your true self, Adani."

The silver wolf picked up a bottle and came to his grandfather's side.

My grandfather took it and opened the bottle, revealing a black liquid pouring into the water.

He drew his sword, which had been placed beside the spring, and held it in both hands, and his face was solemn.

Under the watchful eyes of the half-kneeling witchers, his sword slashed through the stones beyond the spring.

Mars burst into it.

When it came into contact with the blood-colored water, it turned into a burning fire and set the water on fire.

The uncles had solemn faces, and they did not dodge even in the face of the flames.

John's whole body sank into the spring, and the flames burned through his body, unable to hurt his body, nor to wake him up.

His consciousness sank with the spring, vaguely blurred.

Everything in front of him began to change, and so did him.

Blood flooded his eyes, like a baptism, and his consciousness gradually returned.

And with the return of consciousness, there are bursts of voices that have become clear from blur. 33

It seems that someone is calling John's name.

"Yadani Jovonović."

He looked up slowly, his vision shifting from blur to clarity.

It was an old castle, but there was no one around.

He jerked his eyes open, and he was lying in the spring.

The difference is that the surroundings are dim and gloomy.

When he got up, he looked out.

"Grandpa? Uncle Seryosha? His tentative call went unanswered.

By the spring, the sword was still there, as if no one had arrived for a long time, and it was dusty.

John wanted to see how long it had been.

Just as he reached into his handbag, he stopped.

A voice was getting closer.

He looked up and saw a dark figure rushing through the tunnel.

In the next second, the bloody mouth opened in front of John.

...

Some people died, but not completely......