Who is recognized as the greatest witcher in the eyes of the witcher

Yes, of course - Dante.

This man seems to have been born out of thin air, from being unknown to coming from behind, and it took only ten years to use the accumulated monster bones under his feet to forge his supreme prestige and glory in the transcendent world.

It is said that even the Pope summoned him and treated him with respect and equality.

Even the legendary witcher who founded the Beast School and has been the leader of the Witcher's Guild for a long time - "Wild Dragon Hunter" Chalotra.

It is also dwarfed by Dante.

Although he was alone, the mere fact that he was the only high-order demon hunter and had a terrifying record of slaying the demon lord, the king of Nasrezm, was enough to overwhelm everything.

It's no exaggeration to say that Dante is a god in the eyes of the witcher.

And Chalotra is nothing more than a madman playing with beasts.

Of course, the latter sentence is a joke, although people are becoming more and more helpless about Chalotra's irascible character, but as long as the Beast Schools still exist, there is no way to ignore his former wisdom and wisdom.

"Is that your Excellency?"

Cohen's voice was a little dry.

Li Ang said: "I don't know if you guessed it...... But my teacher was Dante. ”

"Whew-"

As if relieved, the demon hunters breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, as a student of that person, it's not surprising that even if he has incredible abilities."

Cohen asked, "Ogild, you already knew, right?"

"That's right. ”

Ogilde raised a thick eyebrow and grinned merrily.

He thought to himself: I haven't told you he's still Lady Angelina's son—but this kind of secret can't be told casually.

When Innelli accidentally leaked his mouth, he repeatedly promised that he would not spread the word.

And unlike Mr. Dante, Ms. Angelina is truly regarded as a goddess-like figure, and no one dares to talk about her behind her back.

Clifford smiled wryly: "I'm afraid we're going to come for nothing this time." ”

Li Ang shook his head and said, "Everyone has a chance, even I don't dare to guarantee that I will have the last laugh - I have only reached the first order of the sequence." ”

Cohen smiled: "That's right, everyone competes fairly, don't get angry before you start." ”

Innelli said with some trepidation, "Leon, I take the liberty of asking you something...... What kind of person is Mr. Dante, in your opinion?"

"He'......"

Leon fell into the memory.

"He was a man of great integrity and principle, but I knew very well that he was carrying a great deal of pain and a heavy burden on his shoulders......"

The witchers held their breath and began to listen to Leon tell Dante, probably the closest they had ever gotten to the most legendary of the witchers.

The sky finally got completely dark, and faintly, I could feel the aura of magic spilling out like a blowout, and there were white spots of light everywhere outside the window—the magic of Avalon was becoming more and more active tonight.

Cohen guessed: "It should be the wizards among the trialists, druids and other spellcasters, and the means of uniting to cast them can also work for us." ”

The seals of the Griffin School can also invoke the ubiquitous magic power of heaven and earth, and in this environment, their strength can be multiplied.

Ogilde laughed, "It's time for us to go." ”

The witchers walked out of the manor in silence, the atmosphere solemn, compared to those wizards who could unite and change the concentration of mana, they had no advantage at all.

In front of the manor, Li Ang paused slightly, and looked back at the five peers: "If you find a target, contact your companions as soon as possible according to the means we have agreed, and don't fight the enemy easily." ”

"Good. ”

"We understand. ”

The witchers went their separate ways.

...

Ten minutes later, Clifford saw a corpse.

There was not a single scar on his body, and after a glance, Clifford concluded that he had died at the hands of Ghost Rider.

He crushed the wooden amulet in his hand—a simple puppet that Leon had given them and once crushed, his companions would rush to him.

But immediately after, he saw a hideous skeletal face in front of him, with a strange white flame, rapidly enlarged in front of him.

Bang –

A sword smashed his breastplate.

He staggered back a few steps, his face under his visor turned pale, and he felt his soul burning, and the pain acting on the soul level made his body tremble subconsciously.

Buzz –

The sound of a chainsaw starting.

Inside Clifford's mask, heavy breathing sounded, and three syringes built into the iron armor simultaneously launched a boiling alchemy potion.

His muscles bulged, his steel prosthetics clutched at the chainsaw, staring at the terrifying spirit riding a zombie horse, full of oppressive power.

It's coming!

Iron hooves roared.

Keng——

The saw's jagged teeth snapped into the blade of the terrifying magic sword.

Ghost Rider's skeleton opened and closed its jaws and let out a silent laugh: "Boom!"

Boom –

Flames erupted from Clifford's body.

The armor that could withstand countless powerful attacks, like an iron can, could not block the scorching of the "foehn wind" at all.

Bang –

He fell to the ground, unscathed, but his soul had turned into a burning torch, and in an instant, only a wisp of embers remained.

Clifford hung his head, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Ghost Rider was about to leave when he suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling in the distance, and the sound of iron hooves shaking the earth like a dense drumbeat.

It froze in place, knowing that the man it thought was qualified to fight with it had come.

...

"It's the Ghost Rider of the Demon Hunter's mouth"

"It's like, but he's alive. ”

The wizards who had set up the magic circle on a stone platform looked at the black knight riding a one-horned nightmare horse galloping through the long street like black lightning.

"Are you going to get ready to attack?"

"Wait!"

The wizards saw the Black Knight turn his head and shouted to them, "The Ghost Knight is ahead, I'm Leon the Witcher, come with me if you want to fight for the sword in the stone!"

The wizards looked at each other.

Among them were the Druids of the Celts, the White Priests from Iberia, but the vast majority were Orthodox wizards.

The vast majority of orthodox wizards have a distinctive trait, which is their lack of combat experience and, in some cases, their lack of decisiveness.

"Should We Listen to Him?"

"There are magic traps that we have set up in advance, isn't it dangerous to leave here to fight the enemy?"

"Dangerous"

The simple but heated discussion was quickly completed, and the wizards began to shift, chasing in the direction of the Black Knight's departure.

Of course, the cowards of wizards account for the majority, but even wizards will never lack courage if they can pass the test of the five virtues - this is why Leon considers them teammates, collaborators, not pig teammates.