Vesemir also had the same doubts. Allen's first battle was not long ago. Swordsmanship was skillful, and the posture was accurate. An excellent witcher apprentice, but that's it. But this time was different.The slight adjustments in balance, the unloading force under heavy blows.
The coordination of the upper body and the stability of the footsteps were simply different from before, evident even to someone who had practiced a bit of swordsmanship, let alone a master like Vesemir.
If you were to ask for an evaluation from him. Then at least in terms of swordsmanship, Allen was already a qualified witcher.
"Does the Witcher's Eye really have such miraculous abilities?" Vesemir murmured to himself.
"What did you say?" Letho asked.
"Nothing."
Having dealt with Letho, Vesemir glanced at the chief who was silently observing the training ground, then refocused his attention on Allen.
"Hiss... Hoo... Hiss... Hoo..."
Allen breathed heavily, quickly stepping back a few paces, his eyes fixed on the drowner slowly crawling up from the ground.
Indeed, it was still not enough. Without the Hunter ability, using a steel sword against monsters, he couldn't even break through their defenses. Fortunately, he had upgraded to the Wolf School's two-handed sword. Otherwise, he didn't know how many times he would have been hit by the drowners by now.
After calming his breath slightly, Allen sheathed his steel sword and drew the silver sword. At this moment, apart from the drowner that was knocked over by the final sword strike, the other two had already charged up. With fierce faces swiftly approaching, Allen gripped the silver sword tightly.
In the instant the drowner came within a step of him, Allen pushed off the ground with force, spinning his body in that instant of power transferring from the ground to his waist.
In the blink of an eye, the silver blade traced a beautiful arc in the air, directly severing the drowner's neck. In the next moment, it split the outstretched claw of the following drowner in half.
Before waiting for the head and claw to land, Allen didn't retreat but instead surged forward, executing another spin to behead the drowner that had lost its claw.
At this point, Although the third drowner was only two steps away, the outcome of the battle was already without suspense.
Half a minute later.
Allen breathed a sigh of relief, casually flicking the blood off his silver sword.
[Monster Group "Drowner" LV2 defeated!]
[Reward Calculation: Overcoming the Enemy, Basic Rating D, Overcoming Odds +1—D+, Beheading Intimidation +3—C+, Emergency Task +2—B]
[Final Evaluation: B]
[Received Spoils: Drowner's Heart Essence *3, Small Experience Pearls *9, Drowner's Chest *4]
[Time-limited Task Completed: All of You, Attack Together! (Defeat Drowners 3/3)]
[Received Rewards: Small Experience Pearls *10, Universal Chest *1]
The harvest was quite fruitful. Allen thought to himself. Listening to the prompt tones ringing in his ears, a sense of fullness and happiness surged.
He felt grateful to the drowners!
Allen pondered in his heart, then lowered his head and walked towards the training ground's exit.
"Apprentice Allen!"
Allen looked up, instinctively catching what was thrown to him. Opening his palm, under the noon sun, the crystal-clear round pendant reflected colorful facets of light. It was Vera's Illusion Pendant.
"Chief," Allen looked at the chief in confusion, "I used a silver sword to kill the drowners."
The chief smiled, looking at Allen approvingly, and said: "I know."
"Compared to greedy recklessness, rational bravery is more worthy of reward."
"So, there's no mistake, Vera's Illusion Pendant is yours."
"Not only that, because of your outstanding performance, all apprentices can receive customized leather armor before the mountain trial."
Without waiting for Allen's reply, The chief praised Vesemir's teaching skills a few more times before walking straight towards the gray-white main hall.
Watching the chief's elegant departure, Allen's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Could it be that I'm really just overly suspicious? It seems quite normal for the chief of the school to reward promising apprentices. But in the background of the game, weren't witchers already on a downward slope by the year 1179?
How come the Wolf School in 1179 is so dominant, using magical items to boost the morale of apprentices?Allen withdrew his gaze.
11-year-old Hughes, with silver hair and blue eyes, happily circled around him like a fluffy puppy. The two apprentices lying on the ground also looked at him with grateful eyes. For them, in the upcoming mountain trial, wearing tailored high-quality leather armor could mean the difference between life and death, or wearing tattered apprentice armor. Perhaps it was a matter of life and death.
Vesemir and Letho stood nearby, smiling as they watched the apprentices celebrate their victory. They seemed to accept the Witcher's Eye's omnipotent setting, at least on the surface, without questioning Allen's sudden improvement in strength.
The onlookers among the witchers had mostly left, but those who remained had smiles on their faces, seeming pleased with the future of the Wolf School. The warm autumn sun cast dazzling light through the towering gray towers, shining into the 13-year-old witcher apprentice Allen's blue cat-like eyes.
In that instant, Allen felt like a hero.
"Alright, celebration's over," Vesemir clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the apprentices.
"Allen, Hughes, stay," Vesemir nodded to Allen, then lowered his voice, "The other injured apprentices, go to the alchemy room on the second floor of the south tower for treatment, and grab lunch while you're there."
The injured apprentices left upon hearing this. Allen and Hughes followed Vesemir to the six drowner corpses. Letho had already gathered them together.
"Next, I'll teach you how to extract materials from drowners," Vesemir drew a dagger from his waist, "Watch carefully, I'll only demonstrate once."
"Don't we need to wait for Bond and the others?" Hughes asked in confusion.
"This is your prey, it's none of the others' concern," Vesemir didn't look up, "Don't be nosy, pay attention, I'll only show it once."
"The tongues and brains of drowners are excellent alchemical materials."
"As the most common water elemental substrate in alchemy, their gentle nature can reconcile conflicts between many advanced materials..."
"Although these two materials come from drowners, the way they are processed is quite different..."
Vesemir's voice was still soothing. In less than ten minutes, Hughes's weight was mostly pressing on Allen's back. The exhaustion from intense combat also gently knocked on Allen's brain at this moment, wanting to come in for a visit.
"...Most people — including some wizards — believe that witchers rely on silver swords and signs to hunt monsters, but that's not entirely accurate."
"Potions are also our important weapons."
"Witcher potions are made from strong alcohol, drowner brains, dandelions, mushrooms, and so on."
"The recipe is simple, and the materials are readily available."
"After consumption, it significantly improves a witcher's reaction speed and suppresses pain..."
"Witcher potions?" Allen caught the keyword, "Master Vesemir, are there only witcher potions that witchers can make?"
"Of course not."
Hearing the negative answer, Allen breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course. There are so many potions in the game, how could they suddenly disappear?
"If you have money," Vesemir shrugged, "you can certainly buy some flashy but impractical magical potions from the wizards, like night vision, enhanced strength, invisibility, and so on."
The information in Vesemir's words was already quite clear, but Allen still held a glimmer of hope and asked: "Are witchers only able to make witcher potions?"
"Of course, simple and practical, we only need this one."
Allen's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. This isn't the witcher world he's familiar with.
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