Chapter 18 The Order

The representative of the Brotherhood of Northern Warlocks, wearing a blue robe, with a thin and small figure, but with a bushy beard, Gidoff glanced over the five children on the training ground——

Under the sunlight, wearing strong leather armor, he wields his bright steel sword in high spirits, slashing and stabbing at a row of wooden dummies draped in linen bags.

"Strength, physique, and agility have been greatly improved, breaking through the limits of human beings." The representative changed the topic and shook his head regretfully, "But I don't have the aptitude for awakening magic, so I can't master magic."

"These mutants are rubbish."

"I disagree with Your Excellency's opinion, Elan is not an exception?" Arzu looked at the young man with a tattoo on his side face, "He can master spells with just a little guidance...and he has things that most warlocks can't reach. Physical fitness, resistance to disease and virulence, unique mutational abilities."

"The natural source of the law should have been enrolled in Ben Ade, and at the risk of nearly 90% of the mortality rate, he has the skills that are indispensable to the warlock. Do you want the magician to wield the sword like a warrior? ?" Giedov looked at the tallest boy in the field, with broad shoulders and a cold face,

"Not to mention the terrible sequelae. This child named Anahad has an abnormal lack of emotion. He used to be so lively. Now it's as cold as a popsicle."

"We have found four mutant formulas. Compared with the past, it is a qualitative leap. The experiment continues," Cosimo frowned. "The side effects can be alleviated immediately, and the awakening of spellcasting qualifications is not hopeless!"

"The Human Experimentation Brotherhood has spent a lot of money in the past ten years. We pinned all our hopes on the two of you. Unfortunately, the results were disappointing. The high-level people think that the return of continuing the experiment is too low!" The representative shook his head, his tone unquestionable, " A decision has been made to withdraw all funds and terminate the experiment!"

"From now on, Risberg will no longer have any projects related to mutants. As for the five experimenters..." He said cruel words with a calm expression, "Recycle immediately!"

"Ridiculous! They endured endless pain and torture to pass the trial, how can you easily deprive them of their lives!" Arzu's brown eyes widened, staring at Gidoff angrily, "My teacher and I are the creators of who will be responsible for their future life!”

"These five mutants are unstable bombs! Know what I mean?"

"Don't talk about it, Giedov," Cosimo shook his head, looking at the group of sweaty teenagers in the training ground, "Arzu and I will take them away!"

...

"Where is this, teacher..."

Aigar was standing outside a cloud-shrouded castle on the mountainside with a blue cloth bag on his back.

The towering city walls covered with green vines and several dark and simple towers form a magnificent fortress.

The eyes of the four young witchers around him were complicated.

They have only followed Arzu for more than a year, but they seem to have gone through a long life.

After countless physical pains, the face lost its innocence and liveliness, and became alert and sensitive.

"Keldwin's borders, Kestro Mountains, Mograg Castle." Cosimo smoothed his robes and flashed memories in his eyes. "My home. Now, your home?"

"We will start a brand new business here," Arzu said, staring at the magnificent castle, his tone was not at all disappointed by being driven out of Risberg, but full of fighting spirit.

Without the interference of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, he can let go of his hands and feet, "We are fighting for the same ideal - to eradicate all monsters lurking in the shadows and create a safe world.

"Just a few of you shrimp soldiers and crab generals?" Elan looked at Arzu, without concealing the disdain and hatred on his face, "I almost died to survive the trial, and I trained day and night for a year, I am worthy of you. The money I paid my mother! I'm leaving!"

"I won't stop you, you can leave anytime you want. But let me remind you," Arzu said casually, "your strength, speed, character, and appearance are very different from ordinary people.

Hurrying down the mountain unprepared will only be regarded as a freak by humans, making them afraid, intimidated, and alienated. "

"In addition, you are inexperienced and go out hastily, and you may be preyed on by Cyclops and Basilisks in the mountain halfway!"

The five looked at each other.

They never left the castle for quite some time.

Live a laboratory, training ground, dormitory, three points and one line of life.

He is only eleven years old now.

It was a bit overwhelming to suddenly return to society.

"I have a suggestion." Arzu continued, "I will provide you with systematic training, you will learn how to use your abilities efficiently, do justice, gain recognition from people, and then integrate into society!"

"You were born on countless corpses and transformed from poor orphans into powerful warriors. Only by clenching the sword in your hand, killing monsters and saving the common people, can you live up to the victims in the trial." Cosimo added ,

"At present, you are like a good quality embryo, but it lacks a few years of polishing... It is best to train in a castle for a few years. Then go out, hunt monsters, and end the suffering they bring to the world! At that time Whether to go or stay, you can listen and respect.”

"From now on, you will be called witchers!" Arzu said solemnly.

"Fuck the witchers!" Elan said rebelliously, "It's obviously you two hypocrites who used vicious experiments to kill those children, kill my Jagoda, but Shameless on our name!"

"That's a trial... You have the power to control your destiny through it. I repeat, you have to leave, I will not stay."

Arzu's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the five people and said seriously.

The five teenagers clenched their fists.

A terrifying power circulated under the thin body.

"But I don't want the so-called power at all, I just want Jagoda!"

"There are countless Jagodas in the world who are plagued by demons, waiting for you to save them!"

Alan was so choked that he couldn't speak, but temporarily put out the idea of ​​leaving, so let's see.

"It doesn't matter what saves the people. As long as you are fed and clothed, I have no problem." Anahad played with the steel sword in his hand, and said calmly and mechanically, his round cheeks became angular, and the lines were as hard as statues.

"Of course there is no problem." Cosimo nodded at him, and the hidden guilt in his eyes flashed away. He was the one with the most severe side effects among the five original witchers. "You can always go back and visit your parents, younger siblings."

"It's unnecessary." Anahad shook his head flatly, his eyes no longer as hot as he used to be for family.

His family, who regarded him as life, suddenly lost weight in his heart.

"What monster to kill? I'm not interested." Ivar's emerald green pupils change like a kaleidoscope, which is truly terrifying. Since passing the test, he has always passed a series of bizarre visions in front of him, the ghost riding a skeleton horse. Knight, galloping in the sky, causing wars all over the world, countless poor orphans came into being, just like him, "I want to kill all the warmongers in the world!"

"Then you must be fast enough and strong enough first, and it is far from enough now." Arzu looked at his body sharply.

"Then I'll stay and continue training!"

Ai Jia glanced at the four compatriots, then turned to the two teachers, and sighed, "There are only 5 of us left in the past 38. Everyone should unite and help each other, not separate."

"There will be more and more people, and soon there will be teachers in various fields to guide you," Cosimo assured.

Maddock, who was at the end of the crowd, was silent, his face was hidden in his hood, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He only had a pair of green eyes that flickered like a beast in the night.

The fog over Mograg's battlements once again blocked the sight of five invisible bystanders.

...

Time was pressed again by the accelerator key.

The picture in front of Roy began to fly again.

After the arrival of five first-generation witchers and two legendary mages, the deserted Mograg Castle quickly became lively.

As promised, the mages spent a lot of money to hire experts in various fields—doctors, hunters, blacksmiths, ranger knights... swell.

Ivar, Anahad, and Aigar have shown extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.

During this period, Master Cosimo racked his brains to create a technique that was much simpler than spells, the Sign, tailored for witchers.

Elan, the only source of magic among the original witchers, showed great interest in this, and often practiced improving magic seals until late at night.

The rest of the time is chatting with Llewellyn, the ranger knight nicknamed "Griffin".

Arzu also often took the initiative to talk to him, and took the trouble to teach the "Guide to the Virtues of Knights".

In adolescence, Ellen just lost his first love, Jagoda, and was brainwashed by the two of them in turn.

Aijia followed the master blacksmith to practice forging skills, showing excellent forging talent, and slowly began to be responsible for the weapons and armor of all his companions.

The witcher's training is methodical.

Arzu would leave the castle every once in a while, and go to the outside world to collect orphans and children who could not support them at home, bring them back to the castle, and continue the green grass trial.

With the first batch of successful experimental subjects, the survival rate of subsequent experiments rose rapidly.

With the cooperation of the two archmages, groups of witchers emerged in this ancient castle, and the training team grew rapidly.

When the number of witchers reached twenty, Arzu named the entire group the Witcher Order.

The dogma is to save the common people and expel the monsters dormant in the dark...

Everyone in the sect ate and lived together, trained together, and forged a deep friendship like brothers and sisters.

Five years after moving into Mograg Castle.

The number of witchers who passed the trial reached fifty.

Arzu and Cosimo believed that the child had received enough training to allow the first five witchers to come down the mountain and realize the cult's ambition - to kill monsters, protect the people of the continent, and win recognition!

...

Hidden among the cliffs outside the castle, the witcher from the later generations, looking at his predecessors, felt a sense of wonder in his heart.

I vaguely recalled the excited and apprehensive scene when I first went down the mountain for the first time.

...

The fog is surging, the times are changing.

A winter ten years later.

A bonfire was lit in the hall on the first floor of the castle.

A hundred members of the Witcher Order sat in a circle around the bonfire.

Vesemir, who was hidden in the mist, even saw his youth in the crowd.

The face is young and beautiful!

"Tell me, Brother Elgar, what is the outside world like?"

A group of beast-like vertical pupils illuminated the night, looking at the most popular and ordinary looking witcher.

More than twenty young witchers sat behind him.

"It took me so many years to understand that Mr. Arzu's words are not exaggerated at all..." Aijia recalled to a group of juniors, "Maybe only a quarter of the people who enter the mountains will come back alive, and the rest are killed by deer head spirits and petrified lizards. Monsters are preying on them, and one-quarter of the ships that go out to sea are attacked by Hekna and can no longer return, so many people dare not enter the forest or get close to the coast. Even so, more demons, ghouls, leprechauns, Qiqimo will take the initiative to attack nearby villages and cause the settlement to be abandoned."

"These are dark times!"

"This is the time for our demon hunters to show off their power!" A man's voice that was as strong as a rock fell tore through the night, and everyone saw a cold face and dark eyes. Behind Anahad, surrounded by ten demon hunters People, most of them are witchers who have taken the same type of decoction as him, and are not so emotionally sensitive, but Ivar Evil Eye is also in it, "People desperately need rescue soldiers, so that they can get rid of the persecution of monsters, the wizard is too They can’t afford you, and the mercenaries are not professional enough. The witcher is the best choice.”

"As long as you go to any village and let the villagers see our unique eyes, they will understand that we are witchers, and they will cry and cry, begging us to take action and eradicate the monsters for them. The reward is quite generous even if you say it. , after all, some money is nothing compared to your life and wealth?"

A group of people behind him nodded heavily, and a boy with amber pupils asked,

"What if they can't come up with the money?"

"Then change to another commission."

"Anahard, have you forgotten what Arzu and Ser Llewellyn said?" Elan took a sip of strong wine and looked at the big man with a displeased expression. As a must-have attitude, "We go out to accept commissions and kill monsters, and the ultimate goal is not to make money!"

"Even if those who need help are temporarily in embarrassment and can't get paid, they should lend a helping hand." Elan stood up and looked around, exhorting a group of young witchers, "We witchers are only for One reason exists: to face the evil that they cannot face for all the inhabitants of the continent, and gain recognition!"

"Shut up! Don't be kidnapped by morality?" Anahad shook his head disdainfully. "Without money, what do we eat and drink?"

"Even if they are obliged to help humans hunt monsters, they have no gratitude. It is because of your pedantic concept and hypocritical benevolence and morality! Maddock will take the initiative to leave the team!"

There was a long silence around the campfire.

Everyone remembered the first-generation witcher who suddenly left without saying goodbye after completing the three commissions after going down the mountain.

I have to say that his departure was a huge blow to the Witcher Sect. Arzu, Cosimo, and he often talked about Maddock on weekdays.

"Anahad's words are not unreasonable," Ivar said, rubbing his temples. "Since we entered society ten years ago, we have been arguing about all kinds of negative rumors about witchers."

"The king of any country thinks we are a bunch of untrustworthy assassins."

"And the mages, except for Arzu and Cosimo, experts in the field of transformation, most of them hate us extremely, because we are ridiculously defective in their eyes, but they have replaced their work and solved the problem of monsters for human beings. Disaster. Mage can no longer enjoy the privilege of being above the crowd!"

"The church is even worse!" Ivar's chameleon-like pupils flickered coldly, "The priests of the church believe that our group of mutant creatures are not natural products, and naturally do not belong to the creation of gods, so they regard us as evil heretics. "

"The most benevolent Meritelli, Freya, and Rebioda in the legend are extremely mean to us, and the believers despise us!"

"As I said, since humans have such a bad attitude towards us, we should be business-like!" Ivar raised his voice, "Do things with money, and keep both money and goods. This should be the first rule of thumb for witchers!"

"Ivar, Anahad, it's enough," Elam's eyes flashed coldly, "don't spread wrong ideas to everyone!"

"Elan, you are mistaking your children! Witchers are not knights, don't put any self-devotion into it."

"Stop arguing!"

Ai Jia looked at the two groups of people with red faces and red ears facing each other, and shook his head helplessly.

stand among them.

"No matter what you choose, don't affect everyone, it's all voluntary!"

...

This quarrel was just a minor episode in the Witcher Order.

In the decades that followed, it happened countless times.

The witchers still develop tenaciously, following unwritten conventions.

They go out every spring, wandering in human settlements around the world, accepting exorcism commissions in exchange for rewards, and trying their best to gain the support and recognition of ordinary people.

Every winter, everyone returns to Mograg with the harvest, wine, and monster material of a year's work to gather together to share wine and adventure.

Tribute to colleagues who died in the commission.

The two mages continued their research using the massive materials brought back by the witcher.

The gifted Arzu even used this endless monster corpse to create a legendary spell that summons an unprecedented powerful monster - Arzu's Double Cross...

He also accepted a disciple called Idalan, and assembled a group of mages who were interested in mutation transformation.

Carry out mutation experiments in hidden fortresses around the world.

In order to strengthen the witcher's sense of belonging, Cosimo passed down the law of accident.

On the way to slaying demons and slaying demons, the hunters used this law to recruit disciples and join the ranks of the grass trials.

The team grew stronger and stronger, and took root all over the world.

At the same time, the group led by Elam who firmly supported the creed of the cult, and the calm group led by Anahad, who put interests above everything else, became more and more divided.

But before the fight broke out.

After the end of the endless war between the Archduke of Elland and the Prince of Maribor for the throne of Vizima.

Arzu, one of the leaders of the order, returned to Maripo.

Roy entered another clear mist.

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