After a day's journey, starting from climbing the mountain, passing through the hidden wall, and being brought to Ring Seal City by the porter. Then he was forcibly classified into a group of idiots by the dean who only had a good temper towards Constantine.
Next came Constantine's various introductions to Ring Seal City. In Constantine's words, Ring Seal City was full of dangers, and if you didn't pay attention, you would end up being shattered to pieces.
Yes, death in the physical sense is a good end. No one dares to refute the magician's words. After all, magic has appeared, and the soul is not far away.
Find an old woman carrying a turtle shell on her back, hand the students over to her, and ask the old woman to take them to visit the market in Huanyin City.
Since the Xinwang meeting, the reconstruction of Ring Seal City has been put on the agenda. The current Ring Seal City, if you ignore the buildings that exude dangerous atmosphere, the mysterious warlocks, the patrolling Harland knights, and the occasional
From the black shadow flying by, this place is completely a normal city.
After sending away all the students, Constantine had time to deal with Clint who had successfully broken through.
Looking at Clint, Constantine asked tentatively: "Is your physical fitness about the same?"
If he hadn't known from Natasha that Constantine was not gay, he would have reacted to Natasha's teasing moves. If he said this, he would only be regarded as a person with special hobbies.
In response to Constantine's inquiry, Clint could only answer vaguely: "It's not bad, after all, I exercise regularly."
"That's fine."
I saw Constantine snap his fingers, and three little ghosts dropped directly from the sky. The hard-working Huanyin City porters arrived again.
"They will take you to your destination, where you should find someone to pick you up."
Before Clint could ask about the destination or who was picking him up, the two little ghosts grabbed Clint's arms and flew into the sky.
This time's flight was not as safe as before. Clint, who had no protection at all, had a layer of frost on his body just after he passed through the clouds.
The kid who was leading the way even looked back at Clint and chuckled maliciously.
Washed by the air currents and coldness in the sky, Clint just made a slight gesture with his middle finger and passed out.
Cold and shock, Clint could only feel this way when he was in a coma. Finally at a certain point, the flying speed of the imps slowed down, and then they dropped Clint.
Clint, who was still on the ground by the imp, was hit again and fell into a deep sleep.
When Clint woke up, he found that there was a leather blanket on his body. He was leaning on a bonfire, and there were three people drinking something beside the bonfire.
Getting up from the warm fur blanket, Clint heard the conversation between the three of them.
"Come and take another sip. This is the water of life. It is exactly what men should drink. Only sissies drink low-alcohol garbage."
After shaking his head, which was still not quite awake after falling asleep, Clint could barely see a white-haired man in leather armor pouring something into the wine glasses of the other two.
After filling it up, the two of them drank it all in one gulp, and the white-haired man also drank the rest of the bottle.
"Oh, you're awake. It seems that your physical fitness is not very good. Come and have a drink to warm yourself up."
The white-haired man handed over the metal cup in his hand, and the liquid in the cup rippled slightly. Clint, who had just woken up, didn't pay attention and drank it all in one gulp.
Phew~~~
It wasn't until part of the liquid poured into his stomach that Clint's tongue responded. The extremely strong alcohol penetrated, causing Clint to spray the liquid in his mouth everywhere.
The liquid sprayed into the bonfire, and the flames burned more violently, even igniting the land next to it that was soaked in the liquid.
"What's this?"
"Water of life! What's wrong?"
"Water of life? It's a puree with an alcohol content of 96 degrees. It's not something normal people can drink at all?"
After hearing Clint's rebuttal, the white-haired man filled himself a glass nonchalantly, took a sip, and let out a smooth burp.
"So you need to improve your physical fitness. It's really a bit weak."
The words of the white-haired man attracted the approval of the other two. They raised their wine glasses and asked the white-haired man to fill them up.
"Where is this?"
Clint's question aroused the curiosity of the white-haired man. The white-haired man asked: "You were brought here by the porter, and you don't know what you are going to participate in?"
"No one told me, they just told me to pass the test of life and death and become a hunter."
"Come and sit here and let me explain it to you. You can make a decision after listening. If you choose to leave, I will send you back."
At the invitation of the white-haired man, Clint arrived in front of the bonfire. At this time, through the bonfire, he realized that the two people opposite were wearing completely wrapped plate armor. An iron chain was stretched across their waists, and there were some small ones hanging on it.
Fragmentary.
The cloak carried by the plate armor has long been soaked in dust and blood, and the armor is covered with large scars, showing the endless battles he has experienced.
Behind the two plate-armored warriors, there were their weapons. A huge scimitar and a club.
The white-haired man handed Clint a new drink, but Clint shook his head and refused.
"Don't worry, it's a normal drink for you."
Clint took it and took a tentative sip. It was indeed normal. The drink was filled with a slight grassy aroma. After drinking it, Clint felt that his whole body was full of strength.
"I am Geralt, a hunter. These two are exiles. We are both hunters, responsible for dealing with some troubles outside the abyss."
When the white-haired man, Geralt, was talking about him, Clint also observed Geralt's appearance carefully.
The white-haired Geralt was seen tying his hair back into a raised wolf tail. His handsome face full of vicissitudes of life attracts attention all the time, not to mention the scar on his left eye.
It will only bring him a tougher charm.
"I just asked the Dragon Academy to see if there are any good recruits who can replenish the number of hunters. I didn't expect that I would only send you one today. Is it true that no one wants to join the hunters?"
Geralt's tone was full of regret, as if the hunter had already declined.
"No, some of us participated in the trial. It's just that the person before me was hacked to death by the skeleton. The other people couldn't bear the pressure and quit. In the end, I was the only one who crossed that road."
Clint's explanation instead attracted Geralt's surprised gaze and inquiry: "You mean you braved the avenue of shooting and explosion?"
Not understanding why Geralt was like this, Clint said with a somewhat proud tone: "If you are talking about the road where knights have always been shooting arrows, yes, I crossed it."
"Have you never thought about jumping down from the right after dodging the first wave of arrows and going around the platform below? You are not an immortal who cannot bend your knees!"
Welcome to the designated training center for the undead, ashes, and the faded.