As the two walked down the hill, Roger saw several young girls laughing and walking to the other side of the castle.

These girls are not very old, they are young and vibrant, and their eyes are flashing with hope for the future.

Women are extremely rare in the group of demon hunters, and several of the women who often appear in the castle are Gover's clansmen, and the rest are mediums brought by Hathaway.

The temperament of these girls in front of him was obviously a little out of place with the others, and Roger couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Ahem."

Henrik's pretentious voice came from beside him.

"Be careful, these girls are big fans of Amanda, and once you do something, it's almost impossible to hide it from Amanda."

Roger withdrew his gaze, a flash of realization on his face, and he turned his head to glance at Henrik.

"Looks like you're closed."

Roger chuckled.

"Me?"

Henrik shrugged, "What are you kidding?" ”

"You have no idea how popular I am out there."

"Huh."

Roger sneered and debunked Henrik's words.

"How did I hear that some bloodline hunter families are ready to join forces to get you in trouble."

Henrik grinned awkwardly and quickly changed the subject, "Amanda has recruited a few sorceresses with decent talents, how long has it been?" ”

"She can even be someone else's teacher."

Roger nodded.

After Amanda entered the third order, the growth rate of her strength remained unchanged, and even improved to some extent.

What's more, she awakened the bloodline of the Dragonborn, and at the same time accompanied by some related spell memories, which greatly broadened Amanda's knowledge.

Combined with his own experience, it was still easy to mentor a few female warlock apprentices who had not entered the transcendent realm.

This is Kylemohan, the birthplace of demon hunters, but Roger doesn't exclude other transcendents.

Today, the entire castle is still in steady development, and the outside world still knows little about it, but after this period of steady growth, when the true strength of Kellmohan is revealed, it is bound to attract the attention of the entire Menia transcendent world.

At that time, I am afraid that life will not be as peaceful as it is now.

"Hey, Roger, I feel more like a school here, you're not here most of the time, listen to me, you can really put a statue of yourself at the castle gate."

"When this place grows in the future, tsk, everyone who comes here will be able to see you for the first time."

"In addition to your statues, as a few important founders, I feel it is necessary to have several of our statues standing in the castle as well."

"No more." Roger interrupted Henrik.

"I don't want a female demon hunter who has gone through the Grass Trial to leave here a sentence under your statue that I slept with this guy or something."

"And then it won't be long before there will be one more under this sentence, and so will I."

The two of them talked and laughed, and after a while they came to the stone bridge at the bottom of the castle.

A lift was built at the edge, which, although it looks simple, fits perfectly with the overall architectural style of the place.

Henrik may seem unreliable, but many of the castle's outbuildings were added by Roger in the time after he left.

This is a great convenience for the demon hunters who live in it.

As the elevator sank, the surrounding temperature dropped significantly, and the deep canyon under the suspension bridge was a place where the sun could not shine.

Boom.

The elevator landed at the bottom end, and a winding path appeared in front of Roger's eyes, and the two of them walked one after the other, and as they crossed the path, the surroundings lit up with a faint blue light.

It was a floating ghost, and when they saw someone coming, they curiously approached it.

"The last time a guy with excellent physical fitness came here for a trial, that kid seems to have awakened the blood of his ancestors, and although he is not very old, he is already close to the edge of transcendence."

"But I didn't expect to come here for a trial, not long after entering, that guy's spirit fluctuated violently, if I hadn't found it in time, my spirit would have been lost in the illusion, causing irreversible damage."

"Blind to the skin."

Truth be told, the two of them had already crossed the path and came to the door of a cave.

The edge of the cavern seems to have been carved into an open beast's mouth, as if it were about to devour everyone who enters it.

Entering the cave will lead to the official trial site.

The surrounding environment is pitch black, and the light source on the stone wall is not bright, so it is easy to hallucinate when you are in it.

The caverns are intricately carved with patterns, and demon hunters who enter the trials can either engage in targeted illusion trials or embark on a completely random adventure.

With the mental power state of an ordinary demon hunter before entering the transcendental, there was no way to resist this illusion.

After Henrik was injected with the herbs, the first Dharma seal to awaken was Yaksi, and his application of illusion and spiritual charm has also made great progress in nearly a year of exploration.

Most of the time it's run by Henrik himself.

"It's amazing."

"In addition to some inherent spiritual illusions, there are other things that can be added here now."

Henrik gave a wry smile.

"You know Roger, I've been to many places and seen a lot of difficult monsters, but the thing that makes me feel the most troublesome is that thing."

A strange look flashed across Henrik's face.

Roger quickly thought of something.

"You're not going to ...... her"

Roger looked surprised, "What the hell are you doing, although that woman's combat power is not outstanding, but in terms of charm, no one can compare......"

"Hey, hey."

Henrik looked smug.

"These kids look energetic every day, and they play Quint when they have nothing to do."

He pursed his lips.

"Playing cards? Is Gwent played in bed?! ”

"What in-depth communication with the psychic medium is the best way to enhance the accuracy of Gwente's cards, shit, it's all an excuse!"

"Next, I'll let them experience the charm of the female Daredevil!"

Henrik looked evil.

Roger was a little speechless.

The strength of the night demon simulated in the spiritual illusion should not be too strong, but the strength of that woman is not her combat power at all, but the innate charm.

Roger can guarantee that these energetic young men will never be able to resist the temptation from the night demons, and by then......

He couldn't help but shudder, Roger had enough reason to believe that Henrik's purpose was not a trial at all.

After thinking about it, Roger didn't stop too much.

Henrik is still very bottom-line in general, and those guys will at most suffer and lose face, as for the dangers and consequences.

It's more likely that you won't be able to play GWENT cards with those beautiful female mediums in a short period of time.

After walking around, Roger also relaxed his spirit and tried to feel the illusion constructed by the training base.

The scene changes, and he returns to the haunted manor, and once again to the mental hospital in Swamp Town.

There is also the Crystal Lake, where Roger has edited part of his experience to highlight the water ghosts in the Crystal Lake and the other monsters in the swamp.

However, Henrik changed some of the settings and added the female Daredevil to the mix.

Roger could almost imagine the sight of those fierce demon hunters being attacked from behind by water spirits hiding in the shadows while fighting the female Daredevil.

Gee.

Front and back pinching, perfect.

Roger is the owner of this training base, and he has a lot of authority alone, delegating some of his abilities to Henrik, and the two studied for a while, and then walked out of the cave, and when they reappeared, they were already on the other side of the canyon.

There, Roger could see several demon hunters trying out in separate caves.

They have obviously gone through the trials of the grass, and their physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

"The entire canyon is divided into two parts, and those who have not passed the trial need to be tested for will, and those who have passed the grass trial can also accept a higher intensity of mental oppression, and can repeatedly polish themselves before the formal battle."

Henrik led Roger up the steps, and there was a lift when he came down, but the way up was extremely long.

The surroundings are dark and oppressive, and for every demon hunter who has gone through the trial of grass, walking through this staircase is equivalent to identifying with his identity.

The next thing they'll face is a real monster.

The long staircase is also a test.

The surroundings suddenly became humid, and slowly a thin fog appeared in the air.

The fog grew thicker and thicker until it enveloped the whole person, and at this time the two of them also walked out of the steps and came to the ground.

As far as the eye can see, there is a white expanse.

The fog is thick, but it doesn't completely lose your bearings.

In the distance, Roger heard the sound of fighting.

The monsters that appeared here were all the ones he had dealt with before, some of them he had seen in the Misty World, and some of them that he had handed over to the Misty Hut as trophies.

Just in time, Roger entered the world of mist while Henrik was making adjustments.

This was the first cursed place Roger had ever experienced, and even now that he was well-informed, Roger was surprised by the situation.

As soon as the door opened, a smart mist enveloped it.

Roger walked into the foggy streets.

The Hunter's Hut had been leveled up several times in a row, and with Roger no longer what it used to be, he had gotten rid of his previous movement restrictions.

It didn't take long for them to come to the central area, and before Roger could enter, there was a sudden loud bang in the distance.

He stared intently, and there was a dull sound of footsteps on the other side of the misty world.

With a move in his heart, Roger did not continue to explore, but rushed in the direction from which the voice came.

The entire misty world was boxy, and the area inside was not large, and it didn't take long for Roger to come to the other side of the misty world.

This time he did not flinch, but took the initiative to walk in the direction from which the footsteps came, and soon, the huge soles of his feet fell from the sky.

Boom Boom!

Even though Roger's strength had now increased to the back stage of the fourth order, he couldn't help but be shocked by the huge feeling at close range at this time.

Looking up along the thick ankles, because of the bonus of the Hunter's Hut, there is almost no way to penetrate the fog here, and the effect on Roger is minimal.

In fact, he could have come in and check before, but his strength was low at that time, and if he approached rashly, he was likely to face some crises that he couldn't handle.

The voice was getting closer, and Roger could finally see what was above his feet.

With strong muscles and a rock-like sheen, this thing is definitely beyond your imagination in proportion.

His heart was pounding, and even when facing the Jackdaw Sword Master, Roger was not in a similar mood.

This is caution about the unknown.

The air swept by, and Roger's body soared into the air, and then he looked up along his thick calves.

Blood.

Mottled blood.

Further up, Roger saw rolled skin muscles, and pale bones.

He was shocked.

Because it was a broken leg walking in front of his eyes.

Judging from the trauma of the broken leg, such an injury should have been caused by someone forcibly twisting off the limb and then tearing it off.

What kind of person can break the limb of such a strong thing?

What a terrible power it takes!

This kind of power does not require any special abilities, and it can hit a building and level a mountain with a single punch and kick.

Thinking about the movement in his heart but not slowing down, Roger followed the footsteps forward, he even took the initiative to approach, and his body soared into the air.

When a certain height is reached, suddenly an invisible barrier appears in the air.

As soon as his body struggled, Roger felt a strong resistance, but unlike when he faced this resistance, Roger at this time already had a little qualification to fight.

Soon, however, the force of the shock became stronger and stronger, and this fluctuation even made the entire misty world tremble.

Reining his strength, Roger fell from the sky, and then he followed the huge soles of his feet all the way to the edge of the misty world.

In the next second, the broken foot passed through the barrier and disappeared before Roger's eyes.

There was a mess all around.

It was as if it had never existed.

"Mysterious world, mysterious rules."

After a lot of experience, Roger knows that not everything can find corresponding answers, and the so-called misty world may belong to a once glorious world, and some fragments have been broken.

And that huge paw is the person who lives in that world.

Terrible life, I don't know how many years that thing has been dead, but it can still walk around weirdly.

Roger didn't know what mechanism was behind this, and if he could get rid of the barrier blockade around him, he might be able to use the huge ball of his foot to reach a completely unfamiliar place.

Another world, or a universe?

Retracting his gaze, everything around him that had been damaged by the massive paws of his feet was repairing at a breakneck speed.

The fog had thinned, and the huge paws of the feet only occasionally appeared in the fog, and Roger felt that it might be necessary to learn the pattern of the paws of the feet when he had time.

Throwing many thoughts out of his mind, he was once again at the heart of the misty world.

Across the open plaza to the central patio, looking down from above, Roger saw the familiar chessboard.

As he approached, the chessboard changed.

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