Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

After gently covering the soil with earth, Lorne found some wooden planks and stuck them into the three raised mounds of earth.

On the vast grassland, the grass undulates like the ocean, and the three upright wooden signs stand out out of place.

"Are they your companions?" Sodrion stood quietly to the side.

It accompanied Lorne the entire time. These three humans were killed by Lorne, but afterward, Lorne did not take their belongings.

They even picked up all the fragments of the broken sword and buried them together with the slightly taller man.

Incomprehensible behavior.

"For a moment, yes." Lorne clapped his hands and stood up. "Let's go, Mr. Sodrion."

"Here, take this back." Sodrion placed the wizard's artifact in Lorne's palm.

"I have removed the restrictions on it, so there are no means of tracking it."

Lorne picked up the ruby ​​gold ring and temporarily put it on his ring finger to prevent it from getting lost.

"Mr. Sodrion, what is the purpose of this wizarding artifact?"

It was forged using a large energy transfer array to extract fire-attribute particles from the elemental zone, so it shouldn't be too bad.

"This ring is still a work in progress," Sodrion said, feeling it was a pity.

"After my examination, the only functions of this ring are status enhancement and spell pre-storage."

"Status application and spell pre-storage?"

It's pretty good...

"Yes." Sodrion explained in detail: "You can call the added state 'purification'."

"Absorbing stored fire-attribute particles, it releases pure white holy flames, which have a strong restraining effect on undead, evil spirits, and other such beings."

"As for pre-stored spells, it can be understood as rapid spell casting."

"Use this ring as a miniature spell container to pre-store a fire spell and activate it instantly."

"Sounds impressive, so I'll call you the Ring of Purifying Flames..." Lorne fiddled with the ring on his ring finger.

It's a pity I haven't become a wizard apprentice yet, otherwise I could store a fireball spell.

Lauren's fireball left him with a slight psychological scar.

Without the blessing of [Boiling Blood], there would be one mound here instead of three.

No, maybe they've already been ground to ashes...

"Get ready." After explaining the function of the ring, Sodrion gently raised the staff in his hand.

Lorne then noticed that the cane it used to support its walking could also function as a staff.

"Cloud Journey!"

The spell patterns spread out densely on the staff like tentacles, and the incantation chanted by Sodrion sounded like a low murmur or the murmuring of flowing water.

On the grassland in the early morning, the air was very humid, and dewdrops still clung to the tips of the grass.

These dewdrops floated up strangely.

Centered on Sodrion, the mist and water droplets within a radius of several hundred meters seemed to hear the call and rushed towards it.

The dense water vapor was compressed and shaped by an invisible giant hand.

A white cloud quickly formed beneath their feet.

"rise!"

Lorne felt a gentle lifting force beneath his feet, propelling him into the air.

I go!

Soaring through the clouds?

"Then what's the point of you using a cane all the time?" Lorne thought to himself.

What puzzled him was that Sodrion's strength was unfathomable, at least at the level of a formal wizard, yet there wasn't a single wizard apprentice in the settlement.

The sheer size of the span and the discontinuity suggest that there must be unspeakable secrets within it.

This secret is definitely connected to many things.

Lady Elena, Elf Tears, Bloodborne Curse, the Kenlar race's clairvoyance talent, True Spirit.

All the doubts from the past are now connected together.

There was no evidence to prove a connection, but Lorne's sixth sense warned him that everything was converging in the same direction.

His robes billowed in the gale, and the clouds carried Lorne far away, away from the elven settlement.

...

The vast green grassland abruptly ends, replaced by a strange, distorted forest.

The clouds descended into the forest, dispersing into mist just before touching the ground.

Cloud Flight... Lorne silently memorized the name of this flight spell, thinking it would be worth mastering if he had the chance in the future.

This spell is a great choice whether you're traveling or exploring.

Lorne followed Sodrion for a distance.

Finally, it stopped in front of an archway formed by the twisted and gnarled branches of an ancient tree.

A solidified, dark golden light flowed within the doorway.

It was eerily quiet here, the air was icy cold, and there wasn't a trace of life.

It's as if we've escaped the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Mr. Sodrion, where is this place?" Lorne looked around curiously.

Extraordinary.

He came to a conclusion.

"This was once our sanctuary," Sodrion said, his voice heavy with the weight of time, briefly lost in reminiscence.

His expression seemed to radiate happiness, yet also to suggest he was experiencing pain.

The Sanctuary? How did it become like this... Lorne rubbed his arms, feeling a little frightened.

It feels like we've arrived at an incredible place.

As for fear, he wasn't afraid. If Soderion wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as lifting a finger.

Emerging from his reverie, Sodrion gently raised his staff and began reciting the Elven script.

The two severely weathered gray stone pillars beside the archway began to tremble slightly.

The dust that had been attached to it for years began to fall off.

The concealed elven runes burst forth with a blinding light and a buzzing sound.

The gnarled, ancient trees receded to the side, and the archway rippled with subtle waves.

"Let's go." Sodrion took the lead and disappeared into the ripples.

Lorne didn't care about anything else and followed after them.

Behind the ripples was a spacious room.

Although it was enclosed, it was filled with fluorescent light.

The dim light illuminated the withered, black giant tree standing in the center of the room.

Its roots are exposed, like twisted black blood vessels.

Directly beneath the giant tree, the dilapidated altar was shrouded in its shadow.

The broken statues of the deer and the crystal butterfly stand guard on either side of the altar, their eyes vacant.

"Currently, I am the only one in the settlement who knows everything." Sodrion seemed relieved, as if he had found someone to confide in.

"You will be the second."

Fear welled up in Lorne's heart.

What could have made the powerful Sodrion choose to bear it all alone, without even informing any of his clansmen?

It's important to know that some things, once understood, can actually become a burden.

"Why me?"

Even trusted clansmen don't know why they would choose to reveal it to an outsider.

Lorne was puzzled.

Soderion's answer came quickly:

"In the first half of my life, a fortune teller told me this."

"In the near future, a human will appear and lead our race to break free from its shackles and move towards freedom."

"I waited for a long time, and the little ones around me all grew up, grew old and died."

"But that person never showed up, and in the end I had no choice but to give up..."

At this point, Sodrion looked at Lorne with burning eyes: "Until you came along."

Lorne's doubts deepened.

During my time in the settlement, did I do anything?

He probably didn't even get to see Soderion many times...

"There must be an ideal country in this world!" Sodrion looked expectantly at the broken altar in the center of the room.

"In the near future!"

It slowly walked to the dilapidated altar, its gaze fixed on the transparent crystal ball above.

Seeing this, Lorne followed.

It was just a story he made up with Mia on the spot, yet it made Sodrion so excited...

Sodrion gently stroked the crystal ball, and a dazzling white light flowed around it.

After gently picking up the crystal ball, it turned to face Lorne.

Those aged yet burning eyes locked onto Lorne.

After a long pause, Sodrion finally spoke:

"Now that things have come to this, I can tell you a secret: the culprit behind our calamity, the one who cast the blood curse upon us..."

His name is—

"—True Spirit, Endric!"