Chapter 1113: Bloodline Testing (3000 3200 Supplement)

Yanan Town, Graveyard.

Within the graveyard, which had already expanded several times over, the Gravekeeper Old John was wearing a black robe, keeping a solemn watch in the corner.

And in the Lancaster family graveyard section, a grand funeral was underway.

All the Lancasters were present, and many were weeping.

Because their mountain had collapsed!

Kalin!

This shield-mountain of the family had finally reached the end of his life.

For this, he had waited for over sixty years!

"Alright... actually, I've already guessed and simulated the Warlock heritage well enough; this heritage is just experimental data..."

The Warlock's eyes widened as he stared at the arrow that brought him burning pain, identified the poison smeared on it, and fell down with a shout.

This time, he no longer had any breath left.

Aaron had cleared out a small herbalism room for himself.

It was a cavalry squad, chasing a fleeing criminal!

That criminal seemed to be injured, spraying blood all along the way.

And to break through to above the Master level, one must induce a third mutation on the basis of the second mutation!

This Warlock roared and gripped his greatsword tightly.

At this moment, he was at the table in the herbalism room, opening a handwritten manuscript.

This set of decoctions was the Bull Decoction that Aaron had later summarized.

By now, he was a fairly famous herbalist in the small town—Aaron!

Yes, Aaron had returned to his old profession, opening a small clinic.

Moreover, the dosage was very slight, so one wouldn't feel anything unusual at once, but by now, the damage was already deep and difficult to reverse!

"Then next... Harpy? Bloodthirsty Bird?"

【Supporting Breathing Technique:...】

He had led the Lancaster family into a brand-new era of glory, and his achievements were remembered by everyone.

Aaron turned to the first page—

The next day.

"Alright, on the entire Aderson Continent, one simply cannot find a dragon!"

As for the reason?

Thinking of this, Aaron cast the other party to the back of his mind and began to test his own blood.

Because even if that female Warlock hadn't died, she would inevitably have become an old grandmother.

In fact, after his improvements, the effect was even better than the original version.

"After all that, this Master among Warlocks went to ambush a rookie among Warlocks? And the key point is that they ended up killing each other?"

【The Warlock's trial, known as 'Black Iron'... implies constantly polishing a piece of raw iron to remove impurities... for the human body, it requires specific decoctions combined with a Breathing Technique!】

Aaron nodded: "Everyone's genes are different, and mutations also have different directions... Following that specific school's method of directly pouring medicine without regard for genetic compatibility, it's no surprise at all that there's a sixty or seventy percent mortality rate... or rather, one should say, that two or three out of ten can survive is already due to the effectiveness of the previous decoction and Breathing Technique training..."

A monster like the Bloodthirsty Bird doesn't have much of a brain; if it finds a type of food delicious, it will keep eating it.

Kalin had long been a Warlock and had reproductive isolation from ordinary people, so it was impossible for him to have descendants.

It had a wingspan of over three meters, abnormally long thighs, and a pair of small claws on its chest.

Based on his current knowledge, he also knew that Warlocks were divided into many schools.

Late at night.

"You don't need to know, fire arrows!"

Why did Aaron know?

That was something the other party admitted himself after Aaron got a Frost Wolf School Warlock drunk.

"Genetic bias... I've roughly figured it out."

"To avoid genetic collapse when promoting to a Warlock Master or even higher levels, one must leave enough leeway during the first mutation; this point is very important!"

Aaron muttered a complaint and turned to leave the graveyard.

Aaron began to collect the herbs for the formula he had created.

Many pieces of information regarding Warlock Masters were told to him by the other party while playing cards.

This was something Aaron had coveted for a long time!

Thanks to the channels established by the clinic earlier, some not-so-rare natural ingredients were quickly collected, and there were clues for the others.

As for Kalin's head, I'm afraid it had long been a green pasture.

【... The other party's body was constantly surrounded by a layer of magical defense, which greatly deflected Master Roguel's venomous silver sword, causing him to fail to kill the other party instantly and end up perishing together with that Warlock...】

From time to time, blood mixed with chunks of flesh fell from mid-air.

"Traitor!"

After the Bloodthirsty Bird left, a patch of grass not far away suddenly squirmed, lifting a layer of turf to reveal Aaron's calm eyes: "After feeding for so many days, it should be about time, right?"

This drop of blood fell into the crucible, and Aaron poured in black powder, burning it under the flames...

"Cut off his head and bring back everything on the corpse!"

Aaron finally closed the heritage.

Next, it was just a matter of tracking the other party's nest and then cleaning up the mess to scavenge.

With the insight of a Master of Herbalism and more experience, Aaron naturally understood the principle that too much is as bad as too little.

Looking at the Viper School's potions now, they feel somewhat extreme.

Just as Aaron prepared to act, he suddenly pulled over the turf camouflage, covered his entire body, and once again became a "Voldemort" (ground-hugging demon).

He was struck by several arrows and fell to the ground.

Thud, thud!

Aaron roughly understood what he needed for that portion of Extraordinary Material.

As for the explanation to the townspeople, it was that Doctor Aaron had received an emergency call from a close friend and needed to be away for a few days.

Unfortunately, even though he had traveled for sixty years and seen many tricks from bards and circuses, he had never once seen a real Warlock.

His life experiences were very rich; he often ventured into the wilderness where mortals dared not go, and he even leveled his wilderness survival skills to the master level!

He vaguely remembered that in the wilderness not far from the Lancaster Territory, on the edge of a cliff, lived a nest of "Bloodthirsty Mad Birds"!

They are considered close relatives of the Bloodthirsty Demon Birds; in the event that the former cannot be found, the latter can barely serve as a substitute.

By training with this set of Breathing Technique, a Witcher will become more agile.

Accompanied by the sound of crossbow bolts being fired, this Witcher's fierce charge was instantly ended.

……

However, Kalin did not have this crooked idea; at that time, he probably didn't have the energy for it either.

【Post-incident investigation summary: The defensive field was the "Natural Talent Spell" of that Warlock; the opponent claimed to be an Apprentice from the Black Spirit Tower... but after inquiries from all sides, there is no place or organization called the Black Spirit Tower on the Aderson Continent...】

Specifically, it is more similar to a Griffin.

Immediately, it emitted an inexplicable luster.

Eventually, it turned into a black-red color.

Precisely because of this, even if Kalin used fakes to fool Aaron, he would be able to discover it immediately.

And this set of Breathing Technique is named—Viper Breath Technique!

"Judging by this color... the most suitable one is probably of the Red Dragon type?"

After the group of cavalrymen left, Aaron crawled out from the turf, his face full of solemnity.

Chirp!

The Bloodthirsty Mad Bird swooped down, grabbed a wild rabbit that seemed paralyzed on the ground, and began to feast in mid-air.

Unfortunately, sixty years have passed; the beautiful faces have withered into bones, and things are no longer what they used to be.

Aaron's eyes lit up.

"I am Jette of the Red Fish... why are you surrounding and killing me?"

The room for modification is very small, so becoming a master Witcher is very difficult.

It belongs to the Breathing Technique of the Viper School!

Of course, considering the nobility's demand for offspring, perhaps this was even with Kalin's consent; when the two were doing the deed, he might have even been the one guarding the door outside...

Fortunately, given the other party's status as a Witcher, it is impossible for them to leave behind any offspring...

Aaron tapped his own glabella.

It could even be said... the precious experience summarized by these predecessors with their blood is even more valuable than this inheritance itself!

Aaron flipped to the last page, revealing an interested expression:

Blood Cliff.

Aaron muttered to himself in his heart.

……

……

Following this path, one can reach the master level at most; breaking through any further will inevitably lead to genetic collapse!

"However... I vaguely feel that the Witcher's Magic Potion configuration has some problems; if improved, it could probably support one more mutation!"

This is naturally even more difficult!

In reality, Aaron had long ago figured out a similar advanced Witcher formula through guesswork, but he had never used it because he was worried about this.

It was naturally for the convenience of various experiments.

And Aaron used this point to catch some rabbits, fawns, and other prey, feeding them every day on the fixed route the bird flew.

"Facts have once again proven that a simp will not have a good end!"

Aaron touched his chin: "I always feel that the upper limit of a Witcher... is a bit low; on the other hand, the Warlock's upper limit seems very high."

After all, sixty years have passed, and coming back to guard someone else's grave—isn't that pathetic?

He placed a white daisy in front of Kalin's grave: "Your spirit can be passed on, but your bloodline has long since been severed..."

He glanced at Old John and had no intention of going back to continue being a Gravekeeper.

The opponent's corpse fell down, and more arrows were stuck in this Witcher's body.

A strange bird with bright red feathers and a ferocious appearance let out a shrill screech.

【Body Tempering Potion formula:...】

Aaron rubbed his forehead: "It seems... apparently... roughly... I gave it to a female Witcher I met on the road? Hmm... and I even gained the other party's friendship."

Inside these prey, there was naturally poison.

Aaron never wanted to contact the other party again.

This can save Aaron from taking many detours.

……

However... just as a cavalryman hesitated to approach, he suddenly erupted, the greatsword in his hand turning into a meteor, piercing into the cavalryman's chest.

He was completely immersed in his experiments, and even his daily medical visits were reduced significantly.

A Witcher's abilities come from mutation!

If the first mutation could be considered relatively simple, the second mutation requires inducing another transformation on top of the already mutated genes.

【The most dangerous prey—Warlocks!】

Obtaining the experimental data of the Viper School Witcher this time was also a pleasant surprise for him.

Finally...

More common ones include the Frost Wolf School, Thunder Hawk School, Red Fish School, and so on...

After having a plan, Aaron immediately made preparations for the upcoming actions.

"The very first induced mutation is actually very important... Those Witchers who consume defective potions are effectively strangling their own future..."

The cavalrymen had all concealed their banners and emblems; hearing this, they merely sneered and did not step forward, instead pulling back to a distance to aim their crossbows at this Witcher.

Aaron shook his head, feeling quite regretful about Kalin's habit of not improving the formula for such a long time, and then continued reading:

【Viper School Master Roguel once killed a Warlock through assassination!】

Only the Extraordinary Materials were somewhat problematic.

"This is... Sword Oil? Fierce Fire Poison?"

The vibration of horse hooves trampling the ground kept coming, from far to near.

First it turns into a pale blue color, then it becomes crimson, black...

The cavalry commander said coldly.

At this time, according to the Extraordinary gene calculations he had made for himself using crude methods.

Clang! Clang!

Three years passed, even the Sheriff had been replaced, and as for surveillance, it was naturally out of the question.

"I knew it, Witchers of different schools have different Breathing Techniques, and this is their top priority; even though I am an old friend of several Witchers, they wouldn't tell me..."

"Damn guy... he actually killed one of our brothers."

It can be said that only a Witcher who has mastered these techniques is a Formal Witcher!

And at the end of the Viper School inheritance, some monsters that predecessors had encountered were listed, along with the most important intelligence and countermeasures.

He used a silver needle to prick his fingertip, dripping out a bead of bright red blood.

"Witcher ranks can be roughly divided into Witcher Apprentice, Formal Witcher, and Witcher Master... To become a Formal Witcher, one must pass the Black Iron Trial; to become a Witcher Master, one must pass the 'Red Mountain Trial'!"

At the same time, his years of experience and accumulation, with this inheritance as the thread, were mostly connected, slowly flowing through his heart.

Therefore... the origins of these children of Catherine are very problematic.

Compared to the Black Iron Potion of the Viper School, this formula's ingredients are ten times more complex!

"To finally carry out three mutations, one must first lay a good foundation."

Although this cavalry troop had concealed their emblems, he recognized their faces.

Then, when reaching the Human Limit, one can consume the 'Black Iron Potion', which is to use the tissues of Extraordinary monsters to stimulate the Witcher to undergo Gene Mutation, thereby breaking through a certain limit!

Behind the inheritance, there were also supporting 'Stinging Snake Swordsmanship', 'Viper Silver Sword Crafting', 'Special Equipment Blueprints', several common oil potion formulas, and so on...

Inside the two-story villa.

"I previously had a Ghoul brain... but damn, sixty years have passed, I've long since forgotten... let me think..."

—Witcher Inheritance!

Aaron blended in among the mourning townspeople, appearing very inconspicuous.

Aaron wrote out a very complex Witcher advanced Magic Potion formula.

After everything was ready, Aaron rode a horse and left Yanan Town.

Accompanied by the whinny of a warhorse, his mount was struck by an arrow, throwing him off the horse.

Half a month later.

Finally...

"In short... my physical fitness has long reached its peak; it is time to prepare a Black Iron Potion."

These are... cavalry from the Lancaster Viscount Territory!

"A storm is coming."

Aaron muttered, not intending to avenge that Witcher, but instead looked toward the direction of the Blood Cliff.

The more it is like this, the more he needs power!

(End of chapter)