Spell Casting

The witcher's spellcasting principle is completely different.

Starting from childhood, every witcher has to take the grass potion dozens of times.

Most children, when they take it for the first time, will die because their bodies cannot bear the pain of the mutation. This is also the most difficult part of the grass trial. Even with the assistance of a witch, the success rate is very low.

And as these children grow up, the organs in their bodies will undergo extremely serious mutations under the influence of medicine, and become more adaptable to the chaos magic.

These mutated organs not only allow witchers to have a metabolic rate dozens of times higher than that of ordinary people, but also make their physical functions very powerful.

Their physical strength, resistance, recovery, explosive power, and spell speed are all far superior to ordinary people.

In addition, these mutant organs can also transform the physical strength and spirit of the witchers into magic power, which is stored in their bodies and used to cast the witcher's seal.

This is also why, the effect of anti-magic on witchers is much smaller than that of spellcasters.

Of course, this kind of physical mutation did not bring all the benefits. The years of pain and suffering during the Green Grass Trial caused some distortions in the minds of most witchers, and the mutations of various organs in their bodies also seriously affected the production of various pheromones in their bodies, destroying certain functions of their bodies, and even made many demon hunters directly become facial paralyzed.

Although their lifespan can be extended to hundreds of years, after becoming witchers, their bodies are already very different from humans. Not only can they no longer have offspring, but it is even doubtful whether they are still humans.

Standing in the center of the training ground, Wayne took a breath. As a half-elf, he has a slight advantage in agility and spirit. Coupled with the spiritual blessing of two souls, once he calms down, he can clearly feel the flow of the magic power stored in his body.

Following Vesemir's instructions, he stared at the wooden dummy in the training ground, concentrated his mind, mobilized the magic power in his body, made a Sign of Igni with his left hand, and gently pushed against the dummy.

For a moment, he felt that the magic power in his body, under his control, blended and rolled according to certain rules, turning into a hot energy, moving upward along his arm at a high speed, and directly rushing out of the palm of his left hand.

In less than a few seconds, a dazzling yellow flame shot out from his palm and exploded directly into the air.

Although the fireball was only the size of a watermelon, and the flying distance was less than half a meter, it was only the first attempt, and it successfully cast the Igni Sign. This kind of magic talent shocked Vesemir who was watching from the sidelines.

Looking at Wayne whose face was full of joy because of the successful spell casting, the old witcher coughed lightly and said:

"Okay, kid, don't be too proud."

"Your seal talent is indeed very good, but I have seen several witchers with your talent hundreds of years ago."

"Now, calm down and continue to cast other seals."

Hearing this, Wayne calmed down his joyful mood. After coming to the world of witcher for so long, he became a witcher despite a painful trial.

But so far, apart from his physical ability becoming stronger, he has not really experienced the fantasy of sword and magic.

Now that he cast the Igni Seal with his own hands, he truly felt the power of magic.

After successful casting the Sign of Igni, Wayne successfully completed the next four signs the first time he cast it, which made Vesemir both excited and worried.

As the great mentor of the wolf school's witchers, he certainly hoped that there would be a powerful witcher in the school.

But as an elder who has lived for hundreds of years and experienced countless joys and sorrows, the old witcher knows very well that people with outstanding talents often represent not success, but more hardships, and even an untimely death.

The life of a genius is always full of twists and turns, and the geniuses who can live to the end and truly achieve great achievements are often only a very small number.

But no matter what Vesemir thought, Wayne was quite happy after successfully casting five sigils.

In addition to being delighted by his talent, it was also because he heard the system's prompt after only casting the seal five times.

Sign proficiency +1, current progress: 1.

Sign LV1: Sign strength +5%.

He found that the proficiency of seals seems to be easier to improve than swordsmanship, and unlike swordsmanship which is affected by age and body size, seals not only have offense and defense, control, and traps, but are also quite simple to use.

Thinking of this, Wayne secretly made a decision. He was going to put the focus of training on the seal first, and try to obtain enough self-protection ability in a short time.

Anyway, the lifespan of a witcher is long enough. As long as he can survive, his sword skills will definitely become stronger.

However, that is something to consider later. After successfully casting five spells, Wayne smiled at the old witcher and said with a smile

"Teacher, I have completed your task, you can give me the reward."

Looking at this smiling face, which is rarely seen among witchers with facial paralysis, Vesemir temporarily let go of the worries in his heart and shows a smile of approval on his face.

He took out a simple dagger with a sheath from the back of his waist, reached out and touched Wayne's short blond hair, then handed the dagger into his hand, and said

"Wayne, this is a very useful meteoric iron dagger. It is a gift from a master blacksmith which can easily cut the hard monster bodies."

"I originally wanted to wait until your birthday to give it to you, but you performed very well today, so I will reward you in advance."

Wayne accepted the reward with a look of excitement, and at the same time, there was a reminder that the task was completed.

Normal level, [training mission] has been completed.

Reward: 3 points of experience, one common treasure chest.

Ordinary Treasure Chest: You can randomly get a certain amount of gold or random items of ordinary level.

Although the rewards for ordinary missions seem a bit shabby, and the experience value of the mission rewards is only 3 points, but Wayne doesn't dislike it.

Based on the fact that it only takes one hundred experience points to upgrade to the second level, if he accepts a training task from Vesemir every day, it will only take about a month to increase the level by one level, which feels pretty good.

Thinking of this, Wayne restrained some scattered thoughts in his heart, put aside the meteoric iron dagger that Vesemir gave him, wiped his sweaty forehead from casting five spells in a row, and said to the old witcher

"Teacher, let me meditate for a few minutes first, then let's continue practicing."

"I'm not afraid of suffering, please don't be polite, and use the strictest standards on me."

Seeing that Wayne was not proud of his talent, but asked himself to teach him more strictly, Vesemir nodded in relief.

The smile on his face flashed away, and he immediately said in a scolding voice

"Successfully casting the seal is only the foundation of the basics of a witcher."

"You are still far behind in terms of casting speed, and timing of casting."

"Next, I will teach you strictly."