Chapter 52

Name:Warhammer Wizard Author:Emperor
In the next few days, Ryan maintained a very regular life.

Get up early in the morning to meditate, exercise strength and practice warhammer skills at the Basil Hotel in the morning, go to the Viola House to practice piano with Viola in the afternoon; return to the hotel at night, soak in Zoltan’s mechanical workshop until late at night, almost nothing Go back to your apartment.

Zoltan was very efficient, and within a few days he gathered the materials he wanted and started his own research.

During this period, Ren showed his organ skills little by little, making Viola numb with surprise, and the two became more and more familiar, and they were in a relationship that was more than a friend but not a lover.

Ren tried Viola's real purpose many times, but found nothing. She seemed to be on guard in her heart, or made another decision, and the distance could not be further.

He is not in a hurry, but rather enjoys the current state.

One thing was unexpected, that Phyllis didn't find out that the mountain giant's demon soul was fake, or knew that it was impossible to get compensation, so she didn't come to the Violet House to make trouble.

Since the trade fair, Viola hasn't seen her, nor the instigator Gallo Weiner.

This surprised both Ren and Viola.

In Zoltan's courtyard, the sound of breaking through the sky continued.

Ren was only wearing a white shirt, and he swung the fine iron warhammer airtightly, with quick and steady steps. The heavy hammer looked very light in his hand, but it was as thick as a mountain, without the slightest muddy water. There were bursts of dull and frightening whistling noises.

call! call! call……

After waving for a few minutes at a stretch, Ren put down the hammer, panted slightly, and wiped the sweat off his face.

After more than ten days of continuous practice, he has integrated the skills of the war hammer, as if he has been training for many years, and there is no awkwardness.

With a hammer in hand, he is confident that he can beat any sword master of the same level.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented in Warhammer, not much worse than your swordsmanship." The voice of the witcher Roger rang out in the yard.

"Master Roger, good afternoon." Ryan said hello with a smile.

As early as ten minutes ago, he had noticed Roger's existence and had been watching for a long time.

During the past half a month of staying at the Basil Hotel, Ryan hadn't seen Roger a few times. He was always elusive. He was tired of staying in the room with the witch Delaire during the day, and often went out at night. He didn't know what he was doing.

Occasionally, when Delersa was away, Roger would just play cards with Zoltan and then go to bed.

Ren looked at Roger's appearance, and wondered if it was his own illusion. The legendary witcher seemed to be a little thinner than before, and his eye bags were heavy, as if he lacked sleep.

Dirty thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Could it be sucked dry by a witch?"

Roger yawned, and said listlessly: "I thought it was a pity before that you wasted your great talent in swordsmanship. Now it seems that you are more suitable for using a warhammer, which is also very good."

His face was a little relieved.

There has never been a demon hunter in this world who used a warhammer. Even the bear school, known for its strength and defense, used a sword instead of a warhammer.

If Renn really entered the wolf school and carried a warhammer all day long, there would definitely be a lot of jokes.

Those old stubborn in the wolf school will never accept it.

Ren heard the meaning of Roger's words, and shrugged indifferently. He really has no fate with the profession of witcher.

In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of weapon it is, whether it's swordsmanship or warhammer, it doesn't make any difference to him.

Anyway, they are all talented.

He suddenly became interested and asked: "Master Roger, last time we competed in swordsmanship, do you want to compete again today? I will use a warhammer to compare with your swordsmanship."

It's hard to find a suitable opponent. It's rare that Roger is free today, so I just have a chance to compete with him and test the results of my half-month practice of Warhammer.

Roger, however, has little interest in this.

He covered his mouth and yawned again. With a sleepy expression on his face, he shook his head and said, "It's meaningless to compete with you on Warhammer. It's almost the same anyway. I have to catch up on sleep."

With that said, Roger got up and walked to the room.

"Okay, I'll try again when I have a chance." Ren spread his hands helplessly without forcing.

When Roger walked to the door, he seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly turned around and said, "You want to try your hand so much, you will act with me at night, and finally found a nest of devil cubs, there are still a lot of them, you can come and give them to me." Be a helping hand."

Before Renn could answer, he said seriously: "I said in advance that hunting demons is not a sword fight, let alone a joke, but a very dangerous thing. I can't take care of you wholeheartedly in the battle, you only have one level , may be life-threatening."

"How dangerous is it?" Ren asked cautiously.

He really wanted to participate in the hunting of demons and have the opportunity to absorb the power of the soul, but if he lost his own life, the gain would outweigh the loss.

You can only have DPS if you are alive.

"It doesn't matter how dangerous it is, I just remind you." After thinking for a while, Roger nodded and said: "This nest of devil cubs is just a large number, not really how powerful. With me watching, with your strength, do Get ready, be careful and you should be fine."

"And you can get a bounty for hunting demons. There should be a lot this time."

"If you don't want to come, I'll ask Zoltan to come with you."

Ren's eyes lit up, and there was still money to take. As a legendary witcher, Roger has rich experience. Since he said he could go, there is nothing to be afraid of.

There are not many opportunities for a legendary strong man to take the lead and learn combat experience by himself.

Ren has considered where to absorb the soul before. Now it seems that hunting demons is the safest way. It can not only recharge himself, but also get bounties. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Okay, I'll go with you." He immediately agreed.

"Get ready, you've had enough rest during the day, and you're leaving late at night, and I'll call you then." After dropping these words, Roger entered the room, and soon there was a snoring sound.

After Ryan cleaned up, he went to the Violet House to practice piano as usual in the afternoon.

Viola heard that he was going to hunt demons at night, so he didn't say anything, but gave him a suit of light armor that fit well, very similar to Roger's suit, the combination of leather armor and mail armor, lighter in weight, and good in defense , because there is no enchantment, the price is not very high, so he accepted it.

After practicing the piano and returning to the hotel, Ren went into the mechanical workshop in the backyard after dinner.

There are a bunch of parts on the table in the workshop.

Ren quickly assembled it, and in less than half a minute, a short-barreled shotgun was assembled.

The prototype of this gun is Remington TAC-13, but it is not exactly the same, but the result of his modification. The gun body is greatly shortened and more compact. It is only half a meter long from the beginning to the end. Holding the gun with one hand, a holster was also made to hang on the outside of the thigh, which is easy to carry and can be pulled out to shoot at any time.

The body of the gun was shortened, and the ammunition capacity was reduced to five rounds.

However, the power of the bullets has increased. Renn has studied for a long time, and finally prepared smokeless gunpowder through the solution method, and created a batch of brand new bullets.

This batch of bullets is abundant, with more than one hundred bullets.

Lane wasn't going to take all the bullets with him, he only loaded one belt belt with a total of thirty bullets.

In addition to guns and bullets, Renn also used the remaining gunpowder to make a few grenades. Because there is no suitable venue, their power has not been tested yet. After thinking about it, he still brought it along.

Ren originally wanted to develop a firearm combined with the soul gun, but in addition to mechanical technology, the manufacture of the soul gun also required relevant knowledge of runes.

He knows next to nothing about it, so just put it aside.

Zoltan mentioned that he could teach rune knowledge, but there was a fee, and it was not cheap. Ren was running out of money now, and he had to save it to buy other materials, so he could only consider it later.

After packing up his equipment and weapons, Ren returned to his room to lie down and rest.

In the middle of the night, in his sleep, he heard footsteps outside the door, and immediately got up to open the door, only to see Roger with a surprised face.

"The vigilance is good." Roger said lightly.

His spirit is much better than that of the day, he is wearing light armor, two cross swords are also carried behind his back, and the leather bag in his waist is bulging and full of things.

"wait a second."

Ren returned to the room. He had already put on the leather mail armor, hung the warhammer on his back, took the shotgun and put it in the holster on the outside of his thigh, wrapped the ammunition belt around his waist, and stuffed three grenades into his trouser pocket. Out.

Roger looked at Ren in full armor and nodded in satisfaction.

But when he saw the shotgun, he reminded: "The hunting operation at night is in the city, try not to shoot, so as not to disturb too many people and make it difficult to deal with."

"OK."

Ren heard the voice and tried not to shoot. In fact, he could shoot, but it might be a little troublesome afterwards.

The two went downstairs and walked out of the hotel under the surprised eyes of the poker players in the hall.

Roger led the way. He was fast, had night vision, and had extremely keen senses. He could always avoid possible threats one step ahead, and left the slums smoothly.

Ren ran with all his strength, and then barely followed.

All the way north, and soon west into the Honiton area, and finally stopped outside a very unremarkable house.

Ren observed the surrounding environment, which was only one street away from the slums.

He quietly turned on the voice of all things, and immediately heard the abnormality. There are many voices in the house, more than a dozen men and women, it is late at night, but these people are very excited, all kinds of messy voices are mixed together, music, love, conversation, as if a lively banquet is being held.

But from the outside, the house was pitch black, as if the owner had already fallen asleep.

"What the hell?" Ren muttered inwardly.

Hiding in the shadows on the corner of the street, Roger touched two small glass bottles from his leather pouch, raised his head and gulped down one bottle, then handed the remaining bottle to Ren, and said, "Drink it."

Ren took the bottle and saw that it contained a dark and viscous potion. He unscrewed the cap and smelled the stench. Without hesitation, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

The foul-smelling potion entered the throat, it was pungent and choking, and I almost didn't spit it out.

Soon, Ren felt a strange energy permeating his body, and it quickly flowed through his whole body. The blood vessels on the back of his hand protruded, and black things spread vaguely in it, making his whole body numb and a little swollen.

After more than ten seconds, everything returned to normal, and there was no abnormality on the surface.

During this period, Roger took out a bottle of sword oil and rubbed it on the silver sword, making the runes on the sword obscure and exuding a sense of sharpness.

After all this was done, Roger held his sword in his hand and said, "I'll go in first, and you follow me."

Ren nodded silently, took the warhammer off his back, and held it in his hand.