From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

When East came out of the tent, the soldiers of Skellige seemed to see a fire burning under the sea.

Everyone knows that the king of Sintra has passed away along with the queen, and the person standing in front of them has changed back to the "Son of the Islands" and "Knight of the Sea" who was once sung in poetry—Esther Tu Elsek.

"I'm going back to Sintra, Ciri is still there."

The blood of the sailors was boiling, but Kratz looked at his uncle worriedly: "You are too tired, and too many things happened today. I will ask the druid to give you some potion for you to sleep for a night, and I will return to Sintra tomorrow. Well. The Nilfgaardians aren't that fast, and you don't want to fall off your horse, do you?"

East shook his head and said, "Every minute it takes, Ciri will be more dangerous. Ciri is to me what Halma is to you. I can't wait any longer."

Among the crowd, a young man with a green face but a strong figure shouted: "Father, soldiers are precious, let's save Xili!"

"Shut up, Halma!" Kratz growled at his son, then sighed and gave in to Easter, "Since you are so persistent, let's set off overnight."

East nodded, turned around and stared at his wife affectionately, as if he wanted to bring this longing into the battle that followed.

With a "bang", Kratz punched East from behind and knocked East to the ground. The newly awakened sea knight fainted under the stunned eyes of the Skellige soldiers, and raised the fallen leaves all over the ground.

"Father, you..." Halma stared at her father dumbfounded, unable to say anything.

Kratz glared at his immature son, and roared angrily: "Shut up brat, you don't have a place to talk here!

I have seen too many fighters like this. There is fire on their heads, fire in their eyes, and fire in their bodies. This kind of flame will burn the enemy to death, but it will also burn themselves to death. This is the lesson taught by the sea, even if he is a sea knight. "

After being asked to put Easter on the ground in a more comfortable posture, Kratz turned his head and said to the sailors: "Uncle's safety must not be compromised. He is seriously injured and needs to return to Queen Calanthe's body as soon as possible. Skellige—Halma!"

The young man who was called by his name raised his chest reflexively: "Yes!"

"Lead half of the sailors and return to Great Skellige immediately with the remains of your uncle and the queen. Don't do anything unnecessary!"

After finishing the order, he turned to the rest of the sailors and said solemnly: "Princess Pavetta and her husband died because I miscalculated the storm at sea. I wanted to apologize to Queen Calanthe by death, but She forgave me. I have sworn on my family's name since that day - to help their only daughter, Princess Cyrella, with all I can in this life. Now I am going to fulfill my vow, will you follow me?"

The sailors shouted in unison: "The sons of the islands are not afraid of the wind and the waves!"

Kratz laughed loudly with satisfaction.

"That...father?" Halma said suddenly, "I also want to save Ciri..."

A muffled sound that was far more ear-shattering than when East fell down resounded in the woods.

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Jie Long slapped the table in front of him, and the sharp sawdust pierced his palm, but he didn't realize it.

Toussaint, underground of Heshan Castle, secret laboratory.

There is a young man soaked in the most central culture tank, densely packed infusion tubes are connected to his body, and each infusion tube is connected to a bucket of unnamed potion.

The young man soaked in the cultivation tank was breathing weakly. Although he was wearing a respirator, he was still trying to drink the nutrient solution in the cultivation tank, so that he could see that he was still alive. Geron tried many times to prevent the young man from interfering with the experiment, but as long as the other party had a sliver of consciousness, he would never stop, so he had to let it go. He wondered where this guy had such strong vitality.

Geron was very happy at first, thinking that this vigorous vitality was enough for the young man to survive the trial of the witcher. But he didn't expect that now he was really just "alive".

This young man's hair is dry now, his skin is as white as a dead person's, and the skin in some places still has a melting feeling like a burnt person, and his fingers and joints are also deformed to varying degrees.

Lane, he should have died from the mutation long ago, but [Gourmet] and his strong will to survive have been hanging his life.

But the mutation of the demon hunter is not just "survival".

With despair in his eyes, Jielong collapsed powerlessly on the ground: "Mutation...failed, Griffin School..."

During this period of time, he watched Lan's condition decline day by day, from a handsome knight to what he is now.

He rummaged through all the experimental materials, read all the classics he could find, hunted and killed an unknown number of monsters to make various potions and decoctions, trying to reverse this process, but all failed.

The witcher trials must be completed in childhood, because children are more malleable. This is the law discovered by the creator of the Demon Hunter, the Archmage Alzu. He once used adults to conduct mutation experiments, but none of them survived. Later, he was inspired to use children to conduct experiments to achieve a breakthrough, but this is so, the hunter The success rate of the devil's trial is only 30%.

And this 30% success rate is the result of the most powerful warlock in history, Alzu, leading a team of dozens of warlocks and using hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of experimental subjects.

On the other hand, Geron's mutation experiment, the demon hunter who mixed a lot of legendary materials had a stronger mutation, but it did not directly affect Lann after any experiment, and the final effect still ran away in a direction that was out of control. Geron made a hypothesis by relying on his strong knowledge, and Lann relied on his strong will and system to hold blood for so long, but some things cannot be achieved by hard work alone, and fate still did not turn to the top hundred. One-third of the trail.

Jielong knew this knowledge well, but when facing Lann, he still had a fluke mentality, but the reality dealt him a heavy blow and shattered his belief.

"I'm sorry... Knight, I turned you into what you are now, so that you can't even have a decent funeral."

Geron murmured, he roared on the ground, and then he felt a strong sense of guilt.

"It's my selfishness that made you go through all this. I shouldn't have imposed my fate on you. This is not the way of chivalry."

"Perhaps, I should free you as soon as possible."

After clearing up his mood, Geron looked around. This small laboratory has carried his nightmare for a hundred years. He even felt that his experiments on Lann during the past period were repeating the evil deeds his father had done to him. , which made him feel even more guilty.

Now that the mutation has failed, there is no need to stay here anymore. Geron fished Lan out of the cultivation tank, and drilled out of the tunnel with his back on his back.

He didn't want Lan to die in this dark underground laboratory. The knight should have a knight's ending.

They came to Heshan Castle. The robbers who had been stationed here had already been cleaned up by Jielong, and only some traces of fighting were left here.

"Using a castle as your tombstone should be enough, right? The death of a knight should be in a castle."

Jeron murmured.

The cold moonlight shone on Lan En's body, and the evening breeze blew through, making him feel the breath of the world for a long time.

In fact, Lan En has always been able to receive information from the outside world. Although his five senses are vague as if separated by a film, and even his eyelids are partially glued together and cannot be opened, he knows that the current situation on his body is what happened.

He could feel himself being soaked in some potion, knew how many needles had been pricked in his body, and could feel that he was being taken out of the laboratory now.

He could hear what Jaylon Molu said, and he knew that the other party was saving himself, and he also knew that this kind of rescue was too drastic. He has always wanted to become a demon hunter, but suffered from not having a safe plan, so even though he has always had the formula for the demon hunter trial in his hand, he has never put it into action.

Unexpectedly, fate made a joke of him. He passively performed the witcher mutation in order to save his life, and then failed.

【that's all? 】Countless times he was tormented by the bone-deep pain to the point of mental breakdown, but he still used the pain to bite open the respirator to drink the dirty mutant liquid to activate [Gourmet]. He felt that he had achieved the ultimate.

[How can this be? ] Lan can only growl in his heart. After working hard for so long, meeting so many friends, and winning so many honors, how could he accept such a result?

【I don't! sweet! Heart! 】

The speechless young man roared in his heart, but he didn't suddenly realize that everything around him had undergone tremendous changes unknowingly.

It seemed that everything around him opened up to Lan En, Lan En felt as if he had some magical senses, and the film covering the five senses was lifted.

Once again, he could hear the wind, smell the fragrance of flowers, and feel the warmth and coldness; without opening his eyes, he could observe every detail around him.

No, rather than saying that Lann "can" perceive it, it is better to say that someone "made" Lann able to perceive it.

The evening wind stopped flowing, and the petals falling from the air stopped moving; the insect that had just flapped its wings at a frequency of hundreds of times per second gradually slowed down to be visible to the naked eye, until it became a specimen and was fixed in the air.

Geron kept looking back at Lann, as if he was watching the future of the Griffin School go away, his hair was raised in the air for a long time and never fell down again.

The whole world seemed to have been pressed the pause button, silent. The only one who is not restricted is Lan, but he can only breathe weakly, and can't do anything else.

Suddenly, Lan heard footsteps coming from a distance, and his perception was also grabbed by an invisible big hand, like an audience whose head was held down to watch the stage.

The familiar sound of the lute suddenly sounded out of nowhere, accompanied by the accompaniment of bagpipes.

Suddenly, transparent faces appeared one after another in the sky, like ghosts and ghosts, endless and orderly. They gathered in mid-air and sang melodiously together, as if praising or sighing:

[Moonlight shrouds the four directions leisurely, and the lion is trapped in a cage, and all eyes are lost. 】

At the source of the moonlight, a figure suddenly appeared.

He slowly walked down from the sky, as if a ladder had been laid out for him in the void, every step he took would resound with an empty echo, and a burst of gorgeous blue flame dust flashed from the soles of his feet, leaving a trail behind him. A long-lasting trajectory.

As he walked, the soul singing in the sky raised another tune, and the voice was better than the sea monster and went straight to the sky:

[The devil's son Wanli came to help, with a handsome face.

He will give you what you want, gold, silver, and honey. 】

The moon stood behind the figure, as if the stage was lighting him up. His face became clear step by step, and Lan recognized his master's name.

It's him! It's him!

The merchant poet Milo Glass (Mirror·Glass), who used to compose poems for Lan in Sintra, smiled reservedly at Lan, and then his face melted immediately, turning into Lan It's the first time I've seen it, but it looks very familiar.

"We meet again, Lord Lannister. Please allow me to call you Lann - because I think we can be friends, and it is more affectionate to call you this way. Please forgive me for not revealing my real name to you earlier , after all, businessmen who go out always need more identities."

The businessman bowed slightly, as if an actor was making an announcement to the audience: "Please allow me to introduce myself to you again, my name is Gaunt Odim, and I am a mirror merchant who travels in various worlds.

You can also call me by the nicknames my customers give me, and they usually call me-"

At this moment, the trembling souls in the sky began to turn into shouts, and they all knelt down and worshiped like a god descending:

[But if one day he comes to collect debts, his eyes will immediately ignite.

You will be his slave and be tortured forever! 】

"—Master Mirror."

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Sorcerers and folklorists disagree on the definition of the word "demon." The "demon" in the mouth of folklorists is more in line with the narrow definition of the devil in the public perception, bringing together all the vicious, terrifying, and evil qualities that intelligent creatures can think of.

In the eyes of warlock researchers, "demons" collectively refer to those creatures that come from other worlds, that they cannot understand, cannot define, and cannot describe.

In this era, scientists and explorers have researched that the continent underfoot is a sphere. After the warlocks' research, outside of this planet, there is an elemental layer that humans cannot set foot on, and there are elemental spirits that can be summoned and enslaved by the warlocks.

And beyond this elemental realm, there are more realms, dimensions, planets, and time-spaces that humans have never visited—creatures from these places are "demons".

The Di Jing (Deng Shen), who can realize the three wishes of people, was also a demon in a broad sense, but the warlocks later created the category of "world spirit" specifically for it. The situation with elemental spirits is roughly similar.

And the man in front of Lane—the mirror master, in a sense, he combined the definitions of demons by folklorists and warlock scholars. He is a visitor from another world, wandering in different dimensions and time and space to have fun, powerful, and is the undisputed ceiling of combat power in the original work.

Someone once translated his name Gaunt Odim as "God Or Devil", which means "God or Devil". He was a beggar, a soldier, a merchant, and an officer. In the future, many people claim to have seen him in different histories:

There are rumors that Master Mirror cultivated an unprecedented male heir of ancient blood whose bloodline cannot be traced back, helped him travel through time and space, and then induced him to create his own tragic childhood fate;

There are also rumors that Master Mirror once lingered in the beautiful Brokilon Forest, but eventually induced the nearby kings to form the notorious "Scalp Hunters" to make the Dream Forest blood flow into rivers and tie the door of friendship between Dryads and humans;

It is even rumored that Master Mirror once directed the decline and rise of Nilfgaard, and will plan to bring down this huge empire again in the future.

But, as the good-for-nothing translates his name, the "god or devil" mirror master hasn't always been a devil. It's not that no one can live a peaceful life and spend their old age peacefully after dealing with the mirror master, provided that you abide by his rules and restrain your greed; and those who play tricks will see the real devil and become the devil in the sky at this moment. A member of the soul choir.

In the original book, Master Mirror will hire the player as his agent to solve the "bad debt" that does not abide by the trading rules for himself. If the protagonist has not found the lost Ciri at this time, he will teach the player how to get along with Ciri, and then help the player to play perfectly. Ending, avoid the worst ending of Dead Ciri and Dead Wolf.

Many people in the previous life had unreasonable guesses, thinking that Master Mirror is actually the incarnation of the player. Because of this bad image of a "fun person" with "unfathomable strength", "unfathomable personality", "must set rules for oneself", "throwing money when good is good and slaughtering people when evil is bad", it is not the same as playing with golden fingers. You guys in the cracked version of the game are really too similar.

And this mysterious figure had appeared beside Lan En long ago.

Lan felt that his "endowed" perception rotated with the movement of the mirror master, as if a lens was slowly rotating.

"It's strange why I'm here, isn't it?

You know Lane, I was surprised when I first heard that someone was looking for me. I have been in this world for so long, and this is the first time I have encountered such an interesting thing. And I'm pretty sure I've never traded with you or anyone you've dealt with before, so how do you know me? "

The mirror master walked around Lan En's immobile body while talking, like a poet reciting a poem, or like a businessman introducing his own products:

"I wanted to know the reason, so I came to you. And the first time I saw you, I had the answer - you are out of tune with the surroundings, even today, even if you try your best to cover it up, I'm trying my best to pretend, but it can't change the fact that you are not from this world, Lan, you are an outsider."

Lan En remembered that when he just crossed over, he did have a lot of behavioral and language habits and severe environmental rejection, but people around him thought it was a normal phenomenon for a young man whose family had grown up.

Even after such a long period of active integration, in some details, the way of thinking about problems, the handling of behaviors, and even the changes in eyes, Lane is still slightly different from the people around him.

And these subtle differences, to Master Mirror, an interdimensional tourist of unknown age, are like ink dots on white paper.

"At first I thought you were a guy who was summoned by a warlock to possess you, but after a closer look, it's not like that. You fit this body so perfectly, as if this body was originally yours. It’s like coming to this world with a physical body, it’s like—"

The Mirror Master whispered in Lane's ear, "—just like me."

The lute in the air flew back into the hands of the Mirror Master, who plucked the strings softly and sang in a low voice: "Special Lann, poor Lann, it's not some poor fellow who goes off on a quest and forgets to come home the way?"

As if he had become addicted to pretending to be a bard, the mirror master hummed sadly, and the demon spirits in mid-air wailed in a timely manner, which was melodious and desolate, and lasted for a long time.

For a while.

"After talking for so long, it's time to talk about business."

Master Mirror, who had finished singing the sad song, raised his reserved and careless smiling face again, and said, "I told you that I am a businessman. Businessmen are always in debt, and now I have a bad debt in my hand." Want to solve it—but because I have set some rules for myself, I can't do it myself now, I have to find a friend to help. And I just heard that you like to help others."

Master Mirror took out a contract: "I originally planned to observe by your side for a while, and when you are in trouble, I will help you. In this way, I will help you, and if you help me again, everyone's problems will be solved. .”

Having said that, Master Mirror suddenly laughed. He clapped his hands, and the contract turned into sparks and dissipated in mid-air: "But you actually invited me to a drink... a drink. I have seen a dragon sitting on a golden mountain, and I have contacted a king who controls an empire, but no one has ever been willing. Treat me to a drink. You actually shot before me, you are too cunning. So now I must abide by the rules and find a chance to return the wine to you first."

He looked at Lan En's body, which was constantly losing vitality, and said: "After all, it is written in the poem: Passing travelers are invited to drink, and sometimes they have to pay back with their lives."

After all, Master Mirror clapped his hands, and all the lights of the night gathered together.

That is not simple light, but the external manifestation of some unknown energies unknown to Lann. They come from outside the continent, from outside the elemental layer, and from outside the astral world.

All the strength Lan En's body needed was filled under the light, his skin returned to its original appearance, and the body damage caused by the mutation disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Not only that, the demon hunter trial process that had gone astray was also forcibly broken back by a big hand that cannot be questioned. All the legendary materials are combined in the most rounded way, towards the safest, most efficient, The most perfect goal ran away.

Seeing this, Master Mirror nodded in satisfaction: "You can think of this as a 'product trial'—maybe you haven't heard the word, but you can definitely understand it."

"I still have the idea of ​​looking for a deal with you. That bad debt really bothered me. When you figure out the right reward, it will be the next time we meet. You don't have to ask me anymore, wait I will come to you again when the time is right."

"Oh, that's right." The mirror master who was walking out suddenly seemed to remember something and paused, "There was a Hu Ningfu who liked to play knight games and was peeping at you before, and seemed to be scared away by me. I need to tell you Apologize."

The man showed a meaningful smile: "You are too easy to attract attention, Lann."

Master Mirror's voice fell, and at that moment, it seemed that a canvas was forcibly removed from a drawing board. The master of the mirror, the moonlight, and the ghosts all over the sky painted on that canvas all disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared before.

It seemed that the world that had been pressed the pause button was also liberated at this time.

At night, the wind blows the leaves again, and the petals falling in the air slowly fall into the dust. The insects flap their wings at a speed invisible to the naked eye and leave everyone's sight in an instant.

Jieron's sad face froze, and then that sadness turned into surprise, consternation, and surprise.

Lann, who was broken and dying because of the witcher's trial a second ago, turned back into a strong and handsome knight now.

What happened, I didn't blink?

Immediately afterwards, Geron heard a steady and powerful drumbeat coming from that body, which was the sound of a slow heart beating.

It is the sound of health, the sound of strength, and the sound of life.

Geron strode forward and looked at Lan in disbelief. He looked Lan En's body up and down, and finally confirmed that the trial of the witcher was successful.

Although it was in a way that he couldn't understand, it was indeed successful, and there was one more demon hunter from the Griffin School!

Tears welled up in Jielong's eyes, and at the same time, Lane's ears kept ringing the system's prompts like noise pollution, one after another, like the voice of singing a hymn, was overwritten by the next one, over and over again It's a headache again.

At the same time, the top of the attribute panel is flashing once, flashing twice, flashing three times like light pollution, and the various colors of red, blue, and green light up briefly and continuously:

[Name: Lane Lannister Ray Allen

Sex: Male

Race: Demon Hunter

Grade: 17

Talent: Ancient Blood (Partially Awakened)

Experience Points: 948/1500

Health: 1770/1770

Mana: 2000/2000

Item column: Cotton linen shorts

Skill column: Muscle Memory (5/5), Precise Heavy Attack (5/5), Strength Training (5/5), Immovable as a Mountain (5/5), Whirling Sword Dance (1/5), Resistance Improvement (5/5) /5), Survival Intuition, Metabolic Control, Gourmet, Griffin School Skills, Magic Sense, Poisonous Blood, Death Strike, Magic Tide

Follower column: (empty)

Mission: City Defense Iron Guard II]

"Knight? Can you hear me?"

Lan, who was looking at the panel consciously, suddenly heard a voice in his ear, which was a strange yet familiar voice. Unfamiliar because Lan couldn't match the voice with any face he knew, he had never seen the person who made the voice.

He was familiar because he had heard a lot from this person while he was in a coma. Obviously this was the person who presided over the witcher trial for him.

He had already understood his physical condition at that time, the other party mutated him purely to save himself, this person was a friend rather than an enemy. If they were both demon hunters, he would still be his teacher in terms of seniority.

At this point, Lann opened his eyes.

Compared with Geralt's amber cat's eyes, his eyes are much darker in color, yellow and not yellow, brown and not brown, as if there is dark ancient gold precipitated in them:

Like the eyes of a lion.

I admit those who say that I have fewer updates, after all, I cherish my life... But those who say that I am bad, I have to defend myself, I just wrote carefully. I have tried to write as little as possible of the daily life of the characters and some auxiliary dialogues... If I remove a lot of descriptions of rich characters and world backgrounds, I will feel that the characters in it are all puppets, how can this be said to be true? water……

If you really want to say this and want to see the truth, it is better to read the outline...

If "water" means that I am dissatisfied with repeatedly cutting perspectives and prefer a single-line narrative, then skip and watch or save it for a while, I can understand... I have actually tried not to engage in group portraits.

In addition, I have seen the previous plot in other people's books, I don't understand... You said that I am exactly the same as the original book, games and American dramas, I can understand, but you said that my content has been written by many fan fictions, I really can't understand... I wrote it myself because I didn't read any books about the witcher. There are really so many good books, can you please recommend me?

In order to keep the plot coherent, today's 10,000 words, because I was afraid of being sprayed. If there are not enough manuscripts in the future, I may ask for leave. I feel tired...

If you are not happy, don't read the book... the most important thing is to be happy...

I wish everyone stay away from baldness and do more levator ani.