Witcher's Atelier

Red-haired Lev hated mermaids very much. His hatred for monsters like mermaids was well-known among his companions.

The reason why he hated them was not only because they caused many scratches on his body, but also because every time they attacked, their upper bodies swayed in front of Lev, which aroused some impulse in him, making him feel disgusted.

So at the moment of being besieged, he acted extremely angry and brave, but he also neglected the sneak attack from behind. Two mermaids, one on the left and one on the right, hooked his arms and lifted him up to the sky. He seemed to have seen his end, which was to be thrown to death.

Fortunately, "Swish!" A bow and arrow shot the monster that grabbed his right hand. Lev immediately stabbed the steel sword in his hand to the left, and he fell from mid-air. Although it was still painful, at least he was not seriously injured.

"Thank you, Furen!" Lev shouted.

He got up and was about to continue fighting, but from the distant sky came "Vos-Loda!" The dragon roar was like thunder and shook his heart.

It has been a while since King Bran recognized the title of Duvakin. The legend of "Unrelenting Power" killing the Siren has also spread widely. Especially those who have witnessed the end of champion Olaf in the Fist of Fury Arena will never forget the roar that penetrated the soul.

So Avello swung his sword to kill a mermaid and shouted: "Brothers, cheer up, the Dragonborn will come to support us soon!"

"Did you not eat? Show the backbone of Skellige, Duvakin must be fighting too, don't let him see us embarrassed!" Lev also roared.

Foren smiled and continued to shoot arrows.

But not long after, the painful howl of some monster suddenly came from the mountain, and then the Siren began to get restless and flew in the direction of the howl.

Jumping out of the bunker, when Foren rushed to Hjalmar, Dov had already calmed down. It was not the bloody corpses on the ground, and the peaceful village made people feel unreal.

"Just now, the second monster wailed, could it be calling for the Siren's support?" Foren asked.

The commander of the giant expedition had a deep look in his eyes, "It's very likely that Duwakin is fighting the ice giant."

Red-haired Lev interrupted from the side, "Then what are we waiting for? Look at the direction of Todaro Qu Foundry, let's go along the plank road to support!"

"Wait... I'm afraid that when we arrive, the Dragonborn will have fallen, and we will be tired from the journey, and we will be annihilated by the giants and the sirens together." Avello spoke to stop him.

Fron of Tuerxiqu angrily accused, "You are the one who said that Duwakin is very powerful and there is no problem. Now you are the one who is worried about his fall. Aren't you too fickle!?"

"I made a calm judgment based on the situation. No matter how powerful he is, he must be besieged by so many monsters... Besides, he is not a Skellige after all..." As he said, Avello's voice became smaller and smaller.

Waving his hand to stop his own people from arguing, Halma made the final decision, "I will go to Todaro Foundry. Listen, Victor Corleone is the younger brother of Princess Ciri of Cintra, and also my brother. I will not watch him being besieged without making any efforts. I am willing to live and die with him, just like a real Skellige!"

...

Biting open the cork, Victor drank up the Dragon's Roar potion. He could guess that the giant's wailing might be calling for support, so he had to seize the time now.

He quickly jumped to the passage leading to the mine from the foundry, took a deep breath and roared, letting the sound spread through the tunnel and spread to every corner in the distance.

Then the boy turned around and stared at the ice giant. The Sword of Dawn was still inserted on its shoulder, but the blood on its face had been wiped clean.

Unable to find Viji covered by rubble, it stared at Victor with wide eyes, as if it wanted to bite off his flesh piece by piece. Well, the word "like" can be deleted.

Viji's fatal blow was the biggest trauma the giant had ever suffered since waking up from hibernation. Most of the attacks it had suffered in the past did not break its defense at all, and the few more effective blunt attacks only made it feel a shock.

Such an explosive pain was a brand new experience that it had never experienced before, so it called for support loudly and no longer waved its weapon impatiently. The food in front of it was a mouse that was very good at escaping, and it would be bad if it was scared away.

He must be the best main dish on his table tonight, and watch how he gnawed off his limbs while alive! When the female sea monsters fly over, he can't escape the net no matter how well he dodges!

The boy was also waiting for reinforcements to arrive. It was just right for the giant not to swing the chain anchor, so he seized the opportunity to warm up his physical strength, so with a wonderful tacit understanding, the two of them confronted each other for a long time.

Until the faint sound of running and a faint stench came from the mine behind him, the boy blew a whistle, stroked his temples with both hands, inserted his ten fingers to pull all his hair back, and made a big back hair.

Suddenly, I thought, I wonder if the wild girl has awakened any potential?

At least he has, he suddenly kicked the ground with his left foot - he rushed straight towards the ice giant like an arrow - followed by five wolf-like "scavenger demons", they were very hungry, and the delicious food was right in front of them.

The boy's sudden rush confused the ice giant, but he was not afraid. The monster raised the chain anchor high, saw that Victor was going to rush to his "left side", and when he got close, he swung it down heavily, like whack-a-mole!

Hit and die!!!

But at the moment when the anchor hit, the boy turned sideways and avoided the fatal blow. This 180-degree turn and change of direction - the "Marseille slalom"!

Then his coordinated limbs were like running water brushing against a rock, almost without any deceleration, and passed under the monster's right armpit.

If the eunuch Habin saw this scene, he would definitely be horrified, because the dangerous confidence and determination are exactly the same as the crazy shape-shifting monster Jean.

Passing by the ice giant, Victor left the dancing heart and the honeycomb behind, between it and the five rot demons.

Chain-lock-explode! ! !

Thunderclaps! The sound of the explosion at close range was almost comparable to a dragon's roar. Fortunately, the giant's burly body blocked it, like a screen, blocking all the explosion power and corrosive poisonous blood from the young man.

"Clang!" The chain anchor slammed to the ground again, and this time, the giant's screams were as loud as heaven and earth!

The upper body was corroded beyond recognition, and it was screaming and wailing wildly and smashing it everywhere, but it could not change the fact that the sputtering venom had blinded and deafened it.

Each rot demon can be said to be a small bomb, and its corrosive venom is so poisonous that even witchers cannot withstand it. If it is detonated in the right way, this ancient and powerful monster will eventually be unable to withstand the changes of the times.

Watching the trapped beast struggle in vain, its arm waving the anchor seems to never stop.

"Zheng!" The flame strike was unsheathed, and the sword was covered with flames.

Seeing the opening, Victor flew up, stepped on the ice giant's swaying shoulders with his feet, and thrust the tip of his sword downwards--passing through his head.

"Woo... roar... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!" The monster's frantic struggle threw the boy away. He turned over gorgeously in the air and landed smoothly.

With a flaming strike on its head, the giant looked like a large-sized Teletubbies. It staggered and struggled for a while... and finally "Boom!" it fell to the sky and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Lying on the ground, its burly body was still full of intimidation, and its slightly twitching hands and feet seemed unwilling to give in. However, life was passing by anyway, and the thick dust under its body was gradually soaked with blood, becoming moist and black.

Victor stood in front of the monster without saying a word. He wanted to watch the monster die with his own eyes and ensure that it went to another world.

Until its throat emitted a hissing sound, like an empty funnel, announcing that the giant's life had come to an end.

He clenched his fists, "It's really...successful..."

From the prompt given by Weiji, a flash of inspiration in his mind, to the summoning of the Rotting Demon, to the silent confrontation with the giant, and even the final "charge to the death", this was an adventure completely unlike what he would do.

Covering his face with his hands, the huge pressure was released, and the young man could no longer contain his surging joy.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

He laughed excitedly and joyfully, and laughed wildly with success. This moment undoubtedly belonged to the winner, and only the winner could laugh like this.

Unfortunately, the laughter did not last long. After about the length of Yagami Temple, he had to temporarily stop, because the shadows whizzing past the sky were the female sirens who came to support.

Looking up at the sky, the silver sword was unsheathed, and the "mixed animal oil" was rolling and sticky. Victor drank the dragon's roar potion and took a deep breath.

…

On the mountain plank road, the last thirty or so warriors of the Giant Crusade Group finally arrived not far from Toda Luoqu Foundry after more than an hour of forced march.

"Fu─Si─LuoDa──!"

Another dragon roar flew through the air, which made the red-haired Lev look excited, "Look! We have all arrived at such a close distance, and Duwa Kein is still fighting. Victor is really powerful!"

"Indeed! I feel ashamed for my previous remarks. You are right, Halma. If the Dragonborn dies because we did not come to support, we are not much different from despicable traitors." Aveiro said sincerely. said.

Halma, who was walking at the front, did not respond to Aveiro, but only quickened his pace. When he heard this dragon roar, not only did he not relax, but his expression became more serious.

Because he remembered that during the Fist of Wrath and Victor's battle with Olaf, Swanee once said that the dragon's roar may have a number of times or other restrictions.

In the past hour or so, I heard "Unremitting Strength" at least four or five times on the road. If using the dragon roar really requires paying a price, Halma was worried that the boy was burning his life fighting. Thinking of this, he seemed to be able to see the boy in front of him. Covered in blood and scarred.

"Look! The female siren has escaped... the female siren has escaped!" Suddenly, Folan's cry came to his ears. As a sharpshooter, he had the best eyesight. He was the first to notice that the monsters stopped besieging the foundry and flew away. retreat.

Everyone looked up, and sure enough, the black shadow of the mermaid in the sky was disappearing, and the roar was no longer sharp and harsh.

The warriors who looked at each other knew that this meant that the Dragonborn was dead or had won the final victory!

Of course people hope it is the latter, but... is this really possible! ?

Those are the terrifying ice giants and the overwhelming female sirens!

…

In the Todaluoqu Foundry──

After pushing aside another piece of broken wood and moving away a few pieces of rubble, Victor, whose whole body was stained red with blood, finally found the buried Weggie.

Seeing the sunken appearance of the breastplate, the young man opened his mask and smiled knowingly, "Madefak! You damn bastard is indeed alive." A jar of healing potion was poured into his mouth.

Plate armor is indeed the pinnacle of defense in the cold weapon age. It is a large steel plate forged into a curved dome, with chain mail and cotton wool inside. Weggie, who took a punch from the giant, was only slightly injured and fell into a coma.

The scoundrel can survive because Todaloqu's craftsmanship is indeed well-deserved, and the enchantment-defensive enhancement he made naturally also plays an important role.

Summoning his last remaining strength, the young man dragged the rogue out of the ruins, returned to the hall, and then collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

In the past hour or so, perhaps because of the death of its owner, the ice giant, the domesticated monster showed no fear of death.

After going through a bloody battle and finally slaying the female siren, Victor felt a sense of emptiness at this moment, even though he had always been physically strong, and wanted to lie down and fall asleep.

Unfortunately, there were heavy footsteps not far away, which made him stand up reflexively. The young man held an ax in one hand and a silver sword in the other. He lamented that the house leaked because of the continuous rain, "Is it possible that the ice troll is also coming to join in the fun!?"

…

When they stepped into the foundry, the Giant Crusade Group would never forget the oil painting that came into view on this day and at this moment.

Under the winter sun, Duwak was holding a sword and axe, and his whole body was covered in bloody red. His face was almost black, and his face was almost unrecognizable, except for his shining eyes.

Their target, the terrifying ice giant, fell not far away, with a steel sword nailed to its ugly head and shoulders. Although it was obvious that he was dead at first glance, his mountainous body still made people tremble.

The female sirens who were killed and scattered all around showed the might of the Dragonborn. I am afraid that the fierce battle between Duvacin and the ice giant took so long because of the attacks of the monsters in the sky. Come and kill them all!

Destiny is his! Legendary hero! Heroes of Earth!

Aveiro was stunned, wondering where the clicking sound came from, and suddenly realized that his teeth were chattering.

The red-haired Lev screamed and wanted to speak, but his throat was tight and he couldn't speak.

Even though he had had a premonition, Fulun was still moved by the oil painting in front of him, and two lines of hot tears fell down...

Finally, there is the commander-in-chief of the Giant Crusade Regiment. Halma's loud command woke up everyone who was almost petrified, "Everyone is here! Salute to Duwa Kein!!!"

After the order was given, all members of the expedition team, led by the eldest son of the Kuite family, deeply touched their chests and bowed to the last dragonborn. The great giant killer. Victor. Corleone with the highest respect.

"Victor! I swear, I will personally watch the bard write poems for you and sing about your achievements!" Looking up, Halma said emotionally.

And the focus of everyone's attention. Giant Killer Victor responded softly with a cold demeanor.

Because the voice was very low, only Halma, who was standing at the front, could barely hear clearly, "Tamad... was almost scared to death by you bastards..."

After saying that, he threw himself forward. Fortunately, Halma reacted quickly and took the boy into his arms in time.

…

"Duwaqin, Duwaqin

Save Udvik and never let evil return again

At the sound of his triumphant roar, the most ferocious giants fell at his feet!

Dragonborn! We pray for your blessings”

——"The Return of the Dragonborn." The Immortal Poems of Udvik Island

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