Witcher's Atelier

No matter who it is, losing memory is a very cruel thing. People without a past have almost no ability to move.

Fortunately, White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia has not lost his ability to speak and judge, and he is in a friendly environment─Kaer Morhen helps him reconnect with the world.

After more than a month of treatment by Triss, although his memory has still not been restored, Geralt can be convinced from their friendly attitude that the witchers of Kaer Morhen, these people with similar cat eyes to him, are indeed from the past. Partners in life and death.

The mysterious and legendary experiences they told White Wolf could also be used as a reference for him to position himself, although he didn't have much real sense yet, as if he was listening to other people's stories.

That afternoon, Geralt, with a resolute face and his white hair slightly tied back, stood high on the tower, overlooking the outer courtyard of Kaer Morhen. Most of the training equipment was there, including pendulums, windmills, and wooden comb piles. There are also many training dummies.

The witchers and apprentices of the Wolf Faction are active here.

Lambert, who is slightly bald, is sharpening his sword with a whetstone; Eskar, who has been disfigured by scar, is sparring with Leo, who has a thick head.

According to Eskar, the apprentice he taught before, Victor, has completely grown and turned into a guy who can be brothers with the king. Therefore, we must train well this time to educate Leo into an excellent and down-to-earth demon hunter.

Although he said this, Geralt could feel that he liked the apprentice who had not returned very much, and the tone of Lambert or Vesemir when they mentioned Victor was unabashedly proud and doting.

The old demon hunter master below is standing next to him. He is only old in appearance, supervising the apprentice's movements energetically. His guidance can be heard from here, "Wrong! You made a mistake in blocking. I keep repeating this. Turn around sharply. , followed by a back-and-forth parry, almost always!”

Then Leo adjusted his stance and fought Eskar again. The scene in front of him triggered a certain feeling of familiarity in Geralt's heart... and he stepped forward and walked down.

"It's a very familiar picture, isn't it? Does it remind you of something?" The person who spoke was Triss. White Wolf was not surprised. His keen hearing had already detected her approaching from behind.

Triss. Merigold was the most beautiful person he had ever seen after waking up. She had light blue eyes, a little freckles on her face, and a beauty mark under her mouth. She had fiery red hair tied into a bun on the back of her head, and her low-cut snow-white hair set off the sapphire. The talisman is shining brightly.

After so many days together, not only was Triss beautiful in appearance, but Triss's unguarded and intimate attitude toward Geralt made him irresistibly attracted to her.

The two walked side by side to the outer court. Bai Lang answered her question, "Not too much. Looking down, I can see that they are moving...turning sharply...blocking...cutting...slashing. Similar cat eyes, as well as their friendly expressions." Attitude, I knew I belonged with them.”

The sorceress smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to continue. These cognitive improvements were gratifying.

"Also...when I see you, I feel an indescribable sense of familiarity. I know you are very important to me."

Suddenly hearing the white-haired witcher say this, Triss was shocked and stopped happily, "Geralt, you...I...let's go there..."

While they were talking, jackdaws suddenly started to appear outside the castle. Lambert, who noticed this situation, unconsciously looked towards the open outer castle door.

A subtle sense of danger flashed through his mind.

Throwing away the whetstone, he held the sword and walked slowly.

Carefully pass through the doorway and come to the suspension bridge.

There, he saw several armed men who seemed to have evil intentions at first sight.

The leader saw Lambert and said, "Wait for the others, he is alone. The professor promised us that each freak's head can be exchanged for fifty orens!"

The slightly bald witcher was very happy to find that although these opponents were fully armed and held various hammers and swords, none of them had crossbows on their waists. It was a great blessing among misfortunes.

Then several attackers who couldn't restrain themselves suddenly rushed over. Lambert immediately knocked one of them away with his Alder sign, slashed one with his steel sword from bottom to top, and kicked the third off the suspension bridge with a roundhouse kick.

Then facing the surging enemies, he quickly retreated and shouted: "Vesemir, someone is coming to attack!"

After experiencing the last massacre in Kaer Morhen, Vesemir never forgot the tragedy of that year, so when he heard Lambert's cry and realized what happened, he immediately ran to the city gate and lowered the gate at the right time.

Hearing the same shouts, Geralt and Triss stopped talking and rushed to the outer court. They happened to see the attackers being cut into two groups by the fallen solid gate. The number of enemies in the front group that rushed into the outer court was only Eight people, there are six witchers present, and with the assistance of the sorceress, six versus eight is not a difficult number.

Striding forward, he pulled out the practice sword from the dummy. Geralt waved the sword flower casually, confirmed the weight and center of gravity, and then joined the battle circle.

He himself didn't notice anything was wrong, but onlookers clearly recognized that White Wolf's movements were both gorgeous, fast and practical. It was his swordsmanship style called "Pirouette", and his body memory had obviously not forgotten it.

With a smooth dance and pirouette, he deflected the sword from the attacker's hand, and then decapitated him.

After killing two people in a row, all the intruders trapped in the outer courtyard were wiped out. Geralt noticed that he was not feeling any discomfort, his breathing was steady and his mood was calm.

Across the city gate, the sounds of crashes and shouts of killing could be heard faintly.

"Geralt, what do you think?" Vesemir asked.

Looking back at the sword-fighting feeling just now, he nodded to the demon hunter master, "It couldn't be better."

Vesemir then asked: "Does anyone here know the identity of the intruder?"

Triss: "Ordinary robbers will never attack Kaer Morhen, they can't even find the place."

"Of course we know about this! Merigold, can you tell us something we don't know, or why don't you try magic divination?" The slightly bald witcher said in a strange tone.

The sorceress said back angrily, "Asshole! You'll see it soon, Lambert."

Seeing that the two of them were beginning to quarrel again, Vesemir interrupted in time, "That's enough. We must confirm other possible invasion passages and go to the atrium above."

The group of them quickly approached the atrium. At this moment, they suddenly heard a violent collision from the outer city gate.

Geralt: "Are they trying to break in?"

"It's useless for them to try again without crashing into the wooden stakes. There's no way they can... Damn it, what kind of monster is that!" Leo couldn't help but asked in surprise.

Everyone could clearly see from a high position that the city gate was blasted open. The monster that broke in was huge. It was on all fours, its head was in a triangular shape and it could rotate freely. Its compound eyes protruded, and its long tentacles were filamentous, composed of multiple segments, and were slender and strong. The forelimbs are like sharp scythes, and they can easily cut the training dummy into three pieces by swinging it casually.

Master Vesemir replied, "The troll mantis is a very ferocious beast."

Behind this giant ferocious beast, there is a mage controlling it. His face is covered with a mask, but the exposed bald head is covered with lupus, and the characteristics are very obvious.

Triss instantly recognized this dangerous person, "Safra! I know him, a crazy and ambitious mage."

As the city gates burst open, a large number of attackers rushed into Kaer Morhen. Safra looked up at the witcher and sorceress, raised her hand in a throat-cutting gesture, and then used magic to drive the troll mantis forward to attack.

"They are coming. Get back quickly," Eskar said.

But at this moment, there was a loud "Bang!" and the gate leading to the atrium suddenly fell. Geralt saw from a distance that more than ten intruders had entered the atrium. They lowered the iron gate and pulled the witcher away. The group of people were shut in between the atrium and the outer court.

The leader was a mercenary wearing dark round glasses. He showed a cruel smile and waved hello to the witchers. Then he turned and walked towards the castle. He was accompanied by a Serikanian. With her dark skin, body tattoos and piercings, she is unmistakable.

"Oops! There are actually more people. We are locked out now and will be attacked from both sides." When encountering this kind of scene for the first time, Leo was a little at a loss.

Triss spoke quickly: "The man wearing glasses is a professor, a professional murderer, and the Serikanian next to him, I feel strong magic, that is a warlock."

"I have heard about this 'Professor'. He is wanted in Redania, Temeria, and Kaedwen. He is a true scum." Eskar added.

Lambert: "Don't worry about the guys inside, focus on the danger outside. Merigold, I want to know if you can dispel Safra's magic and free the troll mantis. The other witchers will take care of it." ”

"I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee it." Triss said as she checked the spellcasting materials. The battle started too suddenly, and she lacked the medium for powerful magic at hand.

At this critical moment, Demon Hunter Master Vesemir remained calm and calmly formulated an action plan, "The troll mantis is very dangerous, but it is afraid of loud noises. Ringing the copper bell in the atrium can effectively interfere with its actions. .

We must find a way to open the iron gate. Eskar, Lambert, you and I block the troll mantis and bandits. Leo follows us to protect Triss from casting spells.

Geralt! You climb into the tower along the wall. There is a passage over there to the winch to help us open the gate to the atrium. "

"Let me go alone?" Geralt had some doubts. He still didn't believe in his own strength.

Vesemir: "They are just bandits. Although one of them may be more notorious, no one can stop you. You must open the floodgates. We are all waiting for you here. Good luck to you, White Wolf!"

When the master witcher said "white wolf", Geralt suddenly felt a strange yet familiar feeling, as if he had encountered crises countless times and heard about the white wolf countless times, but he never let his partners down.

──He suddenly felt that he could do it.

Geralt didn't say anything else, and quickly climbed up the steep wall. Just as he jumped into the tower, five or six bandits were already shouting and charging towards him.

Holding the steel sword in his hand, the witcher took a deep breath.

"Pirouette", the name comes from dance, its original meaning is flexible rotation, and it is also the essence of White Wolf swordsmanship.

The steel sword danced lightly on his wrist, and with the special steps, he turned lightly and fatally, adding all the strength of his body and the inertia of rotation to the weapon in his hand.

There was a sound in the sky, blood rained all over the sky, and the bandits were slashed and killed continuously. During the battle, he found that his sword handling skills were becoming more and more proficient, the surrounding environment was becoming more and more familiar, and fragments of his past life were looming.

Fighting and walking, when he finally ran up the stairs, the stone steps suddenly collapsed and blocked the bandits' pursuit. He successfully jumped over the collapsed part, but the bandits who were chasing him were not so lucky. They fell and suffered a bloody head. flow.

Geralt, who arrived at the capstan in time, opened the city gate. His companions who had fought hard in the front yard quickly retreated to the courtyard. Triss, who was left behind, cast a magic spell to knock down the city gate and completely seal the gap.

Finally, they got a short respite.

Lambert excitedly hugged the white-haired witcher, "Oh my God! Geralt, you are not dead. It's a miracle that you are still alive!"

"I almost fell to death... You should have told me that the steps were about to collapse." Geralt was a little uncomfortable with the hug of the slightly bald witcher, but he did not struggle.

Vesemir: "Lambert, Eskar, you should have repaired the stone steps a few days ago."

"Please, we are not stonemasons, and if we had repaired them, we would not have been able to stop the bandits just now." Lambert said.

Hearing this accusation of cause and effect, several witchers, including apprentices, laughed at the same time.

Triss couldn't understand their jokes, and interrupted the relaxed atmosphere directly, "It's not time to relax yet. The professor and another wizard are still hiding in the fortress. I can probably guess their purpose. Face the facts! Witcher, they are here to rob you!"

Vesemir spread his hands, "Triss, child, we don't have anything valuable, just a few good weapons, snow fox skin, bear skin?"

"I mean the alchemy laboratory. You know, someone wants your mutagen. I admit that I was also curious."

Lambert directly retorted: "You jump to this conclusion too quickly!"

Eskal, "But Triss is probably right. Snow fox skin or bear skin is not worth sending out two wizards. Only the potion formula has such value!"

Geralt was silent. He was immersed in the fragments of memory.

Others looked at the master of witcher at the same time, waiting for his decision.

"Deal with one thing at a time. We can't expose the weakness behind to a powerful wizard who leads a giant mantis. His name is Safra?" Vesemir said seriously.

Triss: "Yes, but we can't let the bandits enter the laboratory like this!"

"You are right, child." The demon hunter master agreed with the sorceress's statement, "The others will stay in the courtyard to fight. With the help of the bronze bell, the troll mantis is not that dangerous. Geralt, you are better at dealing with mages. Go and see what this mage wants. Leo will lead the way for you."

"Just reconnaissance?" This time Geralt did not hesitate, just confirmed.

"No one will feel sad for the loss of several of their lives! You decide for yourself, White Wolf, remember to take care of Leo!"

"I can take care of myself!" Leo said loudly.

Geralt's expression was calm: "We will observe the situation inside and come back soon, don't worry."

Vesemir took out three potions and handed them to Geralt, "This is thunder. Drinking it will make your body tense, adrenaline will flow, and it can strengthen your strength."

"Are there any side effects?" asked the white-haired witcher.

"Almost nothing. This is Victor's improved version. Next is the Tawny Owl, which increases the speed of energy recovery. Drink these two bottles now. The last bottle is the Swallow Potion for when you are injured. Note that these are for witchers only, Leo can't drink them. We will be here to make sure no one else rushes in."

Vesemir quickly finished his instructions and noticed that the sorceress was eager to follow into the fortress. The witcher stopped her, "Triss, you stay and help us, in case Safra comes up with any new ideas."

Unable to follow, Triss stepped forward to hug the white-haired witcher, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Geralt, please! Be careful of that Zerecanian wizard, he gives me a very dangerous feeling!"

"Be careful, professor! I heard that he is an expert and has ended seventeen lives," Eskar gently warned from the side, "I know you are good at fighting wizards and bandits, but it's better to be careful. And Leo, don't forget how I taught you!"

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