Witcher's Atelier

In the brightly lit room, there are only a few dim glass screens on the wall that are still monitoring the entire mansion.

Hearing Victor's announcement of death and looking up at the knife marks and golden hair on his face, Albert's face turned blue and red, and finally turned pale with the blood faded.

Standing up slowly, the mage said to the young man who walked into the room: "I... must thank you, Victor. If it weren't for the humiliation you just said to me, I almost ran away. Only a little... I will lose my honor as a mage and choose to run away with my tail between my legs in front of you, a despicable witcher!"

He twisted his neck, "But now, there will be no accidents, there will be no accidents in front of my magic! Magic is above, I will make your death miserable, I promise-"

"Crack!" When Albert was speaking, Victor approached to a suitable position as if nothing had happened. Then before the mage finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward, and the steel sword cut through the air and passed from bottom to top.

"Bang!" Unfortunately, it was only the mirror body that was hit. Albert's body was like glass, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground.

Having seen this trick on "Eunuch Habin", Victor calmly turned around and looked around. Sure enough, the mage was standing not far away, with his hand on a spot on the wall.

He had a sarcastic smile on his face, "Tell me, apprentice, who gave you the courage to swing your sword at me?"

Blinking his eyes, the boy said nothing. There seemed to be a standard answer to this question, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.

Then the mage's movement of triggering the machine was almost synchronized with the boy's forward slash.

So just when he was about to kill Albert, a huge black shadow rushed from the side. It had overwhelming strength, matching agility, and excellent movement coordination.

A heavy punch hit the leather armor, knocking Victor away and Gu Lulu rolled to the ground.

Wu Yan stood up, and the young man shook his numb arms. The shadow that saved the mage was indeed "Bowman". Although he had expected it, it was still a pity to meet him.

The village chief's smile is no longer honest, his complexion is pale and stiff, but his body and limbs have become stronger.

In the world of Resident Evil, known as the time traveler of flowing water and the iron-clad "tyrant", the young man can only lament how lucky he is to be able to enjoy a cross-border experience in the world of demon hunting.

"You should be proud!" Albert raised his chin and cast a spell to recall the Apocalypse that fell to the ground. "To be honest, when you solved Lika just now and came to the door, I really felt Full of fear, if you had not looked down on me and said insulting words, I would not have made up my mind to face you.

Didn’t you say that even Meritelli couldn’t protect me? come! Now I'm just standing here, why don't you come over and kill me? "

After hearing what the mage said, Victor wanted to complain and respond. The problem was that he had to start rolling, because Mr. Bowerman had no consciousness that the bosses were talking and the minions were standing by.

The mace he kept swinging was fast and heavy. If he was hit with it, his mobility would decrease. If he was hit with it a few times, he would fly up to the sky. Victor could only dodge with all his strength.

For the boy, compared to the similar type of Ice Giant, the Tyrant's attack is certainly not comparable in terms of power, but its faster speed and moderate size make it even harder to deal with.

Albert did not participate in the battle and put away the fifth volume of Revelation. He concentrated on observing the battle between Victor and Bowerman.

The Tyrant is not shown to Aza and the Professor, the mage's secret ace in the hole, retaining a small amount of intelligence so that it can distinguish between friend and foe without the need to install additional implants.

In the battle situation on the field, the tyrant had the upper hand. The witcher apprentice who was constantly rolling around could only make a desperate struggle by throwing a few flying knives at Albert, which was then easily blocked by the protective "magic armor". .

The mage was satisfied with the observed results. One-on-one battles were so successful, let alone the effectiveness that a large number of such warriors would have on the battlefield in the future.

The feeling of being in control made Albert proud: "Hey! Sure enough, through mutation directly, the evolved warrior is the future. Bowerman, who has not received any martial arts training, can force you to do it just by relying on his talent and giant weapons. When there is no way to fight back, the era of witchers is over!”

After boasting about it, the mage began to imagine, and after killing his apprentice, he went to the south and relied on this craft to advance to the ranks and serve the Emperor of Nilfgaard, and the rewards he could get.

He caught a glimpse of Victor's sudden movement towards him, but he didn't care. Not to mention continuing to maintain this route, the young man had to receive a blow from the mace first, and the magic armor that protected him was enough to ensure that ordinary swords would not be broken. Defend.

There is a world of difference between a mage and a witcher, and an apprentice is even less worthy of mentioning.

This idea brought disaster to Mage Albert. He watched Victor twist his body to dodge the mace without a moment's notice, and then threw a round at him and Bowerman at close range. ball.

bomb! ?

Unexpectedly, Victor would actually carry this kind of weapon with him, so Albert had to do his best to consolidate the magic armor, and then thunder exploded in his ears.

"Boom!" In the vast smoke and dust, the mage did not feel any obvious impact, but the magic armor was melting. He panicked and tried to open the portal, but the magic did not respond to his call.

Due to various phenomena, Albert thought of a possibility that made him tremble with fear..."anti-magic metal bomb"! ?

And Victor was standing in front of him, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and his smile made him feel cold in his heart.

He hoped that the tyrant would come and stop him, so that he might still have a chance to escape, but out of the corner of his eye, Bowerman fell to his knees, and his upper body that was leaning back was blown beyond recognition.

This is the end of the first generation of tyrants. Perhaps its attacks are more threatening than the ice giants, but it is decisively different from the giants, that is, it does not wear armor, let alone ice armor, so in front of the honeycomb, Bowerman Vulnerable.

Countless witch hunters have never mutated to become invulnerable over hundreds of years, nor have they ever been reborn after losing limbs. A tyrant who is not infected with the T-Virus has no soul, is strong and powerful, but will die in an explosion.

The next step was like an eagle catching a chicken, Albert's resistance was meaningless, Victor suppressed the mage to the ground with twists and turns, and then took out the anti-magic metal shackles and cuffed him.

The cold clamp of the anti-magic metal interfered with the flow of magic in the mage's body, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn bastard, let me go, do you know what you are doing? You actually dare to use anti-magic metal bombs and use these shackles against a mage. You will become the public enemy of the mages─Ah!!!"

The furious Albert interrupted his curse and let out a sharp scream, because Victor's dagger directly pierced his palm and nailed it deeply to the floor.

"Sir, times have changed!" Victor said calmly, "Don't say useless things, you are going to die, and even Meritelli can't save you. But before you die, I have some questions, and I hope you can answer them for me."

Albert was sweating profusely in pain and gasping for air, but he still yelled hard: "You son of a bitch, unless you promise to let me go, you can never expect me to answer any of your questions. Swear with dignity!”

"Haha!" Victor chuckled, "It doesn't matter, we have a lot of time to communicate slowly before dawn. There are many kinds of death. Your death can be quick and painless, or it can be very slow and painful!"

Reaching out to hold the dagger, the boy gently turned the hilt, "When I was a guest of the Black* Gang in Novigrad, I was deeply touched by many scenes. I will share them with you now. Never overestimate your endurance, especially Dignity and so on... Trust me, you will soon tell me everything I want to know, just ask me to give you death. "

…

Some time passed, when the dagger penetrated the forehead from the back of the head, Albert's face was distorted, and then Yan Yi froze and fell to the ground.

Sitting on the sofa, Victor felt strange, because nothing strange happened when he killed that bastard, Corleone did not appear, and his spirit was calm and peaceful. The brothers who had promised to meet again, what about the grand reunion?

He sat and thought with doubts, and after a moment Victor suddenly laughed out loud. He was overthinking it. A perfect combination should be moisturizing and silent. Corleone never disappears, so it doesn't matter how he appears.

After figuring out the unnecessary confusion, Victor began to clean up the place. There are always some treasures that can be looted in the mage's house.

Albert's mansion does store a lot of goods and alchemy materials, especially the materials, which can be called a bumper harvest. If you think about what experiments he is doing, you will know what he mainly hoards.

Apart from the tangible gains, the intangibles are the focus. Sure enough, after getting rid of the smash, Corleone's spirit has improved a lot. The most significant difference is that he can listen to the "voice of alchemy" in the future.

The function is that the boy can listen to the sounds of the items he made himself, which will make it possible to reuse and upgrade the void properties. In addition, each alchemy result can now have three additional properties.

Looking around the alchemy laboratory, every cage was stained with blood. I don’t know how many people had died here.

After recovering all the five lost volumes of conjectures from Albert, Victor did not rule out the possibility that the transcripts would be leaked or the contents would be memorized. He could recite Azulie's experimental records in full, and so could others. So the young man will continue to struggle until the knowledge that should not appear returns to dust.

This matter required strong strength, so after discovering that the large cauldron in the center of the laboratory contained more than half a tank of liquid medicine, which were all semi-finished products of herbal medicines, a decision was made in my mind.

Using all of the "Green Grass Trial Conjecture" as fire, he piled up the wood and ignited it with a flaming strike. Then, facing the gradually heating cauldron, he took a deep breath and inserted the stirring rod.

He conveyed his anger about human experimentation and the joy of his first killing into the cauldron through the stirring rod tightly held in his hand. This was a sincere alchemy. Victor wanted to refine a perfect green grass for himself. Potion.

He had a premonition that after this alchemy was over, he would no longer be an apprentice, but a mature and incredible alchemist.

Although it seemed easy to eradicate the mage today, there were quite a few psychological tricks used in the process, and the most important thing was that Albert was an arrogant idiot!

What if the scumbag you want to kill next time is not an idiot?

I, Corleone, need more power! I will slit their throats with my sword, and I will make the best herbal medicine!

My grandmother once said, “When you really want something, the whole world will unite to help you!”

This time in the alchemy, with the cauldron as the center, the incredible wheel of truth suddenly opened, rapidly extended and expanded, radiating outward in circles, and the patterns were not just flat, but also spread upwards.

When the cylinder completely covers the hill where the mansion is located, the beam of light reaches the sky and the earth, surrounded by magical words. If you get closer, you can even hear fairy music coming from inside.

The villagers of Zapopan were startled and ran out to witness this rare spectacle, but unfortunately no one could enter the light column.

In the depths of the core of the light column, the boy's hands were still stirring mechanically, but his eyes were dull. He was in a strange psychological state, which could perhaps be classified as self-hypnosis.

…

In a desolate snowfield, the biting north wind was howling, and everything was frozen and annihilated.

Victor didn't know why he was here, but he knew he had to go north, so he started to move forward!

As he walked, his hands and feet were frozen and cracked, and blood dripped from the scars, but he had no intention of stopping. His intuition told him that he couldn't miss this opportunity. This might be a once-in-a-lifetime pilgrimage for seekers!

So he walked and walked.

He didn't know how long he walked, and then suddenly, he knew his purpose and why he was here.

Because the wonderful landscape in the middle of the snowfield must have been set up by that guy, and philosophically speaking, it was also set up by himself. The creation that appeared in front of him has a formal name called "Frozen Throne".

An unscientific ice tower, a frost and snow passage surrounding the tower, with ice teeth interlaced around, winding up, and layers of shackles interlaced on the top, which is the eternally frozen ice of ten thousand years. Victor knew that Corleone was waiting in the ice.

He sang softly: "When Victor crossed the ice, the throne was raised in front of Corleone, and the frozen throne welcomed its true master."

Facing the cold wind, the boy walked into the passage, the biting cold air rushed from his spine to the back of his head, and the low voice echoed along the way.

"Power is not worth fearing, what should be feared is the person who holds the power!"

--As expected of you, the meaningless middle school lines!

"I am the Ice Heart of the Scourge Legion!"

--Okay, okay, I will notify you first when I build the legion.

"My brother, the day you come, the whole forest of Kaer Morhen will whisper your name--Victor!"

--No, don't make it up, okay?

Aside from the low temperature setting and the awkward whispers, the scenery during the whole process was still very exciting, so Victor quickly reached the top of the Frozen Throne.

Before him, the ice prison that had been frozen for thousands of years was imprisoning a shadow. Victor did not hesitate, drew out the Flame Strike, and plunged it deeply into the ice.

The flames burned, "bang!" The ice prison shattered, the shadow disappeared, and a gargoyle mask fell out of it.

Then they divided the work.

Victor picked up the mask, and Corleone sat on the throne.

Closed his eyes at the same time.

Put on the mask.

"Now, we are one!"

Victor Corleone opened his eyes.