Witcher's Atelier

The next morning, it was raining. Victor left his residence early and went to the trade zone to purchase supplies. Then he caught the first boat in the morning, crossed the lake to the Swamp Village, and left the "dangerous Vizima".

During his absence in the future, he left a message to Angouleme for necessary instructions. He originally planned to let her serve as the guardian of his Green Grass Trial, but unfortunately the plan could not keep up with the changes. In a city on the verge of an outbreak, it was more important for her to guard her senior sister Shani.

The boat reached the shore and led the horse off the boat.

"Sir, please have mercy on me...", a female elf shrank and approached to beg. Victor noticed that she was holding a child in her arms.

He took out ten orens and handed them to her. The boy got on the horse and headed south at a steady speed. It was not impossible to give more, but she could not keep it.

...

Entering the woods, Victor took out a covered wagon full of supplies from the herbal bag and put it on the horse, then led the wagon to find Toruweil and fulfilled his promise to his friend.

To avoid being hunted by mercenaries, the herbal camp has now moved to a nearby cave. They live frugally and sleep on dirty animal skins. The elves cheered with joy when they received the various supplies he brought.

"Thank you! Wick, I didn't expect you to be able to transport a truckload of food. I heard that the city has begun to control the export of materials. It must have taken you a lot of effort to get these things out." Holding the boy's hand, Toruweier smiled with relief.

The two of them stood not far from the cave and talked. The raindrops kept falling, small and even, soaking people all over.

He patted the back of the female elf's hand, "It's nothing. This kind of thing is within my ability. I'm glad to help you."

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her gorgeous tattooed eyebrows, "Don't frown so beautifully. Now that you have obtained supplies, leave as soon as possible. You don't need to be involved in this storm!"

Turuweier smiled, "Well, I will. Are you in a hurry to go somewhere else now? Do you want to go to the cave, dry your body and warm up before leaving?" When she talked about warming up, the corners of her mouth curved with a smile.

The boy blinked, "You are so considerate! But I really have other things to do today, and I still have a long way to ride."

"Really? Then may the wind guide your way and keep you safe!" Toruweier hugged Victor closely and kissed his cheek on tiptoe.

...

Horse hooves, in fact, the question just now was hidden. The female elf meant that if Victor was not in a hurry, he could have a good rest there.

As for what will happen during the rest time, whether it is a single fight or a multiplayer sport, after he chooses to leave, the answer will never be known!

At any other time, the boy would actually be happy to accept the challenge, but at this moment, the faint sense of crisis in his heart urged him to complete the Green Grass Trial as soon as possible and gain a strong single combat power.

So at this moment, he galloped against the wind and rain.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed. Victor had never been here before, so it was the first time he saw it. He didn't expect that there would be a magic tower in the jungle. With his eyesight, he saw three people fighting in front of the tower. One of the white-haired swordsmen was his friend, White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia.

Drawing out the steel sword and galloping on the horse, the boy was ready to join the battle without hesitation. As the horse approached, he also recognized the two people fighting with the witcher. One was a mercenary wearing round sunglasses, and the other was a tattooed Zerecanian wizard.

He was very familiar with the external features of these two people. They were the professor who had been famous for a long time but had never met, and Aza. Javid. He instantly imprinted the appearance of these two people in his mind.

Strong! The first impression Victor had of the mage Aza, who was covered in rings, was that he was strong and black.

If we use words from his hometown to describe him, it would be - a seven-foot tall man with tangled muscles all over his body, just like the black whirlwind Li Kui.

He held an iron-backed spiked mace in each hand, and he was so powerful and brave that he could fight against the first swordsman in the north, Geralt of Rivia, without losing.

He threw fireballs from time to time and enchanted the mace with flames, which made him unstoppable. However, the continuous drizzle in the sky obviously limited his performance.

As for the professor, there was nothing much to say. His rapier was obviously a skill-based one. Aza was responsible for the main attack, and he attacked from the side, occasionally retreating and pretending to shoot with a crossbow, which had a good interference effect.

Victor instantly judged that if the fight continued like this, it would not take long for Geralt to be injured by the two of them.

Weighing the two evils, Aza looked like someone who was not easy to mess with. The boy chose to ride his horse and charge at the professor without hesitation. Although he was not good at horse fighting, he could charge at the speed of the horse.

The rain suddenly intensified, and raindrops hit his eyes. Victor squinted his eyes, raised his steel sword, and chopped at the professor's back.

Unfortunately, Aza's reminder made the sneak attack unsuccessful. The professor used the unique skill of lazy donkey rolling in time to avoid this fatal attack.

In the storm, the sudden intruder interrupted the fierce battle, making it necessary for both sides to review their strategies. They looked at each other and naturally formed a situation of confrontation between the two.

The professor pushed his round glasses: "Ah, it's Victor Corleone, how did you come here?"

The boy jumped off the horse with a smile, "I didn't expect that the notorious professor actually knew me. Can you tell me where you have seen me?"

The horse felt the murderous aura and ran away. Neither of them answered each other's questions. The crossbow in the professor's hand was ready to move, and Victor's hand was in the herbal bag, and he was also ready to move.

Geralt changed his posture, switching from the plow position to the top position, "The mage transformed into detective Raymond and tricked me into unlocking the protection of this tower. Several documents inside have now fallen into his hands. I don't want to I know what he wants to do with those things, but we can’t let him escape!”

Ignoring the white wolf's eager gaze, Aza dug the mace into the soil, "Victor, we are all from Serikania, as long as you turn around and leave now, I can pretend I didn't see you!"

The words of the witcher aroused turmoil in Victor's heart. A few days ago, he heard that White Wolf accepted the commission and was exploring a certain magic tower in the forest, spending a lot of time to crack it.

And let a magician like Aza, who has long been transformed and coaxed to open the magic tower, combined with their plan to study mutations, the owner of this magic tower is about to be revealed─Azulie.

As for Aza's statement that as long as he turned around, he would act like he had not seen him. Victor did not believe a word of this. Their conflicts were irreconcilable.

Aza's voice was low, with Serikania's unique accent: "I'm not joking, but it seems you are not ready to accept my kindness! Victor, I must thank you, if you hadn't interrupted Fighting, I don’t have time to reconcile the magic.”

Hearing what he said, the witcher and the boy woke up at the same time. There was a magic ring nearby! ?

Without the natural magic ring, Azulie would not have been able to build a magic tower here. This is a very reasonable inference. However, Geralt lost his memory and Victor was inexperienced. Neither of them thought that Aza had always wanted to reconcile magic. Ring to cast powerful spells.

Seeing Aza's hands glow with white light, Victor and Geralt spread out and hid behind trees to find cover.

The next moment! The rain seemed to drain away, the air became dry, and the white light shone and exploded!

"Azu Lie's Thunder!" The mage's voice was deep and powerful.

The impact penetrated, and the big tree that was hugging each other was directly penetrated. Victor's whole body was blown away, and his leather armor was also blasted open.

The first time he was injured by magic, he felt really uncomfortable. He lay on the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. The boy recovered and jumped up. Fortunately, on the way to Vizima, he had updated the enchantment for his own leather armor, otherwise he would not be able to do it. Okay, now I'm going to fall to the ground.

Thinking of this, Victor secretly screamed something bad. He turned around and saw that it was not far away. Geralt of Rivia had already thrown himself on the street. The second-order armor and the third-order armor were indeed worth every penny. Leather armor A big hole was also blown, but the witcher could not stand up again!

Suddenly, he thought that if the battle had continued and Aza had no chance to tune the magic ring, would the White Wolf not have been hit by Azulie's thunder? Could it be that my own support actually caused bad results?

There is no room for regret and Geralt cannot be allowed to die here!

At the moment when his mind was made up, Victor was highly concentrated. He knew very well that once he was caught in a two-on-one fight, his performance could not be better than that of the White Wolf. Then there was only one answer and only one chance!

He reached into the herbal bag, held the honeycomb and the anti-magic metal bomb, and recalled his realization when facing the ice giant. He wanted to use a "death charge" to solve all problems.

consciousness! The so-called "determination to die" does not mean the intention to sacrifice, but the intention to carve out a way forward in the rainy forest!

Reaching out to pull out the mace stuck on the ground, Aza's eyes were full of interest, "Ah... what a terrifying look! Not only do you not look desperate, but on the contrary, you are full of hope, and there is something supporting you. Let you believe you will win! Professor, do you still think it is impossible for him to kill Albert?"

The professor waved the rapier in his hand, "Don't worry, I won't be careless. Regardless of whether he did it or not, we will solve this problem immediately!"

The gentle rain began to intensify again, and white lightning flashed.

Breathing evenly, Victor prepared to sprint. At this critical moment, the portal exploded at Geralt's position. The three people present knew clearly whose mage mark the witcher would have.

The fourteenth person of the hill, the fearless Merigold, the flaming Merigold, the controller of the thunder of Azuri, the last title is that she did not need the assistance of the magic ring during the massacre in Rivia. , obtained by using "Azulie's Thunder" to disperse the mob.

The opening of the sorceress's portal changed many things instantly, Aza. Javid hung the mace back on his back and cast a spell to open his own portal.

"What a pity! I was originally very interested in knowing what supported your confidence and made you think that you would still win even in this situation, but it seems that our victory or defeat will have to be postponed until the next time we meet. !”

Then he walked through the portal first.

The backward professor pointed the crossbow at Victor, smiled extremely sinisterly, and said: "Try again!", and then pulled the trigger.

On the other side, after the young man opened the portal, he knew rationally that he could not fight, and lost the determination to fight to the death, so he had no idea of ​​rushing in. It would not be too late to settle the accounts with them after the Green Grass Trial was completed, but Just for that moment of relaxation, the crossbow arrows were already flying towards his chest.

Walking out of the portal, Triss. The first thing Merigold saw was Victor being hit by an arrow and the professor escaping into the portal.

Letting out an angry scream, the sorceress raised her hand and instantly fired a fireball, hitting Aza's portal directly. Unfortunately, it was a step too late. The portal closed, and the fireball broke the tree trunk behind. The remaining fire was quickly extinguished by the rain.

Triss stomped her feet angrily, opened her mage shield and walked towards Victor. She could see that the arrow just hit him clearly in the chest. She estimated that the boy would most likely not survive this time, but she still wanted to take a look.

However, Geralt at her feet attracted her attention. She quickly squatted down to treat his injuries first. "Hiss... Was he injured by the Thunder of Azulie? But this wound..., the power of the spell was greatly reduced, thanks to the high quality of this leather armor!"

After a little inspection, Triss was sure that Geralt could survive. The void characteristics did not belong to magic, so the sorceress could only judge that the armor had excellent defensive effects.

While busy bandaging, a shadow suddenly enveloped her. Triss looked up in surprise and screamed softly. She almost threw a fireball again, but fortunately she recognized it in time and stopped.

The shadow standing in front of her was Victor Corleone. He had a crossbow arrow stuck in his chest, half an inch deep!

Seeing this, the sorceress suddenly became curious about the manufacturing process of Kaer Morhen. It was incredible! The crossbow arrow that could penetrate even inferior iron armor could not penetrate the boy's leather armor.

"Is Geralt okay?" His voice was very calm.

"It's seriously injured, but it's not a big problem." After answering, Triss stepped aside slightly to let Victor observe. He knew that his brother was an outstanding alchemist.

In Kaer Morhen, when he was injured, he drank his potion. He must have a special healing potion for witchers, a highly toxic one.

The boy shook his head to indicate that he didn't need to check. He took out a tube of orange and a tube of white potion and handed them to the sorceress, "Take the white wolf back first! The orange one is the swallow, a special version of the healing potion, which is particularly toxic and effective; the white one is white honey, which is used for detoxification. You can use it according to the situation."

Triss nodded, stood up and cast a spell. The portal opened with a bang. Noticing that Victor had no intention of coming over, she helped Geralt up with the wizard's hand, "Aren't you going back with me? You look badly injured too!"

"I'm fine. There are more important things to deal with now! I'll go back to Vizima after I deal with them." His voice was very gentle.

The sorceress was a little surprised, because from the time they met until now, the boy's behavior did not look like he had just experienced a fierce battle or escaped death.

He acted gentle and calm, but it was this attitude that made people feel that some kind of strong power was brewing, just like before a volcano erupted.

"Triss, be careful when you go back! Vizima will not be too peaceful recently. Find Keira and let her tell you the details."

The sorceress was even more surprised, because when the boy called Keira, his attitude was neither fearful nor respectful, but sounded close, as if he was qualified to call her that.

She knew that Keira and Victor had some interactions, but she didn't expect that this relationship seemed not to be dominated by Keira, but to be on equal terms.

Has this little brother who was recognized more than a year ago made Keira. Metz look at him differently? Remember that she kept making trouble for him at the beginning?

The idea flashed through her mind, and Triss nodded, "I will be careful, thank you!"

When the portal closed with a bang, the name of the little boy "Yawen" appeared in Victor's mind, and this time he forgot to ask Triss about him.

... Never mind, it's not important anyway. Compared with the building in front of him, a weird little boy is insignificant.

Pulling out the crossbow arrow from his chest and putting it into the herbal bag, he remembered the professor's revenge, as well as the sentence "Try again". The last victim was probably Leo.

"Ton ton ton ton..." He drank the energy soup and the non-toxic version of Swallow, and walked towards the Tower of Azulie.

Although according to Bailang, the important documents have been taken away, the name of Azulie alone is worth spending some time to check.

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