Witcher's Atelier

In front of the temporary hospital, when the first refugee ran like a bereaved dog, people laughed at him. Then when the second and third refugees rolled away, people stopped laughing. Then when the sixth refugee ran over in panic, People followed in his footsteps.

Most people who passed by chose to continue to flee, but a small number of people sought refuge in the hospital, believing that the Scoia'tael would abide by moral conventions and not attack the temporary hospital.

Angoulin judged with his eagle eyes, commanding the guards to divert the troops, blocking out a few people who might have malicious intentions, and then arranged those refugees who had no color and were purely dominated by fear to rest in the lobby on the first floor of the hospital.

This arrangement is not a big problem. The problem is that the Scoia'tael Party who kills Red Eyes doesn't care whether it is a hospital or not.

They were once starved of food and were still in rags. Once they had weapons in hand, they just wanted to destroy everything in front of them to satisfy their fanatical tyranny.

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"Strength! Defend the universe!"

"Take my sword! The best sword in China!"

"White Emperor's Holy Sword! Yujian follow me!"

"Ah!~~Demacia!"

Although I can’t understand what the Scoia’tael are shouting! But the body language of rushing towards each other and slashing each other needs no translation!

Pulling out the golden eagle, Angouleme was like a rock in the rapids, withstanding the waves of guerrillas. When she was in the floating port, she was very interested in the scimitars or one-handed swords that the elves were good at, and often sparred with them. , and now this experience has been perfectly implemented.

During a thunderstorm, surrounded by a large number of Scoia'tael and fighting in a dangerous environment, the "Golden Eagle" quickly showed its power again, but it failed to create the same shocking effect as against the Knights.

The void characteristic ensures that the armor can be broken but the blade cannot be broken, and the Scoia'tael do not wear armor to begin with, so the sharpness of the "Golden Eagle" is not much different from that of ordinary steel swords to them.

Fortunately, the effect of the full power upgrade still ensured that she was as fast as an eagle. She instinctively kept swinging her sword to kill until her arms were shaking and numb, her feet were tired and sore, and she killed another team of squirrels.

When the heavy rain stopped, there were only two city guards standing with Angoulin outside the hospital.

The corpses piled up like a mountain in front of him, and blood flowed like a river. His nose seemed to smell that unpleasant smell again, a mixture of blood, sweat, excrement, hatred and rage, fear and death.

Then the pupils of the three of them dilated, and they felt desperate in shock. Hundreds of new guerrillas emerged and surrounded them. Different from the previous waves of Scoia'tael who were in ragged clothes and only had weapons, these people were obviously more armed and their clothing could It seems that he has been in the jungle for a long time.

The more deadly situation is that they give up close combat.

Although they didn't know how sharp the Golden Eagle was, Angouleme's bravery was visible to the naked eye, so they decided to use the bow and arrow that the Son of Flower Valley was proud of to express their full "respect" to her.

The premonition of danger kept screaming in his ears, which was a natural reaction to being targeted by a crossbow. "But I can't move," Angoulin thought, "I'm really tired, and the gatekeeper's job doesn't seem to be that good. Do it.”

The next moment some angry voice shouted, "Spar, Aespar, Spar'le! (Shoot, shoot, shoot her!)"

Arrows are raining down like locusts!

Although enchanted leather armor can deflect most bows and arrows, it has no protective effect if it is not covered.

Relying on intuition, agility and armor power, she withstood the first wave of arrows, but the two city guards who were her friends were shot into hedgehogs.

During the killing, she struggled hard and heard the angry voice shouting: "Spar'le!"

Disturbed by several arrows and unable to hide in time, the girl still didn't know what the elf was shouting, but she knew she was about to die.

──Captain, I have worked very hard to survive!

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"Voe'rle, evelienn! (Stop, everyone!)," suddenly a sonorous voice commanded, "Que suecc's? Caelm, Wedd Dol Blathanna! (What's going on? Calm down, son of the Valley of Flowers!)"

A somewhat familiar voice stopped the rain of arrows, and then someone Angoulin knew appeared in front of her. It was Yavin from the Scoia'tael guerrillas.

The moment the two of them looked at each other, they both had a sense of absurdity. The last time they met was just over half a month ago. Even though they broke up on bad terms at that time, they didn't expect that they would meet again on such an occasion.

Seeing the girl in distress, the elf commander shouted loudly and rebuked, "What are you doing here, you idiot! What is the purpose of this building that deserves this?"

Shaking and almost turning into a bloody man, Angoulan coughed and smiled bitterly, "It's... a hospital... a temporary hospital, and my special number doesn't know what I'm doing here, probably... it's... The job of a gatekeeper!”

A gray-haired elf with a hooked nose suddenly rushed out from behind. He spoke with the same angry voice just now. He pointed at Angouleme and then at the corpse on the ground, and kept roaring at Yayiwen. You don’t need to understand Elvish to know that he means to let the commander shoot arrows immediately to kill the girl who is blocking the way, but Yayiwen stared at him without saying a word.

"Todd! I can't let you kill her!" Another new elf next to him interrupted the conversation, and this time the voice was very familiar to Angoulan.

She has braided black hair, beautiful tattooed eyebrows, and a colorful cloth scarf around her waist that hangs down to just above her knees. The female elf holding a sword in one hand is clearly Toluvel.

She stood up and shook her head slowly but firmly, "Todd, Yaiwen, you can't kill her! She is my friend."

"Look at how many people she killed, the bodies are all over the ground!" The angry elf Todd shouted with his fists clenched.

Toruweier was unmoved, "It was your subordinate who wanted to kill her first, so why don't you allow her to fight back? Take care of your people! What is there to retaliate against in the hospital? The reason I brought people to participate was to prevent my friends from dying in front of me, and this girl is also my friend!"

Speechless, Todd turned to the commander angrily, "Yaiwen, look! Those who died here are our compatriots and brothers, please make the decision! And you should know that Grandet, the bastard, is hiding in the hospital!"

Hearing Grandet's name, Yawen's eyes flashed coldly, "Are you sure? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

He knew that this human was the common creditor of many elves in the slums. He used money to oppress them and did many unforgivable evil deeds to them. Killing him would bring great comfort to these new partners in the city.

"I swear, I sent someone to look for him as soon as I entered the city gate, following Grandet all the way. That bastard changed his clothes and hid in the hospital, thinking that no one could find him! Help Yawen, as long as you kill him, I swear to be loyal to you forever!" The gray-haired and hooked-nosed man said with red eyes and tears.

The commander looked at Todd, then at Toruweier, and turned to Angouleme and shouted, "Can you get out of the way? I promise to take one person away from inside! I promise you not to invade the hospital."

The moist air after the rain irritated the girl's nose, making her want to sneeze.

The elf's proposal made her hesitate... If they fought to the death, or they had to kill as many people as they entered the door, maybe she could carry out her beliefs, but now... if she only dragged one person away, it seemed acceptable.

Sensing Angouleme's hesitation, Yawen raised his voice, "This is the last warning! It's meaningless for you to do this. You don't have to do this. Get out of my way!"

The girl's eyes were blurred. When she took a breath and was about to speak, an eagle suddenly screamed in the sky. It was a beautiful golden harrier.

The dark clouds broke, a beam of sunlight fell, and Catherine fell gracefully, landing on the girl's shoulder.

Everyone noticed behind them.

A man walked over with firm steps.

He passed by Angouleme and blocked him.

"Your request is appropriate, it is reasonable and reasonable. It would be stupid not to agree."

Victor smiled calmly.

"But I refuse!"

The mutant eyes, three layers of bright red pupils, seemed like a pool of blood, with nine black spots floating in it, symbolizing an eternal nightmare.

...

The commander and the female elf approached the witcher, and the three were at a distance where they could cut each other with swords.

"Help me! This is not a joke, this is war! What are you and Angulan doing here? I really don't want to order you to be shot." Yawen lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

Toruweier remained silent, just staring at Victor's eyes quietly. She could detect a lot of passionate emotions in them.

Squinting his eyes and staring at the commander, the witcher spoke in a low voice, as if suppressing something, "Yes, this is not a game, so... this is your ultimatum!

Yawen, take your people away from here, I can pretend that nothing happened.

No matter where you want to go or what you want to do next, I can pretend that I don't know if I didn't see it. I believe there must be more valuable targets than this broken hospital!"

The two elves were stunned at the same time. They had known the boy for a while, but they had never heard him speak so strongly, especially now that the elves had a significant advantage.

The commander crossed his arms, "Give me a reason, Victor, you shouldn't be a fool! I have more than a hundred elite warriors here, fifty or sixty bows and arrows. Considering our friendship, I didn't order an attack. I just wanted to take one person away, but you gave me an ultimatum!?"

Pushing his hair back, the witcher exhaled a long breath, "You want a reason, then I'll tell you. Listen carefully!

I haven't slept since the night before last. I walked through the jungle to get back to Vizima. It took a long time to get here. I encountered many troubles along the way. I am very excited and irritable now!

Because of this There was a riot, my house was burned down first, and then all kinds of atrocities showed the bottom line of human beings. I couldn't bear it anymore and started killing people! The people who were rescued actually secretly said that I was brutal and fierce! ?

In short, there is no right or wrong now, and I don't have the mood to reason. I will be kind and get out immediately, otherwise when my reason is broken, I guarantee that everyone will be very unhappy!

This! Is the reason you want! "

Looking at Victor's face full of impatience, Toruweier pondered for a moment, turned back to the team, and after a few shouts, more than a dozen of the more than 100 people left the team, and they followed the footsteps of the female elf to retreat outside.

Without stopping her actions, Yawen stared at the witcher deeply, "What a terrifying spirit! Victor.

In fact, I really want to order you to be killed, but my intuition tells me that even if I win, I will win painfully! The loss outweighs the gain."

He turned around angrily, "Please help me, there is a guy named Grandet in there, who is the main cause of this conflict. I really want him. If possible, give him to me!"

After returning to the team, the commander shouted a few times and was about to lead people away, but that "Todd" blocked the way and yelled wildly.

I don't know what he said, anyway, Yawen's saber flashed, and he became the last elf left in front of the hospital today.

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"Bang!" The hospital door was pushed open, and Shani ran out from inside. There was a chaotic fight to prevent new injured patients from being brought in. After completing the work at hand, she realized that something was wrong outside and rushed out.

Under the warm sunshine, among the corpses scattered all over the courtyard, Victor squatted on the ground, holding Angouleme's upper body with his right hand. It was clear from a glance that he was listening to his last words.

Covering her mouth in fear, the senior sister burst into tears. When she ran closer, she saw the young man using his mutated fiery red eyes, blinking and blinking to signal himself.

Then she heard Angoulin's ramblings clearly, "...Captain, listen to me, never go into the hospital. The senior sister is so scary when she is working. She is even scarier than a butcher. She raises the knife with her hand and takes the knife with her hand. No matter how hard he strikes, he will keep telling jokes that are not funny..."

Shani's face suddenly dropped, and she had the urge to beat someone up. This kid was too honest, so he could just shut up if he didn't know how to speak!

The girl, who was covered in blood and could barely see her face, murmured vaguely: "Ah... Captain, I have worked very hard to survive! I am so tired and sleepy now. I really want to close my eyes. I can't move anymore." This is my end, I feel like I am floating on the clouds... Oh ah ah... Why is it so dark suddenly, I can't see anything... snore... snore... snore..."

"This is a normal phenomenon. Of course you can't see anything if you close your eyes. Rest in peace!" After laying down the sleeping members, the leader stood up and looked at the senior sister.

The red-haired Dr. Shani is as pretty as ever, her hands and apron are stained with blood like a butcher's, her face is also stained with a lot of red paint, and her makeup looks lighter than Angouleme.

The blond Victor is ordinary, no, just with these eyes he will forever escape from being ordinary. The iris pattern is not bad, but the red color is too scary.

He walked up to her and smiled, "I'm back!"

He reached out and touched the area around his mutated eyes, "Hey, can you just put her on the ground like this?"

"I wasn't injured at all. I just lost all my strength after fighting so hard. I drank some supplements and slept and became full of energy. I thought I was going to die, so I grabbed someone and said my last words. I just lived to hear them! These dark histories can be used to make fun of her in the future."

He tilted his feet slightly and looked closer, "To be honest, I don't really like this color. Can it be changed?"

"Now it's emotional, so it turns red. It was originally sky blue, just like before."

"That's good, I still like it the way it was before."

Their eyes met, they were very close.

The world pauses for a second.

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Although she was covered in wounds and dripping with blood, she still stood as tall as a pine tree, "Farewell, Captain... I will return to the sky to my aunt, don't come here! I, Angoulan, don't need to rely on others when I return to heaven!"

In the low roar of "Oooh, oh, oh, oh...", the girl's whole body erupted with desolate and powerful fighting spirit.

As she swung her right fist towards the sky, a beam of light rose into the sky, breaking through the dark clouds and letting the sun shine down.

"I have no regrets in my life!"

Excerpted from──"Fist of the East Chapter 219"

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