Witcher's Atelier

On the banks of the Sansredo River, the underwater ruins of the Valley of Nine.

"Crack, snap! Snap, snap! Snap, snap!"

Staring at the ups and downs of the needle trap and the grave robber A lying on the ground with his body whipped repeatedly, Victor carefully observed and recorded.

After a while, he bravely walked into the trap, "First left...forward...then right...small jump...pause for three seconds...big jump..." He walked steadily and recited the rules. Within a few minutes, the witcher successfully passed the trap. corridor.

After smiling and applauding, Keira raised her hands and flashed next to Victor.

"Actually, I can carry you here too!"

"I know that with this successful experience, I will consider giving you a chance to perform next time."

Holding the torch and continuing forward, the two of them rounded several corners and arrived at a spacious circular platform.

"I'm actually very curious about a question, what is the combat effectiveness of mages? Why are some fools like Albert so weak, while others are so difficult to deal with like Aza? After all, how can an ordinary sorcerer fight against several fully-armed warriors alone? soldiers?"

Keira rolled her eyes at Victor, "Why do you ask?"

"Is this the mage's secret?"

She raised her right hand, the azure light shining brightly, "It's not really a secret, it's just the difference between being good at fighting or not, and this difference depends on the strength of the magic affinity, and how fast you can use it to attack the surroundings. The dissipated energy is converted into offensive and defensive spells, just like now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the circular platform was suddenly sealed by a white light shield, and then two red and black magical cheetahs popped out of the void and pounced on the sorceress and witcher.

"Pa!" Snapped his fingers, and two red and black magical cheetahs were restrained in mid-air by Keira's mage hands.

"To use magic to attack, knowledge and magic are indispensable. Academic mages need time to prepare in order to convert magic into lethality. People who have magic affinity but cannot control it are like children wielding hammers. Instead, they will smash Hurt your own feet.

With enough time to arrange and coordinate the magic power supply, any mage may be able to cast an enchantment like this and prepare a lethal weapon. But to be honest, there are not many powerful battle mages like me on this continent. This is an innate talent. "

The sorceress waved her hand and fired two lightning bolts, electrolyzing the magic cheetah brazenly, and then another bolt of thunder shot, hitting a weak point in the light shield, and the platform seal shattered.

The witcher looked around and could see the corpses of Tomb Robber B and Tomb Robber C torn apart by the magic cheetah. From the footprints extending on the ground in front of him, he could see that only two people were left, and they escaped from the closed barrier in time.

It's right to find a sorceress. If you were to deal with this kind of magical cheetah yourself, you would probably have to cut it hard, or the Seal of Arden could come in handy, but it would never be as easy as Keira's.

Next, the two of them walked forward, and the path became rugged and difficult to navigate. In many places, due to earthquake fractures, there were high and low gaps that required climbing and crossing.

When passing through the crossbow mechanism, the witcher used his extraordinary five senses to find the solution, and the tomb robber D rested here.

After unlocking a few more simple puzzles, they finally came to a hall. Looking from the entrance, they could see that there were many portals that had not yet been activated. In the center, there was a giant plump statue about eight feet high - a head. A granite gargoyle with two horns and two wings on its back, with the crushed corpse of the last tomb robber E lying at its feet.

This scene is a clear reminder that the statue will definitely start to move after people walk in. Considering the characteristics of the gargoyle, Victor turned to Keira and said, "It's been hard walking for so long, can we take a break? I want to be fully prepared for this big guy.”

The sorceress raised her eyebrows and coldly waved her hand to let the witcher do as he pleased.

Victor snickered inwardly. If it could be solved easily, Keira would definitely go forward and start a fight. But it was obvious that there was no shortcut for this kind of gargoyle, and even she had no good solution. She could only use magic to attack it.

So just now she was arrogant and boasted about her strength, but now she agreed to let him prepare for battle. She must also be accumulating magic power and thinking about countermeasures.

Gargoyles made of granite or marble possess terrifying power and can withstand great damage, making them very tough guards. Their strange power will cause even people wearing heavy armor to spit out blood if they are hit by their stone fists.

People outside the close range of gargoyles are not safe either. Not only can they accurately throw rocks for long-range attacks, but what's more, as magical creations, they can teleport and flash!

When the opponent attacks, the gargoyle may disappear and appear elsewhere, such as punching the opponent from behind, or suddenly falling from above the opponent's head - Grave Robber E's death looks very much like being crushed by its weight. ….

Set up a large cauldron in a corner to boil sword oil. Fortunately, there are hair bulb mushrooms collected along the way. By mixing them with dog fat, you can extract "constructed bio-oil".

Victor thought about the attack method in his mind. With the weight of the gargoyle, Alder's shock wave was useless, and Arden slowed it down and it would flash. Facing the rock creation, Igni Fire and Axi's Mind Control were also immune, so he could only Quinn protects his body, and then slowly trims his toes?

Glancing at Keira, with the help of the sorceress, this method may be clumsy, but it should be feasible.

…

"Stand at attention, take a rest, turn left, turn right, walk in unison..."

Under the scorching sun, in the square of the Corleone Manor, the guards' simple yet cunning faces were dripping with sweat. They followed the girl's sonorous and powerful commands and performed queue movements without relaxing.

In front of me, the thirty-six guards employed by the Corleone Manor were divided into six groups and were training in full swing.

"This training not only improved my physical fitness and hard-working spirit, but also enhanced our sense of teamwork." said Oreo, the leader of the first team with a mushroom head and a scarred face.

"We have a total of thirty-six guards. We form a tactical team in groups of six. According to the Bell Town Art of War taught by Victor, we guide the guards to carry out training such as queue movements, three major steps, and housekeeping." This training summary Captain Angoulin said: “In order to better enable new members to keep up with the training and grow stronger, we use a competition method in which the top three teams are given bonuses and the bottom three teams are given whips based on their performance to fully mobilize enthusiasm and ensure results in the shortest time. ”

According to the observation of the logistics housekeeper A Fu, during this seven-day short-term training, Ms. Angoulin strengthened the cluster's crisis awareness through military management, improved teamwork capabilities, and laid a good foundation for future manor guard work.

Seeing that she was a domineering king who used kindness and power to control all the strong mercenaries, commanding them like an arm and a finger, the housekeeper felt that she was indeed that man's sister, and her training methods were quite unique.

After confirming that Angouleme did not need his own help, Afu then walked to the recruitment office outside the manor to inspect. The staff brought the six peasant women who were about to be hired to the housekeeper and asked him to make final confirmation.

They will be responsible for the cleaning of the house, also known as housewives, and it must be emphasized that they are always clothed while working.

As an experienced housekeeper, Ah Fu saw a unique existence among the six peasant women in front of him at a glance. Although she was wearing shabby clothes and her face was covered with dust, she did not look like a peasant woman in any way. Her facial features were clear and clear. The green eyes are pure and misty.

Calling her aside alone, Ah Fu asked seriously, "You don't look like a village woman nearby. Tell me, where are you from? What's your name?"

…

months ago. spring. The Atrium of Kaer Morhen.

With the sword in his hand turning smoothly, he was able to cope with the rotation and impact of the three windmills. Now is Eskar's teaching time.

"Apprentice, you must remember that we learn swordsmanship in order to be able to find opportunities to reverse a one-on-three unfavorable situation and kill the opponent in battle."

Leo, who was amazed, couldn't help but ask: "You are so powerful, Eskar, so how many fully armed soldiers can we defeat at one time?"

"Don't imitate Geralt or Victor, they are the worst role models for witchers and witcher apprentices respectively!"

Emerging from the high-speed pincer attack of the windmill, Eskar took off the blindfold covering his eyes, his disfigured face gentle and calm, "Don't imitate them, witchers are not knights. One-to-many is great, but you can If you choose, always keep it one-to-one, or even better, many-to-one.

Always listen to the voice of reason, don't pick the wrong opponent, and don't put yourself in a desperate situation where you have to fight. The difference in swordsmanship improvement is limited, and correct judgment can help you live longer!

Under certain circumstances, combined with bombs and seals, witchers can cause astonishing damage, and one can be equal to ten or even twenty. But so what? Not only does that violate our rules, but more importantly, no one will pay us for it! "

…

"Want to know about the Witcher Rules?

Hahahaha, if this was a novel, that kind of thing would definitely be related to the work, because it is for reference only! "

──An unnamed witcher

…

Late that night, the moon and stars were sparse, in the Principality of Toussaint. The wasteland at the foot of Gaogong Mountain.

Recalling Eskar's pre-vocational education a few months ago and the scars on his face, Leo shook his head and sighed with a bitter smile.

Just because he violated pre-vocational education, he is now at the end of his rope.

He didn't feel wronged at all. After all, he went against Eskar's instructions and chose dozens of well-armed villains as his opponents, including a mage. The outcome of the battle was already doomed from the beginning.

Although Leo used the anti-magic metal bomb given by Victor to kill the mage unexpectedly, the disparity in numbers soon consumed all his potions and bombs, and pushed everyone into a desperate situation step by step.

The journey ended here, and Leo didn't feel any regret. He had done many commissions and helped many people. Anyway, few witchers died peacefully on their own beds.

He even felt that he was lucky to have met Eskar, Victor and Vesemir, and became a witcher with their help.

The former is pre-vocational education, the latter is training for newcomers, and Victor──is the benefactor who created the super green herbal potion. According to what Vesemir said during his new training, there are very few witchers who can quickly master the casting of sigils as soon as they mutate like him. Their physical coordination is excellent and no flaws can be found.

A successful mutant like him, in the early days when there were still some predecessors alive, would definitely be like the White Wolf, passively accepting a series of additional potions to see if he could mutate into more powerful abilities. Fortunately, now Kaer Morhen is the only one left These people are gone.

As for the fanged Lambert and the silent Geralt, to be honest Leo didn't know them very well, but at this moment when he was on the verge of death on the road, he also wished them well and wished them a long journey!

"Hey hey hey, you're so lucky. It turns out that our eighth team caught you. You cruel, dirty, damn mutant freak, you killed so many of us. Don't be afraid, you won't die soon, we will I’ll greet you with a soldering iron and a bamboo stick!”

A vicious voice, more than a dozen people appeared in the moonlight, four of them holding crossbows. Knowing that there was no room for escape in such a spacious place, the witcher picked up the steel sword and rushed towards the villain.

He killed three people, deflected a crossbow arrow, and blocked one with Quinn's shield. Finally, after being hit by an arrow in the shoulder and lower abdomen, Leo fell to the ground.

"Good shot! Spotted dog, toad, I'm proud of you, wait for the money, the professor will be very happy!" The leader, the bearded man, licked his lips and walked towards the witcher triumphantly, "You are finished, you bitch, and now Meliteli can't save you! You will soon cry and tell us the whereabouts of that stinky bitch!"

Supporting his upper body, Leo pulled out the scalpel and prepared to commit suicide, but at this moment, a strange black mist suddenly floated on the field.

Under the moonlight, the black mist was floating, with blood streaks faintly, shrouding the villains. When the witcher saw this blood-streaked black mist, his eyes widened. It was not the kind of creature that his predecessors had solemnly warned him about! ?

While everyone was confused, there were a few whooshes, and three bandits were dragged down from their ankles into the black mist. Then the miserable howls echoed, accompanied by the sounds of "crackling" of human bodies being squeezed, "crackling" of bones being crushed, and "gurgling" of blood being squeezed.

The rest of the people instantly fell into panic. They kept roaring and slashing at the black mist, but to no avail. Not long after, whooshes, whooshes, whooshes, whooshes, whooshes, whooshes, whooshes, and six more people were pulled by some force and dragged down into the black mist.

This time the number of people doubled, the screams were doubly shrill, and the sounds of squeezing, crushing, and wringing became clearer. The few people who were still alive all collapsed in an instant... They fled in a hurry, hating their parents for not giving them two more legs.

Leo was weak, his hands were too weak to continue to support himself to watch their ending. He could only lie on his back and look at the bright moon in the sky, listening to the constant wailing and begging for mercy in his ears.

They shouted Meliteli's name, they shouted Lebioda's name, they shouted the glory of the eternal fire, they prayed for salvation from all the gods they could think of, and then they died cleanly, and everything returned to peace.

The autumn wind blew, and the smell of blood floated in the air. There were footsteps, and a man walked to Leo's side, blocking the moon.

Although it was backlit, the witcher's eyes could see the other person's outline. At first, he almost thought it was Victor, because the clothes he wore were very similar to the Van Helsing suit that Victor had shown him.

The all-black high-collared coat was slim-cut, the exquisite buttons were buttoned meticulously, the tight leather belt, the rivet-decorated shoulder pads, and the domineering mess.

After adapting to the light, Leo saw the other person clearly. This was a middle-aged man full of mature charm, with a pale face and three-dimensional features, deep brows and eagle eyes, a light stubble on his chin, and his hair combed back without any mess.

The witcher suddenly remembered where he had seen him before!

When he parted with Sasha at the Petrified Chicken Snake Hotel a few days ago, the middle-aged man was sitting nearby drinking crayfish chowder. Because of his outstanding appearance, the witcher was once vigilant, but in the end the middle-aged man did not react at all. He did not expect to appear here a few days later.

If there is no surprise, this middle-aged man must be...

"Witcher, do you think it is worth sacrificing your life for a woman you have only known for a short time?" He looked down at him and asked in a flat tone, neither arrogant nor enthusiastic.

The question hit the heart directly, and Leo's breathing gradually became low, "It doesn't matter whether it is worth it or not, I have already done it"

Hearing the witcher's answer, the middle-aged man's mouth slightly raised, "Well said! What's your name?"

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