Witcher's Atelier

Nowadays, few people remember that humans are not the natives of this world, but creatures that intersect the celestial sphere. They are similar to other terrifying monsters, all of them are foreign immigrants, and even more terrifying than monsters.

In those ancient times, when all kinds of new immigrants were still competing for dominance, human wizards used mutagenic mushrooms, herbs and plant stimulants to create killing weapons with superhuman speed and endurance-Witchers, and gave them a noble mission to open up living space for humans!

Through the painful and dangerous "Green Grass Trial", the Witchers gained cat-like eyes that allow them to see in the dark. They can use combat spells called "Signs" and potions that enhance combat skills.

In the ancient times when monsters flourished, their appearance was nothing less than the dawn of dawn, and they were welcomed wherever they went.

But in modern times when monsters have become extinct, their extraordinary power has aroused people's fear. This fear has formed prejudice, provocative behavior and false rumors, making mutants gradually feared and hated by the world.

Ultimately, it led to extreme persecution and massacres, the infamous "Kaer Morhen Massacre", which almost wiped out the witchers.

Now only a very small number of witchers survived, and they still insist on this special job, going to all corners of the world, killing monsters for a meager bounty.

However, in the spring of 1271 AD, an unknown witcher changed the trajectory of the entire civilized world. He was like a venomous snake, lurking in the dark and unknown, but when he showed his fangs, no one could forget his existence.

…

"Fangerburg", the capital of the Kingdom of Aedirn, the hometown of the famous sorceress Yennefer, where Demave III, the son of Wilfred, maintained his rule.

The king disliked non-human races very much, often dealt with the Scoia's Party in extreme means, and launched a punitive expedition against the forest elves of Brokilon.

Although Victor's evaluation of him was only "mediocre", this was the ignorance of youth, or the misleading pot of game manufacturers.

In fact, Demave is not only known for his cruelty and jealousy, but also for his intelligence and his knowledge of war tactics. In the Second Northern War, he accurately predicted Nilfgaard's military actions. If it weren't for the backstab of Kaedwin Henselt, the sabotage attack of the Scoia'tael, and the leading of Francesca of the Valley of Flowers, Aedirn would not have lost so miserably.

So after the Battle of Brunna, the northern countries won the final victory. With hatred, he would rather lose the Valley of Flowers than let the South hand over the Vrihede Brigade. And from the result, except for Iorveth's escape, he would be satisfied if all other officers were hanged.

…

It was a sunny day, and Demave was enjoying a feast on the royal cruise ship. The accompanying guards included the warlock "Abelard of Haji" and the sharpshooter "Tibalt of Vangerburg".

The lute played beautiful melodies, the leather drums and tambourines beat cheerful rhythms, the whistles and trumpets created an atmosphere, and the jesters and acrobats were doing somersaults. Two clowns bumped their hips in the air, making Demawi laugh, presenting a picture of joy in the prosperous times.

Some time passed, when the two boxers bowed to the king and started fighting to please him, a diving witcher quietly climbed onto the royal yacht from the side, hid behind the wine barrel, and blew out the water in his nose.

The unknown witcher was a big guy with granite-like muscles and a cross scar on his bald head. His body did not look like an assassin at all.

He took out the shiny blue bomb, and the smile of the maker when he handed it to him flashed. The witcher paused for a second, and then threw the bomb to Demawi's position.

Under the powerful drum beat, the boxers beat each other's noses and bled, and the blue bomb drew a beautiful arc and hit the mast of the royal yacht.

Boom!

Frozen!

With the impact point as the center, the effective radius exceeds 60 yards. Within the range, whether it is a jester or a clown, a musician or a boxer, or even many soldiers in armor guarding the king, all are deeply frozen by this "North Wind" bomb.

The witcher's snake pupils shrank slightly. Although he had experienced hundreds of battles, he had never seen such a wonder. After the raging north wind, only a few people around the king survived on the ship, relying on the shield of the wizard Abelard.

"How powerful is it? Hahahaha, the world is vast!?... Probably. Anyway, the range is wider and the lethality is more fierce. I don't know because I haven't thrown it, but it is at least several times that of the high-level north wind!"

The young man with four knife scars on his face smiled brightly when he handed the thing to him.

"Tsk, it's not just several times, it's dozens of times!"

The big guy with muscles like granite complained in his heart, and then rushed out from behind the bunker, holding a short knife in each hand, and killed the King of Aedirn Demawi without hesitation!

In the gradually shattering world of ice and snow, he had to dodge the sniper of the sharpshooter Tibalt, pass through the obstruction of two armed soldiers, and avoid the deadly fireball of the wizard Abelard.

There was no wavering in the witcher's snake pupils.

…

At first, no one knew who he was, so people called him the regicide!

…

"The flash of light cuts through the darkness, and the brightness breaks the dark night."

In the spacious tent, Victor gently stroked and recited the elven words engraved on the sword, and then he put the "Golden Eagle" back into the scabbard and handed it to Angouleme with great care. Of course, he had to maintain the equipment first before the battle.

Angoulême took the weapon seriously, "Wick, these ten new words you made sound so cool! What's the profound meaning?"

The witcher twisted his mouth, "No special meaning, just a belief, in plain words, it means that good cannot prevail over evil."

The girl solemnly tied the golden eagle behind her back, "It feels vulgar after your explanation..., our brigade is going to the battlefield today, can't you say something nice, captain?"

"No nice words, maybe I sing a song "I'm so happy today" for you?"

"No, thank you. I've heard you sing it."

"Then Angouleme, the captain has only one request for you, don't stand in front of the siege crossbow!"

...

At the end of last month, Lambert left Vizima because he was a traditional witcher and was used to a wandering life.

Every time he arrived at a village, he stood not far from the door and waited. If the people inside had work, they would come out to invite him. If they didn't move, Lambert would leave.

After considering it, Victor chose to stay and accepted King Foltest's temporary employment in the name of the Phantom Troupe to participate in the crusade against the rebellious La. The war of Baron Valedi.

The employment condition is that the King's Hand Vernon Roche will communicate with him personally, and the accompanying witness is the bald man Tal. The witcher hopes that when attacking the castle, he will be allowed to talk with Aryan and persuade the baron to lay down his arms and surrender. Knowing that they have a deep friendship, the king agrees.

The reason why Victor joined the war was simply that he didn't want his friend who valued honor and was as gentle as jade to die inexplicably in the war. To be honest, he thought it was an unprovoked disaster!

Just like that, one month later, outside the Lavaredi Castle, the military tents of Temeria were like blooming flowers.

Countless feudal nobles responded to King Foltest's call and came with their family emblems and armies. Even the Mahakam dwarves sent their professional craftsmen and brought all kinds of powerful equipment.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Lavaredi Castle has no chance of winning, and the reason why the war has been delayed until now is purely because the king hopes to solve the problem through negotiations under the city.

"Your orders are meaningless. Do I look like an idiot who can block a siege crossbow?" After speaking in a bad mood, the team members came forward to hug the leader, then turned and left.

The witcher waved to Weiss, who came to pick up Angouleme, without saying anything to ask for her care. Although the work of the Blue Guards was dangerous, it was definitely not difficult for the girl's natural instincts and the powerful equipment that was carefully enchanted.

After sending them away, he tidied up the tent and put the important items into the herbal bag. Soon the tent door was opened, revealing the vicissitudes and charming face of Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf.

The uncle raised his eyebrows, "What a pity, I thought I would see Keira Metz in your bed."

"Even if Keira sleeps here, she will leave before dawn. Vizima can't do without her, at least that's what she said." The young man spread his hands.

"Then let's go! Foltest said he wanted to see us. The messenger, that bastard, broke in and stared at Triss's Bigu. I almost drew my sword and killed him."

"If I help you kill that messenger bastard, can you let me see Triss's Bigu?"

"You are such a bastard!"

"I swear I'm just watching."

Saying meaningless words, the two witchers walked towards the battlefield. Along the way, healthy soldiers were eating and injured soldiers were groaning.

The white-haired witcher sighed, "Stupid war, it should have been such a beautiful morning..."

"You know, this was started by your king!" The blond witcher retorted.

"He is your king for now, and what can I do? Advise him not to indulge in love, not to have more illegitimate children, or not to start a stupid war?"

"War..., war never changes."

In the morning light, Geralt's cat eyes sparkled, "You know, you are right, I find that I don't like serving the king. I have already told Triss that we will leave after this battle and leave when the castle falls."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Geralt, what you said is a very unlucky omen in my hometown. But I still have to congratulate you, you finally found that you are not suitable for court life, who made us all have weak legs and feet and can't kneel down!"

They stopped and let a group of soldiers pushing catapults pass first. The soldiers beat clappers and pushed the rollers with ho ho ho.

"Thanks to your potion, my old knee injury has healed well. By the way, a spy swore that he saw a dragon flying towards the river. He claimed that he encountered a group of Scoia'tael troops coming towards him, but when the dragon flew over, the elves bowed their heads and prayed, and he was able to escape."

"Oh, Meliteli's beard! Wasn't that alert spy lazy, or mistook a fork-tailed dragon, a gliding lizard, or even a pterodactyl? Wait, the dragon appeared in the center of the civilized area. White Wolf, the bad premonition is getting stronger and stronger. I am almost sure that today will not end peacefully!"

The white-haired man bumped the blond with his elbow, "I think what you said is an unlucky omen... It can almost be regarded as a bloody curse. Fortunately, there is a shortage of magic here."

"Ha... Another catapult!" They stopped again, and Victor whistled, "It seems that our king has finally lost his patience and is ready to end the siege with a surprise attack. Guess why he asked us to go there?"

"Obviously." Geralt agreed with the younger generation's keen judgment.

The two witchers who moved on next stopped talking as they reached a heavily guarded location close to King Foltest.

The surrounding soldiers were armed with crossbows and were heavily armed. Theoretically, as long as thirty of them fired at the same time, the witcher would definitely die. Considering the weight and cost, most Temerian soldiers still wear mail armor and wear Temerian lilies on their outer robes.

From a distance, I saw the sun shining on his handsome profile. Foltest, the king of Temeria, was wearing dignified and solemn armor, standing next to the siege ballista and talking to people. Shadows and lights coexisted, making him He looked like the legendary hero in the painting.

As for the guy he was talking to, you could tell he was a Nilfgaardian just from the black clothes and high folded collar on his back.

With his extraordinary hearing activated, Victor heard the voice of the Siege King, "What a great day for fighting. Don't be afraid, Your Excellency, we are definitely still out of range of the crossbows on the opposite side!"

"Your Majesty, thank you for tolerating my fear. I have to admit that I am not a warrior. I prefer to use words to negotiate with others. After all, I am an envoy of peace..."

Ballistas and trebuchets were going back and forth, and the war seemed to have been going on for some time. The engineering equipment on both sides came from the same source, and the banging and banging was quite intense.

The atmosphere of the beacon fire seemed to make him quite uncomfortable. The man in black said in a hasty tone: "... With all due respect, Your Majesty, but what I want to know most is, what will be the fate of the illegitimate child of the Wang family?"

Suddenly clenching his fist and waving the air, the king growled in a low voice, "Damn, there are some things I only say once. They are my children. Next time I hear the word 'illegitimate child', someone will die ugly! Even if He is the Nilfgaardian Ambassador."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, but the provisions of the inheritance law are irrefutable and clear..."

"Fuck the laws. If necessary, I will personally change them until they are completely in line with my wishes. No matter what, I will not allow a group of unreliable nobles to use my children as bargaining chips."

Moving a few steps to the side, Victor could clearly see the appearance of this Nilfgaardian. He had gray hair, M-shaped baldness, forehead wrinkles, small eyes and a hooked nose. It was clear that he had had an incident in Toussaint a few months ago. Hillard, who met several times. Fitz. Ojesteland.

Today, he was still wearing Nilfgaard's traditional high-fold collar, black lace embroidery and gold embroidery dress, with the sun emblem hanging on his chest on a thick gold chain, which was the standard attire of an envoy.

"Your Majesty certainly has the right to do so."

"Yada is married, but I have no other children..."

"I totally understand."

"No... I don't think you understand." Noticing the witchers waiting not far away, the king waved them over, "Your Excellency, the conversation ends here. Please go back to your tent."

Hillard bowed without objection and stepped back. When he passed by Victor, their eyes briefly met, and the witcher noticed the shock in his eyes. This emotion is easy to understand. Let alone him, the witcher himself was shocked. He had never thought of participating in the war more than a month ago.

Glancing at the ambassador's back, the king shook his head, "Dear two masters, I dare say that there is no more ominous omen than seeing the man in black before the war begins. What do you think?" Foltest? He chuckled, "This vicious old dog, cutting off his wrinkled head and sending it back to Emhyr will bring me great satisfaction... But Triss Merigold and Keira Mae. You all think I should maintain my grace and politeness, what do you think of my behavior just now?”

Geralt leaned forward, "No one could have said it more appropriately."

"Your Majesty, no one can handle it better than you." Victor said, stroking his chest.

Foltest laughed heartily, "That's good, come with me!"

Thank you for your subscription, recommendation vote, and monthly pass. Thank you to my book friend Fan for your reward and encouragement.