Witcher's Atelier

The witchers followed Foltest, and Victor felt a little strange, because even though there were countless soldiers not far away, there was no one beside the king within ten steps, as if he could stab him in the back with a sword.

Of course, Victor had no reason to do so, and even if he tried, Geralt would immediately draw his sword to stop him, but exposing himself to danger, either the other party had other trump cards, or the other party believed that he would not attack him.

"You two, you came later than I expected. You should know that when you were entangled with the royal advisor, the traitor had already boiled the tar on the city wall!" The king walking in front complained in a relaxed tone.

After exchanging glances with Victor, Geralt responded: "Your Majesty, how can I serve you?"

The morning sun shone, making Foltest's crown shine even more. "In the past, my kindness to the traitors was regarded as weakness, so we are going to launch an assault to completely solve all the problems. You must be by my side at all times today!"

As soon as the voice fell, a crossbow arrow suddenly flew from a distance, and directly "bang!" pierced through the wooden wall not far away, and the collapsed bunker exploded into a pile of smoke and dust.

"Your Majesty, you seemed to have said just now that our position was out of range?" The thrilling scene made Geralt look unhappy, but Victor was not surprised at all.

"How is that possible! That's a crossbow, with a curved arm reinforced with bronze plates and a string made of horsehair, which can shoot heavy crossbow arrows a mile away. It is a deadly and very expensive weapon. An experienced person can load and fire two crossbow arrows per minute. It has only one flaw!"

"Your Majesty, before you continue to explain, perhaps we should find cover first?"

"The strong recoil of its curved arm after firing will cause the weapon to shift its position. It can't focus on the same place twice!"

Just as the king finished speaking, the second crossbow arrow fell about ten yards away from them, fiercely blowing up a cloud of dust again.

"So your majesty is also a learned military engineer?"

"Of course I'm not, but I gave these crossbows to the Baroness on her birthday two years ago!"

It's not Foltest's style to fight back. He stepped into the crossbow position with two witchers and scolded them, "Idiot, where are you looking? Soldier, give me the telescope!"

The king took the telescope and put it down after observing the opposite wall for a moment, "Damn it! It's Count Achieveri!"

Noticing Victor's interested eyes next to him, he threw the telescope to the witcher, "I heard that you spent a lot of time on this these days. Look at that evil thief with red feathers on his head. Less than half a year ago, he swore to me to establish an eternal friendship! You come to command the crossbow. If you can hit that treacherous scum, I will pay you 500 orens!"

Foltest's generosity is indeed hard to refuse. Victor is not short of orens, but who can hate gold coins? And he is really interested in actual combat to verify this ancient and powerful war weapon!

The witcher took the telescope and began to observe the distance and wind direction. In the past half month of siege, he spent a lot of time studying various siege equipment. Now it was finally time to verify the results.

"Bang! Boom! Bang! Boom!" The sound of the crossbow bombards on the battlefield came one after another, and various strange sounds were emitted according to the different objects hit.

Locking the distinguished earl on the battlement, Victor silently calculated the force and angle in his heart, and then he shouted confidently, "Windlass two and a half turns, elevation angle of 37.5 degrees!"

The witcher was so focused on observation that he didn't notice that King Foltest actually waved his hand to let the soldier in charge of the winch get out of the way, and personally wound up the crossbow and adjusted the angle.

Then the soldier raised the mallet and hit it heavily on the pin, and the crossbow was fired!

No need for a telescope, the naked eye can clearly see the results. The crossbow arrow drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately hit the protruding tower. The earl wearing red feathers must have been smashed to pieces!

"Ha, well done, beautiful performance!" Foltest clapped his hands, "Accurate crossbows can not only destroy the enemy's walls, but also knock down their morale. Viscount Corleone, the king is very satisfied with your service."

"It's my honor."

Sure enough, the rebels' crossbows became slower in firing rate, while Temeria's crossbows and catapults became more powerful and began to suppress them comprehensively.

"Gentlemen, keep going, don't waste time!" After saying that, the king led the way and left, and the direction he was heading was a siege tower.

"Siege tower" is a special siege weapon used to cross the strong walls of fortifications.

Its height is usually equal to or slightly higher than the wall, and the outer surface is covered with iron sheets to prevent fire. Soldiers are hidden in the hollow tower, and there are iron wheels underneath for propulsion.

When advancing, archers can stand on the top platform to attack, and when approaching the wall, the "crow drawbridge" will be lowered to connect the siege tower and the wall, and soldiers will be continuously sent to the wall.

Of course, this kind of equipment has a strong mocking effect on catapults or crossbows, and will definitely be hit during the advancement. Therefore, with Victor's simple war concept, it is difficult to understand why Foltest personally went out to supervise the attack of the first wave of siege towers.

Not long ago, the king said that he would let the witcher guard him. Victor almost thought that he would be in a safe place today. Now it seems that he was too naive. Perhaps this is why Foltest has been the commander many times and is known as the king of siege.

Inside the siege tower was a large troop transport space. After the soldiers were positioned, the king also began to climb up the wooden ladder.

"Wick, you don't mind if I call you that!"

"Of course not, Your Majesty."

"You know what? I'm ready to forgive Louisa, she just needs to kneel before her king."

"Your Majesty, you are so kind!"

The ballistas and catapults on the city wall were completely suppressed, and the slowly advancing siege tower made a rumble. As the three of them climbed up, the soldiers along the way knelt down to pay tribute to the king.

"Haha! Are you mocking me? I thought you were the least surprised person. Didn't you and Keira listen for a long time at the Chateau La Valredi? Louisa was just deceived by others, and she would soon understand She made mistakes, and most importantly, children need their mother."

"The deception of others...what does your majesty mean?"

"The thing is very simple. Louisa and I had a little dispute. She made a request that I couldn't do...do you understand?"

After many secrets learned by the sorceress and his understanding of the king, Victor could guess that Louisa wanted to be the queen. But unfortunately, the baron's widow who wants to become a queen will face no less resistance than the mother of "White Yada" who wanted to change from a sister to a queen.

When Foltest was young and vigorous, he failed to turn his sister into a queen despite the opposition of the nobles. Now he is much more mature and stable, and is even less likely to destroy the cornerstone of his authority for the widow.

Without waiting for Victor to answer, he continued, "The just-dead Earl Edgweli and other hyena-like nobles jumped out and claimed with venom that the evil king would take away her child. And they would protect the child, Even letting them ascend the throne... Then Louisa was deceived, and her motherly love was used. In fact, they just wanted to gain leverage to weaken the king's power!"

A small stone hit, breaking through the iron sheet and creating a hole. Several unlucky soldiers died on the third floor. However, the main structure of the siege tower was not damaged, and the forward speed did not slow down.

"Your Majesty, you are so kind, I sincerely think so."

Next, the king rambled on about his troubles and entanglements, and Victor did not answer again. He knew that Foltest was just speaking from his feelings, and that his identity was suitable for listening. He did not need the valuable advice of the witcher.

Finally, a few people climbed to the fourth floor, which was the starting point of the Crow Suspension Bridge. It seemed particularly spacious and open. There were kneeling soldiers on the ground, waiting for the king to encourage him before the battle.

Foltest raised his hands and shouted, "Guys, you look in good spirits!"

"Salute to the king!" After shouting in unison, the soldiers stood up at the same time, making the sound of armor rubbing against each other.

"Where are we going?"

Everyone: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"What do we want?"

Together: "Victory! Victory! Victory!"

"That's good, I like it!" Foltest clenched his fist and waved it into the air.

The armed soldiers roared with enthusiasm.

At this time, the Temerian officer on the lower floor shouted loudly, "Attention! We are about to lower the bridge, soldiers, prepare your weapons!"

Another "boom!" collision and shaking, the front edge of the siege tower reached the base of the city wall.

Then the Crow Suspension Bridge was lowered, and the sun shone on the inside of the attack tower. In front of them was a smooth road leading directly to the battlements, and the frightened faces of the rebels were clearly visible.

The battle began amid shouts of "For the King!" To Victor's amusement, the person shouting from the other side was also "For the King!"

This is indeed a war for the king, with both sides representing the upper body and lower body of the king respectively!

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As a military town that defended "Redania" in the north, the walls of Lavaredi Castle were quite thick and spacious enough to accommodate several carriages running parallel to each other.

This chaotic environment is where the witchers come in. The king waves them off to serve as assault arrows instead of following him.

Victor fights alongside Geralt.

The white-haired witcher's skill with the sword is like dancing, combining gorgeousness, speed and practicality. Or graceful, swift and deadly.

In comparison, the blond witcher looks quite simple. He adheres to the teachings of Vesemir and Eskar, making sure that his moves are simple and practical, and his advance and retreat follow the shortest distance. It is impossible to be gorgeous, and it is impossible to be gorgeous in this life, but In terms of killing efficiency, it won't be much inferior.

Broken limbs flew through the air, blood spattered, and soon the rebels were killed and retreated step by step. After determining the control of this section of the city wall, soldiers were continuously sent up from the siege tower.

"Wick, are you okay?" White Wolf suddenly asked during the fierce battle.

Viscount Corleone was in a happy mood, "Why do you ask this suddenly? I'm fine!"

"No, you don't look too good. Your eyes are red and you seem to be too excited. Do you need to step back and take a rest? Pay attention to adjusting your mental state when killing. I heard Lambert say that a year and a half ago you would even hesitate to kill someone. , is it really okay to have such an intense scene now?”

Blinking his eyes, Victor knew that the white wolf was talking about the flaming red eye state. Although it looked scary, this highly concentrated mental state allowed him to display his strongest swordsmanship.

Victor did not try to explain why he was hesitant about the robbers a few years ago. Their ideas were reasonable, and it would be troublesome to insist on proving the existence of Corleone.

"Believe me, it's really okay. It's great. We can continue the conversation that was interrupted just now! White Wolf, facing the generous Foltest, what makes you feel that you should leave?"

Seeing that the blond witcher behaved normally, the white-haired man put aside his worries. "There are many details, such as what we are doing now. Don't you find that the king's attitude towards us is as if he is treating another school?"

"Are you talking about the Cat School?"

Among the many schools of witchers, the Cat School was undoubtedly the first to adjust its business policy in the face of the change in human attitude from closeness to malice. They accepted to be hired as killers or murderers.

"At first, it was just to protect his safety, which was nothing, but now some of the king's requirements make people feel uncomfortable, and Foltest is not a person who is good at accepting rejection."

The steel sword cut across the rebel's throat, and the other party fell down with blood gushing out.

"Hahaha, I don't have any problem with the Cat School. Even if there are fewer monsters, people can't starve to death. They still have to make money to eat.

I just left Toussaint not long ago. Even the noblest knights would not be required to forbid killing. Are witchers more noble than them? Too high moral constraints, tying hands and feet is tantamount to self-castration!"

"Excuse me, but your "flexible" ideas are very dangerous. No assassination should be forgiven!"

"Times have changed, and concepts must change with them. Those things that you were not taught in school should be learned by witchers in the new era. For example, 'How to avoid being morally kidnapped', 'The art of negotiation', 'On communicating with nobles', 'Two or three things before armed debt collection'."

The key words were somewhat touched, and Geralt was suddenly speechless.

Victor continued, "In my opinion, you are the kind of person who is easily kidnapped by morality. As long as there is justice and justice, you can be forced to sacrifice and dedicate yourself. This is actually not good, especially for many people who care about you."

White Wolf's sword dance stopped because the surroundings were temporarily cleared, and the rebels on the next tower fortress were holding a flag with the family emblem belonging to the Lavaretti family.

Staring at the flag, he sighed, "Thank you, I will have a lot of time to consider your advice after today, and it's your turn to perform next."

Victor also wanted to sigh. Under the opposite flag, the young man wearing green armor had a haggard and hideous face that was unbelievable. The nobleman must have been suffering during this period.

After several soldiers who charged forward were shot down by crossbows, King Foltest shouted, "Aryan Lavaretti, surrender quickly. I promise as a king that I will give you appropriate treatment!"

"Go to hell! King, you will never break through my defense line!" Aryan's indignant roar was heard from far and near.

Foltest shook his head and turned to the witcher he had made an appointment with.

Victor, sensing the king's gaze, bowed slightly, "Your Majesty."

"You heard what he said. Now tell me, Victor, have you ever been disappointed by the rewards I gave you?"

"Never."

"Then this time is no exception. Go! Take people to force him to surrender or kill him, and you will get my reward."

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