Witcher's Atelier

This tower stands high on the city wall. The empty terrain in front is very suitable for the defenders. The stone crossbowman hides behind a good bunker and shoots cold arrows from a high position, easily defeating the waves of armed soldiers who rush up. Back.

But for Victor, this is not an insurmountable problem. The assets that the young witcher possesses include not only strong arms and bodies, but also clear thinking and a flexible tongue.

The former has many smart and capable people willing to testify, and the latter has the sorceress Keira willing to vouch for it. There are not much details to tell, but in short it is very powerful, and whoever uses it will know how powerful it is!

After observing the entire stretch of empty terrain, Victor was confident that he would dodge the crossbow volleys from above and charge forward. However, after charging over, he still needed more insurance to help the fools above recognize him correctly.

So he turned to his side, "Geralt, I need your assistance. I will rush forward first to attract most of the attention. Please follow me. The intimidation of the two witchers can Let their boiling blood calm down faster."

"Okay, but maybe I should be allowed to go first. After all, I am better at using the Kun En Sign than you..." White Wolf couldn't continue because he saw Victor pinch out the Kun En Sign.

The golden shield emerging around the young man's body is crystal clear, full of light, and full of substance. A profound memory was suddenly awakened--in his career of more than a hundred years, he had only met a witcher of the Griffin School when he was young--Jeron. Moru, has performed such a powerful Quen Sign that not even Master Vesemir can do it.

How did this young man do it? What kind of harsh green grass trial did he undergo? In just a few months, he could advance the power of the seal to this level, which is enough to suppress the "magic sense" of the mage apprentice.

Not noticing Geralt's sudden distraction, Victor replied confidently, "Don't worry, my body reacts very quickly, especially now that it's in excellent condition!"

The white-haired witcher didn't ask why he was in perfect condition now. He just picked up the Quen Seal and prepared to follow the blond witcher in the charge.

"Tiger!" When Victor took off like the wind, there was an immediate commotion on the tower, because he rushed so fast that even Arian couldn't see clearly who was coming. All the crossbowmen had already started shooting in unison.

Geralt followed immediately, and in his field of vision, he could clearly see the young man in front of him, moving around like a ghost, making incredible circuitous advances and retreats. Such pure physical exertion awakened another memory - in his career of more than a hundred years, there was only one demon hunter of the Cat School - Lello's Cat. Bren, who had demonstrated such excellent lightning reflexes, couldn't even do it himself.

The slight distraction did not affect the movement of his feet, and the white wolf, which was not being paid much attention to, could accelerate at full speed. Soon the two witchers rushed through the open area amidst the exclamations of everyone on the field, and the shadows submerged under the tower disappeared without a trace.

…

Cutting away the soldiers blocking the road along the way, neither of them spoke. Geralt was immersed in the newly awakened memory, while Victor was thinking of ways to impress Aryan.

The force was like breaking bamboo, the wind was furious, and after kicking away the last blocker, the witchers climbed to the top of the tower and faced the rebels' theoretical leader──Arian. pull. Varetti.

Wearing turquoise armor, the young warrior's chest heaved and shouted loudly, "The famous witcher, Geralt of Rivia, I didn't expect you to fall to this level and become the king's thug! And you, Victor!" , my friend, seeing you in this situation, I have to say it is really regrettable.”

"My friend Aryan, in this situation, it would be a great pity if I didn't show up in time."

"There is nothing to say. I have made up my mind. Geralt of Rivia. I heard that you are the strongest swordsman in the north. It is time to confirm this rumor!"

Victor swept his eyes, and Arian's handsome face was now mixed with anger, hatred, confusion and many other indescribable emotions. On the battlefield, people's sanity will be reduced to its lowest point, especially in desperate situations. The more than fifty subordinates around him, their armors were still shining brightly, but their expressions were tense and they were sweating profusely.

Finding a flaw to cut through, he spoke loudly, "No, we have a lot to say. Look at the subordinates behind you. They are willing to die for you, so let us be reasonable, Arian, and don't let the excitement Affecting the functioning of reason, we always do, don’t we?

Why not stop the killing? The number of people who died today was enough to satisfy even the devil. If you surrender, Foltest is willing to treat you and your men with courtesy, and the king also promises that as long as you and Lady Louisa are willing to bend the knee to him, the Lavaretti family will continue to exist. "

"Who can guarantee that he won't behead us all in the end?" Your Excellency roared sharply.

"There are certain secrets we share that I have sworn to keep for my friend until the end of my life..."

Most of the determination on Arian's face suddenly disappeared. He avoided Victor's gaze and said, "Yes... damn... our common secret, you swore it in the name of your grandfather..."

Although he knew that the occasion was very inappropriate, Geralt's expression became quite strange when he heard Arian's words, and he almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, Victor attracted most of the attention and no one noticed him. strange.

As Angouleme's dear uncle, of course he had heard from her about how she viewed the oath Victor swore in his grandfather's honor.

This young man is definitely an extraordinary and ruthless character. As Triss's pillowcase, and having just listened to the conversation between Victor and Foltest, Geralt knew exactly what secret they were referring to. When he swore to keep the secret, he definitely didn't want to break his promise, but even at that moment, he didn't use his own name, but decisively swore on his grandfather's honor.

This is a young man who both values ​​his vows and makes fun of them! His "dexterity" is probably even inferior to that of the Cat School. Fortunately, he is on his side. Geralt could feel that he recognized and favored him beyond imagination.

At this time, the nimble young man was still talking: "Baron, look below, the king is leading a large army, and you only have a few warriors and your reputation, and after a while, you will not even have these." There will be leftovers!

Looking back on when we were kidnapped together, you said that when things can't change, we try to accept it. This is not a game, no one needs to die, as long as you surrender, the king will show mercy! "

But Aryan's response was to pull out the steel sword, and the subordinates beside him also drew their swords, reflecting the light in the midday sun, "Victor, listen, my mother has had enough of this king's mercy! He actually wanted to take away my younger siblings and ask her to admit to the whole kingdom that my father gave her permission to have a child with the king, and after all this, he even refused to marry my mother!”

The situation is tense, the situation is tense in the real sense! Noticing that the stone crossbowman who was originally aiming downwards also turned his direction and pointed the crossbow at the two of them, Geralt had an indifferent smile on his lips and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword. He was ready for battle.

But at this critical moment, solemn music suddenly sounded from Victor's body, the low drum beat and the melodious melody.

This turning point came very suddenly, but the strange thing was that after hearing this music, the attack gesture that Arrian was about to make was frozen. He stared fiercely at Victor's face, gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.

A smile, although he was surrounded by many people, Victor's voice was fearless, "Listen, this Game of Thrones! The music I composed to mourn old Barron, you will definitely not forget it so quickly! Could it be that today Do you want to end with this music too?

think about it! Aryan, what would your father do if he faced this situation? Bloody heroism doesn't change reality, so please, put down your weapons, for the sake of our drinks together! For the sake of the sunset that day! "

"Game of Thrones" has a melodious melody.

Amid the beat of the drums, Arian's face turned as pale as a dead man, and a dying sob suddenly came out of his throat, "Victor...if there is anything wrong with my mother, I will definitely find you and kill you!"

"Don't worry, I swear on my grandfather's honor, no one will be cruel enough to hurt Mrs. Louisa!"

After taking a few deep breaths, Arrian turned the hilt of the sword upside down and let it fall to the ground. The subordinates who followed him looked at each other in confusion at first. Maybe some of them were unwilling to do so, but in the end they all let go and put down their weapons.

He took out the music box from his arms and handed it to Arian. Victor nodded to him, walked to the battlement, took down the Lavaredi family flag, and replaced it with the Temerian Lily flag.

There was a roar of cheers from below.

Seeing that the dust had settled, Foltest was in a good mood and grabbed the lucky guy next to him, "Soldier, tell me your name? Wait... I've seen you before, you were in the battles of Brenner and Pontal Valley You have served me, your name is Norman Shador, right? Are you still a crossbowman?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, fate has not been kind to me."

The soldier who was recognized was so excited that his whole body trembled. It was a mixture of excitement and emotion. Such a noble Majesty actually remembered his own name!

Foltest patted him on the shoulder, "Nonsense, fate is very kind to you, she just lifted up her skirt to you!

Norman. Shador, because you have served the king loyally for many years, from now on, you are the Captain of the Stone Crossbowmen! "

The soldier shed tears of happiness and knelt down to once again swear allegiance to the king.

As the lingering sound lingered above, "Game of Thrones" continued.

…

Some time later, in the Temerian camp area, Nilfgaard ambassador Hillard. Fitz. Oyestelan, touching the sun emblem on his chest, listened to the latest report from his subordinates.

"...Your Excellency, this is what happened. Baron La Valette surrendered. It is estimated that the inner city will not be able to stop them for long. The King of Temeria will soon head to the monastery under the escort of two witchers."

"Lavaredi's defeat was expected, but the question is Victor Corleone... why did he appear here! Does he really have the ability to predict the future and see through the future? Why now? He wants to appear here With Foltest?"

He was involved in some conspiracy arrangements, and his subordinates were very aware of how difficult the task would be when the number of guards changed from one witcher to two, so he was so nervous that he was sweating profusely, and he did not dare to respond to Hillard's soliloquy.

After pondering for a moment, the ambassador shook his gray head and said, "Forget it, the sun is shining brightly. We have done what we can. Next, let's watch the performance of the witchers! Who could have imagined that after being marginalized for hundreds of years, Will they be a key player on this stage again?"

The subordinates looked at the unpredictable commander with trepidation.

Hillard didn't bother him for too long. He walked up behind him with a smile, held his mouth and stabbed the dagger straight into his heart.

"Nilfgaard will never forget your sacrifice."

…

In front of the inner city gate, the officer was shouting to the city tower, "Aryan Lavaredi has ordered the castle to surrender. Please open the gate quickly!"

"Is the Baron still alive?" the person on the tower responded.

"Yes, he is still alive. Open the door and kneel down to your king, and he will forgive you!" the officer continued to persuade.

But it was obvious that the people on the tower were still hesitant and showed no signs of opening the door and surrendering immediately.

Crossing his arms, "It seems we are in a dilemma now." Geralt whispered to Triss who rushed to the battlefield.

The red-haired and green-eyed sorceress was wearing a light hunting suit today, and her tight-fitting clothing outlined her figure perfectly. "It's true, my magic is of no use now, and if it continues any longer, the main enemy force on the Pondar River will We're forced back into town!"

Geralt lowered his voice, "I have a suggestion, do you want to go back to the tent? The camp should be comfortable and empty now. Just you and me, we can enjoy a cozy time."

Triss smiled charmingly, "Ah! You have posed a difficult problem for me. This is really an exciting proposal..."

"Please forgive me for interrupting!" Victor answered coldly, "Help you two, can you wait and see what the occasion is before flirting? We are negotiating and fighting here."

Although Geralt and Triss spoke very quietly, Victor had extraordinary hearing, so their whispers were as clear as if they were spoken in his ears.

The sorceress covered her mouth and snickered.

White Wolf directly sarcastically said, "I dare say that if Keira appears here, you will drag her away without even asking."

The blond witcher shrugged his shoulders and made no comment.

At this time, a commotion broke out on the city tower, and a group of troops in blue appeared and fought with them for control of the city gate. Victor saw a familiar figure among them, which was the golden eagle of Temeria. Angouleme.

No wonder the blue-clad iron guard is not with the king today. It turns out that he was sent to perform a special mission.

Not long after the chaos ended, the suspension bridge of the inner city gate suddenly fell. At the other end of the bridge stood the commander of the blue-clad iron guard with a black turban on his head, a stern face and a stern face. Vernon Roche.

Victor, Geralt, and Triss followed the king's footsteps and walked forward onto the suspension bridge.

"Your Majesty." He stopped nearby and the blue-clad iron guard bowed deeply. He was decorated with an exquisite iron chain around his neck.

"Vernon Roche, you did a great job." The king smiled and patted him on the shoulder to express encouragement, "Now tell me about the situation in the city."

"Your Majesty, according to your instructions, the Blue Iron Guard used fishing boats to cross the river to sneak attack on the town, destroying most of their defense facilities. The remaining Lavaredi army is gathering to establish a stronghold near the temple."

Foltest showed a proud smile, "As expected, what about the Baroness?"

"She's alive and safe in the distance."

"I hope nothing is wrong with her."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. As you ordered, she is unharmed and still beautiful, but the children are not with her..."

"I'm sure you know where they are."

"Yes, Your Majesty, in the monastery, but we don't have control of that area yet..."

"It doesn't matter, I believe in your work efficiency."

Listening to the conversation between the king and the Iron Guard, Victor immediately put his mind at ease. It was obvious that Arrian's worries were completely unnecessary. Foltest was not being perfunctory, but really cared about Lady Louisa.

A ruthless and passionate emperor.

...Suddenly, he frowned, because the Wolf Faction badge was vibrating violently. He looked at Geralt, and Geralt looked at him. Then he noticed something at the same time, and they suddenly turned to the sky!

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