Witcher's Atelier

"Why did it become like this... I was recognized by the king for the first time, and I had someone who could be loyal to me for the rest of my life. Two happy things overlapped. And these two joys brought me more and more The happiness that followed was supposed to be a time of happiness like a dream...but why did it become like this..."

──Captain of the Stone Crossbowmen. Norman. Shador's last words

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A huge shining golden mouth, a slender neck protected by spikes, and palms with claws. The vertical pupils look malicious, looking at the reptile below from a high place. There is no doubt that it is a "giant dragon"!

It is not the fantasy of a foolish peasant in the countryside, nor does it regard pterodactyls as giant dragons, but a real legendary creature with hard and magic-resistant scales, a fierce and incomparable intelligent being that spits out high-temperature flames from its mouth.

"Run quickly, hide in the doorway first!" The sun shone clearly, and he could see clearly that it was a golden dragon. Memories seemed to flash through his mind, but Geralt was so shocked that he did not dare to think about it. After warning, he pulled Triss. Rush forward.

"It's a dragon! Find cover first! Get to the fence!"

"Protect the king! Protect the king!"

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Don't be afraid, it's just a big lizard. Let's aim the stone crossbows at it!"

The flow of time suddenly slowed down, the surroundings were noisy, and various thoughts were intertwined in the air. There were voices of reason, panicked shouts, fearful prayers, and brave instructions.

Then when the flow of time resumed...the golden dragon waved its wings and paused in mid-air. It took a deep breath and washed the ground with brilliant dragon breath and flames.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Under the terrifying high temperature, the entire suspension bridge began to burn. Many soldiers still on the bridge fell into the sea of ​​​​fire, screaming one after another, and they were destined to be buried here.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's so hot!"

"Ah, I can't stand it anymore - I can't stand it anymore!"

"Save me, God...please have mercy..."

"No──Yavi is dead!"

Looking back at the hell on earth on the bridge, punching the wall in the doorway, Vernon Roche cursed bitterly, "Damn it! I would trade my legs for a heavy crossbow right now."

Beside him, important figures who also took the correct action and successfully hid under cover were King Foltest and the sorceress Triss who he supported. Merigold, and Geralt of Rivia.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and a burst of earth and rocks fell. This was the roar of the giant dragon, which was slamming into the tower. Seeing that the doorway was about to collapse, several people quickly relied on the bunker and continued to move to the next section of the city wall.

Triss murmured to herself as she ran, "I can't believe it! That's a living dragon!"

"Merigard, stop being amazed and think of a solution!" The king's voice was loud and his movements were quite agile.

"It came too fast, my king. Fighting against the dragon is not as easy as imagined!" Triss defended.

Foltest loosened his collar, "Then you'd better speed up and get it done before this beast turns my army into ashes!"

While the few people were talking and moving forward, the giant dragon in the sky was still attacking, spitting out fireballs one after another, knocking down the soldiers who were trying to fight back on the ground and leaving them dead and wounded.

The road ahead was blocked, and Vernon Roche stepped forward to move the collapsed wooden beam, "Witcher, your industry specializes in dealing with monsters! Tell me, how do you fight this kind of creature?"

Geralt stepped forward to help, "If we are in a town, there may be opportunities to use the terrain, but there is nothing I can do in an open environment. You can't defeat it without sufficient preparation!

All I can do now is run! Fleeing to the ballista on the city wall, we will be safe for the time being. Dragons are an intelligent race and will not approach heavy siege weapons easily. "

Pushing the wooden beam aside, Vernon Roche sighed, "Look at the damage and casualties it caused. I heard that witchers don't hunt dragons? If it's true, I have to say that your code is out of date!"

Geralt touched his nose and said, "Concerning inappropriate topics, you are the second person to say that today!"

"Wait! Where is Victor? Didn't he follow us?" King Foltest suddenly thought of the young demon hunter.

The other three people looked at each other for a moment. No one could answer this question. The situation suddenly became critical. No one noticed when it started. Victor. Corleone disappeared without a trace.

The voice of Geralt, the white wolf, was still firm, "Your Majesty, you have seen Wick's skills with your own eyes. Even a crossbow cannot hit him, let alone a fireball. I believe he was just temporarily separated."

After the king nodded in approval, the group of people were about to move forward when something unexpected happened behind them!

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To answer the question of where Victor is, we have to go back in time not long ago, when the dragon first attacked.

When the flow of time seems to slow down, the surroundings are noisy, rationality and panic are talking, fear and bravery collide, and all kinds of thoughts are intertwined in the air, the young witcher is the kind of silent one!

Vernon Roche supported King Foltest, and Geralt also held Triss's hand and ran toward the doorway. Victor, who was behind him, was thinking in his heart, what if in the worst case scenario, he had to fight the dragon? What are the means of counterattack?

It is said that the famous dragon hunters, the Chinfri Raiders, will use crossbows with ropes attached to shoot through the monster's wings and drag it down to the ground. However, facing the dragon's hard scales, they don't know how much will be left. Effect?

Although they have become famous in recent years, in fact, most of the people they killed were distant relatives of the dragons, very distant ones, such as fork-tailed dragons or pterodactyls.

Maybe try the Honeycomb or Dancing Star first? Then he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an epic North Wind bomb left in his bag.

Ideally, if North Wind could hit the dragon, it would most likely knock it down from the sky, and then everyone would come forward and beat it up without any sense of chivalry, and thus get the title of "Dragon Slayer"! ?

Imagination is rich, reality is skinny, terrifying black shadows swept across the sky, high-heat dragon flames spewed, and the soldiers on the bridge died one after another in wailing and screaming.

Seeing this hell scene, it was very cruel to say, but Victor felt a trace of joy in his soul.

Yes, it was joy!

In a short time, he thought of many things. In the alchemy world where he once lived, there were all kinds of dragons, and their number was so abundant that they could not be killed or exhausted.

They provide a huge amount of extraordinary materials for incredible alchemists, from dragon scales and blood, dragon claws and teeth to dragon meat, dragon bones and dragon whips. The dragon can be said to be full of treasures! It is said that my grandmother first killed a dragon when she was fifteen years old.

In the demon hunting world, there were many dragons that once existed. The reason why we say there were dragons is that they are now endangered. It is said that the last time someone saw a real dragon was decades ago.

In other words, although this creature is still active in the recitation of poems and folk songs, most ordinary people will never see it in their lifetime.

The legendary dragons in this era are really just legends.

So when Geralt relayed the scout's report in the morning, Victor didn't believe it at first and just listened to it as an interesting story. Even Geralt himself was telling it as a joke.

But the moment he saw it, there was no doubt that Victor knew that it must be a dragon as beautiful as it was. No other creature could have such a strong body, wide wingspan, majestic dragon head, and shocking roar - the mysterious power called dragon power.

So after it launched an attack and killed many people, the alchemist felt a little happy because the righteousness of the counterattack was in hand!

The main limitation that restricts his progress in alchemy is that precious materials and high-level void characteristics are hard to find, and a living dragon is undoubtedly a good thing with "dragon" all over its body!

Riding or killing it is just a secondary issue!

Victor subconsciously gave up the dialogue option. Since the other party has launched an attack, he should assume that there is no intention to negotiate. If he doesn't take advantage of so many helpers now, will he leave it for a one-on-one duel later?

Rational Victor is greedy, and chaotic Corleone is second-rate. It only takes one second for them to reach a consensus, "Kill it! It's all mine! (Requiem for the victims!)"

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Being in a safe area away from the dragon fire, noticing King Foltest's gaze, the other three also looked back, and for this reason they were fortunate to witness the moment of the birth of a legend.

At the moment when the golden dragon hovered low again, took a deep breath and prepared to spit out flames!

While other soldiers were running for their lives, a young man in full armor was doing the opposite. He ran against the current and came close to the dragon, almost at the dragon's mouth, face to face with it.

Then he burst into a thunderous voice: "Vos-lo-da--!"

The earth was shaking, and the wind and clouds were shaking! ! !

The roar he had never experienced before made the golden dragon's body shake, and he was unable to spit out dragon fire. Realizing that the dragon was indeed not comparable to the siren, vibrating the eardrum could not shake it down. Victor threw two honeycombs into its mouth without hesitation, giving it a blowjob.

"Bang!" The golden dragon roared furiously, and Angulan, who should have rushed up to attack the wings at this time, was frightened by the dragon's might. He stopped not far away with the golden eagle, and his legs and feet were weak and unable to move.

"Dragon's might" is enough to make the bravest people tremble, but it can't scare Victor in the fiery red eyes. The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage! Greedy adventurers are fearless! As long as you drop treasure, God will kill you!

Unable to rely on the golden eagle to damage the wings as expected, Victor sensed that the dragon was ready to spread its wings and flew high. He did not hesitate to use his last trump card, the epic frost bomb ── "North Wind". The cold temperature burst from behind, and even the dragon scales that resisted magic were covered with a layer of white frost. The golden dragon could no longer control its body and fell to the ground from the air.

The so-called hero is a role model! Victor, who is well versed in human nature, pulled out the Fiery Strike and shouted: "Kill the dragon and get the bounty!"

The soldiers, with high morale, raised their weapons to attack, but they were limited to long-range crossbows. They were still a little hesitant to get close to the dragon.

Fortunately, Angulan was the first to respond actively. She jumped, and the golden eagle in her hand flashed. The extraordinary armor-breaking effect directly penetrated the scales, and "Puff!" It deeply penetrated the dragon's abdomen.

The power of role models is infinite. Seeing that someone succeeded, the other soldiers thought of the bounty and their eyes turned red. No one cared about the dragon's power anymore, and they rushed to cut it into pieces.

Of course, Victor was not afraid to lead the charge, and the flaming strike pierced deeply into the dragon's shoulder. The golden dragon turned its head and looked at Victor. The dragon's eyes, as big as a human face, deeply engraved the shadow of this man in its heart.

Then it suddenly turned around in anger, throwing all the people around it away. A crossbow shot from a distance and hit the golden dragon heavily. Knowing that it had lost its advantage in surprise attack, the dragon flapped its wings and quickly rose into the sky.

And everyone saw that when the golden dragon turned around just now, it threw Temeria's golden eagle Angulan and the unstoppable witcher Victor off the city wall. In addition, there was a bottomless abyss below. They must have been──

--They are all alive. As a user of Eagle Vision, Angouleme is not afraid of falling as long as there is a place to gain leverage. She steps on the tiptoes to gain leverage, and her descent speed is greatly slowed down.

On the other side, Victor is even more leisurely, and directly takes out a parachute from the herb bag. Once in Vizima City, he made a hang glider for Batman. Naturally, the herb bag will not lack such high-altitude slow-descent life-saving equipment.

King Foltest first looked at the flying dragon, which was only a black dot, and then looked at Victor and Angouleme, who were also only black dots, and laughed happily, as if the thrill just now was just an entertainment show. He turned to Vernon Roche, "Although I don't think I will forget it, you still help me remember it. When they come back, I will give them a reward that everyone will be jealous of. I want everyone to envy them."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

"Now let's go to the monastery! Merigold, you are responsible for finding out what this dragon is all about!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Several people followed Foltest and left, and Geralt, who was walking at the end, looked down from the broken wall and saw a misty valley below.

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In the misty valley──

Through the faint dusk, relying on Eagle Vision, Angouleme quickly found Victor's back sitting on the ground.

The young man with his back to him was shaking his shoulders, making obscene laughter, and rubbing his hands in front of his lower abdomen.

As an adult, Angouleme certainly understood what the leader was doing, but he had just fought a fierce battle with a dragon, and then fell from a high place to the bottom of the valley, and then he started sharpening his spear? Such confusing human behavior... belonged to the category that she could not understand at all. Could it be that he was under too much pressure and couldn't help but want to relieve stress?

Standing there, Angouleme hesitated whether to go forward and say hello. It is said that people who are interrupted will be very angry... Fortunately, Victor quickly noticed her subtle breathing and waved to her sideways.

Thank God, the leader was wiping the scales... not sharpening the spear.

The team members finally understood what the obscene laughter was about. This dragon scale must be very precious, which made him so happy.

"Are you hurt?" Victor asked.

Angulan sat down cross-legged, "No. I'm sorry, I wanted to rush forward, but my hands and feet kept moving."

"Don't worry, none of us has experience dealing with dragons, and that's the might of a dragon! You can be the first to rush up to finish off the enemy, which fully proves your courage!"

Angulan stared at the claw marks on Victor's chest armor, "Is it worth it? Taking such a big risk!"

He knocked on the Udvik armor, "It's not as dangerous as you think. Plate armor can be hit by a giant's stick, and it won't be a big deal if it's hit by a dragon's claw! Just don't take a fireball head-on.

And this scale is indeed very precious. Although it doesn't have the void feature, it can greatly increase the toughness after grinding and adding it to forging items. I tend to use it in armor upgrades first. What do you think?"

"Captain, you have the final say. What about the Flame Strike?" Angulan asked, noticing that Victor's scabbard was empty.

The witcher clenched his fist, "It was stuck in the golden dragon's shoulder and taken away by it. Sooner or later, I will find this guy. It is destined to belong to me!"

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