Witcher's Atelier

The members who went to question the King Slayer were composed of Iorveth, Geralt of Rivia, and eight other Scoia'tael members, a total of ten people.

In the afternoon, dark clouds gathered, and the floating forest became darker and darker. They stopped outside the ruins of Kamaiwi.

Iorveth knew that Victor must be nearby, but what surprised him was that not only his men, but also he himself could not detect the opponent's position. The witcher also looked normal, obviously. Geralt also failed to notice the shadow following him.

After two years, the foreigner has made rapid progress. This skill of lurking in the jungle is really extraordinary. If he had this ability back then, he might not have been caught by him.

Shaking his head, Iorveth turned to Geralt, "We need to use some tricks to tell Letho that you caught me and will hand me over to him."

"What are you going to do?" The witcher said expressionlessly.

"I will be disarmed and my hands tied, and if you are not lying, his reaction will prove everything. Of course I don't trust you, so my warriors will provide cover if you dare to act rashly..."

"I know what you mean."

"No, I don't think so. Let's make it clear first. If you dare to mess around, they will tie you to an anthill, smear your face with honey, and your screams will ring through the sky, even the Storm Riders. I can hear you!"

Unfazed by Iorveth's threat, Geralt asked, "Do you really need to beat around the bush like this? Why don't we just talk to Letho directly?"

"Ayd f'haeil moen hirjeth taenverde. (Elvish)"

"'Conquer your opponents with courage, not brute force.' Right?"

Iorveth clapped dryly: "That's absolutely correct, let's go now."

…

At the same time, the time is not far away──.

The stones at his feet were slippery with moss, and he leaned against the tree trunk with his arms crossed. Victor's five senses ranged further than Geralt's, allowing him to wrap himself in a "chameleon cloak" and remain silent throughout the whole process.

As for his stealth skills, even with the guidance of a snake sect witcher, two years would not be enough to transform him. However, with the help of incredible alchemy, it is not difficult to get a cloak that can reduce the sense of presence.

But the funny thing is that he didn't realize until he followed here that the ruins of Kamaiwi were the place where memory roses were collected yesterday - the Garden of Eternal Love.

It is quite ironic that the eternal love of the elven era transformed into the ruins of Kamaiwei as humans...

Controlling his body's light movements, Victor did not want to alarm the Scoia'tael, so he decided to make a slight arc and approach the ruins of Kamavi from the other side.

As I breathed in, I felt the moist air in my nose, feeling that it would rain heavily soon.

Using both hands, he climbed up the ruined wall, and then——after a few months, the young man finally saw that damn bald head again. The burly man was as steady as granite, sitting by the fire not knowing what to think.

"Temadre-Sor! Why did you kill the king?" Although he wanted to roar, jump down, grab his collar and question him, but the sound of footsteps stopped him, and Iorveth and Geralt suddenly appeared in the ruins. Entrance.

After hesitating for a moment, he still adopted Angoulin's suggestion, "Wait, look, and collect some information."

…

Above the Rose Bathhouse, in front of the statue of Eldon and Semele falling in love.

The King Slayer stood up and stared at the elves and witchers with narrowed snake eyes. His hearing and smell did not detect the others.

Pushing Iorveth with his hands tied behind his back, the white wolf. Geralt of Rivia walked towards Reso of Guleta without concealment and stopped ten steps away.

Leisuo's voice was hoarse and low, "Geralt of Rivia...it seems I underestimated you!"

The witcher pushed Iorveth hard, "Indeed, we finally meet again, King Slayer!"

The giant man did not respond to the white wolf, but first looked at the elf who stumbled to the ground, "Haha! The cunning fox of the woodland, Iorveth, the spirit of revenge, I didn't expect that you would be caught."

The elf commander didn't have time to respond.

Geralt waved his hand to interrupt, "Kingslayer! I'm talking to you now. Say your name, witcher!"

Facing the white wolf's roar, Lei Suo chuckled twice, "...It turns out that I really don't remember. I was worried that you would ruin everything before.

Geralt of Rivia, we have met before, but you have lost your memory. But I will never forget, White Wolf, you once saved my life.

I am Reso from Guleta. We have fought side by side. It is a pity that you took the blame for Foltest, but I did not expect that you were the only one present at the scene. "

"Don't pretend to be familiar with me, you are just a stranger in my eyes. First Demavi, then Foltest...who else? What on earth do you want to do?

Silan has told me that you want to kill him. Tell me who you serve, and Iorveth will be at your disposal! "

With the unexpected message, Lei Suo's granite-like expression finally relaxed, "...Really? I didn't expect that sword didn't kill him!" Then he shook his head, "I can answer you, we are just for Serve yourself."

"us?"

"Kingslayer Group."

Having said this, Iorveth stood up slowly and glared at Letso with anger in his eyes, "So you are a betrayer... Letso! You have to pay the price for this, not only you, Seret and Oakes will also fall in a pool of their own blood."

"Oh! I don't think so. My companions will have completed their mission long before the Scoia'tael in the Pontar Valley learn of your death."

Geralt turned to the elf, "Serrit and Oakes, who are they?"

Iorveth replied bitterly, "The other two witchers, they are the kingslayers who cooperated with the Scoia'tael in Upper Arden."

"What tricks are you playing?" The atmosphere of the conversation between the cunning fox and the white wolf instantly made Letso take two steps back. He realized that the relationship between Geralt and Iorveth was not simple.

The witcher drew his steel sword, "I see no other choice... draw your sword. Kill Foltest and you will pay the price!"

"It's not yet time...and you are the only witness who saw what happened, so you will pay the price." The King Slayer also drew his steel sword.

Iorveth snarled, "You think there is a chance to escape? Vedrai! Enn'le!"

The eight Scoia'tael commandos who were waiting a little further away immediately came out through the forest after hearing the order, pointing their bows and arrows at Leiso.

Victor, who was watching the whole process, was shocked when he saw this. In just a few words, the situation took a turn for the worse. He really fulfilled what he had warned Angoulin in the first place, "Wait and see, and finally he will be forced to make a decision!"

With no time to think about it, the young man was about to rush out and attack the elves. He could not watch Lei Suo die in front of his eyes in cold blood without doing something to save it.

But suddenly there was another burst of crossbows, and the two Scoia'tael were shot down directly. It turned out to be Vernon Roche, leading more than a dozen blue-clad Iron Guards, charging out from the bushes on the other side.

Vernon Roche led the charge, "Kill the elves and seize the kingslayer!"

The commando team immediately turned to target the Iron Guards and shot down several people with a few arrows, but Lei Suo was free to turn around and retreat.

In the ruins of Kamavi, both sides actually wanted to capture the Kingkiller, but the Blue Guards and the Scoia'tael commandos were extremely jealous of each other's blood feud. There was no need for any explanation. Killing each other was the right thing to do, and the scene fell into chaos in an instant.

There were relatively few elves, and seeing the situation in danger, Iorveth struggled to break away from the rope and approached Geralt, "Give me the weapon quickly!"

In the flash of lightning, Geralt turned the hilt of his sword upside down, hit Iorveth hard on the chest and knocked him to the ground, then chased after Letho.

The white wolf sold the elf completely with this attack. Victor, who was standing high up, was dumbfounded and instantly realized that this was the result of information asymmetry.

Geralt had only heard what Loredo and Vernon Roche had said, and he definitely had no good intentions towards Iorveth. On the contrary, because of his own assurances and what he heard from the corner, the cunning fox was not very hostile to the white wolf and was unprepared. .

During the chaotic fight, Iorveth was found lying on the ground and could not catch his breath for a while. Vernon Roche killed the Scoia'tael blocking the way and slashed the elf's arm with a sword, intending to capture him and send him to the gallows.

──Wait and see again, and finally I was forced to make an immediate decision!

"Alder!" The impact of the seal came through the air, knocking back the leader of the blue-clad iron guard.

Stumbling to regain his footing, Roche couldn't believe his eyes.

"Temad Victor, what are you doing! Are you crazy!"

The young man stood in front of the elf, "... I'm sorry. Roche, but I can't let you catch Iorveth. He is my friend. Can you give me some face?"

"To give you Ma's face!" Vernon shouted loudly, activated the amulet on his chest with his left hand, and stabbed his chest with a sword with his right hand.

Pulling out the steel sword and moving away, Victor noticed that the surrounding magic was interfered with by the talisman on Roche's chest, affecting the use of the "sign".

Sure enough, there is something about royal agents. This kind of talisman is probably produced by a consultant. I don't know whether it was made by Keira or Triss. It is specially designed for people without magic power to fight against mages.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!" The sound of soldiers fighting continued. Without the seal, there would be no seal. Victor and Roche fought hard.

"King's Guardian!? Why is this sword in your hand?"

The witcher was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the gift Taller gave him was actually of some kind. He noticed that it was similar to the sword in his hand, and he suddenly felt confident. After blurting out the question, the blue-clad iron guard obviously thought of the answer.

"Betrayer! You are not worthy of using this sword! Since you are Iorveth's friend, you are also on the same side as the King Slayer!"

After parrying the sharp attack of the blue-clad iron guard, the witcher thrust back to force him back.

"Well... let's not talk about betrayal. The King Slayer and I are really not the same group, but... well, he is also my friend!"

He had wanted to make his position clear for a long time, and since the war started, Victor didn't want to delay, so he simply confessed to Roche clearly.

"I'm going to *die* you little bitch!"

Stimulated by adrenaline in his rage, Vernon Roche's sword became faster and heavier, and Victor was instantly at a disadvantage.

"Hey! Don't be so excited. Didn't you hear clearly? The King Slayer and I are not on the same team!" Not wanting to use bombs to deal with the blue-clad iron guard, the witcher struggled to hold on in the violent storm.

"You dare to say that it has nothing to do with the assassination?"

"I...you Temade are too tricky to ask!"

Sonorous! boom! The two collided and separated slightly.

Eldon and Semele - statues symbolizing love are in the background.

Victor. Corleone and Vernon. Roche, ready for the second round.

…

Flashing back a few minutes, there was another very important battle in the Garden, Geralt of Rivia versus Letho of Guleta.

"White Wolf, it's a pity that we are hostile. We were once close as brothers, but now we have to fight each other. I'm afraid I must kill you!"

"Come here, kingslayer, I am not the king!"

The attack begins!

Geralt's Pirouette sword dance was as nimble as a swallow, while Reso's steep steel sword stabbed as fiercely and cunningly as a venomous snake. The fight between the two of them was undoubtedly the most gorgeous and fiercest in the garden.

After a brief confrontation, they advanced and retreated, and suddenly stepped on a loose area at the same time. They fell at the same time.

With a splash of water, the white wolf and the venomous snake fell into the bathing pool covered with rose petals. The carved beams and painted buildings were exquisitely crafted, and the water fell from the vase on the shoulder of the fruit girl statue.

Rose Bathhouse - yesterday, Triss was fiercely fought here, and today Geralt will fight Reso again.

"Alder!" The magic signs were countered in unison, and each of them was shocked back a few steps. They took the opportunity to wade ashore, and then fought all the way from the bathing pool to the locker room with bangs and bangs.

The hollow room, the rubble collapsed, the terrible explosion and the sound of the blades colliding echoed in every corner. The Axis seal was meaningless in front of such an opponent with a will as strong as iron, but the other four seals were very important.

Alder impact, Igni fire, Quen defense and Arden slow down, in such a close combat, any mistake will cause a catastrophe.

In just a few minutes of passionate fighting, neither side could do anything to the other, but compared to the White Wolf who was confident, the Viper was a little anxious.

Because as long as the winner is decided above, no matter which side wins, it will not be friendly to him. In other words, as long as it drags on, the Kingslayer will end here.

At this moment, Letho suddenly thought of Geralt's weakness. As a comrade-in-arms who fought against the Wild Hunt side by side, he knew that Geralt's knee had an old injury and was once broken by an iron rod. If he seized that flaw, he might be able to defeat the White Wolf without killing him.

He did it as he thought, approached the Viper again and deliberately exposed the flaw, and then aimed at the opponent's knee when the White Wolf pressed over.

It was exactly as planned, "bang!" The two knees collided.

But then Letho, who was in great pain, was shocked, because Geralt did not fall down, but also endured the pain, raised his steel sword and chopped down hard!

White light flashed, and in an instant, countless images flashed through the mind of the Kingslayer.

At this time, he did not think about why Geralt's knees recovered.

If you lose, you lose. You owe a life, and it doesn't matter if you return your life to the other party. He just felt it was a pity, if he could live a little longer.

Some people say that the reason why you see the revolving lantern of life before death is that when a creature faces death, it looks for ways to avoid death from its memories so far.

At the last moment, in countless flashing images, he suddenly saw the boy on the Yaruga River. He was throwing stones and skipping them, smiling triumphantly.

Letho's eyes were calm.

Geralt's steel sword did not hesitate!

This sword was the end of the Kingslayer.

"Alder!"

The magnificent impact was as powerful as a mountain, and it shook the white wolf away.

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