Witcher's Atelier

The gray sky finally fell with drizzle, and two people were fighting fiercely near the ruins of Kamaiwei deep in the floating harbor forest. They are Vernon Roche of the Blue Guards and Iorveth of the Scoia'tael.

Not long ago, under the cover of Victor, Iorveth recovered and obtained weapons, and took over the battle with Roche. The elves were also under his command, and the resistance became systematic and organized.

Soon after, the Scoia'tael patrol passing by discovered the situation, sent someone to report it, and joined the battle. The advantage of the Blue Guards' surprise attack suddenly disappeared.

The situation changed, and the pigs and sheep changed colors, until finally... the "King's Defender" was strangled, Vernon Roche was kicked to the wet turf, and Iorveth's scimitar was pressed against his throat.

The elf stretched his neck, and the iris tattoo was particularly clear. "A special force created by Foltest after fighting the Scoia'tael during the First Nilfgaardian War. Its members are all selected veterans and professional players." ”

The scimitar picked up the armband of the blue-clad iron guard and held it in his hand, "Roche, thank you for sending me this Temerian Lily emblem. The only thing I lack is it. So far, I have defeated all the special forces in the north. commander.

Elaine tedd a'taeghane! (What a great time today!)”

The blue-clad iron guard stared at the opponent unyieldingly, "Humph! Despicable murderer, let's do it!"

The cunning fox in the forest shook his head with a smile, "No, Roche...I won't kill you. Our elves will not kill the last member of the losers, and you are Victor's friend. Killing you will hurt his feelings.

I owe him a favor and give him face!

Vernon. Roche, live and remember that Iorveth defeated you, and never forget that he can defeat you again at any time.

Va Fail! (goodbye!)"

After saying that, the elf sheathed the sword, turned around, pushed aside the bushes, and walked away briskly.

With the other person's back imprinted in his heart, Vernon Roche beat the ground and shouted, "Iorveth, you made a big mistake. One day, I will find you. I swear!"

…

A drizzle fell from the gray sky, and in the Rose Bathhouse under the ruins of Kamaiwe, three witchers who influenced the fate of the continent met here.

They are white wolves respectively. Geralt of Rivia, King Slayer. Leitho of Guleta, and the Dragonborn. Victor of Keldro.

The sneak attack "Alder" hit him with a bang, and the white wolf was blown away and crashed into the wall.

Getting up from the ground and meeting Victor's eyes, Leisuo tapped his chest and walked past, leaving the bathhouse without looking back.

Standing up from the rubble, Quen's bodyguard Geralt was not injured, but even if he was not injured, when he saw the King Slayer running away from him, his eyes towards Victor became sharp.

"Why do you do this?"

"Leso is my friend."

"Cang!" There was a loud sound from the attack, followed by the continuous sound of the collision of the blades. Pirouet's sword dance caught the blond demon hunter off guard.

Geralt has never fought against Victor, but he has the experience of fighting side by side and has some knowledge of his abilities.

In terms of seals and alchemy, he can be called a genius of one generation. He can understand any seal at a glance and learn it masterly. For example, "Yadeng. Binding Seal", he can use it immediately after seeing himself demonstrate it once.

Not to mention alchemy, from the potion to treat Triss, to Leo's herbal medicine, to all kinds of powerful formulas, he even helped heal old knee injuries.

Such an opponent is certainly difficult to deal with, but fortunately he is not without weaknesses. His shortcoming is his lack of experience in swordsmanship, which he can only rely on his super-fast reflexes to make up for it.

This flaw will not be exposed when facing weak opponents, but in a competition between masters, it is an opportunity to take advantage of.

So now that he decided to start a war, the white-haired witcher immediately wrapped his opponent in his Piruet sword dance.

Victor has never fought Geralt, but as a healer, he knows Geralt's physical condition well.

Although the proficiency of the seal is not as good as that of the White Wolf, its power is slightly better. The reflex speed is superior to that of the opponent, but the swordsmanship skills cannot be compared with the enemy's experience.

Victor knew that Geralt wanted to force him away and pursue Leisuo, so that he would not kill him cruelly, but he could definitely do it with a moderate chop.

You can only go all out!

Have to go all out!

Given the opportunity, the two went all out!

Logically speaking, Victor would be at a disadvantage as soon as he engaged in the battle, but his reflexes were faster than usual. He was so fast that he blocked Geralt in the gap without giving an inch.

Under the dim light, Bai Lang noticed the beautiful and bright battle lines on the other person's face. The white-haired witcher, who was extremely experienced in fighting enemies, could tell at a glance that it must be some kind of toxic reaction, but he didn't understand why such lines were formed. The reason why the blond witcher was able to block him was that he had obviously drunk the potion before rushing in.

"Blizzard" increases reaction speed and "Thunder" increases strength, effectively making up for the lack of swordsmanship experience and skills. Victor is not an opponent who can be defeated in a short time. Geralt knows that the escape of the king-slayer is a foregone conclusion.

Thunder rumbled, water rushed, and the sword flashed coldly.

"Whoa!" White Wolf's steel sword grazed the bridge of the Dragonborn's nose, and was only an inch away from making another scar at the same location.

"You can't help Lei Suo. It's just that the situation is chaotic now, and there is room to fish in troubled waters. But no matter which side wins, they will eventually hunt down the King Slayer and kill him. The difference is that Roche will take him back for trial, while Iorveth will take action directly."

The Dragonborn slashed as fast as lightning, hitting Qiang Sword's body hard, and White Wolf could barely block it.

"Indeed! But there is one thing you said wrong. If Iorveth wins, he should be willing to let the King Slayer go for my sake. At least this time, let Leisuo leave the Floating Harbor Forest safely. question."

Swords and swords collide!

"what have you done?"

"The opposite of what you did."

After taking a few steps back, the white wolf stopped attacking and the dragonborn did not approach.

Although they were fighting fiercely, the voices above could be heard below the bathhouse, and the cries of the elves kept coming, indicating that the Scoia'tael's backup troops were arriving in a steady stream, and the victory or defeat in the Kamawe Ruins was already decided.

Victor turned sideways to make way, "Please! Iorveth is a cautious guy, and if you give him that one blow, he will hold a grudge for a long time. For my sake, even if he catches you, you won't die." , but certainly not very comfortable.”

Geralt's eyes looked at the young man, his eyes became a little gentler, and then he returned the sword to its sheath with a "click".

Victor also sheathed his sword, "Don't hold grudges, I have no choice. If Leisuo wanted to kill you just now, Alder would have hit him."

The white wolf shook his head, passed by the Dragonborn, climbed up with agility, and quickly disappeared from sight.

And looking at Geralt's back, thinking that he had no choice twice in a row, Victor took a deep breath, and suddenly fired an Alder on the wall, causing stone chips to fly, "Temaad!"

…

The gray sky was full of depression and tears. After calming down in a good mood, the witcher crawled out of the bathhouse.

In front of the statues of Eldon and Semele, which symbolize love, there are corpses of elves and humans everywhere. Some humans do not wear iron guard uniforms, and may be the subordinates of the floating port guard Luo Leduo.

Seeing Victor appear, Iorveth and another female elf approached.

"How are you doing there? Where is the King Slayer? Where are they?"

"He escaped when I blocked the white wolf. I don't know where he is. I have to start searching for his whereabouts."

Iorveth hugged Victor, "Don't worry, my brother Wick, he can't come and go freely in the forest without the help of elves. We will catch him soon."

Somewhat uncomfortable with this kind of closeness, Victor pushed the other person away, "Io, there's no need for this, I just have no choice!"

The elf commander smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. The most sincere decision is to make an instant decision, and humans will soon help you make a decision. Please remember that the Scoia'tael is your solid backing.

You helped me and I won't forget it. But if you want to keep Reso, you may need to do more, because I just let Vernon. Roche, for your sake. "

Blinking, no need to doubt what the other person said, the witcher nodded in appreciation. If Roche died here because of his intervention, he could accept the reality, but he would also feel very uncomfortable.

Iorveth pushed out the female elf next to him, "Get to know her, my new lieutenant Lanxi Isnilan - Silan's sister. And he is my brother Victor Corleone, our relationship It’s built on mutual respect and understanding!” At the end of the sentence, he laughed heartily.

Victor, who was subtly mocked, smiled helplessly.

Not understanding the tacit understanding between the two, Lan Xileng stood aside.

The witcher reached out to her proactively, "Nice to meet you, Lan Xi. I'm sorry about Xi Lang."

Somewhat similar to her brother's handsomeness, Lanxi, who was wearing dreadlocks, held Victor's hand and said, "I'm not sad. Xilang sacrificed for our ideals. Everything is worth it. He just took the first step." , wait for me where the apple trees bloom."

Regarding the elven faith, the witcher said nothing more. He let go and looked at Iorveth, "Then, I'm going to follow Leisuo's traces. If you catch him first, please."

The elf commander was calm and composed, "Wick, although I have a lot to tell you, now is obviously not the time. You are in a hurry to chase Leitho. In short, you have my promise. If the Scoia'tael captures that guy, he will Will survive, I also want to know why he wants to kill me."

Victor caressed his chest in greeting, and the elves bowed slightly in return.

Activating his extraordinary five senses and tracing the disappearing traces in the rain, the witcher left the ruins of Kamaiwi.

…

And while Victor was tracking Leisuo, in a different world in infinite time and space, on a modern ship, Ciri woke up from a nightmare again!

"Geralt! Wick! No!" Ciri sat up sweating. She dreamed of her brother Victor, whom she regarded as a relative, and her adoptive father Geralt, chopping each other amidst the falling rose petals.

Although the picture she saw was very blurry, there was no doubt about the danger of the swords and swords. Anyone who slacked off might lose his life!

Although she couldn't understand why Victor fought with Geralt, she knew that the vacation was over again.

One hand stretched out from the quilt and pulled the towel beside the bed to wipe away her cold sweat, "Xili, are you okay? Are you dreaming about the past?"

Looking at the gentle and considerate woman next to her, Xili didn't know what to say for a moment.

She is Laura Croft, a brave female college student. They met on an island closed by abnormal weather.

They fought side by side against many bad guys, defeated the legendary Queen Yamatai, brought the island back to light, and jointly developed fourteen ways to use the nunchaku.

But on the boat returning to Laura's hometown, Ciri's sudden nightmare reminded her that she still had unfinished responsibilities.

Jumping off the bed, she took out the leather armor and steel sword from under the bed, "I'm sorry, something bad happened in my hometown, and I must try to return to solve it."

Laura, who was wearing a ponytail, had moist eyes and got out of bed to help Shirley put on her equipment, "I've known for a long time that one day you would leave, but I didn't expect that day to come so quickly!"

"I...I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, there are so many secrets in the world, and you have opened a door for me. I think since you can come here, maybe one day I will go find you. Let's fight against the unknown mysteries together!"

Moved, Xili hugged her best friend tightly. Then, with Laura's encouraging eyes, he started the "unreliable time travel" again and headed to the next unknown world.

…

In the floating forest, Victor continued to track Leisuo. This operation was not difficult.

The giant man's footprints were easy to distinguish, and the situation of being hunted did not allow him to do any additional cover-up. The traces were almost in a straight line leading to the floating port.

While chasing, Victor first wondered why Leisuo ran to the floating port, and then thought that he had a mask and a chameleon cloak that hid his body shape, so it would not be difficult for him to blend into the crowd.

And it was also mentioned in the conversation just now that Seret and Oaks are in the Pontar Valley upstream. The giant octopus monster that originally blocked the passage has been removed, and now it is easy to find ships to swim upstream. From Victor's understanding, Leisuo would never abandon them.

In addition, next to Reso's traces, you can also see the footprints left by Geralt. He also did not need to cover up and went straight to the floating port. Although he was blocked and lost the opportunity, White Wolf did not seem to give up the pursuit.

The rain kept falling in the gloomy sky, soaking into the leather armor and seeping into the clothes. It was very uncomfortable against the skin. Unknowingly, Robin Dan was watching.

Suddenly, Victor stopped because he saw the familiar elf Sedek walking towards him, his chest completely stained red with blood.

The witcher hurriedly stepped forward and helped the other person under the tree, "What's going on with you? Who hurt you?"

"It's you, Dragonborn. Goodbye... Soon I won't feel the pain anymore... I've always wanted to die among the trees."

Victor opened Sedek's clothes, and the neat scars seemed familiar, the work of a master swordsman. The alchemist took out a bandage to bandage him, and then poured alcohol to disinfect it. The elf hissed and gasped in pain.

After the emergency response was completed, Victor noticed someone approaching. It was a sound he was used to hearing in Kaer Morhen. Geralt didn't mean to hide it, and the footsteps stopped behind him.

"I'm here to see him. Is Selik okay?" White Wolf asked.

Victor did not answer him directly, but spoke to the elf, "Don't worry! My dear Celebric, you will die sooner or later, but not today. Now tell me what happened! Then drink this potion and sleep. Go to sleep and you will feel much better when you wake up.”

Staring at the witcher, the elf hesitated at his words. In his opinion, such an injury was hopeless.

But he originally planned to explain, so he gasped, "Triss asked me to help collect some materials. When I was bringing things to her, a witcher rushed in and attacked us. I tried to protect Triss. Si...but he moves too fast, I can't fight against him."

Victor's expression suddenly turned gloomy, who else could Temade...?

"He hit Triss before she could finish her spell. This man knows how to deal with a sorceress... I heard her yell Letso!

Then he forced Triss to cast a spell to open the portal, and he wanted to go to Upper Aedirn... near the dwarf town of Vergen. "

Behind him came the sound of Geralt gritting his teeth.

"Triss said this was crazy and she didn't have the exact coordinates... The man looked at her weirdly and threatened, 'You'd better do your best, you go first and I'll follow.'

Then I passed out. When I woke up they were gone and I knew I was dying and the forest was calling me.

My favorite forest... ugh..." Without letting Sedric continue, the witcher poured the "Old Uyghur recipe" into his mouth, and if he delayed any longer, he would really ascend to heaven.

After finally finishing the action of pouring the medicine and putting down the elf, Victor stood up and faced Geralt.

The next second, "Bang!" Bai Lang punched him heavily in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Holding on to the slippery and muddy turf, he stood up and faced Geralt again. Victor was speechless for the good deeds done by Leisso. He never expected that he would actually turn his defense into an offense and catch Triss to teleport. door to escape. Of course, it was speechless that Triss actually lost like this.

Without delay, "Bang!" Bai Lang punched the other face again, knocking him to the ground again.

Lying on the ground, letting the cold rain hit his face, and listening to Geralt's footsteps as he walked away, Victor took a deep breath and slowly let out his guilt.

"Old Tema Dreso! You really made people miserable!"

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