Witcher's Atelier

It was three o'clock in the morning, which should have been a time to enjoy peace and quiet, but no one slept tonight, and Fugang stayed up all night.

In the fortress courtyard, after several people who went in to investigate were missing, Bernard Roredo stopped sending people into the house, but lit a signal fire to call for backup and waited for more soldiers to gather.

The continuous spring rain could not extinguish his anger and fear. The situation tonight was definitely unusual, because when he assembled the team, he found that not only many people were missing, but also important parts of the "ballista" were damaged. It was originally a killer weapon he smuggled to block the river and defend the city against the enemy.

In another reception building, the traces of the witcher Geralt have been found, and now dozens of people are searching and intercepting. So how many enemies are hidden in this entertainment building with so many people dying silently?

He secretly thanked himself for being cautious. When he entered the door and noticed blood on the ground, he stepped lightly and went to the second floor to check first, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

Why didn't this damn rain stop? Otherwise, he could use rockets to burn the whole building to ashes!

At this time, an armed soldier approached the commander and stammered, "I...I...I want to report...report..."

Roletto pointed to the distance, "Clover, get out-get out-get out of my sight!" Unlike usual, he was not in the mood to tease the guy now, "Take a few people to help search for the witcher. Mr. Geralt has an appointment with the gallows. If he can't make it, I will consider hanging you instead!"

Hearing the commander's stern order, Clover hurriedly called his familiar companions to leave.

After driving away the annoying flies, Roletto turned back to the entrance angrily and just witnessed the door of the entertainment building being pushed open.

...

Under the illumination of the torch, a man wearing an iron mask walked out of the building, and the noisy and chaotic soldiers suddenly became much quieter, because there was a common target for them to project their anger and string the crossbows.

The iron-masked man was wearing gorgeous heavy armor, with obvious characteristics of bright red mutant pupils. He ignored the weapon intimidation of the soldiers in front of him, stopped twenty steps away, and confronted the commander of the garrison.

A bald, toothy villain, Dmitri, approached Loredo and whispered a few words.

Then the commander sneered, "It's you, the running dog of the Scoia'tael, the lowly and dirty mutant freak, the traitor Victor!"

Unexpectedly, he was recognized like this. Victor took off the iron mask without a care. Just now, he drank as if it was free. Multiple strengthening potions were mixed and circulated in his body. It would take some time for them to fully take effect. So it would be okay to talk nonsense to delay time.

"Listen, the people on the other side, Bernard Loredo's intention to defect to Kaedwen has been confirmed. Now he is a traitor to Temeria and his position as commander has been dismissed. Now you arrest him immediately, and you will definitely receive a generous reward!"

More than a hundred armed men were slightly agitated, but soon calmed down. After all, rewards are out of reach, and the commander gave too much.

"See?" Loreto spread his hands, "It's useless. Listen, Victor, you witchers just want money?

Loyalty is because the price of betrayal is not enough. You must know that this is the floating port, the intersection of many trade routes in the north. Surrender immediately and tell me who sent you. I can give you a price you can't imagine.

We can start this bloody and serious drama right away, or... seek mutual understanding."

At the end of his speech, he was surprised to find that the weird battle pattern on the face of the witcher opposite him had spread and covered most of it.

"No! There is no understanding... A bloody and serious ending is suitable for us." The bright red eyeshadow pattern is colorful, and the burning toxic reaction on the face means that the drug is fully exerted.

The King's Guardian pointed his halberd, "I, Victor Corleone, have committed countless extrajudicial murders since I came to this land. I have also been accused of colluding with the Squirrel Party and a wanted order has been issued.

But──even I know what true "evil" is.

The so-called "evil" refers to those who trample on the weak for their own selfish desires.

Bernard Loreto, you make me sick. I want you to die! This matter is very important to me. Melitari can't save you today!"

Hearing Victor's verdict clearly, Ves's heart was pounding by the window, "This guy who fights one against a hundred is not kidding. !"

Roletto rubbed his chin, "Hahahaha, are you serious? There are more than a hundred people behind me, all fully armed. Who gave you the courage to challenge me? I know you mutant freaks can do some simple tricks, but we also have Demojin weapons. What can you use to fight me?"

"Let me teach you the last lesson of life! Never draw your sword against a fully armed witcher, and an alchemist who spares no expense is more dangerous than a witcher!"

After saying that, Victor used his left foot as the axis and stepped forward with his right foot. His center of gravity smoothly shifted from his left foot to his right foot. His left hand was like a javelin, and the "magic honeycomb" directly hit Roletto.

--The true secret of the Wolf School. Explosive Sword!

There was an earth-shaking explosion outside the window, followed by a continuous roar, each of which represented a honeycomb worth twenty crowns, which was delivered for free at no cost.

A certain sage once said that there are few things that cannot be solved by sufficient equivalent, and even for those problems that cannot be solved, equivalent can solve the people who create the problems!

Mr. Lu agreed with this statement. Victor: "Mr. Lu is right."

The chaos begins!

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The smoke of war rose to the sky, the alarm bells rang, and the residents near the fortress woke up one after another. After the riots during the day, the atmosphere in the city was already quite tense. The incident in the garrison mansion, which symbolized authority, soon aroused an undercurrent of anxiety.

On the high ground not far from the fortress, Roche, who was waiting for an opportunity, had a gloomy face. The continuous explosions in the mansion almost meant that the covert operation had completely failed. Anyone who could still sleep under such circumstances must be deaf.

Although the situation of Ves and Geralt was unknown, the fact that such a big commotion could be made meant that there was still a possibility of taking advantage of the situation. The timing of the attack must be accurate, otherwise not only would the expected effect not be achieved, but the people in hand would suffer losses.

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The first round of the war of one against a hundred ended, and the witcher chose to turn in.

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Hiding in a dark corner to catch his breath, Victor was hit by an arrow on his arm. The crossbow arrow just penetrated through the gap in Udvik's armor and caused damage.

Fortunately, the arrow was slightly blocked and did not penetrate deep into the flesh. After the arrow was pulled out and plaster was applied, the wound quickly closed and stopped bleeding.

He gulped down the energy soup and recovered his strength. He opened his mouth and silently spit out a mouthful of blood. This was the injury caused by the guy with a sledgehammer hitting his back.

However, this lucky guy did not get a good result. Victor turned around and cut off half of his head.

Regarding the review of the first round of chaos, as warned by senior brother Eskar, even if it was a group of ragtag troops, "army" is "army", no matter what, it is not easy to deal with.

The first "demonized honeycomb" infused by Xier, although it directly killed more than ten people, unfortunately failed to kill Luo Liduo, causing the enemy army with a backbone to quickly stabilize and use shields to block or weapons to defend.

After discovering that the next bombs were not as destructive as the first one, he naturally bore the beatings from all sides.

The battle was in the courtyard. The terrain was open and it was raining. The open and ventilated terrain made the Demon Dust useless, and the rain in the sky also had a great impact on the Dancing Star. If you were lucky, one of them could seriously burn a poor guy.

Fortunately, when he was surrounded, the people around him did not hold anti-magic weapons. They opened Quen's body protection in time and Alder opened the way, allowing the witcher to break out of the encirclement.

...

In short, it turned out that it was not possible to do it by force, but the second round was just about to begin.

"Here! Here!" The fierce shout that interrupted Victor's reflection time came from a lucky man holding a sword and shield. Under the torch provided by his partner, he clearly saw Victor's outline in the shadow.

This lucky man deserved the lucky treatment.

Starting from the top position, Victor raised his hands high, and the King's Guardian chopped down heavily.

The shield was raised high with a loud "clang" sound, blocking the King's Guardian, but at the same time [Terrible Overlord] was activated, which directly shook his entire left arm sore and numb that he could only watch the witcher's steel sword turn around and cut his neck in half, and blood spurted out of the artery.

Thanks to Squidward for the friendly gift, the epic void feature [Terrible Overlord]: When hitting the target in the excited state, additional blunt damage is added according to the slashing power.

In other words, the "King's Guardian" in Victor's hand now looks like a sword, but when it is actually used with both hands to chop heavily, it is almost equivalent to swinging an iron rod, which can easily cause this kind of defense-breaking effect.

The person holding a torch next to him couldn't believe it. Just a face-to-face, the sword and shield man who usually ordered him around died. In panic, he didn't have time to react, and was hit hard in the face by Victor's left hand. He was still dizzy, and the King's Guardian had gone straight from his chin to his skull.

Sensing that other villains were coming from all sides, Victor quickly hid in the darkness. There was still a long time to play before dawn.

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The leaves rustled in the forest outside the floating port.

Some kind of intuition warned him that Iorphis, who was taking a nap before the battle, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his sword and rushed out.

And Lan Xi, who had just arrived in front of the tent, saw the commander rushing out and hurriedly followed him, following him all the way to the section of the city wall that he had just observed not long ago.

Stopping and confirming that there was a faint sound of riot in the city, and the number of guards on the wall had also decreased significantly, Iorphis clenched his fists excitedly.

"Tell me! What's going on?"

The elf adjutant with dreadlocks also had an excited face: "Report, there was a loud noise in the city half an hour ago, followed by a series of relatively small explosions, which lasted for a few minutes and suddenly stopped, but it had already caused panic. Now there is a second riot in the city, and because it is in the dark, many of our people have seized the opportunity, obtained weapons and started to fight back!"

"Do you know what happened in the fortress of Loredo?"

Lan Xi. Isnilan shook his head seriously.

Iorveth rubbed the scar on his face a few times, "... This is a rare opportunity, go and wake everyone up, and the whole army will attack in half an hour!"

The elf adjutant nodded vigorously and turned to leave.

The elf commander who stopped in place thought about it, and waved to call a subordinate, "Go to Robindam Village and see if Victor and Angulan are there? If not, ask Sediq if he knows where they are going?"

Seeing his men running away quickly. Iorveth turned back and continued to stare at the city wall. A hundred years of jungle combat experience told him that the rain was about to stop. This change would have both good and bad effects on the surprise attack. He silently calculated the rhythm of the attack.

This battle will affect the fate of countless people.

...

"This damn bastard!"

Roche, who was waiting near the mansion, punched the wall hard because he discovered that there was another group of troops retreating from the wall to defend the fortress.

It's clear that Iorveth is watching eagerly outside, but that bastard would rather lower the outer defense to protect his own safety. This is completely dereliction of duty! "

But no matter how angry and angry it is, it can't change the reality. If this continues, the number of tribesmen who have been listed will become more and more numerous, and they can no longer wait for the opportunity.

Scanning his eyes at the subordinates on standby, Roche raised his eyebrows and said, "Iron Guards in Blue, charge with me!"

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And when Roche started sneak attacks from the outside, Victor was in a very strange state.

He had never killed so many people before, let alone continued to kill so many people after being in a state of excitement. He felt happy and satisfied, but at the same time he knew that this feeling was not good.

The middle brother, Corleone, is now highly integrated with his spirit. Coupled with the [Terror Overlord] effect, he is invincible in close-range small unit combat.

The rain stopped. It seems a bit strange. There are fewer and fewer people searching for him, and there are even signs of retreat. Victor has been unable to find anyone to attack him for several minutes.

Then he heard Loredo's voice, which used a magic loudspeaker to issue an ultimatum, "Victor Corleone, get out of here, you dirty, smelly rat. Do you think I can't do anything to you if you hide?" ? My people are placing firewood around the entertainment building. It doesn't matter if you don't come out, I will light this building on fire!"

Victor frowned. Sure enough, no one who can reach a high position is too stupid. Thinking about it, if that pig was really as stupid as he appeared, he would have been killed by Iorveth long ago.

For Lorenzo, he had just sent several waves of people in to test, but they were all killed and dispersed by a young woman. Therefore, he was sure that there must be someone in this entertainment building who could restrain Victor.

Anyway, even if his judgment was wrong and he burned down the building and the woman inside, he wouldn't care.

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Standing by the window on the second floor, Angoulin knew that the situation was bad, but she could not defeat this side attack. If she rashly left the building, she would also be surrounded and killed.

Weisi, who was on the third floor to support Moriel's delivery, didn't show any emotion when she heard the shouting, but she was equally anxious in her heart.

Although Victor was repulsed in the first head-on conflict with the garrison, the subsequent ambush battle was obviously fruitful and made Lorendo painful to the bones.

There was still hope if the guerrilla war could continue until dawn, but unexpectedly the rain stopped at this time, allowing the traitors to seize the opportunity to rebel against the enemy.

In the first battle, the witcher used his seal to escape. This time, the commander would never make the same mistake. He would definitely be prepared for his bombs and then use anti-magic weapons to completely strangle him.

Standing up is a dead end.

And based on her understanding of Victor, that smart young man would never let himself fall into death. In other words, he would never show up and give Lorenzo the chance to kill him, even if the whole building fell into flames.

Upstairs and downstairs, the two women had two guesses. Angoulin knew that since he had made a promise, the leader would definitely come out after hearing this threat; Weiss believed that a shrewd witcher could not seek death.

The next second, it turned out that Angoulême was right. Weisi could hardly believe her eyes. She looked at the figure walking straight towards the center of the courtyard. Her heart was beating fast and her eyes felt a little hot for no reason.

Just for a promise, this man went to death. Is this chivalry?

The elusive guerrilla warfare in a short period of time caused astonishing casualties. The originally dense formation was afraid to retreat, and the demon hunter walked step by step to the center of the courtyard and was surrounded by many soldiers.

"Ah, dirty rat, are you finally willing to show up again? Look at how embarrassed you are!" Luo Leduo laughed proudly, because he believed that he had forced all the tricks out of this guy.

The facts were very close to his judgment. In a short period of guerrilla warfare, in order to ensure that he would not be surrounded, Victor used up almost all the bombs and poured out various potions as if they were free of charge.

Currently, the potions that are still effective on the witcher include at least enhanced blizzard and thunder. Changed to Tawny Owl. In addition, he also drank the Maribo Forest to speed up the secretion of adrenaline, the Petri potion to strengthen the power of the seal, and even the werewolf decoction that can greatly increase the ability to continue fighting. He originally planned to keep it as a trump card in the future, but he also used one today. share.

This made Victor's current condition look not very good. The fierce accumulation of toxicity caused the war lines on his face to change from bright red to purple.

The pupils seemed to have lost their luster, and were neither blue nor red. They looked dark red, even close to purple-black.

He stood in the atrium waiting for death, his body swaying slightly, could he even stand still?

Seeing that Victor didn't respond to his taunt, Loredo waved his hand boredly and asked several elite soldiers to surround him with anti-magic weapons.

Although these weapons made of anti-magic metal are rare in number, they can interfere with the operation of magic as long as they are close. Coupled with the steel shield to defend against bombs, the witcher will definitely fall here.

Looking up at the sky, Victor took a deep breath.

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