Witcher's Atelier

"Damn it! What the hell are the people in the fort doing? They haven't dealt with a few rats for so long, and now they dare to ask us for support. How many people have we sent?!"

Facing the anger of the gate guard Prosciut, the messenger lowered his head and said nothing. He didn't need to say anything. He just came to convey Loreto's instructions and there was no need to explain the order.

Staring at the other party for a moment, Prosciut sighed silently. He was against discrimination against inhuman attitudes, and he didn't think that the failure of yesterday's crusade needed to be exaggerated. But facing the restlessness of the mob, he could do nothing without the order of the superior, let alone order to suppress it.

Looking at the little fires in the city that started again when the rain subsided, he had to consider the overall situation, suppress his anger and assign two teams, and order them to go to the fortress for support.

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, the Squirrel Party attacked the city.

They came swiftly and fiercely, and the siege force was unprecedented, and the number could be said to be out in full force.

Strictly speaking, the walls of the floating port are not very high, about ten yards high, and can be quickly climbed using grappling hooks or ladders. Therefore, the effectiveness of the defense mainly depends on the soldiers on the wall to defend against the enemy. Their chainmail equipment is far superior to the leather armor of the elves, and their weapons are also sharper. Usually, the few elves who climb the wall first will easily be suppressed in close combat.

However, the current squirrel party is not without advantages. Their bows and arrows overwhelm the strong crossbows used by the defenders in terms of firing speed, and their accuracy is even better. In the case of a large-scale attack, it is easy to suppress the long-range firepower of the defenders.

So the crossbow arrows broke through the air and fell in an interlaced manner. Prosciut led his men to fight desperately on the battlements. He knew that if he could not stop the elves here and let them gain a foothold on the city wall, when the city gates were opened and a large number of squirrel party members rushed in from outside the city, the city would be finished.

But the elves also held the determination to fight to the death. The continuous influx of the rear guards was endless, and the flesh and blood grinding wheel continued to strangle lives. The party with fewer people soon found it difficult to continue.

"Brother, what should we do? We can't hold on any longer!" A guard next to him said in panic.

"Hold on! Don't give up! Support will come soon!" Prosciut replied calmly.

Despite his response, he knew that tonight was likely to be dangerous. He could only hope that the noise on the city wall would alert the troops who had just left and let them return to defend urgently. In addition, the commander had released people to support the fortress mansion after the rats were caught.

But at this desperate and critical moment, Prosciut suddenly found an opportunity to turn the situation around. The elf not far away had an eagle-like vision and a wolf-like voice. The scar on his face clearly showed his identity.

He jumped onto the city wall from the flying ladder, swung the elf scimitar in his hand, and passionately chopped humans.

"Butcher Iorveth!? This is a great opportunity. As long as he is killed, the morale of the elves will collapse immediately!"

Having made up his mind, Prosciut bravely rushed towards Iorveth!

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Biography "Prosciut"

Floating Harbor Wall Guard, Bernard. A loyal and respectable subordinate of Loreto.

His birth year is unknown. He died heroically in the spring of 1271 AD.

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In the fortress mansion, Roche led the Blue Guards to trick the outer door open by disguising as reinforcements in the chaotic situation. They were discovered only when they entered the front yard, and then they started a fierce battle with the defenders.

When the battle was at its peak, Roche heard Bernard's ultimatum to force Victor to come out. He couldn't believe his ears. It turned out that neither Weiss nor White Wolf caused this chaos.

"Damn it! What is this guy doing here? Do any of you know what's in that building?"

No one could answer the Blue Guards commander's question. Only a villain holding an axe in both hands spun and chopped at him.

The King's Defender deflected the attack, and the sword cut the opponent's side. Roche yelled: "Kill them quickly, we have to rush to the courtyard!"

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"F**k!" Hearing Loreto's ultimatum, Geralt couldn't help but swear like Vernon Roche.

Only then did the White Wolf know that the companion who was playing hide-and-seek with the defenders on the other side of the courtyard was his junior brother again──Victor of Keldra. He was really everywhere!

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Cursing, the witcher hurried to the courtyard square, even if he was very angry about some of the alchemist's actions. But the commander's ultimatum was obviously intended to implicate innocent people, and in the case of this scum, the junior brother was as pure as an angel.

Geralt didn't know what Victor was going to do, but his intuition was similar to Weiss's idea. He also thought that such a smart young man would definitely not appear rashly, but would have a corresponding plan.

So when the White Wolf saw the young man surrounded by heavy siege, he couldn't help but be deeply shocked!

It's too late...

Even if I rushed over, I couldn't save him...

Self-sacrifice is never simple! And his noble action is enough to make Geralt doubt that the bad feelings accumulated yesterday were all illusions!

The mutant pupils that drank cat's eye drops clearly saw the purple immortal body battle pattern on Victor's face and the deep red dim eyes.

He just stood in the middle, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless. Facing the slashing of four or five burly men, he just took a deep breath.

Wait, his heart suddenly jumped, and the white wolf covered his ears with both hands.

The next second, the moonlight was like water, and the clouds and fog dissipated.

That weak, pitiful, and helpless existence roared in a mighty and unyielding manner in the face of evil!

"Vos-Lo-Da!!!"

The roar that once shook the Arena of Rage and stunned even real dragons resounded in the sky of the floating harbor tonight!

The power of the roar! Almost everyone in the square was dizzy, and only Geralt, who covered his ears in time, was spared. He was about to approach to help, but was stunned by the fantastic scene in front of him.

When the dragon roar resounded through the sky, Victor's originally drooping steel sword seemed to come alive, turning his wrist and the sword flower was like a snake, and it bounced in front of him. Then he spun and attacked, neatly cutting open the enemy's chest, and continuously sweeping and leaping in the fountain of blood.

The gorgeous dancing posture looked very familiar to the white wolf, no, it was exactly the same. There was no doubt that it was the "Piruette Sword Dance", his famous swordsmanship technique in the north.

He then suddenly realized that Victor's body was shaking just now, not because he couldn't stand steadily, but to adjust the rhythm!

How incredible! When did he learn this skill? This should be something that would never happen.

The young man's swordsmanship was learned from Vesemir and Eskar, which was concise and effective, and rarely had such fancy moves, but now it seemed that he was doing almost as well as himself.

The cat's eye saw that Victor took advantage of the dragon's roar and launched a second charge against hundreds of people!

The harmonious and light dance steps, each rotation was elegant and calm, but inertia and power were constantly superimposed on the weapon in his hand.

The blood rain filled the sky, and the witcher's sword pointed at the commander of the floating port, Bernard Loredo. I want you to die, and the heaven and the earth can see it!

Feeling the fierce and unstoppable killing intent, the commander shouted wildly in panic and asked the recovered soldiers to step forward to block it.

Unfortunately, it was meaningless without the cover of the dense array. Piruet's sword dance made the "King's Guardian" heavier than a thousand pounds, and with the special effect of [Terrible Overlord], even if the shield could not be cut, it could still knock people down.

The will to break through the formation, live to die! Wherever the Dragonborn steps, the garrison breaks apart like waves.

At this moment, the flow of time seems to slow down, turning everyone into slow motion, including Roche and his men rushing into the courtyard, and Geralt silently witnessing.

On the second floor, Angouleme clenched his fists excitedly.

On the third floor, Weiss squeezed her legs excitedly.

And the bald Loreto screamed in disbelief.

A cold light flashed past, and the sword could cut through water. The head soared into the sky and pierced the King's Guardian when it fell.

The remains of Bernard Loreto slowly knelt down and fell to the street.

The soldiers who were closer were panicked when they saw the commander being killed. The troops standing farther away were confused as they had just recovered from the dragon's roar.

Picking up the magic loudspeaker and holding up the King's Guardian, the dragon's roar shook the floating port!

"The villain Loreto! He has been beheaded!"

In Victor's thunderous announcement, the flow of time returned to normal.

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"The villain Loredo! He has been killed!"

Unless you are deaf, you can hear the echo of the loudspeaker and the victory cry from the soul no matter where you are in the floating port.

Iorveth, who was running on the streets of the floating port, couldn't help but stop for a while, "Tsk tsk tsk! Our Duwakin is too fierce... He didn't even need our support to deal with Loredo!"

Hearing the commander confirm the news, the elves who followed him cheered in unison. Loredo's cunning rule has been a shadow of the claws in their hearts for many years.

"Anyway, let's go quickly. Maybe there are still some diehards who need to be cleaned up. I am happy to kill a few more bastards!" The dreadlocked girl Lan Xi smiled.

In the crowd, Serhelin bit his lower lip and stared at the elf commander expectantly.

Smiling and waving his hand, Iorveth signaled the troops to continue moving forward, and behind them, half of the area of ​​the floating port was burning with fire.

That was the Squirrel Party that attacked the city, joined the original non-human race, and began to settle accounts and retaliate against humans...

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"Commander, the city is broken! The city is broken! The Scoia's Party is coming! We must quickly take people to surround them!" Bessie, with snot and tears, rushed into the courtyard and shouted loudly.

Although he heard the death announcement of Loredo on the way, he didn't believe it was true. Since his elder brother ordered him to report the bad news, the commander must still be alive.

But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was frightened by the scene in front of him. The moonlight was cold, and everyone in the square looked timidly towards the center. There was a man holding a head with a sword. Under the firelight, it was clearly visible. It was the face of Commander Loredo.

For the soldiers in the square, if Victor's announcement just now made them panic and confused, then Bessie's announcement at this moment was undoubtedly the doomsday bell. The guards who lost their backbone were in an uproar, and then collapsed and fled.

The overall situation was decided. Ignoring Bessie who was stunned, the witcher threw Loredo's head and let it roll into the mud. Killing him was important, but when he died, he was just garbage.

The guards on the square scattered like monkeys when the trees fell. Geralt and the Blue Guards who remained on the scene were both obvious and prominent.

He did not try to stop them from escaping. Roche knew that at the moment when people's hearts collapsed, it was meaningless to use the authority of the Blue Guards. He also ignored Bessie. He led his men to bypass the messenger and came to Victor, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Strictly speaking, their mission tonight was successfully completed. Mai Lijie was tied up beside him; although he didn't kill him personally, Roredo had already surrendered. But their achievements suddenly lost their color against the background of the fall of Fugang City.

When one of the blue-clad iron guards passed by the stunned messenger, he pushed him. After waking up, Bessie let out a long howl like a bereaved dog and ran away with a nervous breakdown.

His embarrassment gave Roche the inspiration to break his silence. "Do you know what you did?"

"Are you deaf? I obviously just finished talking about how I killed the villain Rowledo!" After saying this, the witcher laughed wildly.

This attitude is very uncomfortable for both the White Wolf and the Iron Guard in blue. Victor doesn't look normal at all, and seems to be going crazy. But in fact, it is not. In the future, anyone can easily summarize this phenomenon, it is just an attack of chuunibyou.

"If you kill the garrison officer and make such a public announcement, it will cause the floating port's defense force to completely collapse, and there will no longer be any way to organize to resist the Scoia'tael!"

"So what, I will not be responsible for this matter. I am not the one who discriminates against the inhumans, and it is not me who abuses the elves. Killing that bastard Luo Leduo is just justice for God. Why...what are you dissatisfied with? , just come here!" After saying that, he actually waved provocatively.

Victor knew in his heart that something was wrong. He could have resigned with just a few nice words, but tonight he drew his sword and killed a hundred people. The unparalleled process of killing the villains made him excited, causing an endless stream of dirty words to come out of his mouth. come out. Now he looks like he wants to fight with the other party, but in fact he just wants to be praised by the other party.

"You lunatic, do you know what's going on now?" Roche waved his hand, and the blue-clad iron guard immediately bowed his sword and unsheathed it.

"Tsk, tsk! You also want to learn the last lesson? I tell you, never draw your sword against a witcher, and——"

"Wait, you all stop!" The person shouting was Wei Si, and Angoulin was standing next to her.

Seeing her walking out of the entertainment building, Roche could deduce what happened without any explanation. He pressed his hand down to signal the Iron Guard to sheath his sword.

He walked briskly towards the commander. When he passed Victor, he saw that he looked unhappy because his lines were interrupted. The adjutant suddenly approached and kissed him on the cheek, and whispered provocatively in his ear: "Hey! Let's find a chance for the two of us. Come and try it!”

Geralt turned a blind eye, while Roche crossed his arms and felt slightly unhappy. On the other hand, some of the blue-clad iron guards behind him whistled, while others clapped and screamed. Usually, they were beaten by the adjutant in various ways, so the opportunity to make fun of her was very rare.

Back in the camp, Weiss explained to White Wolf and the commander the cause and effect of what happened in a few words. Roche suddenly didn't know what to say.

Bennard. Listing various unscrupulous evil deeds, although he was not directly responsible, he felt ashamed as a colleague in the kingdom.

The darkness before dawn passed quietly, the sky was gray with the first glimmer of light, and the noisy elves' slogans gradually became clearer.

Some of the guards who escaped earlier ran relatively slowly and were blocked by the elves at the door. The sound of killing was so loud that it didn't require extraordinary senses. Everyone in the square knew that the battle was approaching.

listen! They were shouting Spar’le dh’oine! (Attack humans!) Or Aespar pavinn! (Kill the monkey!).

After his mood calmed down a little, Victor touched his nose. After all, the people in front of him had little friendship, so he still had to give them face!

"Since you don't want to fight, let's leave quickly!" The young witcher sheathed his sword and pointed to the southeast corner, "The steepest part of the city wall is where Angoullain and I came in. There are two ropes arranged to leave.

Iorveth will arrive soon. I believe he will be full of joy to see you, but if you are caught by him, I am afraid you will have some unprecedented wonderful experiences. "

Junior brother's words are rough but not rough. Although there were still things he wanted to communicate with the other party, it was obviously not the time now. Geralt stroked his chest in greeting and patted the blue-clad iron guard to remind him.

The bearded Roche shook his head and said, "Wick, although you are a bastard, but this time I thank you." After saying that, he waved and left.

After waving goodbye to Angouleme, Weiss blew a kiss to Victor, "Remember our agreement!"

Faced with this overestimating friendship invitation, Victor shrugged and acquiesced.

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