Witcher's Atelier

It was a sunny day, south of the Pontar River and north of Vergen - the ancient battlefield of the Second Upper Aedirn War.

The brigade temporarily separated from Iorveth because the Scoia's Party needed to find a place to moor the boats and reorganize the army before notifying Saint Saskia.

The three humans and a dwarf who got off the boat early walked leisurely to the city of Vergen without any regard for these trivial matters.

Angouleme, who was familiar with the environment, and the dwarf Zoltan Ziva walked in front, arguing about which red wine should be used for cheese divination, while Dandelion and Victor fell back a few steps to discuss whether the rhyme of the new poem should be relaxed.

When the few of them turned around the bushes, more than a hundred "armed" dwarves suddenly appeared in front of them. This kind of armed was real battlefield armed. They hung swords, axes and crossbows on their waists, wore thick padded jackets - also called cotton armor, and hardened leather on their chests and abdomens.

The current situation was unclear, and Victor hesitated a little, but he saw the commander on the opposite side looking over here, and then spread his hands to greet him.

The dwarf had a long beard and severe hair loss on his head, leaving only a small wisp of sparse side-parted hair. His voice was rough and loud, "Hahaha, the son of the goddess of creation! It's Zoltan Ziva. And look! He also brought back the most beautiful eyebrows in our Vergen - the lovely Angouleme!"

…. "The most beautiful eyebrows"... What is that? Do you mean those two caterpillars! ?

While Victor was slightly stunned, Dandelion beside him had opened his arms and happily stepped forward to hug him, "Yarpen Zigrin! I'm so glad that your long hair is still so elegant and your beard is still so thick."

"You are not bad, you slick guy! The feathers on the brim of your hat are bright and beautiful!"

"I haven't seen you for several years, you old boy! I'm so happy to see you." Zoltan then hugged him with a clapping sound and patted each other on the back.

Finally, the dwarf named Yarpen shrank his shoulders and twisted his waist, shyly accepting the shallow hug from Angouleme, and looked at Victor, "Is it because my memory is too bad to forget or... who is this strange demon hunter?"

To answer his question, Vergen raised his most beautiful eyebrows, and the team members introduced with a smile, "Yarpen Sieglin, our old friend; and this is my leader, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Victor Corleone."

As soon as the voice fell, Yarpen immediately knocked his fist on his palm, "Aha! I have heard of the 'Phantom Troupe', a few years ago, you are the ones? Specializing in selling economical erection potions!"

The question that hit the soul made Zoltan's face slightly stiff, and Angouleme's expression was complicated. And Dandelion's eyes widened. He didn't know that the dragon poet actually sold aphrodisiacs in the past.

As for Victor. Corleone himself, his demeanor was calm and his tone was calm and proud, "Yes! That's the Phantom Troupe, selling the most cost-effective erection potion in Vergen. 'The ones with better effects are more expensive than ours, and the ones with cheaper effects are not as good!' But unfortunately, after transforming into a regular mercenary group two years ago, the Troupe has stopped selling potions."

"Ah... This is really a pity. Your reputation is very outstanding!" The long-bearded dwarf said sincerely, "Although I don't need it myself, I have a friend who hopes to buy it for a long time."

"If it's purely for personal use, "Victor's Alchemy Workshop" will be temporarily operating in Vergen in a few days. Maybe ask your friends to come and talk. I can provide some goods at a friendly price."

Yalpen. Sieglin agreed happily.

"What are you guys doing here?" Seeing that the conversation came to an end, Zoltan naturally changed the subject. Selling aphrodisiacs is not shameful, but it is not glorious either.

Shaking his head, the bearded dwarf pointed to a hill not far away, "Nothing, it's Saskia and Prince Shitan - bah bah bah - Prince Stannis, who went to negotiate with Henselt. If I had to say it, I would have fought, no need to negotiate! Anyway, she sent me here to guard the rear road to prevent any mistakes."

At this moment, a flock of crows suddenly flew up, and Victor's expression changed slightly. The wolf badge in his arms rustled, and it vibrated directly to the highest frequency in the fifth gear, which was the level of Jaques.

Everyone looked up, the sky was full of dark clouds, the wind was blowing slowly, the hill was thundering, and the haze was steaming. All kinds of signs were so dangerous that they were shocking.

Feeling that the situation was not good, Yarpan ran back to the team and shouted, "Damn it, the sun is blocked! Hey you! Go back and ask the sorceress to come over!"

With one breath and one breath, the smell of magic was strong in the air. Victor's reincarnation eye noticed a faint shadow emerging in the fog - it was a demon spirit - a demon spirit that was materializing. Being in an ancient battlefield, this kind of widespread demonic commotion is no joke.

Along the way, I heard Iorveth constantly preaching about Saskia's beauty and bravery. I wondered if this dragon slayer, the sweetheart of the elves, could deal with the demons.

The young man touched his chin, "Angoulême, I'll go up there to see the situation! You, Zoltan, and Dandelion quickly return to Vergen, as ghosts and spirits will soon be everywhere here. By the way, tell Yarpan that the witcher's advice is to retreat as a whole army, as the number of people is meaningless in such an occasion."

After explaining it clearly in a serious tone, Victor drew out the silver sword "Sigh Frost" and ran towards the mountain road, pouring "demon oil" made of bear fat and fleas on the sword along the way, drinking the Maribo Forest Strengthening Seal, and strengthening his physical strength with the tawny owl.

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On the top of the mountain, not long ago, when Henselt ordered the capture of Saskia and Stannis, the scene suddenly fell into chaos with hundreds of people fighting.

At the beginning of the battle, Saskia attacked Desmo swiftly, suppressing the male sorcerer with her fierce sword skills, not allowing him to cast powerful spells, and the directional fireballs she fired were easily dodged by the dragon slayer, making Desmo sweat profusely.

For Saskia, fighting the mage was not too difficult. If it was a one-on-one fight, the mage would soon be exhausted and have to retreat, but she was not blindly optimistic, after all, she needed to be wary of the other female sorcerer present.

But when the dragon slayer looked to the side, she unexpectedly found that Xier Tanshaweiye was flashing constantly, dodging the crossbows and swords of several brave dwarves. Although it was hard to believe that a few ordinary warriors could contain the opponent, since this was the case, she stepped up her pursuit and wanted to defeat Desmo as soon as possible.

And in a place she didn't notice, "Ah! Damn it!" Two "honorable" screams mixed in with countless screams on the hill, belonging to Stannis and Henselt. The result of their single fight was that the prince was stabbed in the chest and the king's left forehead was cut.

Not long after they bled, suddenly evil winds came from the sky, and under the bizarre and terrifying atmosphere, everyone felt that something was wrong, and the two sides naturally stopped fighting!

Puzzled, she took two steps back, and Saskia keenly noticed that the spirits were commotion! The whispers of the dead shrouded the hill, and the core of the magic tide was near Stannis and Henselt, on a stone sculpture that looked like a huge disc and had a strange shape.

When the commotion reached its peak, the spirits of the Aedirn knights, the burning skeleton shadows, and countless giant war ghosts kept crawling out of the mud, and the broken armor and weapons were fixed in place by magic, vaguely the way they looked before they died.

His face suddenly changed, realizing that the situation was out of control, Xier. Tanshavier immediately went all out and opened the portal to the north bank of the Pontar River in time before the chaotic magic vortex blocked it.

Mage Desmo helped King Henselt up and hurried through the portal, with Xier following closely behind. And the next second, the soldier who wanted to escape through the portal was left with only half of his body, and the other half disappeared with the collapsed portal, with a smooth and delicate cut surface.

Obviously, the chaotic and rampaging magic has formed a space anchor, completely blocking this battlefield. In the haze, countless beings who hate life are shadowy.

These monsters wielding swords and eager to kill the living are called "Demon Legion" because they are so numerous.

Seeing the demon approaching the injured prince, although he was not satisfied with Stannis's weakness in the face of Henselt just now, as the official banner of Aedirn, he is still an indispensable existence, and Saskia hurried forward to cover him.

The guards Blohan and Priest Orkon, who were loyal to the prince, also rushed over to help the prince up. With Saskia leading the way, a group of more than ten people walked down the mountain.

During the battle on the road, the experienced dragon slayer quickly discovered the special features of these demons. They were two camps fighting each other, representing Aedirn and Kaedwen respectively. If no other life approached, they would repeat their actions in their previous lives and fight each other until they fell.

But if they were alarmed, they would face the attack of demons from both sides at the same time. Whether they fell down by themselves or were broken by external forces, they would only temporarily collapse and soon gradually revive under the influence of magic. They were completely terrifying existences that could not be killed.

After stumbling to the mountainside with great difficulty, Priest Orkon shouted in fear again. It turned out that a giant war ghost not far away had discovered them and rushed over with a roar.

As it strode closer, the ground under its feet trembled with every step, and its attack also attracted the attention of other demons nearby. In an instant, more than a dozen demons surrounded Saskia and his group.

The crisis came suddenly, and many people were about to die. Fortunately, at this moment, "Alder!" The strong shock wave repelled the charging sturdy war ghost.

Then one man and one sword blocked the monster, and the witcher said to the dragon slayer, "Leave this big guy to me, and you command your men to deal with the others."

Glancing at Victor, Saskia led her companions with confidence and turned to attack the shadow of the burning skeleton.

Monsters like giant war ghosts are the souls of the dead bound in the wreckage of war. The objects of sustenance include but are not limited to broken weapons, armor, machinery or corpses themselves. They reshape their bodies through the influence of chaos magic and repeat the scene before they died in battle.

However, because of the powerful magic, they are almost materialized, but lose the inherent spiritual advantages of demon spirits. All ordinary swords can cause damage, and the power of silver swords is of course more outstanding.

Just now, Victor was able to determine that apart from the advantage in numbers and immortality, these demon spirit armies were nothing special, at least they were easy to deal with at the "war ghost" level.

As for the more troublesome and inevitable "war spirit" class, they are the commanders of the war ghosts. They are usually located in the center of the battlefield. Just don't go there.

With Alder's impact and Arden's sluggishness, the Tanshuang covered with demon oil was free to use, and the war ghosts soon fell under the power of the silver sword. On the other side, the Dragon Slayer Saint also led her men to deal with the monsters that were connected.

The battle came to an end, and finally had the leisure to observe the other party. Victor admitted that Iorveth did not lie. Saskia was indeed a very beautiful woman. Whether it was her eyes, nose or lips, they were all very beautiful.

"Victor Corleone Duwakin Dragon Slayer, why are you here?" Saskia naturally called out the name of the witcher.

The Dragonborn smiled and touched his chest to salute, "Dragon Slayer. Saint of Aedirn. Ms. Saskia actually recognized who I am. I am so honored!"

"Your pupils are quite special. Once you have seen them, you will never forget them. I have known them for a long time. Of course, it is also because you and I have the same title." Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, and her demeanor was radiant.

After a few simple greetings, when everyone was ready to continue their journey, an owl descended from the chaotic foggy sky, landed on Saskia's shoulder, and then transformed into Philippa Ehart.

The lady who had not been seen for a long time was still elegant and majestic, and her body emitted a soft light to protect everyone. The fog around her that touched the light dissipated instantly.

The Pearl of the Court of Traitorg, one of the most powerful female sorcerers on the continent, saw her domineering appearance, and Victor knew that there would be no problem returning safely.

Sure enough, on the way, all the monsters could not resist the lightning that kept coming out from her raised palms. Victor, who was just a bystander along the way, used his magic sense to feel the other party's form of magic again, which seemed to be similar to the binding seal of Arden.

After a while, they walked to a place not far from the city of Vergen, and the haze finally dissipated. Yarpan and Iorphis came to greet them together. I didn't see the cute dreadlocks of the adjutant Lan Xi. Maybe he was still reorganizing the army.

Glancing at Iorveth first, Philippa turned to the dragon slayer, "Forgive me for being late in helping you. Saskia, are you okay?"

The dragon slayer waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, "It's just a flesh wound. Thanks to your timely appearance this time, you and the witcher, we all owe you a life."

Philippa responded calmly, "It's my responsibility to protect you... As for you, Victor Corleone, you are such a rare guest. I didn't expect to meet you here. Should I call you witcher? Or do you prefer to be called Duvakin?"

"Witcher is fine. I'm tracking down the kingslayer who killed Demave and Foltest. Maybe you'd like to help."

"You're welcome to come to me later. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it."

Yalpan raised his hand to attract attention , "Sakia, please return to the city as soon as possible. The people are in a panic... First it was cloudy, then the Scoia'tael appeared, and now there is this fog. There are all kinds of unexpected situations. They need you to come forward to explain."

"Got it, go and gather all the commanders to the conference hall. Iorphis, give me some more time. You came earlier than scheduled, and I haven't prepared them to fight alongside the Scoia'tael.

Victor, Philippa, please be sure to attend the meeting later. I hope to hear the reasons for these abnormal phenomena and how to deal with them.

And Yarpan, don't worry, the well-known Duwakin and the famous Philippa Ehart, they will definitely have a way to deal with this group of crazy demons."

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