Witcher's Atelier

noon. North of Vergen City - the ancient battlefield area.

The Phantom Troupe, who came to investigate the information, stopped in front of the mist of demon spirits.

This trench-covered plain is littered with holes created by slingshots and magical explosions. There are many places that are spread over by red grassland covered with rusty iron armor and the white bones of the dead.

"What... happened here three years ago? Ugh! Hiccup! Poof!" Angoulan held on to the rock and vomited again and again.

"The Golden Eagle of Temeria" certainly doesn't vomit because of the cruelty of the scene.

She played bridge with Zoltan, Yalpen, and Dandelion last night and drank until almost dawn before returning home. Such a lack of self-control and a deep hangover deserved no sympathy.

To make Angoulan suffer a little longer, he didn't rush to give her hangover medicine even though he had it. Victor began to explain the situation calmly.

"In the Second War of Upper Aedirn, Henselt also launched an invasion. I am not very clear about the course of the war at the moment, but I know the final result.

Sabrina, the court sorcerer of Kaedwen. Grievesig supervised the battle as Henselt's royal advisor. Perhaps the protracted battle situation did not satisfy her. When the fierce battle between the two armies continued into the evening, Sabina cast a wide-area spell "Firestorm"!

Then fireballs rained down on the battlefield, and the three thousand soldiers fighting on both sides instantly turned into blood, charcoal, and minced meat amidst the screams, and the flames devoured the Kaedwen and Aedirnians at the same time.

King Henselt, who seized the opportunity, was furious and accused Sabina of using forbidden spells that violated human nature, and took her to the battlefield to be executed.

According to Philippa. According to Erhardt, it was her anger before she died that caused this blood curse. "

"But if Sabina wants to curse Henselt? Then why not directly target the king himself?" The girl who bent over to support the rock continued to drip unknown liquid from the corner of her mouth.

The witcher covered his nose. The sour smell of vomiting would not make him healthier if he inhaled more. "It's not that simple. The king is protected by countless talismans. The curse will have almost no effect, and you don't think this revenge is very interesting." As long as the blood curse is triggered and the fog of demons spreads, Henselt's attempt to attack Aedirn will be difficult to succeed.

Sabina was burned at the stake, which meant that the sorceress's hands and feet were nailed to the wheel when the curse was cast. Judging from a professional perspective, I would say her skills are truly exceptional. "

The explanation came to an end, and seeing that the group members almost only had sour water left to vomit, the group leader handed her the hangover medicine. The girl let out a cry of rescue, snatched the potion almost like a vicious dog pouncing on its food, and drank it boldly.

Shaking his head and laughing, Victor took the lead into the fog, and Angouleme followed angrily. Today they will take a detour along the edge of the fog to the quarry to find Triss. Merigold.

In the witcher's to-do list, you don't have to worry about Leisuo now. His uncle's message insists on relying on yourself, so just wait and see what happens. As for the Cursed Mist, there is no rush, there are still several months left.

The most important goal in his mind right now is to find Triss. Merigold. Although the sorceress was kidnapped by Leisuo mainly because she acted too hip, and she was still the "fourteenth person on the hill" after all, she was caught without even a decent resistance. But Victor admitted that he should also bear the relevant responsibility.

In the morning, he found the drunken dwarf in the Black God's Cauldron. The witcher satisfied his request with a glass of Mahakam beer. He learned that a few days ago, before the curse broke out, a red-haired girl and a burly man fell from the sky. Go to the valley near the quarry.

"The big guy obviously didn't like the red-haired girl. After a stiff-faced conversation and threats, he abandoned her and left. I wanted to step forward to help her, but suddenly a troll appeared. It looked as ugly as poop from eating blueberries. , put the weak girl on his shoulders like a bag and take him away. "

The red-haired girl was wearing a vest and high-heeled boots, and the burly man was as strong as a piece of granite. This character description alone could confirm the authenticity of the news, so the Phantom Troupe set off immediately.

Walking in the mist, demon spirits appearing as soldiers of Aedirn and Kaedweni fighting each other appear from time to time. Occasionally, there are more powerful armored war ghosts. Their indiscriminate hatred of the living allows the eagle vision to be fully utilized. Angouleme could easily find a path that would not alarm them.

Along the way, Victor taught the girl about war ghosts.

"...So actually I can come and go freely in this mist. Even if I attract a few, it's not difficult to deal with it. The materialized demon spirits and steel swords can easily teach them how to behave. I just need to be careful not to be entangled by the endless monsters?"

"Absolutely correct, and you can't get close to the center of the fog. There are very troublesome high-level demon spirits 'war spirits' - the upper class of war ghosts. Most of them were kings or commanders during their lives. After death, they still have charisma and can recruit Summon and command its deadly subordinates - usually war ghosts, ghosts or restless ghosts, and based on the conditions of this battlefield, I doubt there will be catapults or crossbowmen..."

"... Catapults or crossbowmen!?" Angoulein made a face when he heard such a terrifying existence. "I promise I will never get close to the middle."

After eliminating several peripheral demon spirits along the way and collecting some "demon spirit dust" materials, the Phantom Troupe successfully passed through the foggy area.

Turn left at the intersection with a wooden altar and walk into the quarry canyon in the east of Vergen. Soon the two of them saw the rock troll living here. His body was covered with ropes and wooden boards, and he wore a cowhide mask. Decorated with horns, food is being stewed in a soup pot, and the mysterious aroma of meat wafts from afar.

After blowing his nose, the alchemist thrust a bottle of "ogre oil" into the girl's hand. This sword oil mixed with bear fat and moon rose petals is not only suitable for evil spirits to enjoy, but is also very effective against trolls.

Stepping towards the monster, Victor warned Angouleme while observing the environment, "If the battle is unavoidable, be sure to pay attention to the stones thrown by the troll. They are heavy and have amazing accuracy. You should also pay attention to the powerful fists and the black steel armor." They will all be beaten and dented. There is a rock-like substance on the back, and the back stab will not cause any damage. It can only be attacked from the front. "

Stopping in front of the soup pot, the witcher stared at the ugly face and hard muscles. The burly and strong troll also tilted his head and stared curiously at the little man Victor.

"Who are you?"

"Witcher."

"...Did those country bumpkins send you to kill me? Then kill me! Be quick and don't let me suffer."

Victor touched his chin. It seemed that he was lucky. This was a troll who could talk and had reason. But he didn't know what happened and made his tone sound hopeless.

"Tell me first, where is the woman you kidnapped?"

"Nonsense... nonsense! I'm a troll! I'm so good, I didn't kidnap anyone!"

"A dwarf said he saw you carrying a human woman on your back?"

"Stupid dwarf. She was sick and I took her home. I helped her and pampered her, but she ran away... first my wife ran away, then the red-haired woman. Everyone left, only the soup remained. Troll Loneliness! "

Ignoring the troll's poor use of verbs, it's always reassuring to know that Triss left safely. Victor asked smoothly: "What soup is boiling in your pot?"

"Soup! It's cooked by elves and onions. It's good~~drink~. You are a good person and are willing to talk to the troll. Do you want to try it?"

"No, thank you for your kindness. I don't like onions very much. Where did you find the elf?"

"Stupid witcher. Elf tastes great with onions... just like tomatoes. Elf... my wife brought it back from the canyon... just like I brought the red-haired woman back, but he is already dead."

Staring at the cauldron with his face turning blue, Angouleme felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. This time it was really from nausea rather than a hangover.

Did you pick it up? ? ... Then there is no need to start a war. Victor waved the girl to step aside, away from the soup pot and the smell, "Tell me, troll, start from the beginning, everything I want to know about the red-haired woman?"

"Puff, witchers want to hear it, trolls tell you. My wife and I were in a small canyon. We found bones and ate them happily, and then bang! Someone fell from the sky in the distance!"

"Are you lying, troll, people don't fall from the sky."

The monster thumped its chest, "Don't lie, troll tells the truth. Flash and boom. Two humans fell onto the ship. Tall man, same as the troll, and a woman. I'll go see..."

"Is that man bald and has scars on his head?"

The troll's eyes widened in confusion, "Do witchers also like men!?... As far as I can see, he is bald, but there is no scar. He ran into the small canyon. Leaving the red-haired woman behind... so stupid."

I looked forward and saw the red-haired woman moaning, she was in pain. I moved closer, but she didn't run away. She injured her leg and took the human woman home.

My wife is angry. Said human women are skin and bones. He babbled a lot and then ran to find food.

The troll gave the red-haired woman water. Leaves cover her legs. She was beautiful and I caressed her while she slept. "

You caress me! Although he knew that this guy's verb usage was not up to standard, Victor felt that if Geralt was in a violent state, he might just draw his sword and deal with it after asking.

The troll continued to describe in fragmented language, "The red-haired woman has a scarf, and it smells good... The wife came back with the elf. She yelled, idiot, leave the skinny girl."

My wife shouted, ‘Give me that piece of cloth’. I said no, it felt good and I liked smelling it.

My wife said, ‘Let me choose one. ’

I thought, the red-haired woman is nice and the cloth smells good. I told my wife. My wife hit me with a tree trunk and left. Only the elves are left..."

You're lucky you didn't get beaten to death.

"What happened to the red-haired woman?"

"The red-haired woman is uncomfortable, the red-haired woman stays. When the pain disappears, the red-haired woman leaves. The night I sleep. Only the hollow sound of the wind is left."

Thinking that Philippa could use magic to track her, Triss's scarf should be a very good choice. Victor asked: "Do you still have the red-haired woman's scarf?"

"No, my wife takes it. She keeps the elf and takes the scarf with her."

"So your...wife, where did she go?"

"Small canyons... My wife likes small canyons, and I also like small canyons... Ah... The witcher won't hurt you. Old woman, right?"

Regarding its business consultation, the alchemist wanted to say that troll liver is actually a good thing and can be used in many recipes. It is needed for high-level ogre oil, high-level residue oil, and high-level cursed biological oil. And the fresh troll limbs might even have void properties.

But looking at its simple and dull eyes, Victor admitted that even if there were some problems with the recipe, this guy was still cuter than some humans, and he was not a monster that must die.

The witcher shook his head, "As long as she doesn't attack me, theoretically I won't hurt your wife. And I need the scarf of the red-haired woman, you can't keep that thing anymore."

"Scarf, my wife takes it. My wife is very good, she will give it to you. Please, tell my wife to come back. It's terrible that I'm alone. There's only empty wind."

"Okay! I'll try to persuade your partner to come back."

"Good man, I just want her to come back..."

After listening to the jealous process, Victor obtained the consent of the troll and checked his nest a little. Sure enough, after a few days, even if there were clues left, they had gone with the wind, leaving only the shocking and lingering stench.

After all, they still had to get the scarf. After meeting Angouleme, the two went to the small canyon pointed out by the troll.

There was no conversation along the way. The Phantom Troupe easily found the female troll. Unlike her husband, her shoulders were decorated with goat skulls. From a distance, she was thought to be a demon believer.

However, after a close conversation, it was determined that she was a moderate troll and could be communicated with. Victor asked her to go back to her husband.

After a simple conversation, she knew that her husband was no longer with the red-haired woman. The female troll readily left Triss's scarf and returned to the quarry with a thump.

Victor and Angouleme did not stop her from leaving. Although there were many corpses in the nearby elf camp, the sharp cuts were very familiar to witchers, but the female troll could not make such wounds. These people might have been killed by Letho.

In short, getting Triss's scarf, leaving the city today is a complete mission. Returning the same way, the two saw the familiar soup pot again, and the troll couple stood next to it. The troll happily waved to Victor and said hello.

"Ah, it's the witcher, thank you. My wife is back. Very good. The troll likes it."

Angouleme vomited too badly today, shook his head at the leader, kept his distance and refused to get close to the soup pot. Victor had to go forward alone.

The female troll said softly, "You should thank him. I came back only because the witcher asked me to. If he hadn't told you, I wouldn't have come back."

"My wife is so smart."

"You are stupid and dumb. Find a red-haired woman to keep you company."

"No. It won't happen again." The troll swears while beating his chest.

Faced with the dog food sprinkled by the trolls, Victor is indifferent. He waves goodbye to them and prepares to leave.

But the troll calls him again, takes out a smaller horn and hands it over, "Take it, I'll give you the horn. If there is danger, the witcher will blow it, and I will do it."

I don't think it will be useful, but it's always a thought. Victor took it with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, I will remember it. Now go and coax your wife, maybe pick some flowers for her first?"

"No, no flowers, flowers are very smelly!" The troll corrected seriously, "I will give her bird shit, she likes that smell the most."

Blinking his eyes, the witcher left with the horn, deciding to wash it before collecting it, and disinfect it repeatedly with alcohol.