Witcher's Atelier

Two days later, outside the city of Vergen, the dragon slayer, Aedirn's Saint Saskia, wearing a gray-blue full-body armor, stopped in front of the Ghost Mist to see him off.

She took the initiative to hug Victor, as strong as iron and fragrant.

"Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back and fight side by side to defeat Henselt!"

The witcher smiled and agreed. Then he turned to Angouleme, who was kicking stones to express his dissatisfaction, and hugged her goodbye.

He only planned to complete the battle today with Geralt. Although Angouleme's combat power was not weak, the battlefield was blind with swords and spears, and bows and catapults were flying. Victor refused to let the girl take the risk to fight.

Separated from them, Victor walked into the Ghost Mist. The ancient battlefield has not changed much. The red grassland is decorated with rusty iron armor, and the main theme is still broken antlers and white bone trenches.

From Vergen into the mist, walk northeast for about an hour. There is a quiet corner covered with mist but no ghosts. It is the place where he and the White Wolf agreed. The Dragonborn sat down and waited.

It didn't take long before the figure of the white-haired witcher emerged from the mist. He waved to him and walked to the side of the blond witcher.

"Let me see... um... the symbol of hatred - the sword of Vandergrift; the symbol of faith - the badge of Crest; the symbol of courage - the armor of Selkirk; and the symbol of death - the flag of the Brown Banner."

Taking the magic weapon from Geralt, Victor felt and identified it one by one. Such a large-scale spiritual show was rare and was a good learning opportunity.

The white wolf's cat eyes looked at the battlefield, "How is Saskia preparing for the war? Roche's slanderous rumors are flying everywhere, making Henselt furious and eager to fight.

Under his instructions, Dethmo interrogated the entire camp for spies, and even put aside the matter of hunting for Xi'er. With such a determination, if the city of Vergen is lost, the non-human race will never have a good end."

In theory, witchers are neutral, but witchers also have likes and dislikes.

"It's OK. After Philippa detoxified Saskia the day before yesterday, we prepared a lot of city defense traps in the past two days, which should be a surprise for the Lord of Ardkale.

Before I came out this morning, Iorveth also brought back the reinforcements of the Squirrel Party. After a night's rest, we will go to battle tomorrow. The army ratio is about one to three now, plus the defensive advantage of the city wall, this battle finally has a chance!"

After identifying the four symbols, the Samsara Eye looked at the White Wolf, "The magic weapon is fine, Geralt, are you sure you want to do it yourself?"

The reason why Victor asked this is because this ritual of awakening the battlefield tests the adaptability to ghosts and the coordination of magic. If you use it yourself, it can be said to be easy, but Geralt is old and has a possibility of injury.

The White Wolf shook his head and refused, "I can only do it myself. Triss told me that amnesia is very likely caused by magic. When this curse is lifted, the tide of magic will sweep across the entire battlefield, forming an anti-magic shock wave, which is likely to break the magic seal."

The reason is impeccable.

"Well, we can start when you are ready." Victor handed Geralt several potions, including Patri's potion, tawny owl and full moon.

Taking the potion provided by the alchemist, "By the way, Wick, there is one more thing I want to ask you. In this battle," the white wolf said with a serious expression, "if... I mean if... I unfortunately die in the battle-"

"-- There is no if, we will definitely succeed." The Dragonborn responded with a firm look, he did not accept the possibility of capsizing in the gutter.

In the ghostly wind, Geralt's flowing ponytail was very white and shiny, just like using the King shampoo, and adding many special effects.

"Well, what I want to say is... if you meet Yennefer and Triss in the future, regarding the last time I talked with Shikodi, can you..."

At such a serious moment, he was still afraid that the sorceress would be angry. Victor rolled his eyes and stared at the handsome uncle in Angouleme's mouth, "I don't know any Ms. Shikodi!"

The young man had a deep understanding of the moral integrity of Livia's swollen horse in his previous life. He never had expectations, so there was no harm. This is a witcher who doesn't recognize people after putting on pants.

Hearing the answer, Geralt gave a thumbs up, "As expected of my brother, you know, there are some things that women can't know."

The new brother of the White Wolf shrugged his shoulders, "I know very well, it's just a casual act, a mistake that all men in the world will make."

"As expected of a dragonborn poet, this sentence is more beautiful and shameless than Dandelion."

"Are you praising me?"

"Of course, it's a compliment."

...

After talking about the pre-war gossip, the witchers knelt down, drank the potion and began to meditate. The tawny owl provided physical recovery, Patrice's potion enhanced the sigils, and the full moon potion could reduce the damage caused by magic.

Through a short meditation, they can adjust their body and mind to the best state.

After a while, the armor of Udvik creaked, and the blonde witcher who finished first stood up proudly, took out a special amulet and put it on.

This amulet was made by Philippa. After activation, it can hide the breath of life for a certain period of time, so that the spirits cannot see the wearer.

Victor took a deep breath and concentrated his mind. After preparing to start, he began to disassemble the magic secret to see if he could combine it into his own seal.

Then the white-haired witcher next to him also ended his meditation.

White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia, he took out the first symbol, the "Brown Banner Camp Flag" representing death, and infused it with the Alder seal.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, and the sound of fighting was like ghosts crying and gods howling.

When the flag appeared on the battlefield, the cursed magic responded, and the fog became thick and dark.

A soul of a Brown Flag Camp soldier wearing a beaver hat and a special cloak appeared in front of him. He walked straight into Geralt's body and merged with him!

The black thing was inserted with a "sizzle!", and the white wolf shuddered suddenly, and a thin layer of black mist covered his cat's eyes, and then he stepped into the battlefield.

Wearing the amulet that concealed his breath, Victor analyzed the working method of the amulet magic while following Geralt's footsteps.

The two witchers soon arrived at the position where the Brown Flag Camp was stationed.

Under the effect of the mysterious magic, Geralt, who was in charge of the flag and possessed, stood in front, and the fully activated ancient battlefield was full of killing sounds.

And through the guidance of the Brown Flag Camp's military flag, Victor saw that the wandering souls around him became lifelike. They were no longer confused and confused demon skeletons, but Brown Flag Camp soldiers who were sorting out their equipment and waiting to attack.

The warrior standing behind the antlers loosened his collar, "It's so warm!"

"Comfortable autumn, I bet this year's fruit is abundant." The beardless comrade next to him responded cheerfully.

"... I don't know if we can go back alive to pick them."

A tall and burly warrior approached, "You can pick the head of the guy on the opposite side, today."

"Then what are we waiting for? Centurion Digod, the army of Aedirn can't stop us!"

"Quiet, you must wait for the opportunity and let the arrows fly for a while!"

"Sometimes I forget why we are fighting." The warrior standing behind the antlers scratched his neck and sighed.

Centurion Digod sneered, "'Bald' Kraska, it's normal not to know, a powerful king does not need a reason to start a war."

"Isn't it just a fight for Lomako! I said why don't Demawi and Henselt have a duel to settle it all? My brother-in-law is from Aedirn, he is a very kind person." The beardless warrior said.

Kraska agreed immediately: "Starler, you are right. I have also been to the market in Vergen. Their goods are of high quality and cheaper than ours."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scolding sounded from behind.

"You damn guys! Stop talking nonsense. Do you think you are philosophers?

Now all of you shut up. Just remember that all the people of Aedirn are bastards, and the fertile land of 'Lomako' belongs to Kaedwen!

We are the Brown Banner Battalion! Sleep when you need to sleep and get up when you are called; drink carefully during the mission and must leave a sip for the boss; and most importantly, you can rape women when no one sees you!"

The scolder wore a corporal badge, and his vulgar words filled the position with a happy atmosphere.

Centurion Digod patted his chest, "Hahaha, Zevik is right! I have to fight ten to break Vergen!"

"Really? I don't believe it! I bet 500 ducats that you can't do it." Victor from Keldron couldn't help but complain.

The ghosts around looked at each other in bewilderment, "Who!? Who's talking? Get out of here!" Because of the amulet's concealment effect, they were in a panic and couldn't see the blond witcher.

Just at this moment, Geralt, who was standing in front, waved the big flag and said, "Now, Vandergrift has ordered. For the king, the Brown Banner Camp charges forward!"

The ghost warriors who received the order immediately abandoned the idea of ​​looking for the mysterious voice, bravely walked out of the bunker and charged towards the battlefield.

Just as the Brown Banner Camp was out, Geralt shivered again, and a black thing "sizzled" flowed out of his body, and the cat's eyes that had been gloomy returned to clarity.

"Are you okay?" Victor asked.

But before Geralt could answer the question, the symbol of bravery on his body-"Selkirk's Armor" automatically emitted black light, controlling the white wolf to rush to the central battle circle.

Hehe, following the footsteps of the white-haired witcher, the blond witcher also stepped into the meat grinder.

The play being played here is Geralt playing the leading role, acting out the fight that Selkirk used to fight to destroy the Brown Banner Camp.

Watching Piruet's sword dance, it can be asserted that the White Wolf has regained his physical freedom, but the surrounding Brown Banner Camp soldiers all regard him as the commander of the Aedirn Army, and rush forward to beat him up one after another.

The whole process is actually quite funny to watch from the sidelines.

The scene is thrilling, and the results that Selkirk of Guleta could achieve can only be better achieved by Geralt of Rivia. In addition, Victor is stealthed and covered, helping to reduce the number of Brown Banner Camp soldiers from the outside.

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With the cooperation of inside and outside, Victor and Geralt blossomed on both sides, and soon the Brown Banner Camp was on the verge of collapse as historical facts, and Selkirk's armor also dimmed.

Then the symbol of hatred, Vandergrift's sword, emitted black light. This scene is about Kaedweni General Vandergrift, who, after discovering that the Brown Banners were defeated by Aedirn, furiously went on the field himself and killed the commander Seltchik in a duel.

Then the armor on Geralt's body disintegrated and reorganized on a certain war spirit, forming a new "Seltchik", and holding Vandergrift's sword, Geralt transformed into Kaedweni General.

The "Brown Banners" who originally wanted to attack him also stopped immediately, ran a 180-degree turn, and killed the freshly-made war spirit Seltchik.

Once again, the process is actually quite funny to watch.

But in fact, the war spirit Seltchik is not funny at all. It is full and swollen and it makes a harsh roar. The remaining soldiers of the Brown Banners threw down their flags and fled in fear, thus announcing the destruction of the army.

The surrounding armies gradually emerged, including Kaedwen and Aedirn. They could be called a legion because of their large number.

They all came to witness the duel between Vandegrift (Geralt of Rivia) and the war spirit Seltchik.

Put on the Quen shield, the silver sword spun and flowed, and Geralt and Seltchik danced.

Other signs were almost ineffective against the war spirit. It was immune to Igni flames, immune to Axis mind, and it was difficult for Alder shock and Aden control to affect its huge body.

This duel had to be fought. As mentioned before, the war spirit was the physical embodiment of hatred and bloodthirstiness. The battlefield evil spirits fought fiercely and suffered heavy casualties. They had the charisma of a leader and could effectively command their deadly subordinates in life.

If it were not limited by the plot, now would be the time for a duel. The war spirit Seltchik waved his hand, and the surrounding demon army belonging to Aedirn would swarm up and drown the weak witcher.

They fought fiercely, and the scene was that the white wolf had the upper hand. After a while, it should be able to defeat the opponent.

But Victor felt the "hidden amulet" on his chest gradually dimming, and he hoped to solve the problem as soon as possible.

Fortunately, there is a way to "break the chrysanthemum" in this troublesome situation. He lurked behind Selkirk and chose a moment when the war spirit showed a flaw, and launched a righteous backstab, deeply penetrating the other's heart.

Ignoring Selkirk's angry wails, Geralt then inserted from the front, and this move of sandwiching the front and back for men completely defeated the war spirit.

Watching this scene, the surrounding Aedirn army was dejected, and the Kaedwen army cheered like thunder.

Successfully completing the symbol of hatred, the black air on Vandergrift's sword faded, flew out of his hand to the armored war spirit not far away, and reorganized into the new "Vandergrift".

This new guy who is bigger than "Selkirk" raised his sword and roared, responding to the cheers of the Kaedwen army. Now it is the highlight of his revenge.

Undoubtedly at this moment, he, Vandergrift, is the most handsome guy on the battlefield!

After three consecutive possession battles, the white-haired witcher who stayed in place had consumed a lot of energy and his steps seemed a little staggering.

The blond witcher saw this and was about to step forward to help, but a roar suddenly broke out - Vandergrift glared at the two intruding witchers.

The hidden amulet on Victor's chest failed...

Geralt's next plot has not yet begun...

The war spirit waved his hands vigorously, and the Kaedwen army rushed towards the two.

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