Witcher's Atelier

The huge magic power released by the curse made thunder rumble, lightning pierced the sky, the roar was faint, and the earth trembled slightly.

The sky suddenly darkened and clouds enveloped the banks of the Pontal River. Amidst the gloom and gloom, the cold wind howled by.

At this moment, both Vergen's rebel army and Kaedwen's regular army were cowering in front of the boundless power of magic.

Earth-shattering!

Destructive hailstones fell, mercilessly beating everything around them.

…

A few hours later, south of the Pontar River, Vergen City. The Dragon Slayer's Mansion.

Philippa. When Erhardt entered the room, Saskia was smiling and cleaning a steel sword. The sorceress could tell that it was a magic sword. And sure enough, the next moment, the Saint of Aedirn waved her weapon, and flames rose from the sword.

It was an interesting weapon, and she didn't know where she got it from, but Philippa wasn't going to waste time asking, she had something more important to say.

"Saskia, it's not good for you to be like this. Angouleme has already gone out of the city to search. Trust me, nothing will happen to Victor. You should concentrate now on more important things - commanding the defense plan of Vergen City."

The dragon slayer flicked his wrist, and the steel sword flame extinguished, "Commanding the army is what I am good at, Ms. Erhardt, and I don't see anything wrong with spending a little time waiting and caring about the whereabouts of my friends."

"But you have no experience in siegeing a city in the past..."

"Neither have you, Philippa, and I was about to tell you - my loyal friend - Victor of Keldro is an expert in defensive warfare. With his help, we can lay many more traps. "

The sorceress's face was calm, and her black pupils were dark and deep.

"Dear Saskia, I understand what you mean. But, Zoltan, Yarpan, and Iorveth, your armies are waiting for you, and they need your will.

The 'Second War of Upper Aedirn' has ended, and no matter who is missing, the 'Third War of Upper Aedirn' is about to begin. "

Saskia laughed loudly, with a heroic smile, "Oh no! My dear Ms. Erhart, you don't understand! From the moment we entered the battle to defend the city, the outcome of the war jumped between complete victory or half victory.

Put away your worries, Victor and I are not the kind of relationship you think.

He is my friend, the kind I have never seen before...a friend who I can get along with as an equal regardless of thought or will.

I chose to wait a little, because there were many tactics that I wanted to discuss with him before arranging them, but he hasn't come back yet, so there must be something delayed.

……I see! "

Putting the well-maintained magic steel sword back into the secret compartment, the dragon slayer suddenly stood up and strode out of the room. She was determined and confident to win this war.

…

North of the Pontar River, near the Kaedwen camp, there is an abandoned elven ruins.

The warmth of a campfire…the crackle of burning…the bear skin pillowed against my back.

Waking up from his trance, Geralt stared at the unfamiliar cave ceiling and recalled what happened not long ago.

The curse was successfully lifted... and then the anti-magic impact broke the memory seal, causing a splitting headache... and he must have passed out.

He sat up from his bearskin cushion.

Unexpectedly, the person warming the fire next to her was Weiss, the adjutant of the Iron Guard in blue. Her arms were wrapped with a bandage, her shirt was neatly buttoned, and she was staring at the flames with a solemn expression, looking like she was in a bad mood.

There were two campfires around, and seven or eight blue-clad iron guards were sitting respectively. They were all injured and were applying medicine and bandages to each other.

Moving his hands and feet, Bai Lang made sure he was not injured. "Can I know what happened?"

"Which part do you want to ask about? The Blue-clad Iron Guard's matter or your matter?" The adjutant said in a calm tone, then pointed to the door, "Forget it...I don't know why it happened like this. You go find Wick, he Talk to Roche outside and let him explain it to you."

Shrugging his shoulders, Geralt stood up and walked outside, leaving the campfire and the Iron Guard behind.

When we arrived outside the ruins, we saw a clear blue sky on a summer night, a crescent moon and a sky full of stars.

He stopped as he turned around the mountain col, and heard the voices of Victor and Roche talking in the wind.

Victor complained softly, "I told you not to play so wildly. You should run away when the time comes. How do you think that arrogant clown will entertain you when he finds out who is encouraging his people to keep their eyes open?

Henselt appears short-sighted and stupid because greed clouds his eyes, but he is not a fool. And Desmo, who is smiling like a girl, do you really think he is just a middle-aged pervert? "

Roche interrupted with claps and applause, "Prophet Lord Victor, thank you for your nonsense before and after. Who doesn't know that you can't stay long?

But I still thank you. The black letter you wrote was effective and vicious enough. Coupled with the sudden hailstorm, we survived the desperate situation. The morale of the Kaedwen army must have been severely damaged this time! "

"You are my friend, so I am willing to warn you that you may not have such good luck next time.

think about it! If the curse hadn't happened to be lifted and countless hailstones fell from the sky, you would all have died in the camp.

Even if you escape successfully, if you don't meet me to help you deal with the pursuers, you won't even be able to keep your remaining seven or eight men, and even Weiss may die. Can you accept the consequences? "

Roche didn't respond, and the air was briefly quiet.

Until Victor broke the silence, "What are you going to do next?"

The blue-clad iron guard shrugged, "I have benefited a lot from exchanging information with you. Although I don't know what will happen next, I know where to go to find the answer!

All clues point to Lomunne, where a summit is about to be held to decide whether to re-establish the 'Mage Council' - the authority that once represented all mages and sorceresses in the north.

Ruler of Redania. King Radovid V was invited to participate. And since it was chosen to be held in Kaedwen, Henselt would definitely be there. What's even more interesting is that Nilfgaard actually sent Hillard representatives to attend the meeting. It was clear that they were crushed by the Council of Mages during the Second Northern War. Ambition to conquer!

Look at all these people! Triss, Nilfgaard, Radovid, a bunch of magicians, and the murderer of the king, there are too many eggs in the basket of 'Lomunne'...

Years of intelligence work have taught me one thing: don't believe in coincidences. I dare to assert that the person behind the scenes will have a showdown in Lomugna, and the chaotic situation will become clear there!

Prophet Victor, what do you think of my thoughts? Is there anything else you'd like to point out to me, this idiot? "

"There's nothing to say. I completely agree with your point of view on Romunje. The wise Vernon Roche, the blue-blooded prince, the Avenger of Temeria has already seen through everything──"

"──Damn it! You have such a bad mouth, you will be hanged sooner or later because of it!"

"Don't worry about me. I study the seals and hone my swordsmanship so that this little mouth that spits out fragrance can speak freely at any time!"

"I can't be bothered with you bastard... It's almost dawn and I have to go and get some sleep. Tomorrow we will get a boat and go east up the Pontar River to Lomugna. Do you want to go with us?"

"No, I am prepared to join the war and participate in the Third War of Upper Aedirn, although this choice is very un-witcher."

Roche made no comment on his choice and turned to leave. On the way back to the ruins, I ran into Geralt, who obviously wanted to talk to Victor.

He shook his head and said nothing. He just reached out and patted Bai Lang on the shoulder.

…

Victor. Corleone. The last Duvacin was lying on the turf, looking up at the starry sky before dawn. Geralt sat down, taking Roche's place just now.

"Wick, I have restored my memory. King Slayer... no... Leitho is my friend, as are Oaks and Seret. They helped me track the Wild Hunt and rescue the captured Yennefer!"

Not surprised by this result, Victor raised his eyebrows, "You think of Yennefer!? You tracked the Wild Hunt, what happens next?"

"No, Yennefer is just a name, no character impression. I don't remember what happened next, but we did have a life-and-death relationship. I don't understand why they became king-slayers!"

Victor's tone was lazy, "Leso left a message asking me to tell you that your reputation will be cleared soon. If Roche's inference is true, I guess it will be at this Lomugna meeting that he will give you An explanation.”

"... Maybe he will do it, but I still have to hunt him down. I want to know why he did it, or... for whom?"

"Why do you care so much? Is the reason so important? I thought you should pay attention to Triss's whereabouts now."

The Viper and the White Wolf are both good friends, and Victor hopes that Geralt will shift his focus to find Triss instead of biting the King-Slayer. The current conflict is mainly about the safety of the sorceress. If it can be resolved smoothly, it should reduce the chance of friends killing each other.

"A witcher will not step into political quicksand for no reason. I don't like the rules the king governs the world, but no one has found a better one for a long time. Killing the king will not solve anything, it will only be counterproductive."

Thinking of the Nilfgaard Empire in the south, and then thinking of the soon-to-be-established Republic of Saskia. Victor sighed in his heart... No! Killing the king can solve countless military and political dilemmas, lead to the collapse of Temeria, and the establishment of the Saskian Republic.

But there is no point in saying this to Bai Lang now.

"If you catch Reso, what happens next?"

"When I get the truth out of him, maybe I will agree with his approach, maybe I will chop off his head."

"Tsk! I'm sorry to inform you in advance. I hope he survives, and I will stop you no matter what!"

Folding his hands on his chest, Geralt let out a long breath and decided to change the topic and not discuss Leiso's matter.

"I thought I would wake up in Vergen, how could you come north of the Pontar River?"

Victor chuckled and got up from the turf, "Let me show you my newly acquired extension seal. You taught me the Yaden Binding Seal before, and I will teach you one this time."

With his flowing white ponytail (Duang), Geralt didn't understand why the topic jumped so much, but he believed in Victor, this young man with blond hair and parted hair never hit the wrong target.

I saw his thumb and little finger bent inward, "Quen. Disguise Seal."

Print with thought! The film of Quen's shield instantly covered the young man, and the unique magic ripples on it made the white wolf's eyes light up.

As a master among witchers and the master of the Wolf Faction closest to Vesemir, with his rich experience, he immediately understood the excellence of this seal.

"Quen. Camouflage Seal" does not have the effect of protecting the body, but it can cover the breath of life for a short time; in front of sentient monsters, it is equivalent to suddenly becoming invisible.

Not long ago, the battlefield was full of demon spirits. If there was this seal at that time, they could come and go freely without being chased by Vandergrift.

It was a very practical skill. He acted immediately when his heart moved. Geralt asked Victor for help on the spot and spent a little time learning how to use it.

"Quinn. Camouflage Seal!" After successfully releasing Quinn. Camouflage Seal, White Wolf remembered the previous question under the magic shield, "So this seal... is related to your not returning to Vergen!?"

The Dragonborn applauded the centenarian's associative ability, and then took out the hidden amulet from his arms, "It's closely related. I have a talent for sensing the flow of magic power. The camouflage seal is derived from this object given by Philippa, but you look at the amulet here..."

Geralt opened his cat's eyes to observe where Victor pointed, but he couldn't see why, so he could only stare at him with a black question mark expression.

He poked at a corner of the amulet very seriously, "It's here, the magic pattern circuit is slightly damaged, once the effect is activated, the contained magic power will leak out from here continuously, making it quickly lose its hiding effect!"

Understanding the meaning of the words, White Wolf's eyes suddenly became sharp. The young man dared to participate in the removal of the curse because he had the hidden amulet to save his life. If it suddenly lost its effect and was surrounded, it would probably end up being killed on the spot.

The suspected victim, Victor, smiled brightly, "Of course I don't have any evidence, the damage to the magic pattern may just be an accident.

But I assume that if someone, Philippa or Cynthia, hopes that I will die in battle, then if I don't go back first, she may reveal her flaws.

Cynthia is Philippa's apprentice, a blonde and arrogant sorceress.

Anyway, I was planning to go to the Kaedwen camp to rest without your knowledge, but I ran into Roche and his men who were fleeing. After a melee with the pursuers, we are here."

Geralt laughed loudly, "The process is quite simple, so what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"There is a secret passage in the back mountain that can enter and exit the city of Vergen. I plan to wait until the war starts and lurk in Philippa's residence to see if there are any clues."

"Are you so confident about the attack and defense of Vergen!? I thought you hoped that the non-human race would win and the Republic of Saskia would be established."

"The victory or defeat of a war does not depend on personal bravery, but on advance preparation. More is more, less is less. To be honest, Code The offensive and defensive methods of Ven and Aedirn have always been too crude. These days I have given Saskia many interesting suggestions for defending the city. Of course, Henselt will never think it's interesting. "

"Since you are confident, then I will not participate in the war... Tomorrow I will go with the Blue Guards and go to Lomne to check the situation first."

"Ah... Geralt of Rivia. The Strongest Swordsman in the North, are you willing to help? In fact, I think personal bravery is still very important. Vergen needs your steel sword."

"No, let me refuse. Witchers should remain neutral. As for your participation in the war, I know nothing, and I will not tell Vesemir."

"Neutral! You have double standards. Angouleme has told me privately about your great achievements in the past!"

"Tsk... I don't know what you are talking about... I--"

"--Don't use amnesia to prevaricate!"

...

In the following time, the two witchers continued to talk nonsense until the first ray of golden dawn pierced through the dark clouds.

My hands and feet are cold. I had mutton hotpot the day before yesterday and ginger duck today. Is there anything else that can replenish my body?