Witcher's Atelier

Geralt left anyway, waving his hand and not taking a single cloud with him.

Especially after confirming that even if Vergen was defeated, Victor had no intention of dying with Angouleme, he walked very freely.

Vernon of the Blue Guard. Roche and Weiss also hugged the young witcher goodbye.

Watch them leave.

Facing the dim light of the morning, Victor moved south. However, due to the mobilization of Henselt's entire army, the young man had to use roundabout tactics and take a large detour to avoid Kaedwen's main phalanx.

…

When he entered the quarry valley northeast of Vergen, unnaturally dense dark clouds suddenly floated from the sky, and small, even, drenching water droplets dripped down.

Then he saw the corpses of the troll's "friends", a male troll decorated with antlers and a female troll decorated with goat skulls. The couple had obviously fought hard, but were ultimately outnumbered.

The perpetrator should be a professional mercenary. The wounds caused by several different weapons can be identified on the corpse. The regular army would not make it so complicated.

──A professional mercenary group just passed through the canyon.

Making careful judgment, Victor took the time to process his "friend's" liver and then cremated the couple.

As we all know, waste is shameful, and "Troll Liver" is an essential ingredient for many high-level sword oils.

…

It was raining all the time and the atmosphere was not very harmonious.

Following the clues left by the mercenary group, although they were not familiar with the direction, they were still on the right path.

There is only one possibility to appear here at this time, which is to use the secret passage to attack Vergen from the back mountain mine.

"Brave gentlemen, we will reach the city in no time and catch them off guard!"

"Shut up and focus on leading the way, Alfred of Aldeburgh. You have led me in the wrong direction several times."

"Damn it, you should have enough respect! I am a noble after all, you can't expect me to be familiar with dirty mines!"

"Noble gentleman who was driven out of Vergen and lost his territory, if you hope to get a reward, you should know that the king does not like to wait!"

Finally, not long after entering the mine, Victor heard voices coming from deep, and he quickly accelerated his pursuit.

However, it was obvious that there were capable people in the opponent's team, and the witcher quickly noticed that the opponent had stopped and lay in wait for him.

Fortunately, this was a cave...a narrow cave, so he fearlessly stepped into the spacious rock chamber and allowed more than fifty people to surround him with torches and weapons.

This mercenary group is quite wealthy, well-equipped and well-armored, and its leader is a bald man with a golden beard.

In the blazing fire, he stared into Victor's eyes, "A witcher!? Sir, what are you doing here? Let me remind you that this place is very close to the battlefield, so be careful with your tongue."

Although the tone was interrogative, to be honest, Victor was quite surprised that this guy was so friendly to the witcher, that he actually called him sir and was willing to ask why he was here.

So he told the truth, "I want to go to Vergen to find friends. There are too many Kaedwen people blocking the front entrance, so I have to take the back door."

The opponent's posture was calm and composed, and the mercenary leader was unwilling to cause trouble.

He frowned, his brown pupils flickering, "Witcher, I suggest you leave! Now! Immediately!"

"But I have a reason why I have to go in..."

At this time, the aristocratic-looking man who I had seen at the round table, who should be Alfred of Aldeburg, stood up and shouted slander, "I have seen him! This dirty witcher is Victor Ko. Leon──Saskia’s slut mistress!”

Alfad's accusation suddenly intensified the atmosphere of the conflict. Alchemist calmly took out a tube of potion and drank it.

Take a deep breath.

…

"Vos-lo-da!"

The eardrum-breaking roar of the dragon erupted, followed by a fight. Defeating these crumbling warriors was no more difficult than slaughtering a pig. No one in front of him could resist his attack.

"King's Guardian" performs a brisk sword dance, and "Terrible Overlord" adds unparalleled bludgeoning damage. He slashes the mercenaries with overwhelming force.

The absolute confidence to dare to be trapped in a tight siege, Dragon Roar is what Victor relies on.

You must know that this is a cave, and no matter how spacious the hall is, it is also a cave. How the vampire woman used to deal with the witchers, now he will deal with these mercenaries.

Sword, such a fast sword.

Victor's sword.

The unique King’s Guardian in heaven and earth.

The sword light flashed again, just once.

With a move of his hand, the sword light flew up! No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword.

It was no longer just a sword, but the wrath of the God of Thunder, a strike of lightning.

The sword flashed and disappeared.

When the witcher left, the mercenary who passed by was still standing there, motionless, his hands dropped and his face was stiff.

Soon there was only one person left standing in the field.

He cut Alfred's throat with the edge of his sword, his expression relaxed, and he only showed superficial respect for the king. Victor didn't care about the nobles at all.

He deflected the attack with his backhand, and heavily chopped down the mercenary captain who tried to rush towards him. The bloody steel sword was pointed at the tip of the opponent's nose.

Pressing his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding, the honest-looking bald man fell to the ground and gasped, "It's unbelievable. I haven't forgotten how good you demon hunters are at using swords, but this roar is unheard... What now? Do you want to kill me? ?”

"You gave me a chance to speak, so I will give it to you. You killed my troll friends and prepared to attack my dwarf friends. What do you think I should do?"

"What can I do? Your troll friends plan to eat us! And your dwarf friends, I haven't seen them at all... As for the battle between us, the winner has been decided."

Victor touched the stubble on his chin and suddenly felt that what he said made some sense. It was easy to kill the mercenaries, but they had lost their ability to resist after all, and the share of killings every day should not be too large.

"Sir, I thought I was a tough guy. But thinking about my wife, now...have mercy on me...she is in labor at Tritog, and I want to see the child born.

I have fought alongside Geralt of Rivia in the past. For his sake, if you can let me go, I will give up the mission completely and promise not to appear in front of you again. "

Although he knew that he could say anything when begging for mercy, this man gave him a good impression, so Victor was willing to listen to him say a few more words.

"To be clear, where did you meet Geralt?"

"Your Excellency, I am Adam Pangrat, the supreme commander of the Free Corps during the Battle of Brenner. My wife is Julia Abatmark."

From his self-introduction, others might not know who they were, but Victor, who was familiar with history books, happened to know their names.

"Wow! It's you who married the 'little beautiful cat'?

Congratulations on your marriage.

For her sake, 'Send Off' Pangrat, you can go and say hello to her for me. "

With that said, Victor waved his hand to indicate that he could leave. Although Adam was also stabbed, the wound the young man made for him was not deep because of his polite words at the beginning, and he could move with a little bandage.

It was just the witcher's familiar attitude that gave the mercenary captain a strange association.

"Ahem...ahem, do you know my wife?"

Victor rolled his eyes, “You think I’m going to say your wife is awesome?

No! I don’t know her, I just heard that your wife is very beautiful, and that you fought off the flanks of the Men in Black (the name of the Nilfgaardian army) at the Battle of Brenner. "

"...Those are just false names. Can I know your name?"

"Phantom Troupe, Victor Corleone."

"It turns out that it was His Excellency Duvacin who was in front of you. No wonder... our failure is natural. I swear that I will never forget your kindness. This gem was ordered by my employer to carry. Now I give it to you to show my sincerity."

The exploratory hand took over the gemstone that glowed with lake green light. It was a peridot. Under the light of the fire, Victor could see the lines engraved inside.

This is actually a "Mage's Mark"! As for the mages operating in the surrounding area, there is only one participant in the war who belongs to Kaedwen's side - Desmore!

Holding Peridot in his palm, he didn't expect the opportunity for revenge to appear so unexpectedly. Victor smiled particularly sincerely, "I received your sincerity. I guess he will teleport here soon. Let's go! You and I 's employer happens to have a bill to clear."

…

What happened in the back mountain mine was unknown for the time being, and outside the main gate of Vergen, the offensive was once again frustrated under the city wall. King Henselt needed time to regroup his army, and the fighting stopped briefly.

Located in Kaedwen's temporary position, wearing a red takia and gorgeous robes, the mage Desmer ended his meditation.

Previously, he used fireballs to blast the first city gate, and then summoned dark clouds to rain to reduce the damage of hot oil. Although he had strong magic power, he still had to take a break.

But the fierce fighting situation did not allow him to relax for too long.

Calculating the time, the back-up team he had prepared earlier should come in handy. Early in the morning, he sent Alfred from Aldeburgh to lead Adam. Pangrat's mercenary group went to surprise the mine passage in the back mountain of Vergen.

And now the location of the gem he sensed was parked in the back mountain. He should have arrived at his destination and was waiting for him to be teleported there. Coupled with the cooperation of the more than fifty mercenaries inside and outside, the breakthrough of the second city gate was easy.

So he first sent messengers to inform the king, then recited a spell loudly, opened the portal and went to the location of the mark.

…

All the torches were extinguished, and a peridot was placed in the center of the dark mine.

When the pale golden light shone, the mage who walked out of the portal immediately felt that the situation was strange and could not help but tense up.

Being alone in a completely dark mine, with neither the light of torches nor the enthusiasm of mercenaries kneeling around, this is a situation that should never happen.

trap! ?

Suddenly there was a faint sound of wind above his head in the darkness, and he subconsciously opened his shield to defend himself.

Amidst the loud explosion, he felt that the magic power was a little jerky, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Anti-magic metal bomb!?"

At first he thought they were the remnants of the Knights of the Flaming Rose. After all, other organizations with this technology, whether the Novigrad Guard or the Royal Guards of Kovir, would never appear here.

Of course, this was not a problem for him. With the help of the remaining light after opening the portal just now, he flashed to the corner of the cave and escaped from the scope of the Dimo ​​gold dust.

"Who is it!? How dare you assassinate the Grand Master? It seems that he is impatient with life!" He shouted loudly.

But at this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, and a dagger stabbed through Justice's back and penetrated Desmo's lower abdomen.

Damn it! The assassin has been guarding this position from the beginning, and is sure to dodge the Dimo ​​gold dust, and he will flash here! ! !

There was no vision in the darkness, so the mage dared not flash over long distances. He accidentally got stuck in the mountain wall and died on the spot. He could only move to the center again, endure the interference of the dust on the spell, and distance himself from the attacker.

Pressing the bleeding spot tightly, Desmo yelled, "Who are you!? A despicable villain who hides his head and shows his tail. You dare not tell me your name if you have the guts to plot against me?"

Ignoring the mage's incompetent rage, the assassin remained silent, but suddenly threw out the dagger to prevent him from casting the light spell.

The person who launched the sneak attack in the dark was of course the witcher Victor.

The stealth and lurking skills copied from the snake witcher, combined with the cat's eye potion to provide dark vision, he successfully injured the mage. The existence of the Di Mojin dust completely cut off the other party's chance to open the door and escape.

And his technique of throwing the dagger was also copied from Oaks and Serrit, which can be regarded as revenge from the underworld.

Victor's original intention was to let Desmo not know who killed him until he died.

Unfortunately, the wizard was not a pushover. He tried his best to cast fireballs in all directions, and finally he found out who his opponent was!

"Victor! How could it be you?"

The fireball ignited the collapsed wooden pillar, and the young face of the witcher was divided into light and dark in the flames.

No longer calm and arrogant or sarcastic as before, Desmo pressed his lower abdomen and screamed in pain, "You... do you know what you are doing? I am Henselt's royal advisor. Do you want to challenge the majesty of Kaedwen?"

"Boring threats... I don't care what Henselt thinks! Anyway, you will die here and no one will know.

But since you keep talking about Kaedwen, I will give you a prophecy as a gift before you die.

'Your king and country will soon disappear. I have forgotten the specific process. Anyway, it was done by Radovid!'

It's a pity that you will die here and have no chance to tell your king."

Hearing the words clearly, the wizard's pupils shrank slightly. He had heard the "burning omen" predicted by the dragonborn poet.

He didn't believe it at first, but with Foltest's death, Temeria was in deep danger.

And now, that man once again predicted the demise of Kaedwen, using absolutely certain vernacular narration, and this damn prophecy didn't even rhyme! ?

Dethmo was in a trance. Sparks flew from the two daggers, and Victor rushed straight at him.

At this moment, the world seemed to be playing in slow motion, with high-definition and uncensored pictures frame by frame.

With a hooked nose and wrinkles, the pain forced the sweat on his face to glitter, and the mage screamed in despair, casting the last spell to resist.

However, it was completely useless, and he watched the witcher turn in the air and gracefully dodge the fireball.

The dagger flashed!

After that, the cave roared and shocked everyone.

"Mage Dethmo, has been killed!"

Thank you book friend Prof_S_Snape for your reward and encouragement.