Witcher's Atelier

"Actually, I am surprised that you and Victor would choose to directly participate in the war. You must know that if I fail, Aedirn and Kaedwen will definitely liquidate the Phantom Troupe." Saskia said.

Angoulin smiled and said, "The purpose of our brigade is to act chivalrously, punish evil and eliminate traitors.

I don't understand political matters, but according to what the group leader said - we exercise our bodies and hone our sword skills in order to be able to make choices!

This time we chose to help Zoltan and Iorveth, so we chose you. "

"And if they fight for Kaedwen, you will support them?"

"My dear, although I am a fool, I know that no inhuman race will fight for Henselt."

The unnaturally thick dark clouds sprinkled small and even droplets of water, making people wet all over.

The wet dragon slayer Saskia and the Temerian golden eagle Angoulein, two fierce women rushed into the mine in the upper city while talking, lit torches and explored deeper to confirm whether the back door had been invaded.

Walking through the quiet rock tunnel, the fierce battle outside seemed to be taking place in another world. They did not encounter the worst enemy they expected, but were surprised to find the best hope-the dispatched reconnaissance team.

The surrounding walls were hung with lit torches, and the spacious stone hall could easily accommodate their group of more than ten elf warriors, as well as more than twenty mercenary corpses - I don't know who made them.

Squatting down to explore these remains, the common features were sharp cuts and seven holes oozing blood. They were both experts in combat. Angouleme and Saskia looked at each other and exchanged opinions.

"Swift swords...these mercenaries originally surrounded the opponent, but were massacred by the opponent instead."

"...Hey, I probably know who did it and how he did it!"

"Hmm... I know it too. It's a dragon's roar. The dragon's roar in the narrow space must be his poison! Tsk tsk, ordinary people can't stand his roar."

Angoulin was slightly surprised, "Wick hasn't used it in Vergen, has he? Hmm... He even told you his trump card. It seems he really trusts you."

Touching her nose, Saskia agreed with the girl's statement.

The military situation outside is still raging. Now that the tunnel is confirmed to be safe, it is time to go back as soon as possible.

The dragon slayer, who was thinking about the strategy, stood up and was about to give the order, but she suddenly felt dizzy, staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, Angouleme was there to help her immediately.

"Are you okay? We are so unlucky to start the war on a day when you are anemic."

"No...I am not today, forget it...let's go back quickly, maybe he is waiting for us on the city wall."

Saskia, who had returned to normal, patted the back of Angouleme's hand to express her gratitude.

The two of them returned to the battlefield, leaving the elven warriors to focus on burning the corpses of the mercenaries to prevent the ghouls or carrion demons from smelling the scent.

…

And the man who stopped Kaedwen's raid was walking in Vergen.

During the war, most areas in the city were under control, but there were still some remote areas where minimal activities were maintained.

Wearing an iron mask and a gray cloak, Victor. Corleone walked through the streets and successfully arrived at Philippa. Erhardt's residence.

No surprise, the sorceress is not at home now, and there is no one else in the house. It is a good time to search and explore.

It was a standard cave dwelling with a familiar layout. This was not the first time for Victor to come to her house. He was more vigilant for safety. He went directly into the back room and started to check the desk and bookshelf.

He didn't know what he would find, he just didn't feel like he could trust the other person.

…

From darkness to light rain and clear sky.

As soon as they walked out of the mine, Angoulin and Saskia met Zoltan. This punk-headed dwarf had experienced hundreds of battles and few things could make him nervous, but he was very nervous now.

"Saskia, the king's flag has been raised on the opposite side, and King Henselt is preparing to personally lead the assault. Seeing this situation, our young men are all distracted and have lost their fighting spirit..."

Angoulan's eyebrows, recognized by the dwarves as Vergen's most beautiful ones, raised, "Zoltan, you have to let them know that if you don't have confidence in victory, you will be slaughtered by others! Henselt's butcher knife will not attack non-human races. So soft!"

"I tried, but they still can't cheer up." Zoltan shook his head and sighed.

This is a limitation of the militia. Unlike the regular army, they are more likely to lose morale and need more guidance from leaders.

Fortunately, the non-human race in Vergen is not a piece of loose sand. They have the "Dinghai Shenzhen" to place their souls on.

Take a deep breath, Holy Maiden of Aedirn. Saskia looked heroic, "Don't be anxious, Zoltan, go gather the defenders, I will speak to them myself."

…

Crisis or opportunity, the commotion outside the house did not affect the tranquility of Philippa's residence.

After rummaging through the desk and drawers, Victor found no secret letters, but he unexpectedly discovered that many of Philippa's books were related to the dragon clan.

From "The Dragon's Sorrow", "Twelve Uses of Dragon Blood", "Basics of Dragon Scale Forging" to "Specialized in Coughing." "Ryuukakusan" and "Dragon whip, fried, fried, delicious no matter how you eat it!" 》.

There is a dazzling collection of books on everything from the physical characteristics of dragons to their reproduction and habitat. I didn’t expect Philippa to be a dragon lover, or… this is the research topic of apprentice Cynthia.

Unfortunately, other than that, he couldn't find any special clues. The witcher sat down on the recliner, picked up a book on potion formulas from the table, and read through it.

Originally, he didn't think it was of any importance, but the recipe recorded on the page with the engraved bookmark happened to be the poison that Saskia was poisoned--Mage's Pain (Netherworld Element).

Usually, the antidote formula is next to the poison formula, so he scanned it and saw that the removal material area was clearly written. It requires mountain sage, royal blood and powerful magic items.

There is no mention of memory rose above...

Slapping his forehead, Victor couldn't get rid of the deep frown between his brows. He clearly remembered that Philippa Ehrhardt had declared that "memory rose combined with mountain sage can heal the soul."

Fortunately, more than one rose was taken at the floating port. The alchemist took out the memory rose from the herb bag and began to listen to the voice of the plant.

...

Lundulin Square.

The Saint of Aedirn stood on the high platform, looking from left to right. Whether it was elves, dwarves or humans below the stage, they were all brave warriors of Vergen City, fighting since morning.

But at this moment, their eyes were full of fear and dejection. They were afraid of the warriors of Kaedwen and the reputation of Henselt. They were whispering and thought they were dead.

"We will all die..."

"We can't resist the attack!"

"Henselt is invincible"

Hearing these weak whispers, Saskia thought, "You are wrong, very wrong! And I will correct you!"

At some point, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the sun shone brightly.

Bathed in the sun, the dragon slayer opened her hands, her posture was fearless and brave, and her voice was bright and clear.

"Good afternoon everyone, why is it so quiet!? I thought you would be very happy! King Henselt's visit is our honor!"

Her beauty awakened the innocent longing, and her words were like the scorching sun penetrating the dark clouds, shining directly into the dark corners of the soul.

"I will not deny that the monarch of the Unicorn Dynasty will personally lead the guards to launch the most violent attack on us in history.

We not only have to fight his elite subordinates, but also their king!

However, this is both a threat and an opportunity. The arrogant Henselt neglected our beliefs and thought he could easily crush us.

But he did not expect that when he was beaten to dust, he would definitely accept our victory. Isn't the greatest dream of a soldier to overthrow a monarch?

If you are afraid of fighting and raise the white flag, then Henselt will begin to rule here.

The sign of the hotel will say 'only serve humans', the dwarves will suffocate to death in the mines, and the elves will stay in the forest to hunt forever!

The king will execute all the peasants because they don't bend low enough when bowing!

Tell me, is this the life you want to leave to the next generation?!"

"I refuse!" the dwarf miner shouted.

The poor elves waved their fists, "Impossible!"

"You are afraid because Henselt appeared! Who is he?! Is he a god?!

No... He has hands... He has feet, and the blood flowing in his body is red like ours! If he dares to take a step over the wall... We are happy to let his blood splash!"

"That's it, let him bleed all over the ground!" The poor elves cheered in unison.

The dwarf miner slapped his chest, "Catch Henselt!"

"Long Live Saskia!"

Amid the cheers and roars of countless people, she was going to end her speech, but Saskia's mind suddenly flashed the shadow of a certain person and his incomparable charming speech, so she continued.

"Some of you may never see tomorrow's sun, and may never be reunited with your family and friends, but when they are buried, we will take care of and respect their graves.

The land of the Aedirnians! Sacrifice allows those who survive to live with dignity! Only in this way can life have meaning!"

Everyone knows that the word "people" does not include non-human races in Henselt's heart. He is eager to hang every dwarf and elf in the territory.

So we must never fail! We must work together for our future! Not to resist tyranny or persecution, but just to avoid being eliminated and fight for the right to live!

To survive!

If we win, Pontar Valley will become a free republic! We must continue to survive, we must fight for freedom!

I swear here that I will not surrender!

Let us swear together that we will not be slaughtered!

Get ready my brothers, gather at the city wall, and let Henselt see a real battle!

No freedom! Or death!

Today!

We are going to celebrate the anniversary of the founding of the *! ”

In the silent square, when the dragon slayer raised his fist to the sky, the people's roar shook the sky.

"Long Live Saskia!"

"We will not be slaughtered!"

"No freedom! Or death!"

Listening to the speech in the square, countless young people were deeply moved and bit their lower lips, "My body feels so light. Why, why am I shaking?

Why am I crying...Is it because the saint's armor is shining?

Yes! There is nothing to be afraid of, because I am no longer alone!"

...

"Today! I will lead the charge!"

--Henselt, the King of Kaedwen, the last blood of the unicorn, the Lord of Ardkalai, the ruler of Kangongen and Maror, the Grand Duke of Banard and the Conqueror of Nilfgaard--

...

On the walls full of ladders, the fighting was in full swing and the battle situation was extremely tense.

Yalpan cursed, "Didn't the kids eat? What are you waiting for? Hit them hard!"

"Don't relax, hit them hard! Show the Kaedweni some color!" Zoltan shouted.

The high-spirited rebels were indeed brave, but Henselt's army was too large, and the numerical advantage made it easy for them to attack from both sides.

And in this wave of offensive, a scene that made the Aedirnians despair and the Kaedwenis cheered suddenly happened - the towering, solid, steel-cast ten thousand jin city gate was slowly opened.

Seeing this opportunity, Henselt thought of the report before Dethmo left, and naturally thought that it was the result of the wizard's destruction from the inside. So he led the most elite royal guards of Kaedwen and rushed into the city of Vergen.

Unfortunately, this was a trap, a very classic tactic in the ancient East - let the enemy enter the city, then lower the iron gate, close the door and beat the dog.

According to the memory of a young man, this trick seems simple and simple, but in fact it has caused countless heroes to be shot and fall off their horses. It has deceived Cao Cao and Sun Quan, and countless time travelers have used it to trap and kill powerful enemies.

Combined with Serrit's last words, "Henselt likes to play the role of a soldier, he runs around, he is reckless and bold.", Victor is more confident about this trap.

Of course, the accurate effect in the end, which caught the Lord of Ardkalai unprepared, was also thanks to the unintentional assistance of the dead ghost Desmo.

So when the king rushed into the city gate, the iron gate fell down, and the Squirrel Party, led by Iorveth, rushed out of the ambush cave.

Their appearance was to prove one thing - "Elves are the best archers in the world!"

Wrapped in a crimson turban, a chain-link leather armor covered the muscles of the ape arms and wasp waist, but it couldn't cover the exposed domineering. He easily pulled the longbow, and the specially polished armor-piercing arrows pierced through the royal guards one after another.

The ugly scar on his face that ran diagonally across his forehead, eyebrows, nose and cheeks to his chin gave him a masculine charm of eagle eyes and wolfish looks.

"Soul of Vengeance". Iorveth!

He is a terrorist, a murderer, a fox in the forest, and a free fighter who decides the outcome of this battle with a huge disparity in strength. Even the fierce Kaedwenians were afraid of the Scoia'tael commander.

Iorveth commanded the elven archers ruthlessly, shooting arrows from the battlements. Henselt's army was like a bird in a cage, and could only be cruelly harvested. The outcome of this war suddenly lost suspense.

And the young adjutant with dreadlocks, Lanxi Yisnilan, was also excited and flushed, jumping up and down like a monkey, shouting encouragement.

"Spar, Aespar, Spar'le! (Shoot, shoot, shoot them!)"

"Aespar, N'aen Voe'rle, Spar'le aen Ichaer sreabhadh! (Shoot hard, don't stop, don't stop until you bleed!)"

...

"Your Majesty, please order the entire army to break out. We still have a chance to pay the price."

However, seeing more and more Kaedwen soldiers dying tragically without any chance to fight back, King Henselt, who was protected in the center, looked gloomy and shook his head to reject the guards' proposal.

"No, enough people have died today. Raise the white flag and let the Scoia's Party stop the massacre."

Henselt surrendered and in fact acknowledged Saskia's victory. Although the final war negotiations still needed to be carried out, the Third War of Upper Aedirn ended here.

It took me a long time to write that ancient saying of shooting blood, and I checked it word by word on the website. Thank you book friend Prof_S_Snape for the reward and encouragement.