Witcher's Atelier

The wind is blowing!

Thick clouds roll over the Blue Mountains.

Looking over the shores of Lake Lomugna from a high place, you can vaguely see the outline of the glorious ancient city.

"I know the path. If you go this way, you can lead to the city gate. Come with me!" Iorveth walked in front.

Victor followed, "How long ago was the last time you came here?"

The steps paused slightly, the Elf Commander sniffed and answered softly.

"Hundreds of years ago, when the bloodthirsty and cruel bastard Rubenecker ordered the massacre of the city."

After getting the answer and stroking his chin, the witcher stopped asking questions, but Angoulan winked and frantically indicated that he wanted to know.

So they fell a few steps behind, keeping a small distance away from Iorveth in front and the dozen or so Scoia'tael elves behind.

Victor lowered his voice, "The elves' rule over Lomunne was ended by the infamous Redanian commander Milan Rubenek of Tritog. He ordered his soldiers to massacre all the elves in the ancient city. By age and gender.

It was after that massacre that the city was abandoned and has been slowly decaying ever since. "

"Wait...regardless of age and gender!?" Angoulan was a little unbelievable.

Victor shook his head and sighed, "Yes, and the worse is yet to come. For this reason, "Elirian" set off an all-out war between elves and humans. She called on countless young elves to go to the battlefield and eventually died in Shayi The Massacre of Laverde.

Just as she promised in advance, they died with dignity, heroism and honor, but in terms of consequences, it was her last chance to destroy the race with her own hands.

Because of her stupid actions, an entire generation of elves with the ability to reproduce died in the war. From then on, the surviving elves were no longer able to fight, and Baihua Valley was now unable to even achieve normal population growth. "

"Hiss!" gasped, Angoulin scratched his hair, "Ugh! ... So miserable ... He looked very young, but he stopped lifting.

Wick, aren't you a master of aphrodisiacs? Can you give them some medicine to eat so that they can thrive again? "

"I hear you are talking nonsense! It's not like they can't get hard after taking an aphrodisiac! Even Megatron can't cure infertility caused by aging─" The amused alchemist suddenly fell silent while laughing and scolding.

Yes...the elves' reproduction problem is due to the lack of energetic genetic factors, but what if there is a potion that can reactivate their balls? .

"Henselt's problem is not his erection, but his age. Even the strongest Megatron cannot cure infertility caused by aging!"

Before fighting the giant octopus monster in the floating port, Xi'er. The words Tanshavier said suddenly flashed through Victor's mind like a bolt of lightning.

The wheels of history are turning, and a certain man finally seizes fate by the throat - there is no doubt that whoever can save the elves from infertility will be the real king of the Valley of Flowers!

The young man had a complicated look on his face, "..., Angouleme, you are a genius! Your IQ is definitely over 250! This is the best answer I have ever heard!"

"Hehehe, is it true? Wick, I think so too." The girl said proudly.

Walking on the mountain road to Lomugna, the alchemist took out the giant octopus monster's "stem-changing arm" and listened carefully again.

…

“If we want to use a metaphor, we are like a ‘Sphinx’ (sphinx), silent, thoughtful, hidden and dangerous, mysterious, wise and fantasy.

We are powerful and brave. Fearless, timeless and powerful. Yes, the sphinx should be the symbol of the coven of sorceresses. "

──Imperial Court Warlock. Ashley. watt. Anahim's thoughts on the Sorceresses' Covenant

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Lomugna. Nilfgaardian camp.

There is a pool in the courtyard, and spring water continuously gushes out from the marble kettle held by the statue of the water nymph. The shape is exactly the same as the ruined bathhouse of Kamaiwei in the floating harbor forest.

They are all produced by ancient elves, so it is not surprising that they are similar. The difference is that there are no red roses in the pool, but green aquatic water lilies, and there are goldfish swimming leisurely among the lotus leaves.

"Cuir bac ar an bhfuaim, cuir deireadh leis an íomhá, agus cuir cosc ​​ar iontráil agus imeacht."

Chanting the spell again, the sorceress confirmed that the protective force field completely isolated the courtyard from the rest of the palace, prohibiting entry and exit, blocking sight and blurring sounds.

This place is now her domain boundary. No matter what happens inside, no one outside will know.

On the clean slate floor of the courtyard, the eight symbols of the elven zodiac "Vika" were painted in advance. She lit three black candles. The candlesticks were equipped with parabolic mirrors to help focus the light. They were placed respectively on May Day, Harvest Festival and Ghost Festival. The location of the festival.

Inside the zodiac ring, another smaller ring is painted, dotted with magical symbols and surrounding a five-pointed star.

Place three small iron tripods on the three symbols on the inner ring, and Ashley carefully placed three crystals on the top of each tripod.

The crystal facets exactly match the structure of the tripod, meaning there will be no error in their placement. But even so, the sorceress still checked it several times.

The next move was important and she didn't want to take any risks.

After a short while of inspection, she picked up a small white green jade statue and placed it in the center of the five-pointed star.

Then she stepped back and took a deep breath, raising her hands and chanting a spell.

"Glaoim ort teacht ar ais, athbhreithe, ardú, agus na geimhle a scaoileadh, agus fillfidh mé ar ais ar do chruth bunaidh iad. (I call you back, untie, unbind you, and I return you to your original form.)"

The candle suddenly began to burn, reflecting the crystal facets. The curved mirror reflected beams of light towards the statuette, and its color quickly changed from green to gold, and then became transparent after a moment.

The air was filled with shimmering magical energy, colliding with the protective force field.

The candles burst into sparks, casting shadows on the floor, and the magic circle seemed to become a living thing, with the patterns on it flowing and changing.

Ashlei did not put down her hands, nor did she stop chanting the spell.

As the lightning flashed, the statue expanded like dough, bulging, throbbing, and trembling, and its structure and shape were also changing rapidly.

The strong light emitted by the crystal penetrated the air and continued to illuminate the squirming and gradually condensing substance in the center. A moment later, a human body appeared in the magic circle. It was a red-haired woman, lying softly on the floor.

Ashley finished casting the spell, the candle went out and smoke came out, and the light of the crystal dimmed. She put down her arms and moved her fingers, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

The red-haired woman on the ground exhaled, curled up and groaned in pain.

"What's your name?" Ashley asked softly.

The woman kept twitching and wailing, her hands always covering her lower abdomen.

"Dear, come on, what's your name?"

"T...Telli...Triss!!! Uh ah ah ah..."

The sorceress breathed a sigh of relief. Her brain was not damaged, at least the worst situation did not happen.

The red-haired woman continued to twist and wail, pounding her fists on the floor, and retching non-stop. Ashley waited patiently and calmly.

She was a green jade statue just now, but now she was in extreme pain. This was very obvious and normal. It was a side effect of the seal.

"Triss Merigold," the sorceress interrupted the woman's moan after a long pause, "wake up! You can overcome it."

She struggled to support herself on her hands and knees, rubbed her nose with her wrist, and looked around blankly. Her eyes swept over Ashley - as if the sorceress was not in the courtyard at all - and stopped at the fountain with clear water flowing out, and her eyes lit up.

Climbing to the fountain with great difficulty, Triss struggled to climb the edge of the pool and fell into the water with a splash. She was choked by the water and coughed violently, spitting saliva repeatedly. She separated the water lilies, crawled to the statue of the water nymph, and sat down with her back against the base. Let the water cover her chest.

"Aishile," she murmured, stroking the silver amulet with sapphires on her neck, and looked at the sorceress with a clearer look, "I didn't expect it to be you..."

"Yes, it's me. Honey, do you remember anything?"

"I... I'm going to Vergen to find Philippa. Her apprentice plotted against me and sealed me up... Damn it, I'm going to kill that damn woman!"

The sorceress blinked, "It's so strange, Philippa's apprentice sealed you up, but the statue fell into the hands of Hillard, who sent me to unseal you... What do you remember?"

"That was a blonde woman... Bastard. Geralt. Kingslayer. And the terrible weight that suddenly hit my head..."

"It sounds like your memory is fine. That's a good thing."

Suddenly feeling weird, Triss lowered her head and looked between her buttocks. It turned out that it was a goldfish swimming around her legs.

"Sorry, Ashley, the water in this pool needs to be changed," she said a little dejectedly, "I just peed in it."

"It doesn't matter, the water in the pool will be directly discharged into the Pontar River." Ashley said with a smile, "But I suggest you check if there is blood in your urine. As we all know, the encapsulation process can cause damage to the kidneys."

"Not just the kidneys..." Triss shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid no organ in my body is intact...at least that's how it feels. Damn it, Ashley, I really don't know what I did to have to encounter this kind of thing..."

"Can you complain less and get out of the pool quickly."

"No, I like staying in it, I don't want to go out at all."

"I understand. You are seriously lacking in water now."

"Not just water. And my dignity! My dignity has been fatally damaged."

"Do you need me to save your dignity? Well...

Don't be sad, Triss, at least only I see all this." She pointed to her face.

Holding the marble statue with both hands and shaking off the lily pads on her body, Triss stood up with difficulty.

She let the spring water wash away the unclean feeling, and drank a few big mouthfuls of spring water to quench her thirst. She waded to the edge of the pool and sat down. She took the towel handed to her by Ashley, wrung out her hair and wiped it, while looking around.

"Where am I?"

"Lomne. The Lomne deep in the Blue Mountains."

Triss blew her nose.

"Is the military conflict in Vergen still going on?"

"No, it ended seven days ago. The young Saskia defeated the experienced Henselt."

"Really? Philippa must be very happy that she has become a royal advisor again." After thinking for a while, she continued, "Originally I should say thank you, Ashley. But this time the seal is not necessarily a good thing. From what you said, I am now in the hands of Hirad. Will he kill me?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The sorceress frowned, "Although I don't know how the statue fell into his hands, I will definitely try my best to save your life. I will confirm with him later.

Now take this cloth and the blanket and wrap it up. After you take a bath - I mean, in a more decent place, after taking a bath in a bathtub full of warm water, we can have a good chat."

"Ardaitear an seala. (The seal is lifted.)"

Chanting the spell to open the barrier, Ashley saw the white hyena Hirad Fitz Oyestran, the Nilfgaard ambassador mentioned by Foltest, waiting outside the courtyard, approaching with the imperial military attaché and several guards.

The sturdy and majestic bald imperial military officer next to him was enough to make people feel scared at a glance. He was cold, iron-blooded, and determined. There were deep lines under his mouth, and his narrow eyes revealed cruelty and ruthlessness.

The sorceress knew this villain, Renoua Ep Matson. If Hillard was the spokesperson of Emperor Emhyr in the north, then Renoua was his steel fist.

"Evn'gesaen. (Ambassador)"

"Assire var Anahid, hoe gaat het ermee? (Aishile. var. Anahid, how is it?)"

"Sir, the sealed person is Triss, King Foltest's advisor. Fortunately, the seal only temporarily stopped her life and did not cause long-term damage. As long as she replenishes enough sugar and water, she will be fine."

Hearing her explanation, Hillard smiled warmly, "Daerienn, Visse gead'tocht gaedeen. (Sorceress, you did a good job.)"

"Ambassador, can I know where you got this statue?" Taking advantage of the harmonious atmosphere, Ashile asked.

At this moment, the military officer Renoua who came behind her suddenly broke the sorceress's wrist and strangled her throat so that she could not chant the spell.

On the other side, a heavy punch of "Bang!" hit Triss, who was weak by the pool, and she fainted after being beaten by the soldiers. They handcuffed her with anti-magic metal shackles.

Standing calmly in front of the sorceress, the ambassador's tone was gentle and calm, like a kind old father, "Uan, Visse ess'spaet aep uav raet, daar'tocht aep Nordling daerienn. (Skilled girl, you dare to conspire with the sorceress in the north to overthrow the country.)"

The shock of the secret being revealed and the sudden thunder, Ashley struggled desperately, but was strangled by Renua's iron fist, so that she couldn't even say a word of begging for mercy.

Hillard looked indifferent, "Me hen aveen'eans aep tooraen. Me peuvt aen alvear'daeg. (I am no longer at the age of getting angry. All I can feel is a faint sadness.)"

Pulling out the dagger from his waist, the ambassador mercilessly stabbed the sorceress in the abdomen, one, two, three, and four times, stirring vigorously each time, until the sorceress died completely in the hands of the imperial military officer.

Renoir then coldly threw the body into the pool, allowing Ashlei, who was once famous in all countries, to drift through the drain hole and fall into the sewer. There, countless dark creatures will soon devour her.

The plan went smoothly. With his hands raised in a Y shape, Hillard faced the bright sunshine, "Gloir aen Ard Feainn! (Praise the sun!)"

Renoir knocked on the breastplate, "Gloir aen Ker'zaer! (Glory to the emperor!)", and the object of his praise was obviously different from that of the ambassador.

The soldiers of Nilfgaard lifted up Triss Merigold and dragged her away.

Thanks to book friends Lu Fangwei and Gui Xiu 123 for their 10,000-yuan reward encouragement, and thanks to book friends Prof_S_Snape and Strawberry is really delicious for their reward encouragement.