Witcher's Atelier

In the wizard's bedroom, the chicken-killing technique achieved the desired effect. Blood was flowing, and the amoeba covered its open wound, crawling on the ground and dying in vain.

After a short pause outside, Roche walked into the room, seeing that the magic blockade had not disappeared.

There was a naked man squatting by the door, shrinking back but somewhat relieved, staring blankly ahead, and following his line of sight, he could see the wizard's body.

A little further away, Victor was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, marveling at them, like a true hero.

Noticing that he opened the safe with a key, the blue iron guard stepped forward and asked, "How is it? Did you find anything good?"

"Some scrolls and books used by mages, and say thank you to me!" While searching the safe, the witcher pointed his chin at the fruit man, "You know, without my help, you will become like that in a few days! Complete and thorough development..."

Smelling the stench, Roche felt a chill, "Damn, how did you know there was a mage here?"

As soon as he asked, he realized that this was nonsense. There was no guard above the basement, so it was natural that there were people in the barrier. But when he saw Anais for the first time, he relaxed his vigilance a little.

"Don't applaud my wit! I heard his happy voice when I came down. Hiding behind the pillar and waiting for him to die is just basic operation." The witcher answered in a lukewarm voice.

Scanning the various instruments installed on the wall, even if he was used to seeing countless torture instruments, the iron guard still felt disgusted, "Forget it, thank you. And come out and unlock the blockade." After speaking, he hurriedly pushed the door and left, not wanting to stay in this room for a moment.

After putting the collected materials into the herbal bag, the witcher left the room and returned to Anais without paying attention to the injured man.

He took a deep breath again, gently placed his palm on the barrier, and felt the flow of magic.

A few minutes later, "Alder!" The vibration of the correct frequency disintegrated the indestructible magic barrier.

The blue iron guard squatted down and looked at the little girl, "I am Vernon Roche from Temeria. This is the witcher Victor.

We are here to save you, are you okay, Anais?"

The little girl stammered and did not speak or move, but just tightly grasped the hem of her clothes. She was not familiar with Roche and had only met him once in Lavaretti Castle.

As for Victor, Anais had seen him several times talking happily with his brother Aryan, but the throat-cutting action just now was exactly the same as the big monk, which reminded her of the dead king of the monastery, so she was afraid.

Seeing the child silent, Vernon. Roche stood up and looked at the witcher, "We should send her to Natalis now, but it's easy to be discovered with a child. Do you have any ideas?"

Victor looked back at the blue iron guard with disdain, "We can only fight! There is no other way. If you hadn't insisted on following me, I could move Anais away without anyone noticing!"

There was no need to explain. Roche wrapped the little girl in his cloak, carried her on his back, and followed Victor out of the basement.

As they walked, they approached the square again. Watching the patrols going back and forth in front, the iron guard chuckled, "Master, can unnecessary killing be avoided?"

"No, it's faster to kill them!" The witcher replied unhappily.

Waving his hand to let Roche and Anais hide nearby to fish in troubled waters, Victor took out the dragon roar potion and ran away alone. He decided to give the Kaedwen people a night full of shock.

...

The moonlight was like water, southeast of Lomne City, northeast of Kaedwen Camp, the scheduled rendezvous location.

With the eight remaining iron guards on standby, Weiss, who was always paying attention to the dynamics of the camp, suddenly heard a strange sound in her ears.

"Ah-woo!" The horror of the wolf's howl resounded through the night sky.

Her face changed slightly. Even from such a far distance, it could be heard clearly, so you can imagine how scary it would be to hear it in the dark tent.

This was indeed the case. Thinking that it was a "werewolf" invasion, many Kaedwen soldiers were suddenly at a loss. They could fight back against their own kind, but they could only be timid when they encountered monsters.

Many soldiers woke up from their deep sleep and were unable to respond effectively in panic. They even accidentally kicked over the campfire and ignited the tent, causing deeper chaos.

The ferocious roars of the midnight hunters, "Ah-woo!", were erratic in the Kaedwen defense zone. Watching the flames soaring into the sky and the chaotic and noisy camp howling from the outside, Weiss put her hands on her hips and was shocked.

Of course, she would not believe that it was such a coincidence that Victor and Roche went in to rescue people tonight and the werewolf just happened to appear.

The wolf howl should be the result of Duwak's excellent ventriloquism, which increased the volume through the dragon roar and created such an incredible effect...

Weiss, who was very confident in her judgment, recalled the ventriloquism of the dragonborn and raised her lips slightly. She was really an opponent worth fighting.

Sure enough, not long after, the adjutant saw a man in Kaedwen costume in the distance, waving a fur hat and running towards their hiding place.

He stopped his men from shooting and let the other party run closer. In the moonlight, Weiss clearly recognized the face. It was undoubtedly Vernon Roche, and the person behind him was Anais La Valette.

They succeeded in doing this almost impossible thing - "Just two people sneaked into the Kaedwen camp and rescued the hope of the kingdom."

Excitedly, he led people to meet the commander. The adjutant helped the little girl down to the ground and took off his cloak to comfort her.

"Where are the Wicks?" Weiss asked, hugging Anais and patting her back.

Roche shook his head to indicate that he didn't know. From the beginning, the breakout plan was to act separately.

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At this time, Victor was lying in the sewer, gasping for breath.

After getting rid of one amoeba, there were other mages in the Kaedwen camp, plus heavy guards and crossbowmen. At first, he planned to cover Roche's departure and then escape with all his strength.

However, the army is the army. The few guards who searched seriously soon exposed the disguised witcher, forcing him to pay the price of three arrows in his body before he was able to get rid of the pursuers.

"Snap! Hiss! Oh!" Victor pulled out the crossbow arrow while screaming in pain. Although there was no feces or barbs on it, and the hit position was not vital, he still chose to disinfect the wound honestly.

In theory, the witcher is not afraid of tetanus, but he is afraid of straw ropes for ten years after being bitten by a snake once.

After a while, the bandage was completed, and the potion combined with the strong self-healing ability significantly healed the wound. Moving north in the general direction, Victor hesitated whether to go to Felicia to rest or return to the Scoia Party camp.

However, at this moment, a light was looming in the distance of the sewer, and the ear could hear someone talking.

Then the light disappeared and the voice was cut off.

The curious witcher moved as lightly as a feather and arrived at the place where the noise just came from.

The area nearby looked like an ordinary sewer. The light and voices just now seemed like an illusion, but the freshly burned corpse on the ground meant that something must be here.

The air was filled with the smell of magic, which should be an illusion. Although it can be solved by magic sense synchronization, Victor remembered that there was a better way.

"Eye of Neheleni" - he took out this black disc-shaped artifact given by Keira to break the illusion.

When she put the thing in her hand, she said, "Remember, every time you use it, you have to think of me once."

Victor smiled slightly.

He took the "Eye of Neheleni" and waved it gently. The green light flashed like an eraser to wipe away the dust, and the mossy sewer wall suddenly misted and dispersed.

It appeared in front of him, as if it was an activated relic. The door was made of solid black steel alloy, and the huge guardian magic eye on the top of the door was piercing, and the orange-red light was ominous.

Looking at the eyes that looked like a giant beast, and then glancing at the freshly burned corpse on the ground, the two were connected with a lot of imagination.

It was better to act than to be moved. He took a step forward and stood in front of the door, and he was in the sight of the magic eye.

He only heard it say in a low and hoarse voice: "I can be kind or ruthless; when I am unhappy, I will take the victim away. I can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, or hurt you, even though you already have me, I give you a favor."

It was indeed a riddle, and a classic wizard trap. If you answer it, you can advance to the next level. If you can't answer it, it will spit out flames and burn you.

What a game of breaking through levels... Victor sighed in his heart while touching his chin. There are very few such mechanisms in this era. I don't know which magic master's masterpiece it is.

And being able to face the magic eye guard calmly, first of all, he is confident that his skills are enough to escape if he answers incorrectly, and secondly, he knows the answer at all.

A nostalgic, somewhat historical old puzzle. During those years of training in Kaer Morhen, old Vesemir liked to play guessing games with him at night.

"Destiny!" Victor's voice was clear and powerful.

The kind face of the old witcher and his explanation of the riddle flashed through his mind, "Fate can be kind or cruel; fate sometimes takes away victims. It walks side by side with me, and occasionally hurts me; fate gives me grace, and I carry out my own destiny."

After receiving Victor's answer, the magic eye guard paused slightly and responded in a low and hoarse voice: "Correct!"

Witnessing the black steel door panel sliding silently to the side, he raised his eyebrows. Combined with the logical design of the riddle judgment, this level of sophistication and handwriting should be a laboratory of a high-level wizard.

Between continuing to move forward or turning around and leaving, the witcher chose to move forward after considering for a moment. Although the subsequent puzzles will become more and more difficult, he wants to know what is hidden in the depths and is looking forward to the harvest.

This accidental encounter with the ruins aroused Victor's curiosity, and the opportunity was rare. There were other people ahead who were clearing the way for him. Just based on the corpses of scholars on the ground, it can be confirmed that they are not the owners of the laboratory.

…

Walking along the wide abandoned tunnel, I didn’t hear anyone talking. Did the first group of people die or advance to the next level?

I noticed a rope ladder descending from the breach in the skylight. It turned out that another group of people bypassed the first line of defense and entered this ruins to explore.

Considering that the city of Lomne is now full of heroes from all sides, Victor is very interested in the unknown developments that will follow.

He kept moving forward.

The steel door at the end of the tunnel was opened, revealing a circular laboratory with all the equipment and furnishings destroyed. The room was surrounded by many statues of unknown meanings, including hourglasses, dragons, white roses, fruit girls, etc.

However, what attracted his attention more were the remains of more than a dozen Redanian soldiers, another charred scholar’s ​​body, and the defeated giant gargoyle.

“Ah! Another mysterious situation to be solved…” Muttering to himself, Victor stepped forward to collect materials for the gargoyle and perform a simple autopsy.

Don't underestimate this action. An experienced witcher can easily restore the entire battle process from the fatal injuries on the soldiers' bodies and the traces left by the destruction of the room.

And such a magical ability is easy to understand. If ordinary people observe the world with 480P picture quality, the witcher uses 1080P. The particles of the two are not at the same level at all, and the information density obtained is certainly not comparable.

As for Victor, although his experience is not rich, he is "gifted"!

You should know that people cannot be generalized. The legendary mutation plus the secondary mutation, the ultra-clear image quality of up to 2160P, makes any clues clear in his eyes, which is enough to make up for the gap in experience.

"Well... the battle just ended not long ago. The Redanian soldiers were rappelled from the skylight, and there were no spellcasters; and there were at least two mages among the group that passed the magic eye guard.

The two strangers met here on a narrow road. At the beginning, the mage was at a disadvantage, so he activated the gargoyle set in the room. After a melee, the mage won the final victory."

By observing the scene, Victor had a psychological expectation of the scale of the battle that might be encountered next. Feeling that the effect of the potion he drank earlier was gradually fading, he re-filled the three-piece set of "Thunder", "Blizzard", and "Tawny Owl", and took an additional "Full Moon" to reduce magic damage.

Prepared for battle, he gently pushed open a crack and heard a man's frivolous voice from inside, "That's it? Our adventure is boring. What a pity, the two scholars who died just now were actually quite interesting."

"Shut up! I need you to be quiet." The answering voice was a woman, who could be identified as Cynthia - Philippa Ehart's blonde apprentice.

"No problem, ma'am." The man said.

Slightly widening the gap, Victor saw the obsidian golem lying on the ground at a glance. Obsidian is a high-end product. In theory, it can rebound lightweight magic. It is not easy to knock it down.

But this machine created to obey and kill was still knocked down by these two wizards? No... It doesn't look like it. The appearance is in good condition. It should be the collapse of the magic core for unknown reasons...

Making a judgment, Victor continued to push the door.

His attitude towards Cynthia was originally orange defense, but after Philippa was arrested, the sorceress appeared here safely, and the danger index immediately rose to red alert.

In the room, the mysterious woman was wearing a black travel robe, with a slender figure, and was reading a document with her head down.

The other man, wearing a red and black thick cloth robe, was inspecting the furnishings in the laboratory, and his profile looked quite young.

Wait... He is the one in black! ?

When he found that the collar of the male wizard's robe was embroidered with a clear black sun mark, combined with the conversation between Hillard and Van Hema that he had eavesdropped on the Pontar River earlier. Victor instantly figured out the reason why Philippa turned over - Cynthia was a spy sent by Nilfgaard.

The person next to her is the enemy, no wonder that cunning woman was ambushed.

Putting down the test tube in his hand, the male wizard looked at Cynthia and questioned, "Respectable lady, Dihenna's laboratory does not seem to be as magical as the legend says. Is there really something that His Majesty the Emperor needs here?"

"Adbert, if you want to be promoted, you must learn to keep silent!" The female sorceress who was reading the document said in a cold tone, suppressing the other party without raising her head.

Victor sneaked into the room deftly, ready to give the lucky Mr. Adelbert a "righteous backstab". He had many questions to discuss with Cynthia, but he was not interested in talking to two wizards at the same time.

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