Witcher's Atelier

More than ten years ago, Geralt of Rivia was sucking juicy crayfish meat at the "Sleeping Dragon Inn" while having a philosophical conversation with an interesting friend.

The knight who called himself Three Jackdaws tapped the table, "Opportunity! That's it. You can't completely deny that maybe there really was a golden dragon in the world: a unique mutant species."

"If it is true, the dragon will have the same fate as all mutant creatures." The witcher lowered his head and bit into the bright red shrimp shell. "It is destined to be unique. It cannot reproduce life because it is too different."

"You are going against the laws of nature, Geralt. Dorregaray of Vol believes that all creation will survive in some way. The end of one existence always means the birth of another. Not at all. Boundaries, at least not in nature.”

"That mage friend was hopelessly optimistic. I remember he also said that ghouls are also very useful. His discussion ignored one factor: nature itself or those who play with the laws of nature will always make some mistakes.

Golden dragons and all other mutant creatures, even if they ever existed, would not be able to reproduce, and their innate boundaries would prevent their survival. "

"Sorry, but I'd like to know what exactly are the boundaries you're talking about?"

"Mutant creatures..." Geralt's jaw tightened, "Bolch, mutant creatures are sterile. Only 'legends' allow things that violate the laws of nature to exist, and only 'myths' can ignore the boundaries of possibility. "

In the blink of an eye, that conversation, after more than ten years of precipitation, has long since faded into a passing cloud, and even the parties involved may not remember it.

…

"Welcome back! How's the situation with Saskia?" Iorveth stood at the crenel, held Victor's hand, and pulled him up the city wall.

Keeping his feet on the ground and letting go of the rope, the witcher responded with a smile, "Don't worry, the rune dagger will work stably. Dragon Slayer... No, the dragon girl has woken up now and is no longer affected by the sorceress."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the one-eyed elf happily hugged the young man, "Well done! Thank you, it's really hard work! Victor, you are the most noble human being I know! You must have sacrificed a lot for Saskia!"

"Uh...ahem." The speaker has no intention of listening, but the listener has the intention. Victor, who had really sacrificed a lot and was deprived of his body and property, coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Is she in good spirits? She must be very disappointed with this ending..."

"That's true. We had a little exchange after rescuing her. Saskia also knew that Ferkin couldn't do anything, so she chose to fly back to the depths of the Blue Mountains to recuperate. She asked me to say sorry to everyone who supported her."

"Really..." Iorveth nodded repeatedly and exhaled, "That's good. Let's recover. She just needs to be alive. I don't blame her at all. It's all the witch's fault that she's like this. !”

An honest and resolute smile, a genuine trust.

The power of licking, eighth level!

This strong wind is blowing towards my face, it’s so overwhelming!

Victor rubbed his nose speechlessly, although Saskiasasi was indeed very charming... he could be called the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.

"What's going on in the city? Why are the city gates closed? Why are the Knights of the Flaming Rose missing?" Not wanting to continue talking about the dragon girl, the witcher naturally changed the subject.

Looking at the setting sun from a distance, the purple clouds are like blood. There were thick smoke floating in the city of Lomugna, and things seemed to be burning.

The elf commander waved his hand and said, "Let's talk as we walk... There is someone waiting for you. For your sake, I resisted the urge to pierce his heart with thousands of arrows. God knows how hard it was for me to endure it!"

"Who is it? Ciel Tansavier or Philippa Erhardt?"

"None of them! I can't bear them for a second. It's Kingkiller Retho, Retho of Guleta. He is waiting for you at the previous camp in Temeria."

"Oh...this is the only reason why you didn't do anything to him. Do I really have such a big reputation?"

The other party paused slightly, "Okay, at the beginning of the chaos, some rebels rushed to our camp, and Leisuo jumped out to help at that time."

"That's it." After hearing the answer, Victor blinked, smiled and followed Iorveth's footsteps.

"What about Sile Tanshavier? Didn't you go after her and fail to catch her?"

"No! I was trying to catch up, but you will never believe who I met!"

"Geralt of Rivia?"

"Damn, how did you know?"

"Of course I know. Relying on the guidance of the stars in the sky, the Winter Maiden lifted her skirt to me and revealed the mystery of the ether. After all, I am a prophet!"

Iorveth chose to ignore his nonsense, "Anyway, the White Wolf did not stay in the camp, and on the mage tower, he actually chose to let go of Sile Tanshavier, Philippa Erhart's accomplice. It’s all for your sake, otherwise I will fall out with him on the spot.”

Victor is not surprised by Geralt's decision. His moral values ​​are too "noble" and are incompatible with this era. It's no surprise that he always appears on important occasions, that is the fate of the "Sword of Destiny".

…

From the bottom of the city wall to the ground, the smell of blood and burning corpses didn't have time to be blown away by the wind, and suddenly filled the nasal cavity with an extraordinary sense of smell.

Victor frowned, "It was a massacre... right? Tell me how it started?"

Not surprised by the witcher's keenness, Iorveth shrugged, "When you and Saskia fought fiercely, the city also staged bloody dramas."

"Who are the actors?"

"The whole city of Lomne participated enthusiastically! The army first arrested the traitors related to those sorceresses, and then turned to a full-scale hunt for mages. There were also some small conflicts between Kaedwen, Redania and Temeria.

Then the devout Knights of the Flaming Rose took the lead in showing the world the unique entertainment of knights - rape, plunder and murder, with everything you need. The regular army soon followed suit.

When the square was engulfed in flames, the kings had already left with their own troops. The crimes that happened in the city had nothing to do with them."

Iorveth's narration was full of irony, prejudice and malice. Victor knew that he had to understand it dialectically, but the pile of corpses burning on the side of the road was definitely not done by the Squirrel Party.

"What about the Nilfgaardians?"

"Neutral. That means they shoot anyone who dares to approach their camp. They just left."

"Who is keeping order in the city now?"

"Order is needed where there are people. Lomne doesn't need order now. There aren't many people left anyway."

The witcher was silent for a while. He had a premonition of the tragic scene in front of him, but seeing the pile of corpses with his own eyes was another matter.

...

Under the bloody sky, there was a civilian house not far ahead, and the screams and howls of women came from inside.

The door that was knocked open was not closed. The woman who was struggling frantically in the house was held down by two soldiers in front and behind. The third team leader slapped her hard and began to unbutton her pants.

"Hehe! Struggling is useless, stinky cousin, no one in this city can save you!"

"Hehehe! When we have enough fun with you, you will become a piece of crying meat..."

The extraordinary hearing sounded in his ears, and Victor drew his steel sword and walked towards the house. Iorveth sneered and drew his sword to follow.

"It's the elves and freaks! Kill the non-human races!"

Ah! The brave Kaedwen launched a brave charge.

"Ah--Have mercy on me! No!"

"Igni!"

The lowly witcher teamed up with the evil Scoia'tael, ruthlessly hacked and killed two soldiers, and finally caught the captain who didn't have time to put on his pants. The seal spewed out flames and burned him alive into a flaming captain.

Throwing the corpse away, Victor picked up the long skirt and handed it to the woman huddled in the corner. The pattern was that of a mage, but definitely not a combat specialist.

"Are you okay?"

She stared at Victor's movements and made sure that he had no intention of rushing over. She tremblingly reached out to take the clothes.

"Yes... Thank you... Those damn beasts! Bastards!"

Turning around to let her put on her clothes, the witcher glimpsed another female corpse with both hands chopped off in the room. Perhaps it was the sister of this woman. The chopped hands probably made her unable to cast spells, and the reason for not wearing clothes was...

"Do you need my help to send you away?" he asked.

The woman sobbed quietly, "No... Thank you. Sorry... Can you leave me alone for a moment."

Iorveth patted his arm, "Wick, let's go. This is crazy. The number of people you humans killed in an afternoon is more than what the Scoia'tael worked hard to cultivate for a whole year."

Without responding to the elf's evaluation, the witcher quietly left the crying woman.

...

Walking in the once familiar central square, the roadside was once full of vendors and prostitutes, but now it has turned into piles of burning corpses.

Iorveth said with emotion: "I still don't believe you are a prophet, but seeing this scene, I admit that you are definitely a visionary. If you hadn't driven those two guys away in the morning, maybe they would be lying here now."

Victor wiped his philtrum. He didn't want to talk about this topic. "Let's continue talking about the White Wolf! Let Xier go... Then what? Didn't he come to the door when the Kingslayer appeared?"

"Of course, Geralt didn't let others get close and asked to talk to Reso alone. I thought they would have a big battle to decide life and death. I didn't expect that after talking for more than an hour and drinking a few glasses of vodka, he left with Triss who had sobered up.

Off topic, your potion is very good, and the sorceress has recovered well. And why don't you ask where Angulan is?"

"Since you said Reso was waiting for me, I knew she was chatting with him in the Temerian camp."

"......"

......

The two arrived at their destination, and the one-eyed elf asked the witcher Hugging and saying goodbye, "Wick, let's stop here. I don't want to see that bastard Letho again. Since you don't need my help to kill him, I'm leaving now."

"Fujian's dream is shattered. What are you going to do next?"

Iorveth let go of the young man, "I don't know yet, and I haven't thought about it yet. I'll go to Upper Aedirn to pick up my men first. Don't worry about me losing my life goal. Anyway, humans are like rabbits, and you can never kill them all."

"Your words and hatred are very dangerous! You know I don't like worthless killing. How about this! Io... let me give you a new life goal..."

Squinting his one eye, the elf's expression was mocking, "You! Just you?... Hahahaha, dear Wick, what life goal can you give me? Don't say anything stupid about going back to the Hundred Flower Valley to farm, otherwise I will beat you! Even if I can't beat you now!"

"Tsk! Don't be so irritable. Have you heard of Zhenxiang? I will give you an offer you can't refuse!"

Victor Corleone crossed his arms and raised the corners of his mouth into an arc√. It was a smile that was under control.

This mysterious smile made Iorveth shudder.

Could it be that he was once again standing at a critical juncture in history! ?

…

After that day, the representative of the Northern Squirrel Party, the famous "Soul of Vengeance" and "Sly Fox in the Forest" Iorveth, completely disappeared from human sight.

New Year, New Hope, I wish you all good health and everything goes well. Thanks to the book friend 20201209122020615, who is still sleeping late and rewarding encouragement.