Witcher's Atelier

While walking in the cave where he couldn't see his fingers, the witcher discovered one thing: there were actually monsters around this underground river.

They look like human corpses scooped up from the bottom of a pond, with mucus and mud oozing from their pores, and their blue skin exudes a sour smell of decay.

──Water ghost.

Upon noticing their existence, Victor was glad that he had returned to the shore. Despite their ordinary size, he thought they were unworthy monsters. Being caught off guard underwater and being entangled by a few water ghosts, drowning was a high probability event.

But at this moment, I am down to earth, and it is easy and pleasant to deal with it.

Reminiscing about the good times when he was just starting out and fishing for water ghosts with Angouleme on the outskirts of Vizima, the witcher threw out a few pieces of smelly carrion.

Then when the monster can't resist the temptation and comes ashore, use various postures to cast the Igni Sign. The raging fire ignited the water ghosts, causing them to die happily while dancing.

…

This ancient elven ruins is vast in scope, with intricate passages that almost hollow out the entire area. Some places are blocked by rubble, and some places are filled with poisonous swamp gas.

"Victor! Think of a way, they are coming!" Following the faintly heard call for help from the sorceress, the witcher moved forward steadily.

The water ghosts, swamp witches and a small number of demons encountered along the way are set on fire with Igni, decapitated by sighing frost, or blown up with "explosion traps" - high-concentration methane will explode when it touches an open flame, just like throwing firecrackers into the sewer. That way.

In this way, many difficulties were overcome along the way.

When Victor finally rushed to the room where Keira was, preparing to rescue people from ferocious monsters or brutal wild hunters, he found that the picture was somewhat different from what he had imagined...

...how should I put it?

Although I know this situation from my past life memories, when it actually happens before my eyes, I still find it funny, or even funnier!

Member of the Sorceress's Covenant. The top twenty mages in the world. Former advisor to the Temerian royal family. The indifferent Ms. Kelamez was surrounded by a group of rats, holding up a protective shield and hiding inside screaming...

Is this what is called contrasting cuteness? ?

"I really didn't expect you to be afraid of rats? Can't you cast a spell to deal with them?"

"Too many rats are disgusting! I can't concentrate. Use your bombs or seals to get rid of them!"

All right! To be honest, these rats are quite powerful. Judging from their plump and strong size and their courage to attack the sorceress, their diet definitely includes humans! Death is not a pity!

"Wick, what are you standing over there waiting for? Why don't you come over and save me!" Keira stamped her feet angrily.

She pursed her lips and snickered. Although she didn't mind reading the joke for a while longer, such fragile and delicate moments for the sorceress were quite rare, but after thinking about it, it was better not to tease her too much or really piss her off.

With his mind spinning, Victor took out the artifact to solve the problem from the herbal bag. The extraordinary weapon in the current situation, a legendary sword of authority, the holder can be immune to the bites of rats and fleas.

Yes! All legends have a beginning, and the first magic weapon crafted by the incredible alchemist Victor was this - the Sword to Fight Catriona's Plague!

Alias: "Enemy of the Plague"!

Originally, this sword belonged to the golden eagle of Temeria, Angouleme. Corleone's sword, but because she didn't like the effects attached to the sword, she handed the artifact back to Victor after obtaining the "Golden Eagle".

As a nostalgic person, this special weapon has been lying in the endless herbal bag until today, and it is destined to bloom brilliantly.

Even the well-informed Keira couldn't help but stop screaming and stared blankly at the strange sight in front of her.

When Victor steps forward, the rats make way in front of him... His posture as he moves forward with his sword is heroic, like a king holding a scepter and his subjects give in, or like a prophet from ancient mythology who parted the ocean.

The witcher did not cast "Quen" protection because it was not necessary!

The power of the "plague enemy" was endless, and all the rats were frightened, as if the end was coming.

No rodent dared to approach him. The only thing they could do was to run away with their heads in their hands and crawl back into their nests in panic and embarrassment.

Until Victor arrived, Keira finally felt safe and couldn't help but ask, "You...this sword of yours is...?"

“Fight Catriona’s Plague Sword!

I combined the anti-flea and anti-mouse functions to create a dream sword! Anyone who holds it will never be afraid of being bitten by fleas and mice! "

When Victor described it, he seemed very handsome. But after thinking about it for a moment, Keira couldn't help but wonder if the person in front of her was a fool?

She blinked, "Dear Victor, how boring do you have to be to want to combine these two effects into one sword?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, this was done at the request of Angouleme. And others can laugh at it, but you can't. Don't you think you need this sword very much? With it, you have no weaknesses!" He said accurately Complaints in response.

Staring at Victor fiercely, Keira showed her white teeth and threatened. The meaning was very clear: if you don't want to be bitten, just shut up!

Faced with the threat of terror, the witcher shrugged his shoulders and kept silent.

Putting the plague enemy into the hands of the sorceress to protect him, he first took out the "Dancing Star" from the herbal bag, threw it into the mouse nest to provide warmth to them, and then added a "honeycomb" to blow up the hole.

…

Ten minutes later, after making a slight circle to ensure safety, Victor took back the artifact and spread his hands, declaring that the rodent disaster was over.

"Dear Keira, I can't agree with Geralt that there are more reasons to hate portals now, because I also have a phobia. Can you tell me what happened just now? You know, I almost fell to my death. Why did the teleportation go wrong?"

Imagining the thrill, the sorceress hugged the witcher, "Sorry, this relic has some kind of interference force that will make the teleportation spell unable to accurately locate. I really don't know how they can teleport."

Victor also hugged Keira back.

"I understand, don't worry. The teleportation of the Wild Hunt is different from ordinary spells. They have specially trained mages responsible for opening the door, called navigators."

"Do you know about them?"

"The books of the Viper School record a lot of information about the Wild Hunt!"

"Well... whether they want to hire three helmsmen or raise a parrot, I don't plan to take any more risks anyway."

The attack of the rodents obviously greatly dampened the enthusiasm of the sorceress.

Victor touched his nose, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can leave first, I understand.

But I have to keep going, and to be honest, I hope you stay to help."

After a brief eye contact, seeing the determination in his eyes, Kayla sighed speechlessly, "Huh, maybe the Wild Hunt will take the wrong path, maybe we will encounter rats if we leave, in short... let's keep going!"

Thank you for subscribing, monthly tickets and collection tickets. Today, Simon was attacked by a biochemical attack while writing, and the smell of charcoal barbecue opposite was so fragrant