Witcher's Atelier

Stretching his body, he stopped dissecting, "I'm going to the toilet!" Victor stood up and said.

His voice was not loud, but it was not small either. In short, it was a volume that was very suitable for eavesdroppers to listen attentively.

After he finished speaking, he moved naturally and calmly to the shadow corner; Keira seemed not to care, but her eyes were focused on his back.

One step, two steps, three steps.

At a certain moment, the witcher suddenly bent his body and leaned back, using an ergonomic posture to avoid the sharp blade attacking from the dark, and the King's Guardian in his hand was like a venomous snake, drilling into the opponent's throat through the gap in the armor.

This game with life as the bet was simple and unpretentious, and the victory or defeat was decided in a flash.

"That's it?" The sorceress blurted out.

Originally, seeing that Victor was cautious, reminding him to be careful and defensive, and setting traps with words, she thought it would be a rare battle. Even if he will eventually win with his help, it will take at least several rounds of swordplay to defeat the legendary Wild Hunt.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the mysterious and brutal Wild Hunt recorded in the classics died. Victor killed the opponent swiftly, just as easily as killing an unarmed farmer.

"Ah, what else?" Sheathing the sword, the witcher half turned around and shook his head and sneered, "It was intentional. This round I can almost say that I am a sneak attack. If I can't kill the opponent in seconds, the quality of the individual soldiers of the Wild Hunt is too high!"

Thinking that what Victor said makes sense, this should be the real situation. Keira no longer refuted, but saw Victor squatting down and starting to strip the armor from the soldiers, and couldn't help frowning.

"What are you doing? Are you picking the dead? This is not what a person of high moral character should do!"

"No, I'm observing the craftsmanship of the Wild Hunt... They come from another world, and the hard metal they use for casting is not black steel, but some rare rust-red substance."

After hearing what Victor said, Keira, who was curious, also took a few steps forward to observe the soldier who had been stripped of his armor, and first noticed his very obvious long ears.

"Huh! Are they elves?"

"Indeed, don't be misled by the legend. The Wild Hunt is actually alive, a group of elves, not undead.

Our local elves, Ain. Sheed, are distant relatives of these Ain. El! They are a group that arrived in this land and settled there earlier than humans through the celestial sphere intersection."

Keira licked her lips and smoothed her golden hair, "So that's it. You really know a lot of ancient secrets. Compared with what you know, even the polymaths are inferior."

Victor waved his hand, "Generally, it's just background knowledge, and it's not directly helpful for the current situation. I still don't know how many people they are coming this time, and whether there are any dangerous people.

It seems that special means must be used. Please guard for a while. I need to be unconscious for a few minutes. You can wake me up directly if there is any problem."

The sorceress was startled. Just when she was about to ask what the means were, the scene in front of her once again exceeded her imagination, which was more exciting than the scene of him holding up the artifact to separate the sea of ​​rats.

Bend the ring finger to make a seal, the witcher pressed the right palm downward on the forehead of the elf corpse, "Axi. Spiritual Art!"

"Boom!" Looking at the shining blue glow, Kayla's heart was pounding.

As one of the people with the best spellcasting skills on the continent, she was naturally knowledgeable and clearly identified the spell at the first time: "Hamawi's Blue Dream".

But it was precisely because she could clearly identify it that she felt unbelievable, this was obviously impossible to happen.

Even if she did it herself, there was no way to ensure the success rate, not to mention that the witcher did not have the ability to cast spells systematically.

But look at what Victor did just now, he was confident and casual, and he didn't even need the help of soup medicine to directly use the Axi seal to build a complex magic circuit and successfully enter the soldier's dream.

What an incredible miracle!

His existence is undoubtedly a counter-proof of the "caster talent determinism"! Think about it! If the herbal potion can be made extraordinary and popular... this discovery is enough to set off a world revolution!

Imagine the magnificent future, Keira couldn't help but tremble and clamp her legs together, and quickly pinched her fingers to cast a spell to expand her perception range. She had to ensure Victor's safety now.

...

While the leader of the Phantom Troupe was dreaming, his brave and fearless members were not idle either, and were struggling forward in the storm.

Perhaps today was not suitable for removing the dead baby. The sky was clear in the evening, but at night there was a howling wind and heavy rain.

In the face of bad weather, at midnight, the two witchers Angouleme and Geralt escorted the bloody baron Philip to the public cemetery in Crow's Nest to dig graves.

The main goal of their trip was to dig out the body of the unborn baby that Anna deliberately aborted.

"According to the book, abandoned infant corpses sometimes give birth to corpse babies, which look like half-rotten fetuses, with underdeveloped muscles twisted by hatred, fear and evil, and look very unpleasant.

This ugly creature feeds on the blood of pregnant women, and is always driven by crazy hunger. Their attacks can easily lead to the death of their victims.

The corpse babies will leave their nests at night, lurk beside the pregnant woman's bed, and absorb the vitality of her and her child while she sleeps. The victimized women will first have nightmares at night, then have fever, hallucinations, and their bodies will become weaker and weaker.

After a few nights, when she is too weak to protect herself - at this time, the corpse baby will take the initiative to attack, bite into the pregnant woman's body with its sharp long teeth, and drink blood until both mother and child are dead.

And when she becomes strong enough through killing, she will attack those who abandoned her..."

In the storm, what we know from the white-eyed girl Angoulin's rambling statement is that her intention is not only to popularize the baron's knowledge, but more importantly, to show off to the uncle. It's probably like a child who has accomplished something in school and wants to show his report card to his elders.

Geralt nodded perfunctorily to show that she was carrying it well, and the bloated Bloody Baron responded seriously, "It's okay, I'm fully aware of the dangers, just remember not to kill my child, she has suffered too much. We are Lift the curse and let the child rest in peace."

"Did you name this child?" Geralt suddenly asked.

Phillip shook his head, "Not yet, why do you want to take it? Anna kept it secret from me, and I didn't know until she had a miscarriage and the child died..."

"What a pity, the name has a powerful sealing power." Angoullain muttered softly.

In this way, the three of them entered the cemetery and came to the place where the baron pointed out the burial. This was a windy, dilapidated and desolate area.

"Ah! You really chose a good place for your child!"

"Damn, I was at a loss at that time! Can you let me go? I know I did something wrong."

"It's good to know."

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