Witcher's Atelier

"We will never hunt in this forest, absolutely not! Not even if the whole village starves to death."

--Broly. Ultraman. Village Chief Baotong

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The rainy weather continued until nightfall. It had been more than ten hours since Miss Black Cat and Mr. Black Dog left.

During this time, a brilliant beam of light shot up into the sky in the forest, but then it returned to calm.

Victor's tent remained in its original place, and he was still stirring the cauldron.

Such behavior did not mean ignoring Ms. Minerva's warning. On the contrary, the witcher attached great importance to the possible monsters. Deer-headed spirits.

It was a very dangerous monster, the top predator of the ancient forest.

In common sense, keeping a distance and keeping a distance is a better choice.

In the memory of the previous life, if Geralt ran to the Velen area without a high enough level, he might be chased by a deer-headed spirit near "Lower Valen Village" and had no way to go up or down.

However, when calculating gains and losses, we cannot only look at the negative side. In line with its danger, this guy can also provide several very excellent materials.

For example, its mutation inducer can be used to make "Deer Head Spirit Decoction"; the resin and giant cursed horns secreted by its body can be used to make weapons and armor; and Victor believes that it must have more than one rare "void characteristics".

Moreover, unlike the gardener "gatekeeper", the Deer Head Spirit was not rare in the dark ages of the past. There are legends about them in many places, and the Witcher School also has rich records in classics (strategies).

Therefore, through the knowledge of knowing oneself and the enemy, plus the temptation of profitability, "rational greed" gives Victor the courage to be fearless!

But obviously, not everyone can understand this complicated mood, such as the reappearance of the black cat lady.

"Dear Mr. Victor, I thought I was clear enough, why didn't you listen to the advice? Don't you know the danger of the Deer Head Spirit?" Squatting at the door of the tent, her voice was serious and her cat eyes were bright.

Faced with doubts, the witcher did not stop stirring, his expression relaxed and happy, "Don't worry, Ms. Minerva, you came at the right time!

As for the leopard spirit, all the necessary preparations have been completed, just waiting for it to appear and die.

After dealing with it, I will deal with the gardener. I need your help to introduce and visit Ms. Alice Everec.

By the way, where is Mr. Black? Didn't he come with us?"

Noticing the low table next to the cauldron, on which there was a sheathed silver sword and half a bowl of pungent ointment, her checkered eyes stared at Victor humanely.

"Blake has a night patrol mission and can't leave the manor too far. He walked around the wall and didn't see anyone, so he asked me to come out to find you.

If your achievement in the past ten hours is just that bowl of sword oil, then unfortunately, I don't think your chances of survival are good.

The leopard spirit is not a simple creature... It is one of the oldest evil spirits, and can use its innate magic to control the animals and plants in its territory.

A few years ago, I witnessed it tearing a whole team of fully armed soldiers into pieces in just a few hours."

Victor didn't care.

"Haha, please rest assured, ma'am. I know exactly what I'm going to face - a monster that can transform and move, has multiple summon attack magic, and has strong physical strength."

The witcher said it accurately, which made Minerva feel much more at ease. The only thing she was confused about was perhaps where his amazing confidence came from and why he took the risk.

Just as she was about to give more advice, the night wind blew with an undisguised malice. Her hair stood on end, and she quickly leaped onto the tree trunk with a cat-like step, warning in the process, "Be careful! It's coming!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a bunch of crows flying in an unnatural group, rushing into the tent, overturning the pots and pans and overturning the furnishings, causing a mess.

In the center of the storm, the young man named Victor had already opened his shield at some point, calmly protecting the low table and the cauldron, and blocking all the crows outside.

As a person who has a lot of experience in magic, Minerva knew that the shield used by the young man was the Quen Seal that all witchers know.

But she also knew that under normal circumstances, the seal would collapse after resisting one or two attacks!

Like the one in front of him, which is so powerful and solid, and remains unmoved even when countless crows are killed, and the defense range even extends by several digits, it is definitely very "abnormal".

And this "abnormality" just means that he is not bragging, but really has something.

Without a staff, it was difficult to cast spells, but it did not affect her ability to feel the flow of magic power and her past experience.

Standing on the treetops, Black Cat could clearly see the changes in the entire battle situation, and had a deeper understanding of Victor's "abnormality".

"Igni!!!"

Not only the Quen shield, but also the flame-radiating seal that should have been ordinary, was slapped out by him to form a whole wall of fire, bursting with blazing heat, easily burning the crows that flew in front of him.

This young witcher not only has melancholy eyes, sighing stubble, and a quiet temperament, but also has a magical seal!

In the dark night, he is so vivid, and in the firelight, he is so outstanding.

But the crow's attack is just the beginning.

The next moment, in the cover of the night, a tall black figure suddenly appeared behind Victor. It was a deer-headed figure made of tree roots, swinging its deadly claws to strike—

“Swish! Bang! Clang!”

The sneak attack made a hissing sound, sweeping away the low table and the cauldron, but failed to hit the witcher.

With the help of his extraordinary five senses, he dodged in time, snatched the bowl of "residual oil" and the silver sword next to him, and slashed upward with his backhand.

In an instant!

Claws and silver sword!

They collided like Mars hitting the Earth, and the sound of "clang!" of metal clashing shook the whole place.

On one side was a giant monster with antlers and ancient trees, tyrannical and cruel, and on the other side was a calm and composed witcher wearing light leather armor.

You should know that the claws of the deer-headed spirit are almost equivalent to the smash of a heavy stick or a giant axe. If the silver sword is of poor quality or the witcher is not strong enough, the sword will undoubtedly break and the person will die.

But the result of this round of competition is evenly matched, with no clear winner!

Minerva on the tree had dilated pupils, shocked by Victor's strength and even more surprised by the quality of the silver sword.

The thin sword body must bear the blow of heavy weapons, and the material requirements must be extremely high. Judging from the fact that it is placed together with the sword oil, perhaps it has undergone some unknown processing?

While she was thinking, the situation on the field changed again.

After several rounds of close combat, the Deer-Headed Demon not only did not gain the upper hand, but was constantly cut by the silver sword soaked in residual oil.

Minerva noticed that although the wounds on the bark did not look deep, compared to humans, they were only scratches, but from the monster's angry roar, it could be heard that the damage caused by the silver sword was obviously not as simple as it seemed.

While roaring, the Deer-Headed Demon kept sweeping with his right hand, and inserted his left hand into the ground, continuously poking out "ground spikes" and "entangled vines", driving the witcher away step by step.

When the black cat was wondering what the use of doing this was, a gust of wind blew, and the Deer-Headed Demon turned into black mist and disappeared.

It was slightly cool in midsummer, and this fierce collision seemed to come to an abrupt end.

But it was not over!

Because the circling crows were still gathering and dispersing around the witcher, lingering and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

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