Witcher's Atelier

Seeing the Deer-Headed Elf disappear.

"Be careful! Don't let your guard down, it's still nearby!" Minerva, the black cat on the tree, shouted hurriedly down, worried that the witcher might have made a mistake.

Victor looked up, and the golden Quen shield shone. "Thank you for your reminder, ma'am, I won't take it lightly.

I know that the Deer-Headed Elf is a creature with a strong sense of revenge. I just hurt him, and he will definitely want to hurt me back.

So today, right here, only one of him and I can leave alive."

"Meow! Since you know this, I will add another piece of unfortunate news.

If you have been preparing sword oil and the sturdy silver sword here for the past ten hours, then you'd better start thinking about how to retreat temporarily in a decent manner.

Although you just beat him away - but I'm afraid you won't be the winner in the end.

Because as far as I know, your opponent not only left three "rebirth totems" in the forest, but there are also villagers in Baotong Village who unfortunately became its "split spirit body".

So I'm sorry... Before destroying all the totem poles, finding the split spirit body and killing the villagers, no matter how many times you defeat the Deer Head Monster, the monster will quickly regenerate somewhere else. "

Touching his nose with a smile, Victor was not surprised at all by what she said. After all, if it didn't have this ability, with its weakness of being highly afraid of fire, it would never become one of the most difficult monsters to deal with on the list of witcher's guides.

It's really troublesome to be an enemy of it.

But it doesn't matter!

As an "incredible alchemist", specializing in solving various difficult and complicated problems, troubles like this level belong to the category that can be overcome, and there is no need to retreat at all.

He shrugged his shoulders casually, "Thank you for your reminder, Ms. Minerva.

Since I, Victor, made my debut at the age of seventeen, I have always kept my word. If I say I will kill it today, I will not delay it until tomorrow!

As for the rebirth totem or the spirit body, there are of course secret countermeasures. You can rest assured to watch the show on the tree!

But please retreat thirty yards away, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

His confidence left her speechless. The only thing left to do was to witness the outcome.

In the flickering firelight, the young man was full of vigor. The raindrops were blown by the night wind and hit the Quinn shield obliquely, rippling golden ripples.

He slapped the ground with one palm, and soft purple ripples spread out. The black cat could clearly feel the other party's magic power spreading and extending outward.

Watching the distance of the barrier expanding from five yards, eight yards, twelve yards, over fifteen yards, and even began to advance to twenty yards.

Minerva couldn't believe the facts before her eyes...

He activated the two seals of Arden and Igni at the same time, and made them resonate!!!

The ingeniously structured magic circle was spread on the ground to form a spider web, filled with countless extremely active fire elements, ready to explode at any moment!

This is a trap! A sure-kill trap that targets the weakness of the deer-headed spirit!

Victor's micro-management during this period of operation showed a delicate control of "magic", which is almost comparable to the top warlocks.

And twenty yards is not the end, the expansion of the trap will not stop until twenty-five yards...

Anyway, this range is too far, it is not something a witcher can do, the whole thing is not "magic" at all!

Is this reasonable?

This is unreasonable!

Minerva retreated to the safe distance of thirty yards he suggested, and observed in detail with a mood of finding fault. Only then did she find that Victor had set up many auxiliary magic tools at fifteen yards around him to form special magic nodes as support to complete this large trap.

But, even with external assistance, the difficulty of the project is still extraordinary.

Witnessing him create such an exaggerated magic trap from scratch, if he added targeted arrangements...

The balance of victory in her heart began to lean towards the young witcher.

But at this moment, a long wolf howl came from the dark forest, and it was not just one or two scattered and deserted, but groups of wolves one after another.

This is the ability of the leopard spirit. It can control not only crows but also hungry wolves.

...

The second round starts with a war of attrition!

In the dark night, countless hungry wolves ran, stepping on fallen leaves and rubbing against bushes, making rustling sounds, rushing towards Victor from all directions.

Their strategic goal is so clear that there is no cover, that is, to use their flesh and blood to attack, break through Quen's shield, and create opportunities for the leopard spirit to kill the witcher.

At the same time, in conjunction with the ground wolf pack, the crows in the air also launched a long live charge again!

Suddenly, life and death are at stake, and if you don't fight back, you will be drowned by the wolf howls and crow cries.

Victor drew out his steel sword, stepped on the Piruette sword dance, and with the power of the broken rune, he spun out a bloody storm in the blink of an eye.

The wolf pack was dead and wounded with broken limbs and claws.

The "Sword of the Lady of the Lake" is said to be able to cut iron and steel! Not to mention creatures with flesh and blood.

But from the perspective of the black cat on the treetop, although he sincerely admired the professional fencing skills of the witcher, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of worry. After all, humans have their limits...

No matter how powerful a hero is, he will be pressed to the ground by a big man and unable to move.

Sure enough, after just a few rounds, he was outnumbered. The light golden Quinn shield of the young man shattered and disappeared in the continuous suicide attacks.

Then when the first crow left a scratch on the leather armor, it was natural that the second and third crows would cause damage.

It's better to lose one thing than the other.

In a situation where he would inevitably be injured, Victor could only choose to avoid the serious bite of the hungry wolf and endure the light peck of the crow.

The damage was not high, but it was extremely insulting!

He was in a mess, but there was light in his eyes.

Because this opportunity was really great... I believe this monster will never miss it.

Sure enough, the next moment, under the high-quality cover of the wolves, a thin and tall black shadow appeared behind the witcher again. The deer-headed human figure made of tree roots swung out a deadly claw attack--

"Tiger! Ka... Kaka..."

This time, the sneak attack that was bound to win failed to hit the witcher, and the claws were fixed in mid-air.

Countless crystal clear purple silk threads radiated outward from his feet, tightly binding and entangled the crows, wolves, and the deer-headed spirit.

Trapped in the enchantment... it instinctively felt a little fear, because it couldn't transform and escape.

"Disappointing, your patience is worse than I thought. I thought you suffered a great loss in close combat. You will be more cautious in your actions next time." Turning to look at the monster, Victor raised the corners of his mouth, smiling innocently and brilliantly, "I can only guess that maybe you think you have a way to revive, so you dare to die!"

"I have to say that your courage saves me a lot of time!

As a thank you, I will hold a grand funeral for you! Bring you a happy smile."

Skillfully and harmoniously, his gestures transformed into the Igni seal, and he chanted in a gentle voice.

"The fiery agitation, now form a formation here! Witness this burning power!

Magic Pendulum, super synchronization!

My soul, Arden. The red lotus of karma!"

Palm on the ground! The pre-arranged magic net was closed, and the boiling elements cheered!

In an instant, with Victor himself as the center, within a range of 25 yards.

Heavenly fire spread all over the prairie!

The flame storm swept, and all living beings were equally tortured by the flames. The grass and trees turned to ashes and flew, and the extremely rich aroma of roasted meat gushed out.

Hell is nothing more than this!

The hair on the cat's back stood up, "... It's incredible. To achieve this level is not just comparable to a high-level warlock, but only the top warlocks can do it.

What a waste! With such a great magical talent, he was mutated into a mere witcher..." Minerva sighed in a low voice at a safe distance. The hot wind blowing on her face made her mouth dry.

Interestingly, although Black Cat underestimated Victor in his previous opinion, his current evaluation seriously overestimated him.

Because these meticulous magic application methods were not his original creation at all, but he learned the barrier arrangement from Xi'er Tanshawei, copied Philippa Ehart's French Net weaving, and finally added the forbidden knowledge obtained by selling herself to Keira Metz, so that this trap could blossom and bear fruit.

"But... this alone is not enough!" The black cat subconsciously raised its paw and pushed its non-existent glasses. "If the monster's immortality cannot be resolved, it will at best be a successful repulsion!"

And as she said, when the demonic flames finally burst out, the figures that appeared in the center of the fire were not only the domineering Victor, but also the leopard-headed spirit on the verge of death.

Raindrops poured on the fire, and steam filled the air...

The monster, whose lower half of the body was completely burned, knelt on the ground, barely raised its charred and dry paws to point at the witcher, and continued to chant a hoarse hissing sound.

Although I don't know what it is saying, I think it will never be "please, thank you, sorry".

Putting the Sword of the Lake Girl back into the scabbard with his backhand, Victor pulled out the silver sword that had just injured the leopard-headed spirit, and walked to its side while playing with the sword.

"Let me guess what you are talking about... Are you talking about how to kill villagers to vent your anger after resurrection? Or, are you going to summon more wolves to retaliate and hunt me endlessly?"

He walked behind it leisurely, clasped his hands and raised the silver sword high, like an executioner ready to behead.

"It's a pity that your wish is doomed to fail, because everything is over... and there is only one reason for your failure, that is, you chose the wrong opponent."

After symbolically announcing the verdict, Victor's silver sword suddenly chopped down, deeply cutting into the neck of the deer-headed monster, almost completely beheading it.

Death. Coming.

The next second, in the depths of the jungle, a "rebirth totem" built of messy wooden strips glowed red and began to receive the monster's soul that had left the body-if there were no accidents, it would be resurrected soon.

But at this moment, the silver sword was surrounded by red mist, which actually wrapped and bound the essence of the monster that was escaping, splitting and splitting.

Seeing this terrifying scene, the black cat that jumped down from the tree stopped in panic and dared not to get closer.

Because speaking of the matter, this kind of spell that splits the soul, annihilates the spirit, and returns to the origin can usually only be done by dark magic.

"What's wrong with this sword? Why does it have such a strange power?"

Her use of adjectives is quite subtle. If it were Blake, he would probably just curse "evil".

Glancing at Minerva, Victor's smile was clear and sunny, "Don't worry, ma'am, this sword is no different from any ordinary sword for most creatures.

The only special function it is given is to "cut off the undead."

"Meow~ Cut off the undead!?"

"Yes! Just think of it as a weapon that helps the undead rest in peace."

"…………."

The night rain continued to cool down the land tattooed with fire.

In the short time they were communicating, the soul essence of the leopard spirit was torn apart by the silver sword, turned into its origin and returned to nothingness, and the ominous red mist lingering on the sword also dissipated without a trace.

Thinking of the past fight against the man who cannot be named, if there was this sword, perhaps many sacrifices would not have happened, Minerva asked: "... Then this magical silver sword... does it have a name?"

"Immortal Slash. Bailei." The witcher sheathed the sword.

"Scum!?"

"Yes, Bailei."

...

[Name: Immortal Slash. Bailei]

[Type: Weapon (Silver Sword)]

[Quality: Epic]

[Attack Power: Extremely Strong]

[Features: Increased Sharpness; Sturdiness]

[Enchantment: Cut Immortality]

[Rune: None]

[Note: Fantasy weapon, made by the legendary alchemist Victor Corleone.

Its effect is to cut immortality, can erase the concept of immortality, and has the ability to kill all parasites, undead, and transcendents.

Rumor has it that it can even be used to kill high-level vampires. 】

For the origin and panel data of [Sword of the Lake Lady·Arondette], please see Chapter 403.

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