Witcher's Atelier

Life or death, there is no third option.

Win or lose, only God knows the answer.

…

According to the rhythm of Shao and the steady drum beat, Eredin walked a few steps to Victor, and with the force of thunder, he slashed down fiercely with the steel sword!

This heavy and sharp weapon, called "Treacheroustorg", was forged by the elf craftsmen of Ain. Aiel using black steel, meteorite and real silver.

"Arondate" slightly changed the angle, and Victor used the strong sword body to protect the central axis, blocking the attack with ease.

"Clang!"

The swords rubbed against each other to produce amazing sparks!

Despite the extremely heavy blow from the broad blade, the witcher's hands were as solid as a rock, and he withstood the pressure without giving up.

The next second, Victor slid back and evaded Treacheroustorg from the left gap, and went directly to Eredin's back!

He slapped with his palm, "Alder!"

"......!" He elbowed back.

The powerful dialogue between the impact of the seal and the gushing of magic power, with a loud "bang", both parties were blown away on the spot.

Victor flipped lightly in the air and landed gracefully.

With steady feet on the ground, Eredin did not fall behind.

The first round of probing ended.

"That's it?" The witcher turned the sword flower with his right hand, his posture was elegant and calm, "Is this all the King of the Wild Hunt can do?"

From the appearance, the opponent certainly did not expect that this guy who took the initiative to provoke, was shocked in the previous collision and his entire left arm was numb, and now he can't even lift it up.

And the King of the Wild Hunt, who was originally arrogant, seemed to finally pick up the interest in the dialogue after a brief fight.

"Crack!" Inserting the tip of the Twisted Torg into the ground, Eredin raised his hand to take off the skull mask, revealing a pale elf face.

"You performed very well! You were able to fight me for one round without dying.

I am Eredin Brick Glass, the ruler of the Ain El tribe.

What's your name?"

"Victor, Victor Corleone."

"A very good name. Kneel down and pledge allegiance to me! Young witcher, this is your last chance."

"You are such a magnanimous king to persuade people to surrender in a place like this!" Victor pointed his sword at the corpses scattered all over the front hall, and raised his eyebrows to mock, "And I choose to reject the black-hearted recruitment that didn't even introduce the benefits and treatment!"

Not surprisingly, Eredin's expression did not change much, but he put on the skull mask again to cover up the elf's signature contemptuous smile.

"What a pity! You refuse the possibility of living. Well, when the time comes, let me see what else you can do!"

After saying that, he raised his right hand high, "Boom!" Victor seemed to hear the sound of a rushing river, which was the blood flowing in Eredin's body, surging, surging, strong, and endless.

The sound stimulated the imagination, and a long blood-red river emerged in the witcher's mind, sweeping everything, containing a terrifying power that could not be described in detail.

Victor's face changed slightly. To create such a feeling with the blood of one person, he had only met a few beings in the world of demon hunting, such as Dettlaff or Regis, but they were all high-level vampires!

And what on earth did Eredin rely on! ?

That's ridiculous! He doesn't have the "blood of the elders"!

"Wait... blood of the elders!?" This term flashed through his mind, and Victor vaguely caught some inspiration.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the barrier suddenly collapsed, leaving him no time to think about it.

Damn it, what happened! ?

The translucent hazy shield that originally covered the entire Kaer Morhen disappeared in just a few seconds.

Damn! The sorceress's mouth is really deceiving!

It was said that it could last until noon tomorrow, but it couldn't even last until dawn... And it wasn't a gradual shrinkage, it just disappeared without any signs.

Victor took a breath and knew that Yennefer must have encountered an unexpected attack, otherwise it would never have been so abrupt.

You know, the disappearance of the shield means that from now on, the castle is in danger of being attacked by the portal from inside to outside.

In Victor's view, this is not the worst, what is more deadly is actually the space channel opened by magic above Eredin.

Sitting on the frosty sky, the mist is hazy and beautiful, the pure white is real, the ethereal and vast feeling makes his heart contract and his blood freeze.

Hoarfrost...

It's over!!!

"Quinn!"

The next moment, the sky-falling cold wave swept through mercilessly, the temperature dropped sharply and everything withered.

Looking at the sight, from the city walls to the buildings, everything is covered with a layer of frost, reflecting the crystal light.

Driven by the strong wind, the snowflakes pierced the surface of the shield like flying knives and daggers, creating ripples.

Creatures without cover and protection would undoubtedly be frozen in seconds...

This is the white frost attack!!!

Even though the mutated demon hunters have a strong ability to adapt to the environment and are immune to cold and heat; but at this moment, Victor still felt the cold through the shield... the cold that froze to the bone.

The supernatural power carrying magic engulfed the entire castle from the other world along the space channel, and the majestic power was undoubtedly demonstrated.

Victor, wearing the Quen shield, was like a small boat in the ocean, swaying in the raging waves, and could capsize at any time.

The power of nature, the wonder of magic! It makes people tremble physically and mentally, vaguely wanting to surrender, and unable to resist.

No──I refuse to admit defeat!

Corleone quickly regained consciousness, and his brief despair was replaced by courage. His fighting spirit burned fiercely, and his eyes of Samsara turned deep red—fiery red eyes!

So what if the white frost came?

Even if he lost all support, as long as he killed Eredin here, the Wild Hunt, who had lost their leader, would have to retreat!

Although he had not expected that the opponent would be such a talented and cheating player beforehand...

Remember: if a person is killed, he will die!

Taking out the treasured "Dragon Power Potion", he tilted his neck and snorted, letting the super-strong potion made with the body fluid of the dragon girl Saskia flow from his throat into his lower abdomen.

The strong medicinal power immediately flowed through the blood vessels throughout the body, and the bulging muscles were like being in a furnace, and even the feeling of coldness disappeared.

It's not time to admit defeat yet! The witcher cheered himself up.

Coincidentally, Eredin, who had closed the dimensional channel on the other side, also applauded him, "Well done! Victor Corleone, you are really good, great, you can survive the white frost."

His praise is not hypocritical. Ordinary Wild Hunt soldiers cannot face the natural disaster even with cold-proof armor, but the young man in front of him can actually block it with a magic shield, which is indeed worthy of praise.

Then the King of the Wild Hunt pulled out the Twisted Torg, "It's a pity that you are going to die!"

Hearing his death sentence, Victor blinked and did not speak. His response was to raise his sword and take a top position: a tough posture of taking the initiative to attack instead of defending.

The reason for this is that through the previous brief fight, the witcher knew that he could not compete with the opponent in magic.

The source warlock's wild magic reserve is too exaggerated. Even if his own seal is supported by the formation, at most he will lose more decently; and for this kind of monster, the anti-magic metal bomb can only have a disruptive effect.

On the contrary, the opponent's swordsmanship was just so-so. In terms of strength and skills, both sides had their own strengths, and it was roughly evenly matched with himself. Now that he had drunk the dragon power potion, he might even have a chance to deal crushing damage if caught off guard.

So... get close and burst out to take him away!

Life or death, there is no third option.

Win or lose, only God knows the answer.

…

Undaunted, stepping on the snow, Victor rushed straight towards Eredin, carrying the momentum of thunder, swinging the sharp weapon in a beautiful arc, and slashing fiercely!

Arondite's sword was selfless, and Weiss Torg swept across domineeringly.

The two swords collided, boom!

Amid the flying sparks, the irresistible dragon power erupted, and the King of the Wild Hunt was directly pressed to one knee, and he escaped the kill only after releasing the force in time.

Then the sound of weapons fighting continued. Victor, who had seized the opportunity, chased frantically, throwing anti-magic metal bombs, honeycombs, and dancing stars, and chopped Eredin into a rolling gourd, twisting and turning in a mess.

The momentum was like a rainbow! In a blink of an eye, several rounds passed, and the witcher who trapped the King of the Wild Hunt in a corner smiled, and it seemed that he could enforce justice for the heavens!

But when he was about to kill him, a "bang" of icy magic bombarded from the side, blowing him away, and his success failed.

The kite turned over in the air and landed lightly. Victor, who had calmed down, felt a tightness in his heart. It turned out that when he was concentrating on chasing Eredin, several portals had been opened nearby without his knowledge, and countless Wild Hunt knights had poured out and surrounded him.

Recalling the information given by Avallac'h, he recognized Ileris with a giant hammer and shield, and Nisrila with a two-handed axe. They were both powerful and cruel warriors, the core commanders of the Wild Hunt Legion.

What attracted more attention was Caranthir, the "navigator" leaning on the frost staff. It was he who cast the spell and interrupted his pursuit of Eredin.

There was no time to plan...

The heavy footsteps of Ilerith and Nisrila, two bastards without the moral code, were coming side by side on the left and right.

Where is Ciri?

Was she caught?

Or is she hiding somewhere?

Putting the doubts behind him, he focused on facing the crisis in front of him!

At this moment, the experience of winning and losing in the past few years, the life and death of the strong enemy, bloomed a brilliant flower of the soul!

The body moved with the sword, and the mind and the spirit were united.

"Bang! Clang! Ha! Clang!"

Kicking Ilerith's shield and slashing Nisrila's axe with his sword, Victor lived up to the reputation of the Dragonborn. He was brave and unparalleled in fighting two people alone. The two great generals of the Wild Hunt could not deal with him for a while.

Seeing this, the Wild Hunt King Eredin, who had cleared the anti-magic metal pieces on his body, gestured to Caranthir with a gloomy look.

This world does not allow such a powerful person to exist!

So when he got a chance, the navigator used the Frozen Orb to sneak attack again, cooperated with the heavy hammer of Ileris and the sharp axe of Nisrila, vowing to kill the witcher completely.

However, such a brutal double team still could not stop the brave witcher. The Wild Hunt's double attack failed again and was all repelled by the exploded Quen shield.

To be honest, he now looks like the god of war, Kratos has arrived!

But at this moment, "Swoosh!"

Victor's eyes blurred and he saw the skull mask belonging to Eredin.

Damn flash! I was too excited and forgot it?

The right hand holding the sword suddenly became empty...

Then there was a huge pain in his chest. He lowered his head to check. It was the feeling of being pierced through the heart by the Twistorg.

...No! No! This is impossible! This cannot be my ending!

With a weak gasp, the broadsword mercilessly pierced the witcher and smashed it against the city wall, knocking down a pile of ice chips.

He sat on the ground with his head down, and his sight was all black, with countless fragments flashing by like a revolving lantern.

Blood was all over the ground, and life seemed like a dream.

Finally, he was motionless...

Victor stopped thinking.

He could no longer hear the wailing of grief.

"No!!!"

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