Witcher's Atelier

"Laughter" is the oldest language of communication among human beings. It can convey different meanings to others according to its tone, loudness and timbre.

At this moment, Angouleme's devilish laughter is undoubtedly full of many negative emotions such as ridicule, contempt, and disdain.

Her joyful mood is shared with everyone present, and the provocation effect is extremely significant.

——The witch hunters who have woken up from their astonishment have drawn their weapons and are going to punish evil with their swords.

Yes, that's right... There are only two witch hunters, and we have dozens of people. There is nothing to be afraid of! Dirty magic may be able to deflect crossbows, but it can never stop the steel sword mixed with Demojin!

The fifteen-fold advantage in numbers gave the witch hunters confidence to slowly move forward and surround them.

But Angouleme was not only unhurried, but her laughter became even more rampant! It was not until Victor interrupted her with two low coughs that she put her hands on her waist with unsatisfied intentions.

The next second, she pursed her lips and blew a long whistle!

Along with the whistle that broke through the air, countless heavy footsteps were heard nearby.

Faced with the unknown abnormal situation, Gearden commanded his men to form a circle and be alert, but his quick response was meaningless because they were surrounded in the blink of an eye.

Nearly a hundred soldiers armed to the teeth, with crossbows on their strings, pointed at more than thirty witch hunters.

The overwhelming difference in numbers, coupled with the advantage of first-hand shooting, made the outcome of the battle unpredictable - the arrogant guys a moment ago were now all as anxious as quails.

Life hangs on a thread!

Recognizing the standard equipment of Temeria... Gearden guessed that these soldiers were from Crow's Nest. Sure enough, the leader walked out of the line, and it was Sergeant Odal, the chief thug of the Bloody Baron.

Without time to think about the reason, Gearden hurriedly shouted, "Odal, I am Gearden, why are you here? Stop your hostile behavior immediately!

Do you know what you are doing? Witch hunters are loyal to His Majesty Radovid! Attacking us means being hostile to Redania!"

With Radovid's recent military victory, the power of these words is real, and it can be said that he has been invincible in the north in the past.

However, unexpectedly, he kicked the iron plate this time.

Scratching his greasy hair, Odal sneered, "Shut up, idiot! Why are you shouting so loudly?

Of course I know what I am doing, I am preparing to take you with my men! But you, are you ready to be taken?"

"Wait... wait, why are you doing this?" In a situation where there is no chance of winning, words must be used to delay.

The sergeant spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, "You ask me why? The reason is very simple.

Half a year ago, the baron ordered: In the land of Velen, everyone must respect the witcher as if he were respecting him; any attack on the witcher is regarded as an attack on him personally.

Your assassination has seriously hurt the baron's dignity.

Especially involving Sir Victor... Believe me, from trial to execution, it will definitely be severe and swift.

In fact, I can predict the result of the verdict right now - death penalty!"

Hearing the coldness in the other party's words, Gearden, who knew that he could not give up, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to force Calm yourself, even if you die today, you must understand it clearly, "Answer me another question, Odal, how do you know we are going to punish the witcher?"

The sergeant raised his eyebrows and did not explain, but the captain Shaflin next to him answered: "Thief hahahaha! I can tell you that everything is the plan of that adult!

She notified you in advance yesterday that you are plotting an attack; the witch hunter's despicable plan is nowhere to be hidden under our surveillance!"

After getting the answer, Ge Aden looked at the female witcher inexplicably - when discussing the murder, he clearly sent his men to keep an eye on the witcher and prevent the two from getting close. He didn't understand why the plan was leaked and let the freak with white eyes notice it?

A fatal blow is imminent!

At this moment, Tamara. Strenger - the daughter of the bloody baron took the initiative to shout, "Stop! Odal, Shaflin, retreat! I don't allow you to hurt my companions!"

The tone of command is taken for granted, because it has been like this in the past few years, and the little princess of Crow's Nest follows her words.

But... it didn't work this time... No one responded to her scolding, and the soldiers were silent, making Tamara panic and at a loss.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sergeant Odal smiled very subtly, even ferociously, "Dear Miss Tamara, at another time and place, perhaps I would be willing to respect your opinion.

But not today. Pardoning criminals is beyond my authority. The Baron has clearly issued strict orders. Everything must be in accordance with the instructions of the adults!" He turned to Victor and bowed.

Guided by a humble attitude, Tamara and the witch hunters looked at the young prophet.

With his hands folded across his chest, his expression was still calm, still smiling, "Witch hunters... I believe that this situation does not need to be explained. The killer must be prepared to be killed! I just need you to die here!

Arrivederci (Goodbye)!"

The wind was light and the clouds were calm. He raised his thumb high and then fell down!

"Your will." After receiving the order, Odal waved his hand vigorously.

Then Captain Shafulin took the lead, and the soldiers of Crow's Nest pulled the trigger together, and arrows were fired like rain!

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Eskal: "Wick, in certain circumstances, we can fight ten or even twenty people with one, but instead of discussing how to survive in that situation, it is better to think about how to avoid getting into that situation. Especially when facing the regular army formation, running as far as possible is the rational voice."

——Excerpted from "The Witcher's Alchemy Atelier: Chapter 19"

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Soon.

The noise echoing through the forest grew quieter.

An ambush trap, a fishing law enforcement, with unresolved confusion, Ge Aden died with his eyes closed.

He never understood until his death that the real reason why the conspiracy was exposed was not the failure to keep it secret, but that in Angoulaine's eyes, all hostile creatures would emit a bright red aura, and all conspiracies were meaningless in front of her.

Do you think you can't be seen in the hiding room?

useless!

The dazzling bright red guys like the Witch Hunters, as long as they step within fifty feet of Angouleme, they will look like fireflies in the dark, so bright and outstanding, even through layers of walls!

Seeing countless red swarms gathering, Angouleme immediately became alert and asked the Bloody Baron to send people to monitor and arrange escorts.

Therefore, the witch hunters who had been running rampant and domineering in the north for a period of time, without any intention, did not expect that they would be sniped by an organized army in the countryside of Willen, and they would be wiped out without any suspense.

Among them, Ge'adeng, who was the focus of Shaflin's entertainment, was hit by five arrows. He rushed towards Victor in a desperate struggle, but was killed by Angoulan with a sword, which proved that Temeria's golden eagle was not a freeloader.

Then, holding the bloody head in hand, the girl directly attacked Tamara.

Although the soldiers in Crow's Nest would not shoot the little princess with crossbows, Angoulaine would not spoil her. He was angry that the other party had just spoken rudely, and kicked her in the lower abdomen as soon as they met, causing her to roll on the ground in pain. How many floors can a bag of rice carry?

Then, grabbing Tamara's hair, Angoulin dragged the baron's daughter to Victor like a dog.

Death screams floated around from time to time. It was the Crow's Nest soldiers who were finishing the wounds for the witch hunters to ensure that no one could survive.

The first time she was treated like a prisoner of war, the little princess in Crow's Nest was finally scared at this moment. The witch hunter whom she once thought was a strong support - the apostle of the eternal fire - was crying and wailing for mercy, and then died in the miscellaneous things she looked down on in the past. In the hands of soldiers.

Although all the murderous young men did not participate, they just watched the show with their hands folded, looking calm and aloof, but all fools knew that he was the devil who was taking over everyone's life and death!

What frightened Tamara even more was that no one from the Crow's Nest soldiers who once respected her like a god came to help her, and they all just sat back and watched her being bullied by the two witchers.

Facing the devil, she was weak, pitiful, and helpless. At this moment, her tough shell was completely shattered. Tears and snot burst out of her nose, and a faint odor filled the air...

After all, she was a young girl. Staring at the four scars on the devil's face and the evil smile that looked like a ghost, she was so frightened that her upper and lower teeth chattered.

──What a poor child, Angouleme's rudeness must have frightened you!

Touching his nose unconsciously, Victor knelt down and stared at Tamara. This was their third meeting.

The first time she visited Oxenfurt, her attitude was dismissive and arrogant, like a handyman running errands; when they met for the second time yesterday, her face was full of hatred, and she probably thought she was a freak hired by the baron.

But now, her eyes were full of fear and terror.

Comparing this situation with the past, Victor narrowed his samsara eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "Don't be afraid, dear Tamara, you are safe now, you will not die.

I forgive your offense.

Because... you are just an innocent little girl, immature and ignorant.

No need to thank you, I don't care about your abuse, and I don't need your approval.

In short, I promised the Baron that you and your family of three will have a chance to start over and build a happy family.

Sergeant Odar will escort you back to Crow's Nest later. You will still be the little princess of the Velen region and will enjoy a happy childhood again.

Yes, a happy childhood...parents who are in harmony and love each other. When the weather is fine, you will have a picnic together by the river, where there are green lawns and golden sunshine..."

The clicking sounds became more intense, and Victor's gentle narration did not reassure her. Tamara's panic became more and more serious, and her hands and feet showed vague signs of cramps.

Watching the young man's positive comfort, the negative effect was extraordinary, Angoulin pursed his lips and tried his best to hold back his laughter. No less than the witch hunter he just mocked, the consequences of mocking the group leader are very serious. You must show your professionalism seriously, and you can't laugh no matter how funny it is.

"Forget it, what's the point of telling you so much? You won't remember it anyway!"

After all, he was not a demon. Seeing that nothing could be done, Victor simply gave up the psychological counseling and went directly to the next stage.

He bent the ring finger of his right hand and placed his palm outward on Tamara's face. His movements were exactly the same as the one used to treat the Baroness yesterday.

She suddenly felt like she had known her before, and her mind flashed with thunder. Before she fell into coma, she finally heard clearly what the other person had whispered yesterday.

He said: "Yaxi, everything is forgotten!"

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after a while.

After the battlefield was cleaned and mountains of corpses were piled up and burned, Sergeant Odar bid farewell to the witchers.

Watching the soldiers carry the unconscious Tamara back to the crow's nest in a carriage, Angouleme, who remained quiet throughout the process and did not speak, came to Victor's side.

"What are we going to do next? Are we really going to leave Wellen like this? I thought you wanted to get rid of the three witches first?"

"No, we don't have time to take care of them now. As I told you last time, even if I don't cure Uma, Yennefer will soon find a way. Now I'm worried that they will find Ciri too quickly, and I still have Not prepared for the Wild Hunt.

The moment Ciri is discovered, it’s time to start the war.

Strategically, I can certainly despise the Wild Hunt, but tactically, I don’t want to rush into battle, so let’s go back to Novigrad first! I need Triss to help open the portal.

The three witches will be discussed later. Anyway, Velen has done everything I can, and the rest will be left to the Baron. "

Touching his smooth chin, Angouleme nodded in agreement, and the Phantom Troupe set off again.

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[Qiandu Encyclopedia]

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