Witcher's Atelier

Snowflakes are falling, the weather is white, and the temperature is getting lower and lower...

Since a few days ago, two slender staffs have been inserted on the tower platform in the center of the castle, and a hexagram array has been drawn on the ground around the staffs.

At each top of the hexagram, there are sculptures in the shape of strange beasts. They are magic nodes specially made by Victor. Their appearance is said to be taken from the giant bear east of Zerecania, a strange species called "Iron Eater".

At this time, Yennefer of Fangerburg came out of the portal and arrived at the center of the array. She held a staff in her left and right hands, concentrated on casting spells, and opened a translucent protective shield.

The hazy light first appeared one foot outside her body, then she frowned, pushed outward with force, and suddenly stretched the shield to cover the entire hexagram array.

Now within the range of the hexagram array, any teleportation effect will be seriously disturbed, and it is easy to be teleported to another dimension, and it can also offset other magic effects.

Breathe... and take a deep breath...

After dozens of seconds, the sorceress, who had adjusted her spirit silently, bit her lower lip and exerted force again. With the help of the six node iron-eating beast sculptures, she expanded the protection range outward...

Boom boom boom!

The translucent hazy shield expanded explosively in the blink of an eye, and the entire Kaer Morhen Castle was completely included in her coverage!

The magic power was overwhelming!

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She was dressed in black, which reminded people of the morning in December.

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At the same time, just as Yennefer finished casting the spell, Janot, Letho, Leo and Lambert, who were preparing to attack in the forest outside the city, also relied on the invisible amulet provided by the sorceress to steadily approach the location suitable for ambush.

Looking back at the entire Kaer Morhen wrapped in the shield, Leo whistled softly, "Oh, it's so spectacular and exaggerated. Are all spellcasters such terrifying monsters?"

"Her invisibility magic is also not bad! If I had such a powerful girlfriend, I wouldn't dare to sleep with her at night!" Looking at the invisible amulet in his hand, Lambert replied frivolously.

"Indeed. You are worthy of being the White Wolf Geralt, who can always easily do things that others dare not do." Reso's voice was hoarse and thick, making it difficult to distinguish his true meaning, whether it was sincere praise or teasing.

Without changing his expression, Geralt changed the subject directly, "The hounds of the Wild Hunt will smell our scent, try not to get too close to them, and the transparent effect will disappear in close combat. These two phenomena gave me a great inspiration, thanks to our big boss Victor..."

Reso laughed in a low voice, "Ah... I know what you mean. Just like the last time we were blocked in the Hanged Ghost Alley, just throw bombs to crowded places! That was really a memorable memory.

Thanks to Duwakin!

This time we have more bombs, we can make more satisfying throws, and give them more saturated bombing."

"I have to say, these bombs are made very well, better than Lambert's." Touching the smooth shell of the explosive, Leo couldn't let it go.

"Asshole! Who is a freshly graduated kid trying to bully?" Lambert muttered in dissatisfaction, "I tell you, no matter how powerful he is, I taught him the skills of making bombs!"

Ignoring the bickering between the two young men, Geralt continued, "In short, the battle plan is to use throwing bombs first, and switch to close combat when the inventory is only 20%.

Remember Yennefer's instructions, the limited number of magic-blocking gold bombs should be aimed at the portal first."

Just as Geralt was giving his instructions, more than a dozen fully armed warriors ran up in front. They were wearing black magic pattern armor and approached along the "trail" aggressively.

"Use the honeycomb in my hand to greet them first?" Reso asked in a hoarse voice.

Geralt raised his hand and pressed it, "Slow down, let the fireball fly for a while, give Triss a chance to show her skills.

We should stay hidden first, and wait for the second batch of troops sent by the Wild Hunt to approach before attacking, giving them a surprise attack."

"You mean the lovely Merigold can summon more than one group of butterflies?"

"If she hadn't been caught by your sneak attack before, she would definitely be able to summon more than one group of butterflies. Wait and see!"

As if responding to Geralt, as soon as the White Wolf finished speaking, one after another huge orange-red fireballs fell from the height of the walls of Kaer Morhen, instantly smashing the army of more than ten people into pieces, and the leading team leader was burned into a ball of black charcoal.

The scene was in a mess and extremely spectacular.

Lambert gasped, "Geralt, do me a favor. If you think I'm about to piss off Merigold off, remember to remind me."

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"I can take care of myself, trust me. I'm the fourteenth person on the hill!"

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"Hiss! Wick, this is too scary. Help me. If you think I'm about to piss off Triss off, remember to remind me." Witnessing the results of the fireball bombing, Angouleme, who was standing on the city wall, gasped.

"Hahaha, don't worry, I will." Victor next to him agreed with a smile, holding a telescope in his hand, continuing to observe the movements outside the jungle.

There, one after another milky white vortex light gate opened, swallowing out one warrior after another. They wore black armor, horned helmets, and ferocious masks, looking like the dark knights who brought death in mythology.

Although the actual combat power is unknown, it is no wonder that it has become a terrifying legend in the Demon Hunting Continent for hundreds of years based on its appearance. At least, this appearance is definitely very bluffing.

Judging from the flashing light of the armor when the fireball hit the Wild Hunter, the protective gear should all be magic pattern armor with some kind of magical effect, but it cannot block Triss's explosive impact.

"Boom! Bang!"

The shocking explosion sounded in many places at the same time. The attack groups in the jungle seemed to have the same idea. They all chose to use "beehive" to fire the first shot to entertain the second batch of Wild Hunter soldiers who were marching in formation.

Continuously observing the results of the bombing from a distance, Victor soon confirmed that although the Wild Hunter's armor had good defense, it could not stop the metal storm raised by the beehive at a close distance of one to two yards.

The magic effect attached to the magic pattern armor is obviously not physical defense. Then this set of protective gear that is neither fireproof nor physical should be enchanted in accordance with objective expectations and be "specially for cold protection". Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how the Wild Hunter fought in the situation of white frost in the memory of the previous life.

While Victor was analyzing the enemy...

Relying on Triss's tactical bombing and the jungle attack team using bombs to fill the gaps, the soldiers of the first few waves of the Wild Hunt were completely unable to pass through the forest in an organized manner.

The few fish that slipped through the net were mostly killed by Kaila's lightning, and the few enemies who climbed the city wall were eliminated by Vesemir and Eskar.

Roughly calculating the numbers for the Wild Hunt, only the casualties that Victor could see, about fifty people have fallen since the start of the war...Bearing such casualties, the opponent decisively stopped the attack.

Seeing this situation, the young alchemist did not relax. He knew that the Wild Hunt was an intelligent elf, and he could not expect them to be stupid enough to keep sending people to die.

Although in the memory of the previous life, the performance of the Wild Hunt's legion was completely useless, but at this moment of real face-to-face confrontation, Victor would never underestimate the other side.

No matter how bad it is, it is still a regular army of a race. Even if the attack is suspended due to the explosion, the attack method can be adjusted. The real battle has just begun.

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