Witcher's Atelier

The square in the forecourt of Kaer Morhen.

Seeing Geralt's retreat signal, Eskar immediately prepared to turn the capstan of the city gate, but at this moment, a milky white vortex suddenly appeared in front of him, and then six wild hunters walked out of the portal.

The elven mage walking in the front was wrapped in heavy armor. The round wheel of his helmet was very different from that of ordinary soldiers. He held a magic wand made of black iron in his hand. The top sphere emitted dazzling white light and biting cold air. The appearance made people want to keep a distance at a glance...

Although it was a blocked barrier area, these wild hunters were able to come in through the portal. Eskar immediately thought that the mage leading them should be the "navigator" and the magic general of the wild hunt that Victor had emphasized.

According to the information provided by Avallac'h, the name of the guy in front was "Caranthir". He was an elf of the Ain El clan, an important advisor to Eredin, the king of the wild hunt, and also a student of the sage Avallac'h.

Among the elves, titles must have special meanings, and the reason why he is called "Navigator" is because he is particularly good at time and space magic. He can use ancient skills to guide the Wild Hunt Knights to follow their mysterious paths and "limitedly" cross the time and space barriers to go to other worlds.

With this special power, it is not surprising that he can pass through Yennefer's blockade.

Eskar is ready.

Looking at the witcher, Caranthir tilted his head, waved his hand to let his subordinates retreat to make room, and stepped forward with his staff.

Single challenge! ?

A spellcaster is looking for someone to fight! ?

A wizard with such confidence is obviously not an opponent that can be easily solved. Eskar, who was provoked, had a blank expression on his face. He turned around without hesitation and swung his steel sword back like lightning.

"Dang!" The Wild Hunt raised his staff to meet the attack and blocked it steadily.

The wizard wearing an iron mask could not see his expression, but his cold eyes and ferocious armor, plus the cold and bright sphere on the top of the magic wand, a sense of oppression came over him.

Using his strength to break the witcher's suppression, Caranthir raised his weapon and smashed the frost staff on his head.

"Roar!" Eskar shouted and raised his sword to meet him.

"Clang!!! Clang clang clang! Clang clang clang clang!" A sharp clang sounded like thunder on the ground, followed by the clash of swords and staffs as dense as a torrential rain.

The sword dance produced arcs of afterimages. Eskar's moves were extremely fast, and at this moment when facing a strong enemy, it was even faster than ordinary people could imagine.

However, Caranthir was not an ordinary person. He made full use of the advantages of long-handled weapons to keep his distance and relied on stable movements to achieve effective defense.

In a blink of an eye, they fought for several rounds. Seeing that they could not win the quick attack, thinking that Geralt and the other four were still blocked outside the door and could be surrounded and killed at any time, the disfigured witcher decided to take a risk.

So the next time the swords and staffs collided, he lowered his body to remove the reaction force, suddenly shrunk his body around his back, and slashed the steel sword mercilessly at the opponent's head.

The Wild Hunter, who obviously failed to keep up with the reaction, was about to be killed, but at the moment when the sword touched him, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Flash! ?

Damn it! ! !

His heart skipped a beat, and decades of rich combat experience warned him. Eskar turned quickly and blocked the staff's thrust with the hilt in time, but unfortunately he failed to offset the frost impact at the front. He was knocked out with a bang, his chest ached dully, and half of his body was numb and stiff.

A smile rose at the corner of his mouth under the elf mask. Although he failed to hit the target with one shot, the outcome was already decided. The steel sword was knocked away and the witcher next to him was unarmed. Now he only needed to step forward and smash it with his staff──

"──Hey! Caranthir!" At the critical moment, he heard the young woman's voice calling out his name. The mage turned around and saw that he was facing the sword of Ciri, the target of this trip!

He held his staff to meet the attack, and he was confident that he could block the attack steadily.

But just when the sword and the staff were about to touch, "Swoosh!" Ciri suddenly disappeared.

A familiar moment, the same technique! Caranthir's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately twisted his waist and turned around to block with his staff!

Unfortunately, he was far less agile than the witcher, and he didn't have time to defend against Jiviel. His abdominal armor was cut open with a long gap, and blood oozed out.

After landing and taking a top position, Ciri's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he quickly retreated to Eskar's side to cover.

With his right hand holding the staff, his left hand covering the wound on his waist, he stared deeply at Ciri's face. The mage retreated step by step to the back of his subordinates, turned around decisively and disappeared.

Caranthir's departure made the two of them feel relieved, but unfortunately this did not mean the end of the crisis. The wild hunter soldiers left behind by the mage were beginning to press step by step.

"You should stay in the castle and sit obediently." He grabbed her hand.

Ciri pulled Eskar up with all her strength, "Oh, who will save you then?"

"You make sense, thank you." His disfigured face was full of smiles, and it was even more terrifying when he wasn't smiling.

Fortunately, she had gotten used to it since childhood, so she twisted her mouth and made a grimace, "Hurry up and get rid of these guys! Help Geralt and the others open the door."

...

On the other side, just as Ciri was fighting Eskar.

Beside a section of the city wall near the east, Lambert, who was separated from his teammates, was beaten by five Wild Hunt warriors, and unfortunately his steel sword was knocked off.

Fortunately, just before he was about to die, "Azar! Anatha! Vellos!" The magnetic spell chanting sounded.

The soldiers were all lifted high by magic, and then fell heavily from mid-air, falling to the ground in disability.

The bald witcher picked up the long sword and looked up at the top of the city wall, "You are awesome! Keira, thank you."

"Hehehe... I appreciate your honesty, but there is no reward!" After saying the arrogant line, the sorceress who happened to pass by disappeared from the city wall.

Shrugging his shoulders and not caring, Lambert rushed to the city gate to meet up with others.

...

Not long after, in front of the drawbridge at the main gate of Kaer Morhen.

"Swish!" The steel sword slashed vertically, killing another Wild Hunt soldier, White Wolf. Geralt finally heard the chain of the city gate behind him, making a creaking sound.

Leo shouted: "Eskal opened the gate! Let's retreat inside quickly!"

"Retreat!" Geralt waved calmly, signaling Lambert and Letho to go first, and he would cover them from behind.

The four of them quickly ran across the drawbridge, passed through the doorway and returned to the front yard, and then the gate fell with a bang, temporarily blocking the enemy's pursuit.

A short breath.

Seeing the graceful figure, "Ciri..." Geralt frowned and glared at his adopted daughter, "You shouldn't have come here!"

"It's too late! I'm already here!" With her hands on her waist and her chin slightly raised, Ciri stared back at him without hesitation, "And if it weren't for me, you would still be outside the door blowing in the cold wind!"

The oval blue eyes and the narrow cat eyes refused to give in to each other, just staring at each other!

The conflict was about to break out, but fortunately the Wild Hunt's banging on the door reminded the two that now was not the time to quarrel.

The White Wolf could only shake his head helplessly, "You are becoming less and less cute, dear!"

Ciri didn't say anything, but responded with a roll of her eyes.

At this moment, "Don't listen to his nonsense, I think you are getting cuter, dear Ciri!" The voice came from behind Geralt, belonging to the damned little bastard Victor, "I admire your tough and stubborn personality, and I like you more when you draw your sword and chop people!"

White Wolf turned around speechlessly and looked at the guy who sang the opposite tune. The young witcher walked leisurely and looked energetic. Only the scratches and bloodstains on his leather armor proved that he had not been idle for a while.

With a relaxed smile on his face, Victor bowed and invited, "Please put aside the dispute about whether it is cute or not, and retreat to the courtyard to rest first, leaving the front courtyard empty. I will take care of this wave of pursuers!"

Feeling the confidence contained in the words, patted the Dragonborn on the shoulder, and White Wolf left by mistake.

Yuyan put away her sharp attitude, brushed off the dust on her knees, and walked to Victor. "Don't you need me to accompany you? My cute little brother."

"Don't worry! Sweetheart, your brother has a new trick. Don't blink later, it will be the strongest seal you have ever seen in your life!"

"......"

Although she didn't know where the other party got his confidence from, but living together for more than half a year was enough for Ciri to develop complete resistance to the young man's occasional bursts of the second soul.

So she squinted her eyes, gave Victor a middle finger, and then followed Geralt's footsteps and quickly left the vestibule.

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