Chapter 241:
The Principality of Bili Dagong Yakoshi, also known as the "Arc Coast Principality", is a dependent state of Redania, one of the four northern kingdoms. It forms the northern coastline of Redania.
Not long ago, a civil war broke out in the Principality of Akosi. The two sides fighting were a duke and his daughter Helena Lange Hall. After a bloody civil war, the Countess overthrew her father and was crowned Duke.
"The Baroness once condescended to invite the witcher to join the right path, but the mutant who didn't know how to praise actually humiliated the Baroness, damn usurpers!" "The witcher thought he had escaped to this pirate
, Can a lair of bandits and criminals escape the Baroness's judgment? Impossible!"
The deck shook even more violently under his feet, but Knight Chastek ignored it.
"Chastek..." A sailor seemed to have discovered something and called the knight's name in an attempt to remind him.
"The gods must have blessed our search and allowed us to find the evil traces of Gerd! It's a pity that we couldn't kill him on the Great Skellig Island. The damn pirates actually defended him and even killed Cha Knight Rimir and half of us!"
"Chastek..."
"What an honor it is to serve Her Majesty the Most Honorable Lady! Anyone who refuses to serve is an unforgivable villain! To hunt The monster hunter who has a despicable mission is unwilling to kill the usurper's beast in human skin, which violates morality and the rules of the witcher. Naturally, he should pay the price with blood..." "
Chastek ! The storm is coming!"
the sailors shouted in horror.
The knight turned like a storm hammer on his well-maintained steel armor.
I don’t know when and how it moved. The small sailing boat that I had to use a telescope to observe clearly was now less than a hundred yards away from them, and I could vaguely see the people standing on it. A bearded bald man in a robe. The Chastec knight had never seen a small sailing ship so fast.
[However, if the transport ship under your feet collides with the sailing ship, it will definitely be the other party who will be destroyed. ]
Chastek thought so, and the next second, he felt the small transport ship under his feet fly up.
He was very confused:
"Why... can that sailing ship be so stable?"
...
The sea was churning and the sky was gloomy.
The huge waves raised from time to time gathered in the air, like a giant palm that couldn't catch the prey, and it felt like one or two warships were missing from the palm of the hand.
This is the kind of weather that no experienced sailor or fisherman would choose to go out to sea.
However, this huge wave seemed to have consciousness, forming a circle and only raging around the edges, while there were only slight waves in the center of the circle.
Attis stood on his boat. The sails were bulging high, and the strong wind stretched every fiber to the extreme, as if they would tear apart in the next second. But at the same time, the sea breeze also brought the speed of the entire ship to a speed that its structure should not be capable of.
The fallen druid is meditating with his eyes closed, concentrating on controlling his natural magic. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he seemed to hear something vaguely, including screams and calls for help.
But he didn't care much: "Just think of it as a new blood sacrifice."
Fallen Druid Artis drove for a while in the storm, until the wooden structure under his feet creaked and shook, and finally looked Arrive at your goal - Udvik Island.
After Attis stepped on the rocks on the coast, the small sailboat, which had worked so hard and so hard, finally broke down with a mournful cry and disintegrated behind him. There were especially vines connecting the planks. It was obvious that the ship had been unable to hold up for a long time, and it had been relying on the natural magic of the druid to survive.
Kneeling on the ground, placing his oak staff in front of his knees, Artis began to meditate with a pale face, recovering his almost exhausted magic power.
It wasn't until the moon was three high that he finally opened his eyes, and his complexion barely regained its rosiness. At the same time, frightening monster screams began to appear in the sky.
Looking up, the sky was densely covered with winged monsters with human bodies and snake tails. They had obviously smelled the scent of strangers and came to hunt.
And Artis also showed a bloodthirsty smile at the right time, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a hungry look on his face: "The siren... the hybrid beast... is so beautiful!" ...Half a quarter of an hour
later
.
Attis pulled out the head from a broken snake tail, chewed it with his teeth, and swallowed it with his throat. After drinking blood and meat, the fatigue caused by casting spells all day will be eliminated.
With the sticky blood, Artis took out the bright mushrooms and herbal juice that had been prepared from his arms. Although he had just had a full meal, he still ate everything in his hands like a refugee who had been hungry for a long time.
Then he turned his sights to the snow-capped mountains of this island.
Meditation restored a lot of magic power, but Atis did not use magic at this moment. He carried his oak cane that had turned into a long stick shape, and walked towards the snow-covered place step by step through the mountains and rivers.
Along the way, the robe on his body was burned by the explosion of the rotten demon, and the top of his head was grabbed by the swooping sea monster with blood stains. More countless monsters tore at his robe and body along the way. But Artis still only used his combat skills to fight these beasts, conserving his magic power like a treasure.
Until a huge cave appeared in front of him, and a huge figure appeared in the cave.
The scarred Artis smiled: "Ice giant!"
He inserted his oak cane into the hard frozen rock, began to chant a spell in his mouth, and magic fluctuations began to appear all over his body. In a burst of blood-colored light, his oak staff began to extend and deform, gradually turning into a wooden sculpture with claws and bear-like fur, and blood scabs on every line.
Statue of Svablo.
The magic wave attracted the attention of the ice giant, and the muffled sound like a landslide echoed from the ancient throat. Immediately afterwards, more frenzied magic waves began to surge from the huge body as if in response. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the prelude of a blizzard began to faintly begin.
Even Artis in his heyday was definitely no match for the ancient ferocious beast in front of him - he was no match physically, and even his spellcasting ability was inferior.
But the scarred Artis's eyes lit up, and an intoxicated smile appeared on his face.
"The unparalleled powerful body, the innate ability to cast spells, the powerful record that has been unrivaled for thousands of years, and the majesty of the king who commands the beasts in the snowy mountains, all of this is really..." "It's so beautiful!"
Oak
cane The transformed Svablo statue began to emit a horrifying bloody light, and the fishy smell surged painfully on it, and there seemed to be vague sounds of prayers and screams echoing.
Attis knelt down and devoutly shouted amidst the blizzard and the roar of the giants: "My god Svablo!"
"Six hundred and sixty-six islanders with the blood of the hero Hamdor, one hundred and sixty-six of the most elite Wilka warriors, thirty-three desperate berserkers under the rule of the islands, and seven of the most devout believers He fed his body to the bear, and three druid apprentices offered their magical blood to form a blood sacrifice for you." "
The battle of betrayal at the family banquet, the chaos that broke out among the islanders fighting for power, and the believers This is our final battle cry before sacrificing ourselves, all just to please you, my God!" The
ice giant roared, and when he saw the villain exuding a strong smell of blood in front of him, he stood still and strode forward.
"Although... a few berserkers escaped, making the blood sacrifice seem lacking. But it doesn't matter. The seeds of faith have been planted in their hearts. In a while, they will continue to pray for you on my behalf and provide you with strength." "
I Fighting all the way, I just hope that I can make you look sideways for a short time with my lonely battle. Finally, I will add the last sacrifice." Looking at the big hand stretched out towards
him, one of the palm lines on it was longer than his own, and he was horrified. The cold air of a person can make people shiver even from a distance.
But Artis smiled: "The last sacrifice... is me as the source of the devil." He
closed his big hands and held the villain in his palm. The arms were raised high and hung in the air, then released, leaving the flesh and blood behind.
Faintly, it seems that one can still hear the fanatical shouting: "My God, Svablo!"
...
All the sounds were cut off by the teeth as big as the door panel, and the ancient beast made a swallowing motion, burying everything inside your own body.
It shifted its gaze and looked at the wooden stick stuck at the entrance of its cave, which was blocking its way out.
Every step he took caused the ground to tremble, and the ice giant tried to remove it like a stone. However, the moment its fingertips touched the statue of Svablo, an ominous light suddenly burst out from the wooden eyes of the statue.
It was like a huge wave of fishy smell that could only be emitted by a slaughterhouse with thousands of flesh and blood rolling inside the cave. The rich blood light almost dyed the ice blue rock wall red, and then this blood light captured the ice. The giant's presence permeated its body like conscious leechworms, burrowing under its skin.
The ice giant began to scream, the sound was heavy and hoarse, as if coming from the abyss; its eyes became red, emitting violent light, as if it was going to burn everything around it.
The huge sound echoed for a long time in the cave, in the valley, on the cliff, and along the coast. The huge sound wave disturbed the accustomed silence of the snow on the top of the mountain, and rolled down to form an avalanche. Countless birds, beasts, and monsters panicked and disappeared in this scene that looked like a natural disaster.
Eventually, the sound became shriller and shriller, like a rock turning into a knife. The muscles and bones on the ice giant also began to shrink strangely. The sky above the snow-capped mountains was filled with thunderbolts, as if some unparalleled evil was brewing.
...
In Little Skellig Island, the dungeon.
The three surviving berserkers were kept here under strict supervision. But Skellige's soldiers still have special preferential treatment for them, because they are not real prisoners, and they are even the ones that Lord East specially asked to be collected in the future. It is just that it is not easy to control them yet and they are only temporarily guarded here.
After all, these "berserkers" were just honest farmers and fishermen before. Although some soldiers who fought against them may be hostile, many soldiers responded with sympathy. The keen East selected a few of these soldiers as guards, and together with a strong iron cage that even the siege vehicles could not blast open, they formed a prison to hold these berserkers.
They thought everything was safe.
However, today, the three berserkers suddenly fell to the ground together, holding their heads in pain. They were once given concoctions while in a psychedelic state, and large sections of prayers were instilled into them as if brainwashed. At this moment, those words suddenly appeared in their minds, and even moved their throats and mouths, and they began to recite them desperately.
"What happened? What happened to them?" There was a panic in the dungeon, but intimidated by the ferocity of the berserker, no one was willing to go into a cage where three Skellige bears would appear at any time to check the situation.
At this time, two people appeared at the end of the corridor.
One person is Bill, with a melancholy look on his face. It seems that annihilating the Wilka stronghold cannot help him get out of the shadows. Accompanying him was House, who was ordered by Lann.
"What are you doing here?"
The guard, who was worried about the unusual movement, saw another berserker coming, and his temper was really not good.
Facing the rude Skellig soldiers, House frowned slightly and protected Bill behind him: "We are here to deliver food and let my companion come to visit his fellow villagers. After all, he will return to Sintra with us.
After seeing the chaotic scene clearly, House was also a little anxious. He looked at the Berserker who was reciting vague syllables and asked Bill: "The three of them appeared at the same time. It can only be the Berserker's problem. " , do you feel any discomfort? Do you know why they are like this?"
Bill, who has become Lan's attendant, shook his head: "I don't feel anything, and I don't know anything..."
...
Ude On Wake Island, the ice giant that was undergoing a terrifying transformation suddenly stopped.
The blood-red light that enveloped its entire body seemed to have a loophole, failing to release the planned energy intensity. The wooden statue looked even more ferocious at the moment, but it also showed a faint hint of weakness.
...
after hearing Bill's slightly innocent words.
The Skellig soldier was anxious and strode forward to grab Bill by the collar, but he glanced at House fearfully and just shouted: "You must know something! You are the same as them, tell me!"
Bill was stunned and said very simply: "If they are mumbling something, just plug their mouths. It can also prevent them from biting their tongues..." The soldiers were stunned for a moment and looked at the iron cage
.
Seemingly seeing their cowardice, Bill, who was also a berserker, shook his head again and volunteered: "I'll go..."
...
all the changes in the ice giant came to an abrupt end.
The light gushing out from the bloody oak statue shrank back like a frost-beaten eggplant, eventually fading and disappearing; the shadows in the sky dissipated, and the thunder and wind also subsided.
Only the avalanches caused by the giant roar are still continuing, but fortunately, the beings who have lived in the snowy mountains since birth always have their own ways to avoid natural disasters. It's a pity that they still lost their home. At this moment, they can only look at the place where everything happened, the lair of the ancient behemoth. The
strange colors faded from the rock wall, and the place turned back to the place that had been cold for thousands of years. Cave.
The ice giant collapsed to the ground like a piece of mud being rubbed. I don't know how long it took, but its eyes suddenly opened.
Crazy, confused, ferocious, hungry, contempt, joy, fear, countless emotions flashed in these eyes, and the emotions displayed by the left eye and the right eye were different, as if there were multiple consciousnesses competing for the brain's space. Control is average.
The ice giant held his head in pain and banged against the rock wall, as if he wanted to use the pain from the outside world to relieve the pain in his head.
Gradually, its screams suddenly became clearer and more specific, and even turned into understandable syllables.
"My god! Swabo..."
"My god, hiss..."
"My god..."
At a certain moment, the ice giant stopped moving, and the pain receded like a tide, but the difficulty was not over yet.
In the dust caused by the collapse of the rock wall, the ice giant was confused. It looked at the statue at the entrance of the cave, and then at the vast glaciers and sky outside, as if looking for something.
"My God..."
"God?"
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"Gods bless you!"
A merchant ship put away its anchor. Several sailors clung to the ropes to free their bodies from the freezing water.
With a "clang", the body hit the deck. The sailors looked around and found that miraculously, most of the shipwrecked friends survived - except for one person.
"Where's Chastek?" Among the people who were rescued, the knight wearing the coat of arms of the Arc Coast Principality was the only one missing.
"He sank as soon as he hit the water. That fool was still wearing a full set of armor on the sea, looking for death..." "
No one tried to save him?"
The person who answered smiled disdainfully: "Did you go?"
The sailors were silent. Silently, he seemed to have never expected that he and others would fall into the water so comically, and that they who were preparing to go to Little Skellig Island for assassination were actually rescued by Skellig people again.
"Wait, no." An experienced sailor suddenly said, "They are not Skellige, and this is not a merchant ship." "There is no merchant
on this ship at all. They are all very skilled. If we say it is a guard, , that is definitely not something that a businessman can afford, it is definitely more elite, even a regular army." "The
draft of this ship is also very shallow, and there is no cargo at all... Woohoo!"
The sailor said His mouth was suddenly covered to prevent him from continuing to speak.
The sailors who had just been fished out of the icy water felt the cold around them getting thicker and began to shiver violently.
The "merchant ship guards" who "rescued" them looked at them unfavorably. Immediately afterwards, the crowd suddenly separated, and a muscular figure wearing leather armor and a helmet slowly walked out.
The sailors from the curved coast held their breath, because the other party had a very iconic coat of arms, and the other party seemed to have no intention of concealing his identity.
It was a black sun.
This is a Nilfgaardian officer.
As soon as the Nilfgaardian waved his arms, several soldiers immediately stepped forward to grab the sailors, forcing them one by one to assume the posture of a condemned prisoner about to be executed by the executioner, making it difficult for them to breathe.
The sailors shivered more violently, this time from fear.
"Originally I just wanted to arrest a local guide for questioning, but you seem to be particularly united and have a strong sense of survival. Although you don't seem to be Skellige people, I have more choices because of this. "
Listen, I only need one person, and I only ask my question once..."
Before the Nilfgaardian officer could speak, the sailor who had revealed the true identity of this "merchant ship" from the beginning spoke again, in fear. His teeth could hardly stop chattering.
"Sir, we are sailors from the Principality of Akosi - that is, the Arc Coast! We are here to kill the traitors under the order of the Baroness. Seeing that your sailing direction is also heading to Little Skellig Island, sir, we It has been carefully investigated there, and it is definitely enough to serve as a guide."
When he said this, he also looked around smartly: "And there don't seem to be many people on your side, sir. But no matter what you do, you will always be there. We need soldiers, right? We don't know the overall situation, but Skellige also has a grudge against us. If necessary, we can always take our swords and rush to the front line!" The Nilfgaardian
officer choked, as if he had seen something. Extremely interesting stuff.
The sailor grinned.
The next second, the sword flashed, and the sailor maintained his execution posture and was beheaded by the executioner.
The Nilfgaardian officer shook his head and repeated again unhurriedly: "Listen, I only need one person, and I only ask my questions once..."
(End of Chapter)