Witcher's Atelier

The white frost hits the face, refreshing the heart.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

Victor Corleone flattened the rushing Wild Hunt soldiers like hitting cockroaches again, dragging the giant sword without changing his expression, and moving forward step by step with the white frost wormhole as the coordinate.

Although there were enemies along the way who were confused by the appearance and mistook the heavily armored witcher as a slow player, they tried to sneak attack from the side or from the back, but they were all smashed into meat patties by the bursting dragon sword, ending their lives decently.

This lonely and cold journey was not very far in a straight line, but the terrain was rugged and the climate was bad, and the closer to the core of the wormhole, the more enemies protecting Caranthir.

However, the above situation changed after Victor crossed a critical point, and he did not encounter enemies for a long time.

The reason is that the climate in the core area is too bad, and ordinary soldiers' armor cannot last for too long, so the number of guards has decreased sharply.

Then there were corpses with swords in the back that appeared from time to time in the snow. Apparently there was a guy who specialized in "backstab", who was faster than himself and was also not afraid of the frost.

Good at backstab and not afraid of frost?

As far as Victor knew, there was only one person in our camp who met the requirements.

Givelle (Swift). Ciri.

Although her original job was just to cast a spell to release bait and then stay in the back to take charge, it was not surprising that she appeared here.

After all, she was the "Cintra Cub".

There was only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname!

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The Saint of Time and Space──The Turner of the Gear of Destiny──Cirilla Fiona Aren Rayarron, the daughter of Emhyr and Anvita, she was the ancient blood recorded in "Islin Prophecy" and "Burning Omen".

The elves generally believed that when the end of the frost came, she would lead them to create a new era; and humans rumored that her child was destined to be the king of the world.

But, I want to tell you, the glory of her bloodline is secondary. Her truly valuable contribution is to invite the "Sage of Fire" to this world.

As we all know, the Sage of Fire brought long-term peace and incredible alchemy to the world...

--《The Holy Code of Fire. The Holy Maiden Code 3:8》

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In the wide square where ice ridges fell and cold crystals froze, the white disaster wormhole in the sky was emitting a biting cold air, continuously blowing out white frost full of magic. Without special armor or strong enough magic to protect the body, it would be quickly frozen into ice.

And in this place, two people were fighting to the death, "clang, clang, clang, clang!" The continuous sound of weapons clashing was endless.

--Bang!

Until the end, relying on her superb waist strength and light body, Ciri kicked her opponent back several steps with a heart-warming kick, ending this round of fighting; but the kicked "Navigator" Caranthir only staggered slightly, and was not actually injured.

This wild hunter wizard, wearing a skeleton-style armor, the runes covering his body are gorgeously decorated and have a full cold-proof effect. Compared with ordinary heavy armor, it is about the difference between an ordinary member and a member of Xinyue III; the heavy staff is as light as nothing in his hand, and the light ball on the top of the staff echoes the white frost wormhole in the air, and the lethality is extraordinary.

On the other side, Ciri's outfit, at first glance, is much thinner. Only the strong magic power of the elder's blood forms a light violet film to resist the erosion of white frost, and then there is light leather armor and the usual steel sword "Jiwei Ai'er".

However, the ordinary appearance is just a cover. In fact, her equipment is naturally strengthened to the teeth with Victor's cautious personality: "Yuna's handmade leather armor" is standard with steel defense and potential. With the blessing of characteristics, it is comparable to light iron armor, and Jiwei Ai'er is also sharp and armor-piercing.

No doubt~ Ask about it, it's a magic weapon!

When the equipment is similar and both sides are "flash masters", the mid-range battle becomes meaningless... neither Caranthir's pentagram ice crystal cannon nor Ciri's shockwave can hit anyone.

Expanding to the space mastery that is important in ordinary close combat, it is not very meaningful to them. Backstab and emergency evasion can be solved with a flash!

So in the battle, she even backstabbed him, he backstabbed her, and she backstabbed him again, such a funny nesting doll scene.

So the core of victory and defeat has changed, and it has become who can react faster, recover more, and teleport more times in a short time, and who can gain the advantage.

Based on this, there are two winning formulas. First, can each attack force the opponent to teleport? Second, when encountering an attack from a blind spot, can you avoid it without using flash? The rest are trivial.

After several rounds of confrontation, the stubborn Ciri admitted that Caranthir was a respectable opponent, not someone who could be killed instantly...

Caranthir was much more confident, and stomped his staff heavily on the ice. His voice was low, "Just a little bit, Jiviel. You just a little bit. But this point is a world of difference! Give up, your control is too poor, even I can't beat you, let alone His Majesty Eredin!"

The Wild Hunt Mage, who had the upper hand, tried to use words to hit the girl's confidence, and did not expect her to give up.

But to his surprise, after a moment of silence, "Hu~~" he exhaled a long breath of white air, and Ciri loosened his posture, "You are right, I can't beat you now."

"Surrender is a wise choice." Caranthir was complacent, thinking that the psychological warfare was effective. "You know, His Majesty has completely mastered the blood of the elders of Jaques. There is no one stronger than him in this world. No matter how many traps you set, it will be useless. In the end, only absolute power determines the outcome!"

Blinking her emerald eyes, Ciri smiled at the wizard's boast, "Well... you are right. Only power determines the outcome.

What a pity! I didn't want to use this trick." Patting the silver belt with a subtle shape on her abdomen, she said leisurely: "But... let's do it!"

The confident look of being well-prepared suddenly gave Caranthir a great sense of insecurity, making him want to retreat immediately.

But it was too late.

Ciri had already pressed the belt and poured a huge amount of magic power into it. In an instant, someone's reminder when entrusting an object flashed through his mind──

──The posture must be handsome, the expression must be crazy, the voice must be loud, the pronunciation must be crooked, and it must be matched with the momentum of not recognizing relatives!

So, "Smash~~Valudo!" she shouted.

As soon as the words fell, with Ciri as the center, if there was a substantial sticky magic power that instantly filled the radius of 20 meters, all creatures in the range would be blocked and fixed without distinction.

Seal of Arden. World!

Strong☆, Invincible☆, Strong☆.

Even in the most glorious era of witchers, there has never been such a powerful seal!

Compared with Victor, although Ciri is not a witcher, and does not have his extraordinary super magic skills, as a source warlock, she has a huge amount of magic power to squander. She can control the magic power to form a seal by using the magical belt with the engraving ritual circuit.

And the fact proved that the belt given by Victor was extremely effective. Even the navigator Caranthir was nailed in the air and could not move.

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Snowflakes fluttered, the sky and the earth were vast, and only the wind was whistling.

Stepping forward with brisk steps, Ciri danced with the sword flower casually, and stabbed Ji Wei Ai Er directly from the side abdomen into the chest cavity, and then used the wrist and elbow to exert force and twisted it vigorously.

Hiss! Heart-wrenching pain!

Staring at her with wide eyes, falling from heaven to hell in a minute, Caranthir couldn't believe this was true; but the reality was so cruel, the severe pain made him tremble endlessly, and the tyrannical magic made him unable to move.

He was suspended in the air, and blood flowed down the blood trough.

At this moment, the gorgeous armor could no longer protect the body, but only buried his coffin.

He tried to struggle with all his strength. But no matter how hard he tried, the blood kept flowing, and a pool of blood appeared on the ice at the bottom of his feet in an instant.

"Navigator" could no longer go anywhere, Caranthir was finished.

In this situation, Ciri, who was standing in front of him, shook her head. She didn't intend to say anything, but thinking of the other party's words just now, she decided to let him go on his way with peace of mind.

"Don't worry, your king Eredin will go down to accompany you soon.

It's not me, but Victor, who has never been a magnanimous person.

How does that sentence go... huh?

The Corleone family must pay its debts!"

After speaking in a gentle voice, she witnessed his eyes change from excitement to distraction, and he raised his body in convulsions, and his sphincter relaxed and leaked out filth.

Then, he made a hoarse roar, like an empty barrel.

Life came to an end.

And with the death of the Wild Hunt wizard, "Ka Da~ Crack~ Clang!" The white frost wormhole in the air shattered, and the blizzard full of magic stopped.

The girl returned the sword to the sheath, and she was filled with emotion.

Finally... I got rid of this powerful enemy.

What! My swordsmanship is still very powerful!

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But suddenly, at this moment,

"Celebrate!!!"

The king of the world who has the power of the blood of the ancients, transcends time and space, and walks in the past and the future.

His name is Ciri Fiona Allen Rayalen.

This is the moment she makes history!"

The completely incomprehensible and pretentious lines came from an extremely familiar voice; Ciri, who was extremely speechless, turned her head and looked sideways, and it was indeed Victor Corleone.

He was standing not far away, wearing a black full-body armor and a pink scarf, with an incomprehensible aesthetic combination... He was obviously in the stage of a second-year disease.

If she ignored him for the sake of face, who knows what embarrassing words he would say. She immediately flashed to his side, but before she could speak, she took a few steps back in discomfort, as if she had touched something dirty.

There was no way, the material of the "Berserker Armor" was very unfriendly to all spellcasters, and just getting close would make them uncomfortable.

"When did you come?" Ciri asked, keeping a distance and recovering.

Victor, with a smile on his face, answered immediately: "It started when you kicked that bastard away and the two sides confronted each other."

"You saw everything?"

"Of course, your shouting of 'Smash~~Valudo' was awesome! It was full of invincible courage, and I was so moved!

And the Corleone family's debt repayment is also not bad! It's so cool, let him die with regrets, worthy of being the third sister of our family."

…….

Recalling that the whole battle process was seen and heard by Victor, a strange sense of shame surged up, and Ciri didn't want to talk for the time being.

"I'm tired, I'll go back to the camp to rest first, and Eredin will be left to you!"

After saying that, she stepped back a few steps and disappeared in a flash.

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Sorry, I have been updating very slowly recently, but I have been writing every day. It is just that I am thinking over and over again and am indecisive, so it takes a lot of time.

Please allow me to be a little willful and finish this story with satisfaction. Thank you very much.

Simon Taitai who loves you

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