Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 32 Plague and Thunder

Eldan walked out of the hall, and what he saw was a chaotic battlefield.

The Scoia'tael has been suppressed by the Ardian people who rushed up continuously, the situation is getting worse, and there are fewer and fewer elves who can fight.

Even the dwarf craftsmen joined the melee, which showed how critical the situation was, but it was of no use to change the status quo.

Scoia'tael did their best, and all they could do was a more methodical retreat than a rout.

Their preparations seemed insufficient before the army's attack, and the time to be completely consumed was much shorter than they expected.

However, human casualties are also quite a lot, and in order to achieve this result, they paid a lot of casualties.

The Scoia'tael are fighting desperately, and they all have the idea of ​​dragging a few Dh'oine backs to die together.

Death is not scary, not scary at all. All Scoia'tael here are ready to die, it's nothing more than how to take away a few more humans before they die.

And they don't want to be captured at all, because they know that the only end after being captured is cruel torture, so it's better to die.

Standing on the steps of the palace, Eldan bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and sent the arrow into the mouth of a Cossack who laughed so hard that the fellow couldn't laugh anymore.

Then a soldier's head exploded, and the arrow went straight into the eye slit of the helmet, and the man who thought he was fully protected fell to the ground like this.

Then it shot through the heart of a man in a button-down coat who was about to sneak up on an elf.

As an excellent archer, Eldan poured arrows wildly on the battlefield.

The Adianites in front of him were also suppressed. Facing the accurate and ruthless arrows, no matter how brave they were, they would be afraid.

This is the power of an outstanding archer on the battlefield, he alone is enough to suppress one side.

However, that was just an archer after all.

Soon, Eldan ran out of arrows, and he didn't show any surprise, but just drew out the elf scimitar from his waist.

Eldan's elf scimitar has exquisite patterns, and the gauntlet is also a typical elf craftsmanship.

Layers of iron scales increase the grip, and there is a purple gemstone on the handle.

There are not many such works in this day and age. They are the legacy of the ancestors of El Dann, dating back to the time when the Elves still ruled the land.

Originally, the elf had sealed up this ancestral relic, thinking that he would never need it for the rest of his life.

But after a drastic change happened behind him, he turned the scimitar out again, and since then, the scimitar has been full of human blood.

El Dann, who drew out his scimitar, joined the battle group without hesitation. As his scimitar kept flying, one human being fell down one after another. He was as terrifying as a killing god.

The blood splattered continuously, and then fell on the blood-soaked ground, like some cheap watered beer being poured on the ground.

The commando captain's combat stance is like a dance, which is typical of an Elven war dancer.

In the era when humans and elves were still fighting, such warriors were the nightmare of human soldiers.

And now that Scoia'tael is in full swing, this kind of fighter has turned into a nightmare for mankind. These fighters are dancing the dance of death, which is a dance of death to the enemy and to themselves.

In front of El Dann, whether they were armor-piercing or not, there was only one end for them, that is, their necks were ruthlessly wiped open.

Irresistible, commando captain is immersed in this crazy game.

He was fascinated by the feeling of dancing on the tip of the knife, and seeing human blood splattered, the pleasure of revenge poured out continuously.

A woman in black armor rushed towards him with a face full of hatred. This woman was very powerful in fighting, and she fought against El Dann several times.

But in the end it was El Dann who was more powerful, and he pushed the woman back, stabbing her in the arm.

When Eldan pushed back the woman who was not weak, three human soldiers with spears rushed side by side, trying to crucify Eldan to death, but the elf just waved his hand and sliced ​​off the spears they stabbed. spear.

Then he came to the three spearmen with a dexterous gesture.

Before the three could react, Eldan's scimitar swung, and the throats of all three were slit, and they fell to the ground.

The gushing blood sprayed El Dann all over, and the still warm blood awakened the commando captain's emotions immersed in killing. He stopped his madness and looked at the surrounding scene.

At some point, his side was already full of corpses, some were human, some were elves, and the blood had gathered into small lakes.

There were not many elves standing still, and they were all beside Eldan now, while the humans were seven or eight meters away from them.

And ten meters away, there was a group of soldiers with tower shields and strange iron pipes, surrounded by humans holding bows and crossbows.

They all took aim at El Dann and his men.

"Everyone, it looks like we have to die here together."

El Dann knew that it was a human fire gun, and he was still clear about the power of this weapon.

He knew very well that it was too late to dodge now.

Not to mention the fire door gun, there are crossbows and bows beside it, it is impossible to avoid so many shots.

In a matter of seconds, they would have to die.

But the elves still stand firmly by the captain's side, facing the impending death with their grace and pride.

There was a thunderous sound as the human stuffed the flaming stick into the chamber of the iron rod.

Along with the launch of the projectiles in the barrel, there are arrows and crossbow bolts ready to go.

El Dann and his comrades all fell down. Facing so many muskets at this distance, the ending was self-evident.

The commando captain didn't feel any pain, maybe it was because of some arrangements that Nilfgaardian warlock had made on him in advance?But El Dann didn't care about that anymore.

Lying among the corpses, El Dann's last consciousness was still functioning, and the hatred in his heart was still burning.

He only hated why he couldn't kill a few more humans, and this hatred continued until he completely lost consciousness.

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"Long live! Victory is ours!"

When El Dann completely lost consciousness, the human soldiers cheered, cheering for the defeat of that powerful enemy.

Because El Dann's previous performance was really terrifying.

In the few minutes before that, the elf killed ten people in a row.

Even with other elves supporting the flanks, this record is really terrifying.

After Herme noticed this, he transferred all the shooters in the army, and then let the frontline troops retreat.

He wants to beat that troublesome elf into a sieve and solve the biggest trouble right now.

However, he specifically ordered not to hit the head. If you hit the head so badly that you can't recognize who it is, then the loss outweighs the gain.

This is the head nominated by the king, how can you recognize it if your face is smashed.

And his idea was successful, El Dann was indeed beaten into a sieve by him, fell powerlessly on this land, and died, bringing the last batch of Scoia'tael under his command.

"It was a bloody battle."

Seeing the soldiers and Cossacks who stopped cheering and went forward to collect the spoils one after another, Heme said uncontrollably.

Scoia'tael fought well, they fought to the last man and took a lot of human casualties.

Herme now only hopes that her direct descendants don't die too much, and it doesn't matter how many of those hired guys die. Anyway, they are hired to protect their own people.

"Yeah, so many elves have died, and we don't feel well, but fortunately, we finally won."

Marondo echoed beside Herme, who was still covered in blood.

Marondo commanded the militiamen of Fort Sazar, but as the battle turned into a melee, he could only fight in chaos. That's how his blood came from.

"Someone, go and cut off that elf's head, that's what the king needs."

Under Herme's order, a Cossack walked swiftly to El Dann's side, picked up the ax and smoothly chopped off the elf's head.

As if to show off, he also raised the elf human and waved it at his comrades, and the others naturally burst into laughter.

Herme felt a little uncomfortable, not because he had any moral obsession, and seeing El Dann's face, even though he was dead, was still full of hatred.

Under that kind of hatred-filled gaze, he really didn't feel comfortable.

But this is the moment of victory after all, but at this moment, the mutation happened.

I saw a dark green light suddenly appear centered on Eldan's corpse.

Then the light suddenly turned into black, and in this black light, beside the Cossack holding Eldan's head, a figure took shape.

What a disgusting sight it was, a specter of rotting and mangled bodies and equally shattered garments.

The chin had disappeared from the ghost's face, but it made it look even more terrifying, and the jawless mouth was still hissing.

It exudes an ominous green light, which represents the green light of the plague.

"Damn it! Plague demon spirit!"

The knowledge learned from Ben Ade Academy told Herme what this was for the first time, which made him feel extremely absurd.

Why the hell did the plague demon spirit suddenly appear?

"Retreat! Everyone retreat immediately! If you don't want to die, go immediately!"

It was still too late for him to say that. The moment the plague demon appeared, it tore apart all the human beings five meters away, and the corpses of the human beings killed by it were rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened, some turned their heads and ran away, some were frightened directly, and then the most reckless ones rushed up.

Then the monster pointed at Hermi. Suddenly, Hermi felt a sense of dizziness, but the next moment, he immediately regained consciousness.

Herme knew that this must be what the plague demon spirit was doing to her, but why didn't it work?

What Herme didn't know was that the Plague Demon Spirit cast a curse on him just now, and this curse could make Herme die from the plague immediately.

But the problem is that the hereditary disease of the Hemei family is actually a curse cast by Hemei's ancestors. When the ancestors killed a witch, the witch planted this curse before she died.

Now, the two curses immediately clashed with each other.

It is undoubtedly a powerful curse that can be passed down in Hemei's family for several generations.

After discovering other curses, it immediately went to fight them, and the two curses fought against each other, but the result was to dissolve both sides.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for Herme. Although he "escaped" the curse, it will definitely recur in Herme's descendants. Now this problem has been solved once and for all.

But Hemei didn't know this, and he couldn't be happy when he knew it, because the deadly plague demon spirit was still there!
There is no time to think about it, the most important thing right now is to order the soldiers to leave.

"Go, let's go!"

While watching those reckless guys being torn apart by the demon spirits, Herme shouted for everyone to run away, and then threw out a silver powder bomb.

Hemei knew that he was living in a world full of ghosts and monsters, so besides all kinds of anti-demon gold accessories, he also had some things that he used to exorcise demons.

The silver powder bomb came from his own idea, since silver can harm monsters, why didn't he combine gunpowder and silver to create something that can exorcise demons.

And his idea soon succeeded. The gunpowder technology in the world of the witcher has been developed to the point that it can be used to carry out the auction house robbery (referring to the Heart of Stone). It should not be too simple to build a bomb or something.

And the effect of the silver powder on the demon spirit was obvious, the light on the upper body of the ugly figure flickered weakly, and the demon spirit let out a painful roar.

Although this effect only lasted for a while, it was enough for a while, enough to keep the soldiers who were closer to the demon spirit away from it.

More and more people joined the fleeing army, and no one wanted to be left behind, because the demon spirit got rid of the influence of the silver powder during such a period of time.

Those who fell behind were torn to pieces by the demon spirit, and the corpses then rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After throwing another silver powder bomb, Herme also started to turn the horse's head, and his subordinates had already started to move. It was time to leave, and leave this dangerous place of right and wrong first.

The scenery before Herme's eyes suddenly changed drastically. The forest on the other side of the ruins suddenly disappeared, and there was only darkness in front of her eyes.

Hemei looked around and found that the darkness had ruled his surroundings. He drew out the dagger mixed with silver at his waist vigilantly. He knew that he had been hit.

If Herme knew something about Hakland's Lilit followers, he would know that this was the "swallowing sun" of the Lilit priests, which could pull a person into darkness in a short time.

Damn it, the only thing on him right now is effective against demon spirits, and the anti-demon gold doesn't seem to be very effective against such cursed creatures. I really regret not bringing more things.

Herme felt that she was probably doomed, and being caught in such a scene, wouldn't it be doomed.

Damn it, you should be more cautious, don't rush so fast, you should have sat outside the ruins in the first place.

It's a pity to say that these are useless.

Just when Hemei kept regretting in his heart, the plague demon suddenly appeared in front of Hemei, floating in front of his eyes.

Homer raised her dagger and stabbed at the monster, but it moved more flexibly, and immediately changed direction, and then the claw continued to approach Homer.

Subconsciously, Herme closed his eyes, because he knew that it was difficult for him to escape this blow, and he might have to die next.

But at the next moment, the form suddenly changed drastically.

Herme only felt the intense heat from the Cliff emblem on his chest, which was the emblem given by Raskit, and it felt like a fire was burning.

In fact, ever since Herme was pulled into this darkness, the divine emblem began to react, but Herme didn't notice it until the strong reaction made him unable to ignore it.

Then, Herme heard thunder roaring in the sky.

It wasn't the sound of the firing gun, but the roar of real thunder. Suddenly, Herme saw the lightning strike down from the sky and hit the plague demon spirit.

After being hit by this blow, the plague demon spirit weakened visibly to the naked eye, and even its whole body became smaller, and the pain was so severe that even Herme felt terrified.

But all of this is not over yet, so at the next moment, another bolt of lightning fell.

And the plague demon spirit disappeared into the air. The plagues and hatred it harbored were all wiped out in the thunder that belonged to Cliff.

The darkness also dissipated under the light, and Herme found that the normal world had appeared before her eyes.

He also saw that the soldiers and officers who had followed him were standing there in the same confusion as himself.

Judging from their appearance, they should have fallen into darkness like Herme before.

As for the plague demon spirit, it has disappeared, and even the black light has disappeared.

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"Cough! Cough! Cough! Great Sun Wheel, why is this happening! Why! Why are you doing this to me!"

In the dilapidated elf hall, the Nilfgaardian warlock was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and he had already lifted his gas mask.

And what he spit out was black blood, blood as black as ink.

The people of Nilfgaard never imagined that their plan, which they had paid so much for, would fail from the very beginning, and it was a complete failure.

Nothing should go wrong with his plan.Warlock said so firmly in his heart, but the facts were completely opposite to what he thought.

When the botanists of the empire were cultivating a high-grade grape, they discovered an extremely dangerous alchemical substance. With the discovery of this substance, the most evil conspiracy was born.

The Nilfgaardian warlock is the leader of this plan, and he has worked hard for it for five full years. It was originally expected that the First Northern War would be the stage for this material manifestation.

But in fact, the performance of this plague is really unsatisfactory.

Outside the laboratory, the activity of the plague was too low, it could not achieve the spreading effect in the laboratory, and its lethality was greatly reduced, it could not kill people at all.

But if the lethality is in place, the lethality is too strong, and the host dies too quickly, so don't even think about spreading it.

All in all, the empire's judgment on this thing is tasteless.

After this incident, the warlock's research was naturally regarded as useless by the empire. So many resources were spent, but such a result was obtained. The cost was too high, and it was not worth continuing.

As a result, a large number of resources and investments that belonged to him were withdrawn one after another, and Warlock refused to admit defeat. He continued to study and find a remedy.

And what is happening now is his remedy.

In order to solve the problem of transmission, he thought of the method of the plague demon spirit. With the plague demon spirit continuously spreading the deadly plague and strengthening the power of the plague, all of this would not be a problem at all.

Moreover, relying on the magic formula he conceived, the plague demon spirit will be completely under his control, so it will be more convenient to spread the plague.

Although the plague demon spirit only lasted for a week, it was enough for him to turn the land where the Aedirn garrison gathered into a dead place.

For this he found Scoia'tael, found El Dann, and made this plan full of hatred and evil.

El Dann's hatred is undoubtedly enough, and it is this kind of hatred that he is looking for. If he wants to summon the demon spirit, such a strong emotion is essential.

But just when he thought it would kill all the Aedirians around here, proving to the Empire that his plan was actually possible, it turned out to be nothing like what he had imagined.

The northerners who should have been cursed at the beginning were not killed, but it didn't matter. He manipulated the demon spirit to kill the soldiers while spreading the plague, using the power of the demon spirit to forcibly bury the plague in these people.

Warlock is obsessed with this feeling, because he can feel everything that the demon spirit feels, and that feeling is very wonderful.

But when using magic power to temporarily trap the northerners and was about to kill the commander of the northerners, he was suddenly hit by a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

The lethality of thunder to demon spirits is the most terrifying. The lightning that penetrates the world is enough to wipe out all negative energy. Plague and hatred converge into plague demon spirits.

And as the manipulator of the plague demon spirit, he also suffered a strong backlash.

The warlock's method of manipulating demon spirits was inspired by the theory of a scholar in the empire, who read a lot of materials about the snake faction after decades of imperial troops captured the snake faction demon hunter's castle.

From the material of the witcher, he concluded that the wild hunt is probably some kind of creature in the state of the creature transforming itself into a soul.

Although this theory is regarded as nonsense by most people, it still has some influence among the wizards of the Empire. They all know that the Wild Hunt is not a mere legend.

And the warlock summed up the method of controlling the demon spirit from the point of "turning into a soul state".

After suppressing the hatred-filled thinking of the demon spirit through the technique, it is enough to attach one's own soul to the demon spirit.

It is precisely because of this that when the demon spirit was struck by the thunder, his soul was also struck by the thunder, and the damage was very serious.

And the direct manifestation of the serious damage to the soul is that his control over this huge magic power directly fails.

The reasons for the formation of demon spirits are very complicated. First of all, strong emotions are a necessary condition for the birth of demon spirits, but strong emotions cannot become demon spirits.

If he died with a grudge and became a demon spirit, then this society would have been messed up long ago.

In places with magic power, demon spirits are likely to take shape.

Therefore, in order to forcibly summon the demon spirit in a place without magic power, the warlock brought a lot of items containing magic power, such as stones buckled from the place of magic power.

But now, he can't control these magical powers.

"Damn it, it's going to bite back!"

The Nilfgaardian warlock suddenly changed his face, and then, an explosion occurred.

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Hemei asked the soldiers what they saw, and everyone responded that a thunderbolt split the sky and the earth.

Many people regard this as a manifestation of Cliff's divine power. After all, lightning is the symbol of that god, and it is the protector of warriors.

Some people regard this as a manifestation of Herme's blessing from the gods, and the great god must have come to help Herme's team.

And Hemei's emotions were even more complicated, because he saw with his own eyes how the lightning killed the plague demon spirit.

He knew very well that the lightning was written by Cliff.

When he thinks of Cliff, he will look at the Cliff God Emblem in his hand. This thing has been completely scorched black, as if struck by lightning. It is completely gone from the extraordinary before, and Herme doesn't feel that way either. .

Herme knew that it was this thing that attracted Cliff's divine power, and now it was just a waste.

After returning to Hackland, I have to meet Raskit.

Hemei thought this way, this divine emblem was given to him by the nagging high priest, so he must ask him.

And just as Hemei was thinking about the next action, a big explosion suddenly occurred in the ruins in the distance, and the huge sound made everyone turn their heads.

(End of this chapter)