The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 224 War is Hell

Late at night.

There was silence outside the city of Novigrad.

Under the inky black night sky, there was only a carriage with a lantern hanging on the carriage, traveling on the muddy road outside the city.

When the carriage passed by the outskirts of the village outside the city, it startled the dogs in the village.

The barking didn't last long.

Soon, when the villagers found out that there were no thieves but only a carriage passing by, they calmed their dogs and peace returned to the village.

The carriage stopped in front of a small house at the outermost part of the village.

"Sir, we are here."

The coachman turned around and spoke to the carriage.

wow-

The carriage door was pushed open.

Chapelle, wearing a long robe that covered his entire body, got down from the carriage.

The best leather boots stepped on the muddy and wet ground.

Chapelle said to the coachman.

"You stay outside."

"Yes, sir." The coachman bowed his head respectfully.

Chapelle tightened his robe around him.

He walked towards the cabin.

I came to the house and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door was opened.

Shasha, who had transformed into Oscar, bowed attentively, just as he had done during the day when he and Lynn were rehearsing.

"Welcome, sir, please come in."

"what happened to you?"

Chapelle heard the tremor in the rustling voice.

Shasha paused and instinctively looked towards Lin En, who was hiding in the shadows, for help.

But he still tried his best to hold it back.

Fortunately, Chapelle was just asking casually.

They don't really care about Oscar's physical condition at all.

After Chapelle walked in, Shasha breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door.

Chapelle looked around.

The hut was no different from the one he had been to before.

The room is filled with Oscar's paintings and the tools used for painting.

No one would have known that this place would be a drug den.

Even the constant smell of paint in the room was just there to cover up the anesthetic powder.

Anesthetic powder is a banned item both in the south and the north.

Anyone found in possession or transporting any amount will be thrown into the dungeon.

In serious cases, the offenders would be pushed to Caishikou and beheaded in public.

However, the banned items here are not due to considerations of social stability, harming the country and the people, but purely because these things are regarded as important strategic materials by kings of various countries.

As we all know, war is only beautiful, romantic and epic in the poems of bards.

But in reality, real war has nothing to do with the above words.

Anyone who has experienced war will tell you that war is full of pain.

War is hell.

Therefore, once the conflict between the two countries falls into a protracted quagmire, when the soldiers are mentally broken by this endless war...

At this time, the kings would distribute the anesthetic powder they had stored to maintain the morale that was on the verge of collapse.

Although this approach is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, it has almost unanimously become the default practice of countries on the mainland.

It is better to let the soldiers become addicted to this thing than for them to gradually wake up in pain and realize that the king and the nobles are the main messengers and sinners who have led them into the quagmire of war, and finally let the street lamps bear fruit.

……

Chapelle put his hands behind his back, his cold gaze fixed on Shasha: "What do you mean by new products in your letter?"

Shasha swallowed, trying to behave as Oscar would.

"It's literally what it says, sir. Something better than 'white crystal', I'll call it 'blue crystal'."

"This is absolutely a supreme work of art, the greatest masterpiece of my life."

"Would you like to try it here first, as always, my Lord? I promise it will be an extraordinary experience."

Chapelle was very excited.

But in the end he refused.

"No, Temple Island is busy with affairs, and they recently arrested a large number of blasphemies who don't believe in the Eternal Flame. I can't be out for too long." "That's really a pity."

A voice sounded from behind Chapelle.

A demon hunter carrying two swords stepped out from the shadows.

"I'm afraid you'll have to stay here a while longer."

Chapelle turned around and glared at Lynn, then turned back to look at "Oscar", just in time to see him expanding and deforming, then returning to his usual appearance.

"Shapeshifter?"

Chapelle's heart sank.

"Mutant, what do you want to do? Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the Eternal Flame? Let me go, and I can pretend nothing happened."

This is a lie.

So far, no one who has offended Chapelle has survived.

He said this only because he instinctively realized the danger and it was just a temporary compromise.

Chapelle wasn't sure if this would be enough to fool a witcher who had set a trap specifically for him.

But it’s okay to try.

As expected...

His bluff failed.

"Security Officer, do I look like someone who can be easily fooled?"

At this moment, there were suddenly a few slight muffled sounds coming from outside the door.

Chapelle's expression suddenly turned extremely bad.

As a security officer who often dealt with torture, he naturally heard it.

This is the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

He realized in an instant that the coachman and confidant he had left outside the house was gone.

"Good good."

Chapelle now understood everything completely.

The other party came prepared.

"Can you tell me who hired you?" Chapelle raised his hands as if giving up. "At least let me die with a clear conscience..."

Before he finished the last word, Chapelle's raised hands suddenly dropped and pointed at Lynn.

Only two soft whooshing sounds were heard, and two cold rays of light shot towards the witcher.

This is not over yet.

Chapelle drew the swift sword from his waist, bent his legs and exerted force, and his whole body shot towards the witcher like a crossbow arrow.

Became...

The Demon Hunter can deflect incoming arrows.

But they also have limits.

According to common sense, after making a blocking action, it takes at least a few tenths of a second to retract the swung sword.

Even a demon hunter can't change this.

And just these few tenths of a second were enough for Chapelle to stab the swift sword into the mutant's heart.

Mutants are also human beings. If they are stabbed in the vitals, they will die.

Moreover, Chapelle always wore a high-level magic-blocking gold amulet, which could interfere with the chaotic energy within a radius of five meters.

Even high-level warlocks would be affected by this high-level magic-blocking gold amulet and unable to cast spells, let alone the mutants' inferior tricks.

Chapelle thought so confidently.

But what happened next was beyond his imagination.

Lin En reacted quickly and jumped to the side, avoiding all the hidden arrows.

Chapelle, who pounced on Lynn, suddenly went from seizing the opportunity to attack actively to walking into a trap.

It all happened so quickly that Chapelle could barely see what was happening, but his body couldn't keep up.

when!
Gulweher was lifted up from the bottom and hit the bottom of the swift sword. While hitting the swift sword upwards, the remaining force also followed the hilt of the swift sword and affected Chapelle who was in a charging state.

He stumbled and stumbled.

Then a flash of cold light cut his throat.

when!
The Swift Sword fell to the ground.

Chapelle fell to his knees.

He covered his neck tightly with both hands.

But his actions were doomed to be futile.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the blood from oozing out of his throat and between his fingers.

He stared at Lynn who was wiping the blood off the sword with a handkerchief.

Then he died.

(End of this chapter)