The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 42 It’s a message

Geralt watched the whole thing, and only spoke when he saw Thor falling to the ground like a piece of wood.

"You didn't kill him?"

"Of course, I deliberately held back," Lin En shrugged. "But after all, no matter what, he is still Broval's son. It would be most appropriate to leave him to the disposal of the Great Elder."

As Lynn spoke, he took out a rope and tied Thor's hands and feet behind his back.

"Although I don't know why he opposed his father, there's nothing he can do now. He can only wait here for us to come back."

Geralt also nodded, agreeing with Lynn's approach.

"The abandoned mine that made the miners sick is deeper down. The evil spirit must be bound by something and can't leave the abandoned mine too far. Otherwise, the roadblocks and wooden boards sealing the entrance wouldn't be able to stop it at all."

Then he turned around and saw that Lynn had already tied up Thor.

However, this binding method is not only complicated, but also has a kind of...how to say it, Geralt actually felt a rather unique beauty from it.

At this moment, a bold idea even emerged in Geralt's mind:

He wanted to try it on Yennefer.

The premise is that he will not be killed by Yennefer.

Seeing Geralt's curious and eager look, Lynn explained, "This is called tortoise shell binding. In my home world, a bunch of people who have a good life like to do this."

East?

Geralt couldn't remember which country in the northern kingdoms had such a way of playing.

But it doesn't matter, and he has no intention of delving into it.

After resolving this little incident, the two continued on their way and walked in the dark tunnel for almost another hour.

The deeper you go, the fewer traces of human excavation there are.

at last……

A slightly empty cave appeared in front of us.

This cave appears to have served as a rest camp for miners.

Everything in the camp appeared to be in a very decayed state.

But in the center of the camp, a ball of violet light was flickering strangely.

Lin En took a closer look and discovered that the light was actually a miniature magic barrier.

A magic stone continuously provides energy to this magic barrier.

Used to protect several torn parchment manuscripts from the erosion of time.

"You watch first, I'll be on guard."

Geralt drew the silver sword from his back, made a sword flower, and stood beside Lynn.

Lynn nodded, picked up the manuscript from the magic circle, and began to read directly without a torch, relying on the ability to see in the dark brought by the cat potion.

"My name is Casti, and I'm the leader of the Pharmacist Corps."

"I left these manuscripts behind in the hope that they would serve as a warning to those who come after me."

"If any of my colleagues find these manuscripts, please read them carefully. I hope they can help you defeat the evil spirits deep within the mines."

"If not, then run away quickly, get out of here, run as fast as you can."

"On November 897, 11, my crew and I arrived in Mahakam at the request of Grand Elder Otto. Our goal was to eradicate the plague raging in Mount Mahakam." "On November 6, 897, through investigation, I discovered that the source of the plague wasn't disease, but rather a mine producing adamantium ore. It could be a plague spirit or some other similar entity. Only by eliminating it can the plague of Mahakam be eradicated."

"The hand holding the pen is shaking. Is this fear? Indeed, after witnessing the plight of those dwarves infected with the plague, it's impossible not to be afraid."

"Or to be more precise, rather than dying, I'm more afraid of dying in such a miserable state."

"But even the youngest, Alma, didn't back down. How could I, as the leader, retreat?"

"The mission of the Pharmacist Corps is to 'save as many lives as possible'. How can we stand still?"

"November 897, 11. Beware of the things in the mines. I don't know what they are, but one thing is for sure, they are not friendly to the living."

"Deformers—that's what I'll call them for now."

"After we killed one of them, my team members and I examined the body."

"It's clear that this creature was once a dwarf working in this mine, but now, something terrifying has changed him."

"Before we killed him, most of his organs were already severely damaged, and he had symptoms of hemorrhagic fever."

"Then how did he survive until now?"

"On November 897, 11, my group members and I were infected."

"Logically, this shouldn't be possible, as sorceresses can't get sick."

"But the problem is, we all developed symptoms similar to hemorrhagic fever, just like the mutants we killed."

"We have to leave"

"November 897, 11. I underestimated Elder Otto's fear of the Great Plague and overestimated my importance to him."

"Ever since my group and I entered the mine, Great Elder Otto has ordered the entrance to the mine sealed. No matter what I say, they refuse to open it."

"—Because doing so would require opening the door, and according to those damned, stupid dwarf guards, who are stinkier and harder than the stinkiest stone in the toilet, they weren't sure if they would open the door to a sorceress, or a female evil spirit who would use the sorceress's voice to trick them into opening the door."

"I've tried everything, begging, intimidation, threats...but they just won't open the door."

"The source of the great plague, the Red Plague Ghost, possesses me and my crew, just like those infected dwarven miners."

"If the Red Plague Ghost that possessed me hadn't blocked my magical circuits, I could have blown open the gate that sealed the mine entrance with just a flick of my finger."

"My magic circuits are blocked, and I can't even manifest a small flame."

"Wait a minute, how do I know the name of the Red Plague Ghost?"

"November 897, what date is it today? Or is it already December? I can't remember."

"Among my members, the youngest, Alma, committed suicide because she couldn't bear it anymore."

"Then there were Andy and Randy, whose symptoms were becoming more and more like those of the people we met when we first entered the mine."

"To avoid harming me, while they still had their sanity, they rushed into the deepest part of the mine and never returned."

"Now I am alone, trapped in the darkness."

"I felt like all the strength had been drained from my body, and I felt like I was on fire."

“I started to feel like I couldn’t get out.”

"897 (?), whoever sees this, remember not to stay in the mines for more than a day, or you'll end up like me..."

"Wait, who am I?"

(End of this chapter)