The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 43 is coming, they are coming

Lynn turned to the last page of the manuscript.

After confirming that there was no information on the back, he gave it to Geralt.

While Geralt was looking through the manuscript, it was Lynn who helped guard it.

A few minutes later, Geralt, who had finally finished reading the entire manuscript, frowned.

"897? That's over three hundred years ago."

"No wonder Broval didn't know about the great plague that broke out in Mahakam before. It seems that the Great Elder Otto, who came before Broval, destroyed all relevant records."

Lin En couldn't help but sigh.

The warlocks of this world are very powerful.

Alzu, Rafad...are both legendary sorcerers who can suppress an entire country with their own might.

For example, Prince Maribor and Prince Elland fought a protracted war for the throne of Temeria.

The war spanned several generations and continued into the eleventh century.

Bringing endless suffering to the people.

Because this war is so long that it seems to have no end in sight, it is also called the Endless War.

Arzu tries to persuade Prince Elland to hand over the throne to the legitimate heir, Prince Maribo.

But Prince Ellander refused with his huge army.

There was no other way, so Alzu had to summon a huge saliva demon on the battlefield of the decisive battle between the two armies, and swept through Prince Elland's army.

Prince Elland had no choice but to surrender, and the protracted war finally came to an end.

But at the same time, the warlocks in this world are also very weak.

Because the era of shining stars when Alzou and Rafad were active is over.

Now is the Dharma-Ending Age of Twilight of the Gods.

Even the most powerful sorcerers of this era cannot touch the realm of Alzu in the past.

Who would have thought that the magic-blocking metal, which was like a turtle-shaped stone in front of Alzu, would actually become the nemesis of the warlock.

People always imagine that the times should be moving forward.

But the result is...

Geralt folded the manuscript and put it away carefully.

"According to the manuscript, we only have one day at most in the abandoned mines to be infected with the sorceress's 'disease'. I'm afraid it will also bypass our witcher's immune system."

"Let's go, let's end this as soon as possible."

……

There is a wooden gate at the end of the camp.

Lynn pushed open the wooden door.

The door is not locked.

Just a gentle push and it opens.

Empty darkness unfolded before my eyes.

A chilling wind that penetrated even deeper into the bone marrow blew out from the depths of the mine.

Lin En, walking in the mine tunnel, couldn't help but have an illusion.

It was as if they were not walking in the mines of Mahakam, but in the gullet of some giant monster.

As we continue to go deeper into the mine, the traces of human excavation begin to gradually decrease.

The remaining traces clearly show that they were left three centuries ago.

Now it has become decayed under the erosion of time.

However, from behind a sealed brick wall, screaming and scratching sounds were heard.

"Is there anyone alive?"

Lynn used the Alder Seal to blast open the closed brick wall.

Behind the crumbling walls, there was nothing.

Only bones remained.

Many phenomena in the Witcher world cannot be explained by science, or even magic.

Geralt crouched on the ground, checking with his witcher senses.

The conclusion was quickly reached.

"Bones, blood, dried mucus... they must have been victims of an infection hundreds of years ago."

"They are all trapped behind this wall. It seems that Broval's predecessor is much more hard-hearted than Broval."

At least Broval had simply isolated the patients in a centralized location, whereas Broval's predecessor had simply sealed them away in the mines.

"I hope they died when they were abandoned here."

Lynn hoped so.

But the cruel reality before us is:

The wall was covered with marks, undoubtedly made by the patient's fingernails.

When they were trapped here, they were not dead yet.

And until their death, they wanted to escape.

At this moment, a sharp and piercing cry suddenly came from deep in the mine at the other end.

"Guwa...Gugu...Woo..."

Amidst a series of incomprehensible cries, a deformed figure emerged from the other end of the mine tunnel.

Before the two of them could see the figure clearly, the thing turned into a gust of wind and pounced towards them fiercely.

Without a second thought, Lynn raised her arms.

The air waves emitted by the Alder Seal even raised the dust on the ground high up.

As for the deformed figure that pounced on them, it flew backwards at an extremely fast speed and hit the wall of the mine tunnel, making a sound as if its bones were shattered into a ball.

Then Geralt appeared beside the figure like a ghost.

A cold light flashed.

The silver sword cut off the opponent's head.

Only then did the thing stop struggling.

Lynn walked forward, squatted down, and carefully looked at the attacker's true face.

"He's not a human, he's a dwarf... Judging from his rotten clothes, he's a dwarf miner from hundreds of years ago."

"But the strange thing is that hundreds of years are enough for a corpse to turn into bones, but he is still alive and kicking."

Geralt sheathed his silver sword, took out a hunting knife, and expertly slashed open the attacker's stomach.

"Most of his organs have already been severely damaged, and he has symptoms of hemorrhagic fever..."

"I'm afraid this is the patient mentioned in the manuscript who attacked the Jishi Pharmacist Group."

"It seems that anyone possessed by the Red Plague Ghost will become like this, neither human nor ghost. No wonder she warned those who come after her not to stay in the mines for too long."

The two continued to move deeper into the mine.

This time, Lin En hadn't walked far when he vaguely heard a voice coming from the front.

He and Geralt exchanged a glance, then lowered their steps and approached slowly.

Then, in a slightly empty cave not far ahead, a busy figure was found.

She was not a dwarf, but a human, petite and thin, wearing a blue doctor's gown - although the gown had become tattered due to the passage of time.

She turned her back to the two of them and muttered to herself.

"Don't call me Captain yet. I have potions and suturing tools... I know I can do it..."

On a table in front of her that had also long since decayed, lay the body of a dead aberrant.

Perhaps because she was focused entirely on the body of the Deformed, she didn't notice the two people approaching from behind.

Geralt looked at Lynn.

He questioned Lynn with his eyes.

Even if it was an immortal species, it would be impossible to survive in an abandoned mine for three centuries without food and water.

As long as Lynn nodded, Geralt could chop off the head of this person, who was not sure whether he was a human or a ghost, with lightning speed.

But Lynn shook his head slightly.

Then he took the initiative to expose himself.

"Hello."

The female doctor was startled.

She turned around quickly.

When she turned around, Lin En saw clearly that the upper half of her face was tightly wrapped with bandages.

As for the skin exposed outside the bandage, it was obviously rotten.

And in her throat, there was a scalpel deeply inserted.

This is very similar to the ending of someone in the manuscript left by Casti.

However, in contrast to this scary face, the female doctor's voice sounded very soft and gentle.

(End of this chapter)