The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 55 Shut up, mother fucker
Let's turn back the time a little.

After Lynn and Geralt finished their reconnaissance, they returned to the mound where Isterad and the others were hiding and told everyone what they had seen.

"There are about forty armed men in the camp. They have a variety of equipment and are standard mercenaries."

"The enemy leader is very cautious and has placed many sentries around the camp. There are also many patrols inside the camp."

As he listened to Lynn's report, Istrade's face darkened.

When his men examined the bodies of the attackers in the hotel, they had reported to him that there were two groups of attackers:

One group is professional soldiers and the other group is mercenaries.

He didn't expect that there would be so many people in this group of mercenaries alone.

Although his men were loyal and brave, they were outnumbered by the enemy.

If a real fight breaks out, both sides will probably suffer losses.

"Master, should we leave under the cover of night?"

Istrade asked.

He couldn't waste his manpower here.

Because there is still a group of King Reid's men, and no one knows where they are hiding.

He must return safely to Targo City to continue his unfinished business.

As for the goods brought back from Mahakam and Novigrad...

It's a pity, but it seems there is nothing we can do now.

"No, sir, we are going to kill them."

Lynn gave an answer that Istrade had never expected.

He paused and explained with a smile.

"There are quite a few horses in their camp, and we just need them to pull our goods."

"Also, since they are in the same group as the other attackers, we can get the other attackers' location and assembly point from them."

"That way, we can get around it without alerting anyone."

Istrade thought for a moment, a look of agreement on his face, but he still said, "But there are too many of them. I'm worried we might..."

He didn't continue speaking.

But Lynn already understood what he meant.

"I have a plan, sir. You and your men will ambush in that direction. Geralt and I will drive the enemy towards you."

"Then, you can use the crossbow arrows to cook a pot of iron broth and treat our 'guests' well."

Istrade's eyes lit up.

If everything was really carried out as Lin En said, they would hardly suffer any casualties.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's simple, just use this."

Lynn pulls out a Dancing Star Bomb.

He and Geralt happened to be in Novigrad before, and they replenished a large amount of materials for making potions and alchemical bombs.

As long as there are enough alchemical bombs, the two of them are enough to cause amazing destructive power.

Lynn briefly explained to Istrade what an alchemical bomb was.

Isterad was overjoyed when he heard this, and he said very kindly that no matter how much money they spent on the alchemical bombs, he would compensate them after they arrived in Targo City, and he would never let Lynn and Geralt pay for work.

Originally, Lynn was planning to bring it up with Istrad, but before he could make his request, Istrad took the initiative to propose it himself.

Of course this is better.

So Lynn and Geralt began to prepare for the next raid.

Since you're dealing with human enemies, there's no need to apply sword oil.

But the potion still needs to be drunk.

After all, they are facing a group of more than 40 mercenaries.

Although Lin En's plan was to use alchemical bombs to force them into an ambush point instead of fighting head-on.

But reality is not a game after all, and being fully prepared is basic common sense.

In addition, although the Trial of Green Grass makes the demon hunter much stronger than ordinary humans in all aspects, in fact, only the demon hunter who drinks the potion can be considered complete.

Let's say that.

If in the original novel, Geralt drank the potion before leaving when trying to stop the Rivia Massacre, there would definitely not be the "pitchfork is a witcher's treasure" joke.

……

The two of them quietly moved to the outskirts of the camp again.

Geralt mouthed to Lynn.

"Are you ready?"

"let's start."

Lynn threw out a slender glass bottle filled with light blue potion.

The glass bottle rolled in the air and finally hit the tree trunk next to the sentry.

The sentry heard the sound and instinctively looked back.

But the next moment, a chill came over me.

A terrifying cold air burst out from the shattered glass bottle.

The ice that could be seen with the naked eye spread in all directions.

The first to be hit is the nearest sentry post.

He had just turned his head when frost covered his body.

He was frozen into a lifelike ice sculpture.

This is the power of the North Wind Bomb.

"Enemy attack!" The shrill cries and sudden changes caused chaos in the camp.

Lynn and Geralt took the opportunity to throw out a few more Dancing Star Bombs and Dragon Dream Bombs.

Soon, raging fires were burning all over the camp.

Even though there were only two of them.

But the noise they made was louder and louder than that of twenty people.

Although the gang organized by Judd was not an ordinary bandit gang, the situation before them was such that even the regular army would be helpless.

First, the sudden appearance of ice freezes people into ice sculptures, followed by a huge explosion and blazing flames.

These mercenaries don't know what an alchemical bomb is.

After all, this thing is rarer than witchers, and few witchers can afford to waste it like Lynn and Geralt.

With their limited knowledge, they could only think of one possibility:
Warlock!

It's the warlock attacking them!

Only this fucking reason can explain the current situation.

"Warlock! It's a warlock! Warlock!"

No one knew who was the first to shout, but this undoubtedly greatly intensified the panic in the camp.

Warlocks are not invincible.

But a warlock who is well prepared and hides somewhere to cast spells is almost invincible.

Panic spread like a plague and could no longer be controlled.

The mercenaries in the camp scrambled to escape the camp.

At this time, they only regretted that their parents had not given them two more legs.

When they finally escaped, leaving the forest, the burning camp, and the noise behind them, they had no time to breathe a sigh of relief before they were interrupted by a crossbow arrow that pierced the night sky.

The mercenaries who were shot by crossbow arrows were cut down like wheat.

……

Unlike the scene outside the forest full of curses and shouts, the camp in the burning forest seemed so quiet.

When Lynn and Geralt acted separately and created more chaos, Lynn unexpectedly encountered a big fish.

The other person actually had a pair of cat eyes like theirs.

"Since when did you, the Wolf School, start taking jobs that involve killing people?"

Judd, with a ferocious face and bulging veins, obviously having drunk the potion, spat on the ground.

I felt like a thousand alpaca horses were galloping past me.

If he knew that the target he was going to attack was protected by a witcher, he would never have accepted the commission.

Nor would they stay in this camp after the attack failed.

Lynn recognized Judd.

Although he was a little younger than the one he remembered, he was undoubtedly the one who wanted to break the law of witchers and hoped to become the first cat school witcher to die in bed.

Lin En shook his head: "I am different from you. We accepted the mission of protection."

"Whatever you say, little wolf," Judd put the sword back into the scabbard and spread his hands. "I say, there's no need for us to fight to the death. There are only a few witchers. If one or two more of them die in internal strife, it will be even more worthless..."

Before Judd finished speaking, he suddenly shook his wrist, and the arrow hidden under his arm shot out a cold light and shot straight towards Lynn.

But before Judd could show any smugness, a flash of fire suddenly appeared in his sight.

Judd dodged hurriedly, and fortunately he reacted quickly enough to avoid the Igni Sign that was burning towards his eyebrows at the critical moment.

"The insidious cat school!"

"Dirty little wolf cub!"

Judd didn't expect that the other party would think the same as him.

Where are the partners of justice?
After dodging the flames, Judd drew his steel sword and rushed towards Lynn.

Lynn didn't run away, he accepted the challenge.

The steel sword swung and turned around the witcher, and both of them dodged each other's attacks, dancing a dance of death.

Every time the metals collided, bright sparks flew.

Judd's sword was fast, but he wasn't fast enough.

The unique mutation of the Cat School gave him faster reaction and speed, but his current level was not as good as it would be in a dozen years. His swordsmanship was still only at the proficient level, and he had not yet reached the level of a master.

Lynn, who was more skilled, discovered and seized his weakness.

Judd noticed it too, but it was too late.

Lynn swung his sword quickly, splitting his abdomen.

Judd screamed, dropped his sword, and took a few steps back. Lynn chased after him and kicked Judd in front of the burning tent.

The sword swung again in a long arc, starting from the collarbone and splitting Judd's torso diagonally.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Judd screamed again and fell to his knees.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen.

He stared at the wound, as if doing so would heal it.

Lynn raised the Gulvisir sword, ready to swing it down.

At this moment, Judd suddenly looked up, with hatred flashing in his eyes.

"My career has just begun to flourish, and I haven't had the chance to pursue the woman I love. How can I die here..."

Lynn didn't give him a chance to finish.

A cold light flashed, and the world became quiet.

(End of this chapter)