The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 84 He disappeared
In the makeshift camp, the bonfire crackled.

The cook that Tyrion brought specially played a big role.

The food is cooked fragrantly and tastes delicious.

The delicious food made everyone feel much better.

Sitting by the campfire, Tyrion recalled the previous scene and shuddered subconsciously: "Madam, do you think that was caused by necromancy?"

Triss was holding a roasted chicken leg in her hand, biting it politely in small bites.

After hearing what the short businessman said, he put down the chicken leg and wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Necromancer is a forbidden spell. Even skilled sorcerers cannot cast it casually, because once necromancy is released, it requires a large amount of magic power, which may cause irreparable damage."

"Aretusa College and Ban Ade College have long since removed necromancy from their required courses."

"Also, as far as I know, the effects of necromancy are not like this."

Aretuza College and Ban Ade College are both famous magic academies on the continent.

It's comparable to Hogwarts.

Among them, Aretuza College only accepts female students.

Ban Ade College only accepts male students.

Even the knowledgeable sorceress couldn't give a rough idea, and Tyrion's face became more and more ugly.

"I've heard before that many forests in this land are older than the elves."

"Now I believe it. No wonder the merchants of Sidaris gave us the navigation rights of the Idalaat River without even a fight."

Although he didn't say it, judging from Tyrion's expression, the short businessman now obviously regretted getting involved in this operation.

Marillion had a strange look on his face, and he opened his mouth several times, as if hesitating whether to speak or not.

Finally he couldn't help but speak.

"Actually... when I was still at Oxburgh University, I once heard a terrifying legend about the forest."

A bearded caravan guard said in obvious displeasure, "Hey, hey, now's not the time to talk about this, is it? Don't you even look at the place?"

Another much younger caravan guard jokingly said, "What's the connection? Tell me about it."

Some people want to listen, some people don't want to listen.

But overall, there are still many people who want to listen.

Then Marillion cleared his throat and spoke mysteriously.

"Legend has it that long ago, an ancient race arrived in this world through the intersection of the celestial spheres. They were a unique species, needing to prey on intelligent creatures and absorb their souls in order to gain the energy to continue existing in reality."

"Any intelligent creature devoured by them will disappear from this world."

The much younger caravan guards looked disappointed.

"That's it? Isn't that nonsense? If they've all been eaten, won't they disappear from the world?"

The bard plucked a string and shook his head.

"No, it's not what you think. When someone is devoured, not only their body disappears, but they disappear in the true sense of the word. This includes all traces of their existence. Their family, friends, and loved ones will all forget their existence."

"It's as if he didn't exist in the first place."

The people sitting around the campfire looked at each other, some of them sweating profusely.

In order to cover up their inner fear and guilt, people rushed to make rebuttals.

"you……"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"You said they hunted, killed, and ate them. I believe all that. But you said they could even erase all traces of their existence. That's absolutely impossible!"

"Legends are mostly true and false. Didn't the legend also mention that witchers are monsters without blood or tears..." Someone next to them immediately reminded him dissatisfiedly, and used their eyes to signal the witcher who was also sitting silently by the campfire: "Hey!"

The man said loudly.

"Why? I haven't finished yet... What I mean is, legend has it that demon hunters are monsters without blood or tears, but everyone here today has had their lives saved by the Demon Hunter Master, which proves that legend isn't necessarily true."

He raised his glass: "Cheers to the Master Witcher!"

People also raised their glasses in tribute.

After a round of drinks, Sir Royce put down his glass and stood up.

"Everyone, I have to go feed my beloved horse. The journey ahead is still long. Please excuse me."

Triss smiled and said, "Why would you bother the lord to do this kind of thing yourself? Can't you just have one of your men do it for you?"

Ser Royce gave Triss a knight's salute. "Besides myself, I only trust the two attendants who have always been with me with regard to the care of the horses."

"It's a pity I forgot to bring them out this time. As for the other men, having them fight bravely is one thing, but taking care of the horses is another."

After Sir Royce left, the atmosphere around the campfire became lively again.

But someone noticed that the witcher remained silent.

"Master, why don't you speak?"

Lin En took a sip of water and said:
"Everyone, we are not out of danger yet. We have to walk for at least a few more days before we can leave the forest. We don't know what dangers are waiting for us ahead."

"Opening champagne at halftime is a big no-no. We'd better finish eating quickly and take the time to rest so we can get going early and cover as much ground as possible before dark."

The witcher's words silenced everyone.

But no one complained that the witcher couldn't read the air.

Because what Lynn said was true.

They haven't even made it through today.

If you think that everything is fine, it is indeed too early to be happy.

So no one spoke anymore after that.

Everyone just ate lunch in silence.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin En left the campfire. He found a place nearby, sat on the ground, and entered a state of meditation.

Triss also put down the wooden bowl in her hand.

But she didn't leave.

Instead, he sat by the campfire and absorbed magic from the flames.

She is allergic to potions containing magic, and therefore cannot regain her lost magic power through magic potions.

Drawing magic from fire is one of the ways she can replenish her magic power.

Seeing that the witcher and the sorceress had begun to rest, the others quickly finished their meals and took the time to rest.

After resting for an hour, the team set off again.

The formation was the same as before, with Sir Royce and four soldiers walking in front, and six soldiers following the rear, protecting the witcher, the sorceress and the five caravan guards in the middle.

The climate in the forest is unbearably hot, humid and stuffy, making it hard to breathe.

Everyone's mood became noticeably irritable.

The much younger caravan guard couldn't help but complain.

"It would be nice if there was a bard with me. I would pay for even the worst ballads."

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