The Creators: From Night City

"Damn politics, damn arrogance! These ignorant rulers should find a place to properly improve their cultural skills instead of just doing whatever they want."

"May our merciful ruler, the hard-hearted Radovid V, receive the punishment he deserves." After saying this toast, he raised the bottle and drank from it.

"I agree with you. That little bald guy is really taking history backwards."

A strange voice suddenly sounded from behind him, making the old scholar cough uncontrollably.

"Who, who's there?"

Jiang Bing walked out of the darkness silently and stood beside the other person.

"A civilized man, a righteous man who cannot tolerate the behavior of tyrants, a friend of science, a man of justice, a craftsman, a doctor, a soldier, an idealist, a successor to socialism, a progressive."

"Stop talking, this balcony can't accommodate so many people." The old scholar joked drunkenly.

He looks old-fashioned and serious on the outside, but he is full of charisma when communicating. After all, to be the dean of the most advanced college in the north, he must be quite capable.

"You are the dean of Oxenfurt College, Jonis Dykeman, right?"

"Of course, at this juncture, who would pretend to be me, right, this uninvited progressive?"

"I want to ask you for a favor." Jiang Bing said bluntly.

"It's really strange that someone actually wants to contact me. Don't you know that Oxenfurt College has been ordered closed by His Majesty Radovid V? I'm just a powerless old man now."

"The old man wouldn't dare curse his monarch like that."

"Did you hear everything?" The old dean jumped up and looked at Jiang Bing.

"If you'll do me a favor, I believe my ears will automatically become intermittently deaf."

"Ha, you're such an interesting person. I'm starting to like you. What do you want to do? I can't imagine what Oxenfurt College can do for someone as mysterious as you right now."

"Delray Prison." Jiang Bing looked at the other person's eyes, which had regained clarity at some point, and uttered the noun word by word.

"Hmm~ So you came here for those witches."

The old dean patted his butt and stood up.

"It is a dangerous business to kidnap someone from prison, especially one that is dear to our hard-hearted Emperor."

"You really do know a lot, Dean Dykeman."

The old man walked from the balcony to the table in the middle of the second floor and sat down. He picked up the wine glass on the table and filled it for Jiang Bing.

"After all, no matter how poor I am, I am still the dean of Oxenfurt College. The students who graduated from this school are spread across every aspect and corner of Redanian society."

"Will you help me?"

"Maybe. After all, I'm just an old man with a blurry mind."

The old dean stood up, turned around and touched the row of bookshelves behind him.

Here are placed the books that he had tried so hard to preserve. There aren't many of them, just enough to fill an entire bookshelf.

His rough fingers ran over "Gross Anatomy", "Palace Medicine" and "Thoughts", and stopped at a thick book called "The Technology of Urban Architecture".

"Did you know that the city of Oxenfurt was built on the ruins of the elves' buildings?" Johnis Dykeman pulled a book from the bookshelf. He didn't expect Jiang Bing to answer at all, but asked and answered himself instead.

"This gives Oxenfurt the most advanced and extensive drainage system of any northern city. It prevents those short-sighted nobles from drowning in their own excrement, and keeps the compact streets clean and tidy."

The book was pulled out, spread out, and placed in front of Jiang Bing.

"I suggest you read more books. After all, books are the ladder of human progress."

Jiang Bing followed the other person's finger and looked at the book spread out on the table, and found that these pages clearly recorded the detailed explanation of Oxenfurt's underground drainage system.

This dean is indeed full of wisdom, and books are truly the ladder of human progress.

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If one only looks at the wide drainage system, the culture of the Ain Seed people is no worse than that of humans, and the exquisite cities they once built still look up to date. However, the prosperous civilization of these races who were driven out and squeezed to the margins of human society has gradually declined and is no longer a system.

Their ancestors were also rich. The elves have a unique talent in magic and a lifespan three times that of humans. Over a long period of time, they have created a magnificent civilization with a rich culture, mature art and advanced science. However, due to a fatal flaw, their numbers in this world are gradually decreasing.

Low fertility rate.

These long-lived races have a very short reproductive period, and war consumes life. Using death to redeem victory is a common practice. After many bloody wars, humans have successfully used their rabbit-like reproductive ability to knock them off the altar and kick them to the edge of society.

The remaining elves on the continent have now lost the glorious civilization and advanced technology of their ancestors. They are rapidly forgetting their own history and culture. The only proof of their identity left is their hatred for humans.

But this is undoubtedly a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Humans are using exponential reproduction growth to firmly grasp the dominance of this continent. The elves can only leave behind the long history in the book and the dilapidated underground drainage system in front of Jiang Bing.

Oxenfort's underground drainage system is very spacious and well-connected, covering the entire city. However, the complex space breeds a large number of harmful organisms, and the indiscriminate discharge of sewage and feces also causes a large amount of harmful gases and even methane to float in these underground spaces.

Gaitan covered his mouth and nose with a cloth, as if he was cosplaying as a masked robber. The pungent fishy smell went straight into his nostrils, making him hate his sensitive sense of smell.

His employer, Jiang Bing, was squatting in front of a corpse lying in the sewage, checking the cause of death.

Chapter 345 Water Ghost Killer

The appearance of a corpse in an ancient underground drainage system was so normal that Gaitan didn't take it seriously at all.

He just took a quick glance at the bite marks on the body and came to his conclusion.

"The tooth marks of a water ghost. The man's internal organs have been hollowed out, which is consistent with the feeding habits of a water ghost."

Many people have some misunderstandings about water ghosts. Based on its name, they think that it must live in water. This is undoubtedly not objective.

Water ghosts, mud ghosts, wardniks and drowned water ghosts are all accustomed to living in smelly and rotten mud. Water is best, but they can make do without it. These members of the water ghost family are timid by nature and usually only eat leftovers dug out from the garbage and animal carcasses, but the situation may be reversed in some cases.

That is, when large numbers of water ghosts gather in groups, the threat level of these crappy monsters will increase exponentially.

If Gaitan were to fight the water ghosts one by one, he could kill dozens of them in minutes, but when faced with a siege from more than a dozen water ghosts at the same time, he had to consider how to escape or choose a beautiful way to die.

Because the bodies of those who died at the hands of water ghosts are usually gnawed into pieces.

"There seem to be quite a few water ghosts here, Mr. Sabul, we have to be careful."

These lowest-level monsters spread across the continent with cockroach-like reproductive abilities. As mentioned earlier, the ability to reproduce is the secret to a race's long-term prosperity.

Moreover, these monsters, in addition to normal reproduction, sometimes resurrect from drowned people under the catalysis of chaos magic and become water ghosts that hunt living people.

The way they were born means that these monsters may appear in any corner where there are traces of human activity.

"I bet you, Gaitan, you will definitely fail your monster science exam." Jiang Bing gently moved one of the corpse's highly decayed thighs with the end of his walking stick, revealing an old scar on the inside of the thigh that looked like it had been brushed by dense steel needles.

"Damn, those are the bite marks of a drowned undead." As a senior cat-school demon hunter, Gaitan is very proficient in the demon hunter's special skills. With Jiang Bing's reminder, he can tell at a glance what kind of monster caused the marks on the corpse.

"This is trouble, Mr. Sabul, these water ghosts are really hard to deal with, we have to be careful next time."

Once the number of water ghosts gathered is too large and the time is too long, a powerful individual called drowned undead may be born in the group. It can command the entire group of water ghosts. The threat level of an army with a backbone and a group of roving stragglers is obviously not the same concept.

Villetta was fiddling with her skirt. If she had a choice, she would never set foot here.

But she had no choice but to follow Jiang Bing step by step and trudge on the journey.

Water ghosts have a "good" IQ. They are as smart as shoes and have no idea what an ambush is.

The three of them turned a corner and walked into a hall supported by several huge stone pillars. The water ghosts then swarmed out from the opposite passage.

They have noses as sensitive as dogs, moves as fast as cats, and are so stupid as to move like a basket of shoes constantly rushing forward.

Two water ghosts were so close to each other that they even tripped and fell.

But this was the limit of control that the drowned undead could achieve. It took up all of its brain cells to control these dozen water ghosts to charge in unison.

These water ghosts have blue or green skin, mucus and mud oozing from their pores, and their bodies exude a sour smell of decay. They are enough to drown three or five fully armored soldiers. Even Geralt has to engage in a mobile fight here, avoiding their sharp edges and retreating while fighting.

After all, no matter how stupid or clumsy they are, they are still magical creatures. The chaotic magic in their bodies is equivalent to a layer of invisible armor for ordinary metal weapons. They are also strong and sturdy, and their sharp claws can easily cut open a person's belly.

Fortunately, no matter how poor the demon hunter Gaitan is, he still has a standard silver sword.

Jiang Bing didn't have a silver sword, but he had a staff sword mixed with [mithril] and a lot of strength.

Gaitan drew his sword and was about to tell his employer whether to fight and retreat, but Jiang Bing had already kicked the fastest "Stupid Shoes" in the chest and kicked it out of the restricted area along with the two water ghosts behind it.

"You are responsible for protecting Vileta." Jiang Bing left a word, and the whole person turned into a red afterimage. He flew sideways and kicked, pressing a water ghost to the ground.

He used the opponent's body as a surfboard and slid straight across the ground covered with mud and sewage. The moment he passed through the enemy camp like surfing, the staff sword in his hand flashed between the necks of four water ghosts, eliminating them on the spot, and rushed straight towards the drowned undead who looked like the followers of ancient gods.

Shoot people first, shoot horses, and capture thieves first.

On the other side, Gaitan skillfully placed the silver sword on the arm of the water ghost in front of him, and following the opponent's forward force, he bent down and turned the silver sword horizontally, just across the opponent's neck.

The opponent's brute force of charging forward turned into damage to himself, so Gaitan only needed to hold the long sword steady to easily cut off most of the opponent's neck.

Villetta is preparing to cast a spell.

She skillfully pulled the bolt of the 'Freedom' pistol in her hand, which was manufactured by Constitution Military Industry and calibrated by 'craftsman' Jiang Bing, loaded the weapon, and then assumed a very standard standing shooting posture. With a clean shot, she blew up the head of a water ghost that was rushing towards her.

All kinds of magic, this is the art of gun fighting.

To be honest, a noble lady dressed in medieval style, with the light of the Sista Shield (a magic often used by sorceresses for self-defense) faintly shining around her, is in a filthy sewer that is very classic in Western fantasy scenes, facing a screaming water ghost monster, but holding in her hand a modern pistol that is quite large for Viletta and has a sci-fi shape. The sense of disconnection is very serious.

There is a sense of beauty as if smoke was rising over Cybertron and Kong Ming was capturing Megatron seven times.

But this did not stop Violetta from killing everyone.

She kept pulling the trigger, making one or several big holes in the bodies of the water ghosts that dared to rush towards her.

The silver-plated bullets are more useful than expected. These special bullets, which Jiang Bing had come up with on the spur of the moment, are extremely effective in breaking the thin layer of chaotic magic that protects the water ghosts.

Of course, the only drawback is that it costs money. Every time you fire a gun, you are spending a lot of money.

The price of a single bullet is not expensive, but if the weapon in Viletta's hand is replaced with a submachine gun or even a rapid-fire machine gun, the number of bullets spilled in a battle converted into crowns would be enough to make the poor Cat School witcher on the other side die of heartache.

What's more, Jiang Bing also prepared more powerful and powerful magic-blocking gold ammunition.

By using demon-blocking metal as a weapon, this world has developed a very mature application system.

Chapter 346: Hand-Made Meatballs

Things like the silcerium crossbows in the army, the silcerium bombs used by witchers (silcerium is ground into powder, mixed with silver threads, and spread fully with the power of the explosion to maximize the obstruction to the operation of magic), and even silcerium weapons have been deployed in this world, but why have they not been used on a large scale and witchers do not have them?

The main reason is poverty.

As the name suggests, demon-blocking metal is more expensive than gold, or even more expensive. This creates a paradox: those who can afford it often do not need to use these demon-blocking metal weapons to fight for their lives all day long, while those who need to use demon-blocking metal often cannot afford it.

What's even more interesting is that someone once equipped his soldiers with gold magic-blocking arrowheads, but it turned out that these soldiers turned around and exchanged this "gold" given by God for money.

Issuing weapons to soldiers that are more valuable than their lives and restraining them from selling them privately or absconding with the money has always been a headache for those in power.

Warlocks and mages generally don't equip this item because it disrupts magical power, which results in it being priceless (the difficulty of mining determines its basic value is very high). If it weren't for Radovid V's witch hunt and the outstanding performance of the "Scarlet Demon" Jiang Bing in Novigrad, its market realization would have continued to plummet for some time.

Gaitan was a little surprised. He had never seen such a powerful crossbow.

The Cat School is not as conservative as other schools. They believe in pragmatism and their thoughts speak for themselves. This also makes them good at using crossbows, and Gaitan is naturally among them.

He is a good shooter.

But he was also shocked by the power of the gun in Villetta's hand. The Cat School used crossbows not to hunt monsters. Crossbow arrows did not pose much threat to various monsters that were protected by chaos magic and generally had strong vitality. They were mainly used to shoot people or to interfere with the actions of monsters.

Unlike Villetta, who called out everyone's names one by one like the god of death.

These water ghosts deserve to be described as being as stupid as shoes. The miserable plight of their companions had no effect on them at all. They just kept running forward like stupid roe deer, not even knowing how to dodge or bend down. They were like perfect moving targets.

So Gaitan didn't have time to swing his sword again, and the remaining water ghosts were surrounded by the sorceress who came up with her hand.

There was no threat, so he could only turn his attention to Jiang Bing who was killing the general and seizing the flag.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu.

The reason why the Drowned Undead is called the Drowned Undead is because it has a few clumsy spells.

When Jiang Bing rushed towards it on his human surfboard, the monster, which looked like the King of Inspiration in Journey to the West, did not dodge or evade. Instead, it raised its head and chest, puffed out its cheeks, and spat out a mouthful of century-old phlegm at Jiang Bing.

Ha~te!

A corrosive and smelly liquid rushed out of the opponent's mouth. If Jiang Bing had not seen the situation was not good and was the first to admit defeat and dodge, this mouthful of strong-smelling phlegm would have killed him.

It can't hurt people, but it can undoubtedly make people feel disgusted, just like a mop covered with shit. It is exactly the same as what Lu Bu did in the world.

Looking at the yellow residue at the corner of the other person's mouth, Boss Jiang felt a little hesitant for a moment.

The drowned undead was indeed the smartest one in the water ghost family. When it saw that this trick worked, it opened its cheeks and started to hit with its ruthless iron jaws.

The phlegm was flying all over the air, raising the pH value of the air. The other party spitted more and more happily and arrogantly, until Jiang Bing, who could no longer bear it, endured the pungent smell and hit the other party's cheek with his cane, knocking out half of the other party's teeth. Only then did he successfully stop the other party from spitting everywhere.

Even so, Jiang Bing was still not satisfied. He sheathed his sword and staff, and used the civilized stick as a spirit-injecting stick, and severely whipped the other party, who was uncivilized and of low quality.

This was the brutal scene that Gaitan witnessed.

That was a solid iron rod weighing over a hundred pounds! Jiang Bing swung it and smashed it on the opponent's head. One hit was enough to keep him silent, but two hits would make him die on the spot.