The Creators: From Night City

Chapter 356 Road to Death

"Aren't they afraid of alerting the Nilfgaardians?" Silotinger asked rationally.

The place where the few people were located belonged to the territory of Temeria. Not long ago, Commander John Natalis led the Temeria army to fight against the Nilfgaardians heading north, but failed to defeat the other side, so this place had actually been occupied by the Nilfgaardians.

Emhyr Emreis, the Emperor of Nilfgaard, is currently gathering his troops in Vizima, the capital of Temeria, ready to personally invade Redania.

This move by the "witch hunters" under Radovid V was undoubtedly a crazy provocation under the other party's nose.

"The fact that the 'Witch Hunt' could sweep across the entire North is closely related to Emhyr Emreis's cold-eyed observation and secret instigation. As a ruler, he also doesn't like the existence of forces beyond his control." Jiang Bing had a bird's-eye view and pointed out the truth hidden in the fog with just a few words.

"The Nilfgaardian Empire had long since brought its mages under its control. Emhyr, who was attempting to unify the North, was naturally happy to see the northern sorcerers purged beforehand. This would save him the effort later."

"Besides, without these sorcerers, the Battle of Sodden Hill would never have happened again. Emhyr might have even been pleased with the bald guy's self-mutilation. I'm also sure he had a hidden hand in the destruction of Aretuza Academy."

Jiang Bing's analysis of the filth of politics was incisive. As an outsider who was outside the vortex, he stood high up and knew a lot, so he could naturally see through the problems clearly.

"I see." Silotingge listened thoughtfully and nodded repeatedly.

"Mage, why don't you take action?" Qiao Ai'er was impatient and could no longer hold back in the face of the huge crowd on the opposite side. Seeing the two men chatting in front of the two armies, he couldn't help but give them a reminder.

"No rush, let them run for a while. Also, I need to correct you, I'm not a mage."

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With the treatment of several incompetent sorceresses, Biluta Ikati's injuries soon stabilized. Her rapid breathing finally returned to normal, and the high fever caused by the inflammation of the wound also subsided temporarily. Although the high fever will soon come back, Biluta will receive proper treatment before that.

The witch hunters' roars and cries of fighting mixed with the sound of horses' hooves clattering on the soil. Although the sound was very weak when it reached the cave, it still fermented panic and anxiety, spreading wildly among the crowd.

The pretty faces of the young and beautiful female students were filled with confusion and fear of death, while Nina Fufero's face showed another emotion, worry about the safety of the witcher Xiluodinger.

Margarita, however, was leaning against the rock wall with a relaxed look. Even with her weakened body caused by the overload of magic power, she still had the mood and time to comfort the young people to stay in the cave and not cause trouble.

These female sorceress apprentices who haven't even completed their studies have no experience in fighting, let alone going to the battlefield. The magic in this world is not born for combat, but rather tends to be more scientific and technological. Combat ability can only be said to be its by-product.

The ground suddenly shook violently, shaking a lot of rubble into the cave. A sharp and violent explosion sounded in everyone's ears, destroying their eardrums.

As the piercing noise pollution faded away, the roars gradually faded and the wailing began to take over.

More tremors continued to come, so much so that everyone thought the cave was about to collapse.

Although Margarita didn't understand the situation of the battle, she decided to move everyone out of the cave immediately to prevent the cave from collapsing and burying them.

The four girls carried the still unconscious Biluta Ikati, and Nina supported Margarita as they just got out of the cave when a rain of blood fell from the sky. The warm and smelly blood soaked everyone's heads and faces.

The timid female student was about to scream when the corpse of a horse crashed heavily in front of everyone, throwing up a large amount of dust and broken flesh.

This is the master of the blood rain.

This is a sturdy Ardennes horse, which is loved by the army and fully armored knights for its large size, strong load-bearing ability and high endurance. However, this giant beast weighing 1,200 pounds (about 544 kilograms) now only has half of its body left. Its upper body seems to have been torn apart by something, and the wound is hideous and bloody.

It should have belonged to a 'witch hunter', who was riding on it and charging, but for some reason it flew here and its head and body were separated.

The shaking finally ended.

After exiting the cave, the howling and shouting echoing from the battlefield should have become clearer as they were carried by the wind to everyone's ears, but at this moment, everything was silent.

There was silence, as if the battle was over.

Nina Fufero, who was worried about her lover, climbed to the top of the mountain as soon as possible, wanting to know the situation of the battle and whether Silodinger was still alive, but she saw the stunned demon hunting duo on the top of the mountain.

The two did not participate in the battle at all, or did not have time to participate.

In front of the two brothers was a large pit that had been trampled out. They just stood there blankly, as if they were under some kind of petrification spell, standing still, their eyes fixed on the battlefield in the distance, their gaze fixed on it, their concentration so intense that even their breathing was almost inaudible.

Nina walked forward curiously, and also froze in place as if she had been ambushed by Medusa.

It was not until everyone gathered at the top of the mountain that the screams of young girls woke the three of them up.

Then there were a few sounds of vomiting and discussions one after another.

Staying here was obviously not a good option, so the group had no choice but to go down the hill.

The setting sun is blood-red, and the wind is fishy as if it has absorbed enough blood.

The land below the mountain has long since turned into the surface of the moon.

A road of death paved with blood, flesh and bones stood straight in front of everyone.

At the moment the battle began, when someone faced a cavalry charge, the counter-charge he launched directly plowed a chasm like an insurmountable chasm in the enemy's cavalry phalanx, and also instantly plowed down the enemy's morale.

The warhorse carrying a knight and armor ran at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, carrying 1 joules of kinetic energy and launching a fearless charge, but collided head-on with a super-heavy armored warrior whose final sprint speed was about to exceed 800 kilometers per hour.

This road to the afterlife, which is enough to shock everyone who sees it, has a deep pit of more than one meter evenly distributed every ten meters or so. All the grass and trees on the path fall radially to both sides of the path, and the soil and broken human tissues form circular ripples under the action of overpressure, and finally form sharp crystal clusters radiating outward, which have a somewhat weird and cruel beauty.

Chapter 357 The Late Nilfgaardians

On both sides of the Avenue of Death were several relatively intact corpses. The war horses and the riders on their backs fell to the sides of the road, but the horses had turned into "blood horses" and the riders had also turned into "blood treasure men".

Although they were not hit directly by Jiang Bing, the shock wave ruptured the capillaries on their body surface, and the sudden loss of pressure caused their eardrums to rupture and their lungs to bleed, leading to their death.

The end of the Road of Death is a spiral death wave radiating forward. All the flesh and blood debris accumulated by the pseudo-Mach cone gathered here. As Jiang Bing stopped, the flesh and blood splashed forward as the Mach cone dissipated, composing a bloody and cruel picture of hell that was full of physical beauty.

There was a burnt smell in the air, which was the smell of high-temperature roasted protein caused by high-speed friction of the air.

In fact, the demon hunter who had witnessed the entire battle even saw Jiang Bing use his body to knock out a fireball in the enemy camp.

A broken flag of the Eternal Flame was soaked in blood, and the long flagpole pierced three 'witch hunters' in leather armor, then nailed a warhorse to death, and finally stuck diagonally into the ground.

There was a gentle breeze, and the flag, soaked with blood, was so heavy that it couldn't even shake in the wind.

From here on, a large amount of blood, bones and flesh were crushed into mud by some kind of attack, mixed with the dust on the ground crushed by horses' hooves and human feet, turning into red mud blocks and smelly mud flats.

Scattered internal organs, whole intestines, torn, smashed, and trampled corpses can be found everywhere. Broken steel swords, shattered shields, and bent halberds are usually mixed with their owners, indistinguishable from each other.

The silent crowd found the upper body of the horse next to a broken tree. Jiang Bing first used it as a weapon, swinging it to whip an elite knight in heavy armor into an irregular mixture of flesh and metal. Then, with the remaining strength, he broke a thick tree nearby. The fragile horse body was torn into two halves in the process, one half was thrown here casually, and the other half flew a long distance and landed on the other side of the hill.

Judging from the positions of the bodies of the "witch hunters" who died at the edge of the forest, their formation and morale had completely collapsed at this time. Almost all the bodies were facing the direction of the forest. It is not difficult to see that they died on the way to escape.

The tree trunks on both sides were studded with the remains of several unlucky souls, and a few dog biscuits that would surely infuriate animal rights advocates were scattered throughout the forest.

The further into the forest one went, the sparser the number of corpses became. Only one in ten 'witch hunters' could escape into the forest, and even fewer could outrun their companions as they were slaughtered.

Jiang Bing's motto is to eradicate all evil and root it out. Even if there are a few lucky ones who escape the battlefield, he still has to win the hide-and-seek squid game with Jiang Bing.

To be honest, it's difficult.

After all, it is difficult for an ordinary person to win over an inhuman person.

As everyone continued to visit the battlefield ruins in shock, the ground suddenly shook, the leaves swayed, and the metal tactical accessories on the witcher's body began to jingle.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The ground was shaking more and more, and everyone turned their eyes to the depths of the jungle.

The appearance of the [Power-Chiyou] logo caught everyone's attention the moment it appeared, but what attracted more attention was what he was carrying on his shoulders.

It was a golem more than two meters tall.

This kind of creature, given life by magic, cannot think and has no wisdom. It is like a magical version of a robot, blindly and rigidly following the instructions of its creator.

This magical version of the engineering creation was so popular among the "craftsmen" that even after the wizard hidden among the "witch hunters" summoned it, Jiang Bing was reluctant to use force against it.

He walked with heavy steps, leaving deep marks on the ground, and then came to the audience.

"boom."

As Margarita's eyes twitched, Jiang Bing casually threw the huge metal and rock golem's corpse aside. The weight of three or four thousand pounds smashed the earth, creating a trembling ripple.

Facing many surprised and doubtful gazes, [Power-Chiyou] faded away like flowing water.

"There's actually a wizard hidden among these 'witch hunters'. It seems these religious fanatics aren't as pure as they claim."

"There are traitors everywhere." Margarita was quite open-minded about this matter.

"The only people who want you dead the most are your enemies and colleagues. After all, there are many ways to improve your own value, but this is one of the best ways."

Jiang Bing looked at Margarita, who looked very weak, and shrugged, "It seems that I can't rely on your portal to go back, but fortunately I have a car."

A cold white mist spread from the forest. The ghost train that drank death was full of power, carrying a group of people into the gap between life and death again.

The wilderness returned to its usual desolation. For nature, dozens of corpses had no effect. Microorganisms, zombies, and various scavengers would soon clean up the place. After a few rains, the growth of plants here would definitely be much better than in other places.

In the early morning, several scavengers had already come here from more than ten kilometers away, following the smell and feasting on the food.

But the rumbling sound of horse hooves soon interrupted their feeding.

A team of Nilfgaardian cavalry began to accelerate and charge from a long distance away from these monsters.

These cavalrymen came and went like the wind, passing by several monsters in a clear and distinct manner, and gave them a head-on blow with their sabers and lances infused with huge kinetic energy.

The monsters were quickly eliminated. The cavalrymen who dealt with corpses on the battlefield all day had naturally seen many scavenger monsters. They skillfully drove their horses away from the dying scavenger monsters, watching them inflate rapidly and finally explode into a ball of flesh and blood fireworks, spreading the smelly and toxic liquid all over the surrounding space.

"Captain, all those who died here were 'witch hunters'."

The patrol captain took off his armor, revealing a mustache on his face. It was none other than Peter Sal Guanli, the former garrison officer of White Orchard.

"God bless you! Have these people been attacked by a dragon?" He dismounted and came to the road of death. He gently kicked the half-cooked and rotten pieces of meat with his feet, and his eyes kept twitching.

"This injury is worse than being directly smashed by a catapult. What on earth are these people chasing?"

"Captain, apart from the bodies of these witch hunters, no bodies from any other forces have been found."

Guan Li walked and looked, and soon his attention was attracted by the Eternal Fire Flag that pierced four objects.

Chapter 358 White Wolf Looking for a Child

He suppressed the urge to twitch his eyes and gripped the flagpole with his black gauntlets, pulling hard, but the smelly flagpole didn't budge at all.

"Is there anyone alive?" he asked.

"No, I don't know what did it. Very few of these bodies are even intact."

"Notify everyone to gather and retreat."

Guan Li quickly glanced at the battlefield ruins, and simply pulled down the "Eternal Flame" flag that was about to be tangled into a wisp from the pole. He also picked up a steel sword that was almost twisted into a pretzel from the side, and prepared to use them to report back.

After all, this scene is too bizarre. Without some evidence, it is hard to believe it.

After all, His Majesty Emhyr var Emreis, the "white flame dancing on the graves of his enemies," is not someone to be trifled with. If he is not satisfied, his mother will come and affect his career.

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Elegance never goes out of style.

The famous bard Dandelion understood this truth very well, so he cleaned up his shabby hotel in Novigrad, where the atmosphere had improved a lot, and renovated it with funds donated by a kind-hearted person, and named it the Chameleon Hotel.

Since its opening, this hotel has been popular in the city for its refreshing decoration, stunning layout, and Dandelion's active social connections, with a constant stream of guests every day.

Of course, it is unknown how many drinking buddies, true customers, and spies from various factions there are.

However, this bustling pub was closed today for the first time.

This is because today the tavern is full of talented people, young and old.

Of course, it can also be described as a gathering of wanted criminals and freak murderers, and a gathering of centenarians for team building.

"Dandelion, I never thought that you would change your ways one day." Jiang Bing's face was filled with grief, as if he had witnessed the glorious fall of a wanderer from a border town.

The troubadour, smiling and shaking his head, defended himself to Jiang Bing, "I am a poet and a lover, my friend. No one can deny that. I have described the bodies and souls of many women in beautiful poetry. But when I opened my mouth to praise Priscilla, I found—unbelievable—that I couldn't utter a word. Any flowery words would seem superficial and artificial compared to her natural beauty, talent, temperament, and wisdom."

"So this is the reason why you turned over a new leaf?" Jiang Bing asked with a teasing smile. Dandelion had been collecting materials for him in this world for many years, and the two of them were very familiar with each other.

"I met a goddess who is beautiful, talented, and better than you in every way. I feel inferior to her."

"How can you say that? I admire Priscilla's talent."

"I think you just want my body."

Dandelion's face flushed red, veins popping out on his forehead, and he argued, "How can talent be explained clearly!... Can an artist's business be considered greed?" He kept on saying things that were difficult to understand, such as "A gentleman is always poor" and "者乎", which made Yennefer and Geralt laugh, and the shop was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Fortunately, it was Dandelion's true love who rescued him in the end. She gracefully brought a few glasses of beer to distribute to everyone, glared at Dandelion coquettishly, and then turned and left.

"Mr. Sabul, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to you for saving Margarita's life. I couldn't believe it when she contacted me." Yennefer, the dean's best friend, spoke first.

Jiang Bing waved his hand to signal the other party not to be so polite.

He came here to find Dandelion to replenish the stock and to prepay the next batch of goods. Unexpectedly, he met the husband and wife who were looking for the girl here.

Dandelion was extremely efficient and had extensive connections. He did a perfect job collecting materials for the Green Grass Trial entrusted by Jiang Bing. It didn't take long for him to establish fixed supply channels with people from all walks of life from all over the world.

"You're welcome to visit the camp anytime, Ms. Yennefer. Margarita is working for me now, as are the other surviving teachers and students from Aretuza Academy. They were frantically escaping some time ago and are recuperating. I don't think they'll be able to leave anytime soon."

"And you, Geralt, are you still using your sword well?"