"Sansa! Menedith! Help me! I'm dying, I know I was wrong!"
Regarding his self-esteem and his life, Geralt would definitely not ask for help from the goddess in his heart before. But now, even though he knows that he will never be able to hold his head up in front of the two of them again, he still decisively chooses to save his life.
"It's over, let him hear you when you speak."
"You spoke too loudly!"
There was some change in the voice through something, and Geralt, who was very familiar with the two of them, was sure that it was Menedith who spoke first, and then Sansa.
"His hair has really turned white and he looks pretty good."
"I really don't understand your level of appreciation, Menedith. His eyes have turned into cat eyes, which is so ugly."
Two masked heads, one orange and one white, appeared above the mouth of the small well, commenting on Geralt's appearance.
"Sansa, Menedith, let me out first, can I let you watch at will?" Geralt raised his head and whispered. Every joint in his body was in unbearable pain, and he didn't want to stay like this for a moment anymore.
In a cell called the bottle.
"Geralt has already spoken, Menedith, please do it quickly." Sansa, wearing a white mask, left the well.
"Little Geralt, close your eyes!"
The one wearing an orange mask was Menedith. She raised her hands, and magic from the orange mage's hands poured out and attached to the well mouth, and extended underground along the cylindrical shaft made of stone.
"Get up!" Menedith shouted softly, and she dug the entire small cell where Geralt was held out of the ground.
Magic supported the cell and floated in front of Menedith. She changed positions with her hands, suddenly clenched and unclenched her fists, and the orange light attached to the outside of the cell also tightened and exploded. The bricks under the cylinder could not withstand the attack of magic.
It shattered into pieces, and Geralt fell out of it.
"Get up! A mage is coming to rob the prison!" Several people blatantly made such a big noise, and now there were shouts everywhere in the military camp.
The barrel rolled aside, and the guard lay on the ground. A huge direwolf with gray fur pressed its thick front legs on his back. The fangs in its mouth were less than one centimeter away from the guard's neck. The giant wolf exhaled
White smoke rises from the hot air.
Sansa stood there and looked at the military camp. Only a white mask was exposed under the hood. She was wearing a snow-white fluffy coat with the front plackets unbuttoned. She wore only a white robe embroidered with gold thread underneath. In the cold north,
Jing dares to wear such thin clothes, anyone who is not blind would know that she is a magician.
Menedith was dressed similarly to Sansa, but all her clothes and mask were orange. She squatted in front of Geralt, using her mage's hands to manipulate the shackles on his hands. A dozen people gathered in the square
When she did, the shackles opened from the inside with a snap.
"Geralt, how did you get caught? What grudges do you have with these people? I don't have time to go into details now. I just ask you, can these people be killed?" I saw that there were several shapechanger mages coming, and they were extremely tall.
Sansa put her hands in her pockets and asked without looking back.
"You can kill them! They use living people to create vampires!" Geralt, who was resting on the ground, understood that Sansa and the two of them could deal with these people without him.
Menedith had great trust in Geralt. He said that if he could kill these people, there must be sufficient evidence to prove that they committed serious crimes.
Released the magic again, the broken stones on the ground were wrapped in orange light, floating from the ground and surrounding Menedith. As she waved her hands forward, the broken stones were like bullets, pulling an orange wake towards the surrounding people.
Enemies coming.
"Get out of the way!"
The opponent's mage was knowledgeable, but Menedith moved too quickly. When he called out, the soldiers who ran to the training ground had nowhere to hide.
Puff! Puff! Puff! The gravel easily punched holes through the soldiers wearing leather armor, and the mail armor was also unable to withstand it. A few soldiers wearing plate armor did not lie dead on the ground and kept wailing. The place where their armor was hit
There is a deep pit.
Magic shields, ice shields, disappeared afterimages, several mages each cast defensive magic, and only the soldiers following them remained intact.
"Don't make unnecessary sacrifices! The mage stays, and everyone else leaves quickly!" Rocco, the Three-Shaped One, put on a white plate armor and led his black wolf from the military camp to the training ground.
The soldiers who were still alive quickly found their comrades who were still alive, carried them and ran out of the military camp.
"The clothes are a gift from the queen, so don't damage them." When Menedith was about to use magic to kill these soldiers again, Sansa said with her hands in her pockets.
Menedith thought about it. Several mages were still there and their leader had also come out. It would be better to concentrate on dealing with them.
Rocco, the Three-Shaped One, walked to the middle of the training ground and blocked the sight of Sansa and others with his body to protect the retreating soldiers behind him.
"Sansa Stark and Menedith Crane, I didn't expect you two palace counselors to show up here today." The two ladies are very famous, and Rocco recognized them at a glance even wearing masks.
they.
"My letter to the Duke of Winterfell stated that it should have arrived two days ago. It seems that Master Rocco is very well-informed! He knows our every move." Menedith also knew Rocco, and each of the three
Those who form are not nameless people.
"Is he Rocco? He once chased more than a hundred bandits by himself and eventually killed them all. Rocco was known as the Bloody Hand of the North?" Rocco has done much more than that. Geralt
I don’t understand how Rocco, who wants fame and money, could start a vampire business.
Rocco is not crazy and will not reveal his motives for doing things to anyone.
Menedith: "Before Sansa and I came to rescue you, my eagle had already informed Robb who was going south. The investigation order for these people will be sent tomorrow. I didn't expect them to be creating vampires. Good luck to you, Geralt."
very nice."
Looking up at the sky, Roco suddenly thought that there were several eagles circling during the day, and now only one was left. Roco clenched his fists, and it turned out that Menedith could channel multiple animals just like him!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You two, today's matter can no longer be resolved peacefully." Robb learned the news, and Rocco took out the battle ax from his waist and assumed a fighting posture, with several vines
The vines grew rapidly in his pockets, and he put a layer of plant armor on top of the heavy armor. He stared at Sansa, someone must die here today.
Sansa did not reply immediately, but turned to look at the other mages. Seeing that they were also ready for battle, she sighed silently: "Let's do it!"
"ha!"
The exploding fireball dragged black smoke towards Geralt, and at the same time there were several chaotic magical powers attacking the consciousness of the three of them.
Menedith's hands flashed with magic light, and he cast the Dragon Skin Technique on the three of them immediately. Then he threw a magic ball at a shapechanger who was rushing towards him, locking the man holding the sword high in the air.
In situ.
"Don't move!" Sansa stretched out her left hand and pinned Geralt to the ground, who was trying to avoid him. She raised her other hand to form a ball-shaped magic shield, covering the two of them in the middle, and the battle was over.
Leave Menedith alone.
Menedith moved quickly in the training ground, his orange figure erratic, and after dodging several attacking magics, he came to the side of the immobilized mage.
This mage was tall and strong, holding a long sword and wearing heavy armor. He followed the path of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts. Menedith stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the chest of his armor, and the stainless steel armor all over his body instantly turned into brilliant gold.
"No~~" The orange light immediately covered his body. In his painful wailing, Menedith used the hands of the mage to crush the soft golden armor, and his body was crushed into a puddle.
Rotten meat.
Menedith specializes in transformation magic, and she also has the talent of shapeshifter. The two magic systems complement each other. By channeling multiple animals, she increases the magic power in her body, which also brings her transformation magic to the extreme.
With the mass immobilization technique, it would take half a minute for a mage whose magic power was not as strong as hers to break away. As a result, the fighting among the several mages in the field seemed intermittent, with a very lack of rhythm.
After a brief pause, the Midas touch can turn enemy armor and weapons into soft gold.
Without a solid defense, the mage's hands can change into various shapes, such as the claws of an eagle, the fangs of a running wolf, the palm of a giant bear, and the orange magic sometimes lengthens and sometimes shortens, quickly tearing apart several skinchangers.
.
Most of the animals brought by the shapechangers were crows flying in the sky. They were being torn apart by eagles in the sky, their wings were torn off or their feathers were plucked and they fell from the sky.
Bah! A snake head emerged from Rocco's arm, and a stream of venom spurted out from its fangs and was applied to his battle axe.
Rocco charged towards Menedith and was hit with a Holding Technique. Rocco's left hand flashed with green light, and the vines on his body also flashed. The magic was quickly broken, and a Holding Technique only stunned his charging body.
Had a meal.
The battle ax struck down, hitting Menedith hard on the shoulder. Bang! She fell to the ground and fell to the ground. If she hadn't had dragon skin to resist, her whole body would have been cut in half from the shoulder.
Menedith suffered a heavy blow and his entire left arm temporarily lost consciousness. He turned over with his right hand on the ground and quickly stepped back. As soon as he raised his head, Rocco's ax blade had already reached his neck.
Raising his hands, orange magic light poured out crazily and stuck the battle ax tightly, and a black wolf underneath him rushed over to bite his calf.
You can only increase the magic power! The mage's hand exploded, and after a burst of orange smoke, Menedith and Rocco stood looking at each other.
"Rocco, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is really difficult to deal with! Not only does he have excellent martial arts, but he also knows all kinds of magic very well, and can quickly crack each one." Menedith always thought that the shapechangers in the north were all barbarians.
The black wolf ran to the opposite side of Rocco, surrounding Menedith one after another. Rocco started to use magic again, and saw a few vines wrapped around the battle axe. The vines were entangled along the ax handle and gradually grew longer.
There was also a spike growing out of the ax blade, and the original one-handed battle ax turned into a green long-handled ax gun.
The poisonous snake in the sleeve crawled onto Rocco's arm and bit the ax gun. Gradually, the whole ax gun began to emit a faint green smoke.
Buzz~~Rocco waved the ax gun with both hands, and when the ax blade made a sound as it sliced through the air, poisonous smoke began to surround him, and he once again assumed an offensive posture.
"Ha!" Menedith shouted.
She felt that it wasn't that she couldn't defeat Rocco, but that she rarely fought against the Northern Shifters and suffered the disadvantage of not knowing their methods.
Orange magic power surged out again, this time not towards the enemy but towards herself. The smoke-like magic power quickly condensed, forming an armor like orange glass outside Menedith's body. At the same time, she held the
Holding two long swords made of magic "glass".
Armor and weapons are made of pure magic. They are light and extremely sharp. They may not be as strong as summoning weapons, but they are very suitable for women to use. Menedith, who specializes in transformation magic, has used the magic of Mage's Hand in various ways.
Plant patterns.
"Go!" Menedith stood on the spot with two swords and stabbed forward. The two long swords quickly lengthened, one stabbed at Rocco, and the other turned around in the air and stabbed at the black wolf behind him.
Seeing that she was so far away from him, Rocco launched an attack, and he was ready to resist the magic. The orange magic sword came too fast, Rocco dodged sideways, and the vine armor on his chest was also cut open.
But his black wolf was not so lucky. The skinchanger and the channeled animal could share the field of vision. When it noticed the magic coming and was about to run away, the direwolf Lady suddenly rushed over and bit her thigh, orange.
After the long sword penetrated its back, it was stirred several times before being withdrawn.
"No!" Rocco, who was halfway through the charge, suddenly covered his chest in pain. Although Werther had improved the shape-shifting technique a bit, and the death of an animal without releasing the channeling would no longer harm the soul, the pain would still spread.
To the shapeshifter.
While Rocco roared in pain, a large amount of poison was released from the ax gun, forming a poisonous mist around him.
Menedith didn't dare to get close. The two long swords in his hands turned into two palms and reached into the poisonous mist to drag Rocco out.
"Fortunately, he didn't get close." The orange magic sword was being corroded by the poisonous mist, and holes appeared one after another. Menedith looked frightened.
At this time, Sansa came over and grabbed Menedith: "The city defense troops of the Severn family are here. Rocco's toxin is very dangerous. Let's get rid of him as soon as possible."
Menedith nodded and stepped aside to help Geralt.
At this time, Rocco had recovered a little bit. Facing Sansa, he knew that there was no possibility of defeating her, so he laid the battle ax in his hand and said to Sansa: "History will remember the sacrifice of us mages! May the sacrifices of us mages be remembered!
The magic is with you!”
Sansa lowered her head, as if she was nodding or thinking deeply.
"Fus~~Ro~~Dah~!" When Sansa raised her head, a sweet cry resounded throughout Severn City.
The violent sound waves rushed towards Roko, and his poison had no effect in front of the sound waves. Roko stood upright and did not dodge, allowing the dragon's roar to wreak havoc on his body. The vine armor on his body was torn to pieces, and the steel armor was in pieces.
Broken open, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and his bones were covered with bones. He finally turned into a pile of powder and was wrapped in sound waves and flew high into the sky. Only a broken ax blade was left on the training ground to prove his existence.
"Let's go, go to the main castle to find Earl Severn, and leave this place to the city defense army." Sansa fastened her puffed hood and took the lead to walk outside the military camp.
Menedith hurriedly followed. Geralt, who was being supported, did not participate in the battle and watched from the sidelines. He always felt that something was wrong. Sansa wanted to kill Rocco in such a hurry, but Rocco obviously had the ability to escape but did so generously.