Several powerful shapeshifter mages walked to the sidelines and sprinkled a few seeds on the ground. The vines quickly grew directly on the stone floor. The vines intertwined with each other and soon formed a circular fence. The vines
It can protect the audience's vision, and two people who can touch it in the weak green light field above can also get treatment.
Melee mage versus melee mage, Robb versus Geralt, Ice versus Siren, the onlookers used their magic to ensure the safety of both of them, and they all placed bets and waited for the fight to begin.
Werther was more looking forward to how the father-son game would end between them. Will Robb show off as the winner and say that Geralt doesn't know how high the world is? Or would Geralt win and taunt Robb.
The two of them did not choose to wear the armor provided by Ed. After Witte shouted to start, a lot of cold air emitted from their bodies at the same time, and they put on the frost armor at the same time. However, the expected fierce battle did not happen immediately.
start.
Geralt knew Robb's character, and since he was young, he would definitely not be the first to attack. He untied the small leather bag on his waist and took out a small glass bottle, opened the cap and drank it.
Holding the sword across his shoulders with both hands, the tip of the sword pointed towards the enemy, Robb took an offensive or defensive posture and retracted his movements when he saw Geralt drink the potion. Thinking of Werther's instructions, Robb also took out the potion from his waist and drank it.
Down.
"Robb has suffered the consequences." Bran did not go to watch, but walked not far away from Werther, with his hands folded across his chest, as if he was in control.
"Can't Robb beat Geralt?" Rickon excitedly grabbed his brother Bran's arm and shook it hard. Bran sometimes spoke accurately, but Rickon was worried that Robb would make a fool of himself.
Rickon is one year older than Geralt. He has several brothers and sisters and he doesn't have to worry about family affairs. Caitlin protects him very well. Until now, his behavior and personality are still like a child.
"Is there any need to guess? Duke Werther said that the two of them use the same type of magic. How many bottles of potions did Geralt drink?"
Bran's shapeshifting has been mutated recently, and sometimes his vision can break away from his body and the direwolf, which makes him a little troubled. When he asked Duke Werther why, he got an answer that said it was a talent and he should continue to study it.
In the field, Robb experienced changes visible to the naked eye after drinking the potion.
The standard potion formulas all come from Werther. Only the user knows how much of each material is used, or what kind of hard work is added to it. This is also one of the biggest variables in Robb's school.
The blood in Robb's body was flowing faster, and the black veins bulging around his neck and eyes proved that he was in an extremely excited state. Geralt's appearance showed no change, and the two of them drank different potions.
Robb raised his giant sword again and was about to start fighting, but Geralt on the opposite side took out a bottle of potion from his waist and drank it.
Gudong~ Gudong~ Geralt wiped his mouth with his sleeve after drinking.
"Raise your sword!" Robb waved the ice in his hand like a sword flower and changed into a fighting stance.
The contest had officially begun. Geralt's Siren Sword was still stuck on his waist. He ignored Robb's words and took out a bottle of potion from his waist to drink.
"Battles won with potions count as a magician's record?"
"Why doesn't it count! Isn't alchemy magic?"
"Do you want to fight with just potions and alchemy?"
"What's wrong with this? My son will only learn alchemy!"
The audience also started talking.
Geralt drank three bottles of alchemy potion and did not stop until he drank the fifth bottle.
"Whether you're done or not, why don't you fight?" Robb roared angrily.
Robb's exposed skin became red, and the veins popped out as if he was irritated. He kept drawing circles on the floor with his ice sword, making a very harsh sound. In fact, Robb was very calm at this time.
His very deceptive appearance has deceived many enemies, and they were killed by him after they relaxed their vigilance.
"This is the last bottle." Geralt said, holding a bottle of light green potion in his hand.
The bottle of the medicine is only as big as a little finger. You can drink several bottles without feeling bloated. It just depends on whether the body of the person who drinks it can bear it.
Putting the empty medicine bottle back into his belt, Geralt pulled out the Siren Sword and looked at Robb: "Contrary to what you think, I respect this competition very much, so I used all my strength from the beginning.
This is also the second time I have done this.”
Raising his sword with one hand and pointing it at Robb, Geralt smiled slightly.
Now~~a thin blue current emitted from his hand and flew towards Robb in the direction pointed by the sword.
At this time, Robb's eyes were strengthened by the potion, and his reaction speed and strength were much higher than those of normal people. Not even the movement of a hair on Geralt's body could escape his observation. When Geralt accumulated magic power, Robb observed it.
Subtle changes in his arm muscles.
The magic output was not much, so there was no need to dodge. Robb made a quick judgment. He held the ice in his hand upside down in front of him and touched the ground with the tip of the sword. The wide sword body blocked the current, and the flying blue current
He followed the giant sword and disappeared into the floor.
"Drinking six bottles of potion in a row, is this your all-out effort?" Robb taunted. Talking and disturbing people's minds is also a skill that a northern knight must have.
Robb said this, and the other person was not drinking plain water. He knew that what was coming next would definitely not be easy. He mobilized all the magic power in his body to prepare for any response at any time, and the toes of his right foot began to tap the floor rhythmically.
"This is my last long-range magic, and it will be gone after that." As soon as Geralt finished speaking, his body leaned forward, and when he was about to fall to the ground, his legs bounced, and he flew towards Robb close to the ground at an amazing speed.
quick.
Ah~~~ Geralt stabbed out with his sword, and the scream like a female ghost's scream resounded through the hall, and the harsh sound seemed to penetrate into everyone's brain.
Caitlin, Saran and others who did not know magic covered their ears. They had unbearable headaches and wanted to vomit. The magic power in the mages' bodies vibrated uncontrollably with the screams. It was enough to experience this feeling once.
After some mages stabilized their magic power, they quickly arranged a silent circle around the venue to isolate most of the sounds.
Facing the stabbing attack, Robb took a step sideways and swung his giant sword to hit the Siren Sword accurately. The huge force caused Geralt's body to tilt. Before he could stand still, the giant sword drew ice in the air.
A circle and a sweep.
Unexpectedly, Robb, who was wielding a giant sword, would swing it so fast. Geralt raised the sword in front of his chest, blocked the blow and then retreated.
Hey! Hey! The sound of the two Valyrian steel swords colliding was originally crisp and clean. The sound could resound throughout the battlefield and was praised by countless knights. Now the sound of the ice and the sea monster colliding is extremely unpleasant and harsh!
"Your sword is not as fast as Jon's!"
He has great experience in dealing with the fast sword Robb, and his Jon has experienced many years of brutal sparring under the supervision of Werther.
In order to maintain viewing pleasure, the silence arranged by the mages did not completely isolate the sound. Geralt's shout, the scream of the Siren Sword and the sound of the two swords clashing together, although they did not hurt Robb, they caused Geralt's
The attack is full of momentum.
At first, Robb could easily defend and retaliate. Gradually, he found that the force on Geralt's sword was getting stronger and stronger, and the speed of the attack was also accelerating. Electric sparks even appeared from time to time on the Siren Sword.
As the medicine gradually took effect, Geralt's body also began to change.
The limbs became thicker, the thin chest was filled with muscles, and the blood vessels bulged like Robb. Strangely, through the skin, the blood inside could be seen to be green.
Just when the two swords collided, Geralt's body transformed into a muscular man at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Woo~~ A sweeping blow and the two swords collided, and Robb was knocked into the air.
"Roar!" After a successful blow, Geralt raised his arms and roared excitedly, tearing off his upper body clothes.
The tall, muscular man had green blood vessels protruding from his body. He had white hair and red eyes. He was holding a black sword and staring at Robb with a smile on his face: "I look handsome, don't I?"
Twisting his body in the air, Robb landed smoothly and stood firm, only to feel a burning pain from the tiger's mouth in his hand.
He looked at Werther in disbelief. The meaning was self-evident. How could Tyrosh come up with such a thing after years of studying magic?