People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 452 Kaer Morhen
The blood seeped into the surface and disappeared quickly.

A small bat with a tuft of white hair on its chest and eye-catching red blood lines on its wings is lying in a huge blood pool, slowly absorbing the blood energy and storing it for use next time. battle.

If you look at it with spiritual vision, you will find that the magic circle composed of blood magic is forming a huge network, absorbing the essence of every drop of blood spilled in this cruel war into the center of the circle.

Under normal circumstances, the blood that should have coagulated long ago is still alive at this time.

Coors, who was wearing a black robe, suddenly appeared: "Miss, you haven't shown up much these days, and you haven't even been to Miss Cellinina's place. Do you want to tell the adults? He will definitely be anxious. .”

"Forget it, Coors."

"Just like you did before, not everything needs to be reported to adults."

The little bat turned into a human form and wandered in the blood. The milky white skin formed a sharp contrast with the blood. It was weird, terrifying, and somewhat strangely beautiful.

When Coors dealt with the rebels in the territory before, he went on a massacre and almost wiped out all those who had hidden evil intentions. The Transjordan Border Region was able to exert such a terrifying mobilization ability in this war. Compared with this time, " The Great Purge” is not unrelated.

When Lothar came back and heard about it, she just said "hmm" noncommittally and stopped paying attention.

Coors smiled helplessly: "This is different. If you tell me directly, the adults will agree to you."

"The stupid big man didn't absorb the souls of these people, Kors. She is very smart. Although she rarely speaks, she knows that adults don't like this kind of 'last resort' approach."

She lowered her head and raised an arm, blood dripping from her fingertips: "I used to be the main force, but now, I have been reduced to the role of soy sauce in every battle, no matter how prepared I am, how can this happen?" Can you make people happy?"

"I'm not a fool like Hans who feels satisfied just doing some trivial chores every day."

Coors was silent for a while.

Fringilla was a little embarrassed and said: "Ah, Kors, I'm not talking about you. You have done much more than Hans. He is only responsible for a knighthood that the Lord does not want, but you have to coordinate all the knights under the Lord's command. army."

Kors smiled: "Miss, you are much more talkative than before."

midnight.

An oil lamp burned on the table.

Manuscript papers waiting to be dried covered the table.

Next to it is a tall pile of "new books" that have been stacked together.

Prajna held a quill in his hand. After trimming the blunt tip with a carving knife, he dipped it in the funnel-shaped ink bottle next to it again, took it out and continued to write the story on the white paper.

Even for Prajna himself, The Demon Hunter is a pretty exciting story.

She sometimes imagined what life would be like if she were in the world of a witcher.

This kind of imagination is often accompanied by a person.

There was a rustling sound outside the door. Lothar took off his coat, took off his boots outside the tent, stepped on the blanket, came to the back of Prajna, reached out and touched her shoulders: "Have you been writing all day?"

"Um"

"You just took a shower."

Not a question, but a statement.

"Well, I drank some wine at night and sweated a little without you around, so I took a shower before coming back."

Lothar's strength has been improved now, so Prajna no longer needs to guard him all the time. There is no need to worry that Lothar will be captured after just a few encounters, and he won't even wait for them to support him.

She turned back and stared into Lothar's eyes.

A pair of eyes as calm as water made Lothar feel weak in her heart.

"Forget it, I didn't come back with the smell of another woman, I won't blame you."

Lothar smiled and didn't answer. With Prajna's intelligence, she might have noticed the clues between him and Jeanne a long time ago, but she probably didn't know when they got together.

She stood up and blew out the lamp on the table.

She stepped on the soft cashmere carpet, her movements were light and elegant, and her jade-like feet were looming under the white silk dress. This was a style of underwear commonly used by aristocratic women in this era.

"Go to sleep."

She turned around, her black eyes were calm and unrippled.

"okay."

Lothar lay on the couch, held Prajna's hand, and touched every knuckle of her. Her body got closer and closer, and her breath made Prajna's ears itch.

She turned around and stared at Lothar for a long time before she said, "I thought you had all your fun."

The biggest difference between Prajna and Jeanne is that he won't focus on his omissions and mention them over and over again - if it were Jeanne, he would definitely say at this moment, "Don't use the idea that you have just entered another woman's body." Something to rub against me" is extremely embarrassing.

"Go to sleep, I will take you to a good place."

"Sleep" versus "Go to a nice place?"

Lothar was confused for a moment about what Prajna meant.

But after looking into Prajna's calm eyes for a long time, his mood gradually calmed down. After Prajna closed his eyes, he felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him and closed his eyes.

In a daze, he heard the sound of howling cold wind passing through the dilapidated castle.

Open your eyes again.A vast expanse of white.

It was a piece of snow-capped mountains, with goshawks soaring among the mountains. At his feet was an abyss. He was standing on the wall of a dilapidated castle built on the mountain.

There are weeds growing wildly between the cracks in the walls.

The broken bricks and stones scattered on the ground prove that this castle has not been repaired for countless years.

The mottled stone walls have been weathered by wind and sun, and it seems that large swathes of wall skin will fall off with just a light touch.

"Where is this?"

Lothar couldn't come back to her senses.

"Stand there and don't move!"

Behind him, a man's hoarse voice suddenly came.

Of course Lothar will not be obedient. After improving his strength, he is now determined to defend his personal safety, instead of delaying time and waiting for rescue when facing a strong enemy.

The cross sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a clang it blocked the long sword that the man had struck at because of his little movement.

The two quickly distanced themselves.

Although the confrontation was only for a brief moment, the two immediately realized that the other was a rare master of swordsmanship.

Lothar's eyes widened. The man in front of him had white hair, blond hair, cat-like vertical pupils, and was carrying two sword scabbards - isn't this Geralt?

"who are you?"

Lothar smiled bitterly and said: "If I say that this is a misunderstanding, can we not fight?"

At this point, he couldn't guess who was responsible.

It turns out that Prajna also has this little temper.

"What do you say?"

Geralt had a sword flower on his arm. As the number one swordsman in the north, his swordsmanship, even though Lothar had the "specialized swordsmanship" that came with the shining cross sword, was still inferior to his opponent.

This is the difference between an expert and a master.

"This is Kaer Morhen, right? The home of the Wolf witchers?"

"You worked so hard to find this place, do you still need to ask me where this is?"

Lothar originally wanted to explain, but soon realized that this might be an excellent place to hone his martial arts. Although Hans was also a good sparring partner, he was too understanding of the world.

In front of him, Hans never tried his best.

As for Cellinina, the gap in strength between her and him was really too big.

Therefore, he closed his mouth and made a "bull gesture" with his hands above his head and his sword pointed at the opponent's front door. This hand gesture is flexible and versatile. It can be used to stab, slash, retreat, block, and counterattack. system.

The demon hunter on the opposite side raises his sword, holds the sword in both hands, and raises it above his head. This is the "top position" move. It seems to be wide open and full of loopholes, but in fact, it can change the move into a bull move at any time, and the momentum of the attack is more fierce. .

The two of them were moving, as if dancing in an invisible circle, but in fact every step contained hidden murderous intent. As long as the other party showed a slight flaw, a violent attack would follow.

Lothar finally couldn't hold it any longer and took the lead.

His movements were extremely fast. The blood waterfall was activated. With nearly 150 points of strength and [-] points of agility, the tip of his sword was close to Geralt's face in just an instant.

Geralt took advantage of the situation and slashed his sword down. He was the last one to hit Lothar's sword, and he struck Lothar's chest with an elbow. The moment he pulled away from the distance, he lifted his sword. Flirting on the sword.

Lothar hurriedly raised his sword to block, and had to take several steps back to distance himself.

After just a short round of fighting, Lothar showed a solemn expression: "He is worthy of being the best swordsman in the north!"

This sword skill is definitely honed through countless life and death fights. In this aspect, Lothar is far inferior to his opponent.

"Who the hell are you?"

Geralt frowned. He could feel the strong aura of danger coming from this uninvited guest, but the opponent's swordsmanship was obviously not enough to bring him such a threat. He must have some other trump card.

"I"

Lothar didn't know how to describe his identity, so he just raised his sword and repositioned himself in the Fool's pose, holding the sword with both hands and pointing diagonally at the ground in front of him: "Let's have a fight first. After the fight, let's sit down and have a good chat. Let’s talk.”

Geralt reminded: "You will die by my sword."

Lothar said firmly: "I don't know how to do it. Even if I use your seal, I know more things than you think - do you remember Saskia? The female dragon that turned into a human form, I and I She’s pretty much it.”

Geralt looked at Lothar with an unusual expression. Is this guy also a dragon?
In order to dispel Geralt's concerns, Lothar briefly released his dragon power, and the shadow of an illusory dragon flashed from his body.

Black dragon?
It seems that the myths and legends are wrong. In this world, not only golden dragons have the ability to transform into human forms.

"Then, be careful."

The number one swordsman in the north, under the pressure from Lothar, finally decided to show his full strength.

(End of this chapter)