The Witcher: Darkness Falls

“Fifty years? Fifty years are you so scared?” Leon looked at Stregobor in disbelief.

He thought this guy would only live for a few years, but he actually lived for another fifty years.

Damn, is this guy so cowardly?

Stregobor said as a matter of course: "Is fifty years a long time? Leon, when you live long enough, you will find that fifty years is very short, just a blink of an eye."

Leon remained noncommittal. Fifty years was a very long time span for most races, even for the elves. A lot could change in fifty years, so how could it feel like the blink of an eye?

Stregobor begged, "Leon, you have no use for the mutation potion anyway, so just give it to me. I can buy it with money, or take magic items and some rare materials. What do you think? I have a lot of things that I'm sure you'll be interested in."

Now that Stregobor had said so, Leon began to think seriously.

Indeed, he had memorized the formula of the mutation potion long ago, and he had no intention of creating a demon hunter, as it would be a waste of time.

Then this thing is useless to him.

But he could exchange some useful things with Stregobor.

Stregobor looked at him expectantly. Leon pondered for a moment and suddenly asked, "Do you have any demon-blocking metal?"

Stregobor was instantly alert and immediately asked, "What do you want with this?"

Leon said as a matter of course: "Of course it is used when dealing with magical creatures. The magic blocking gold can block the conversion of magic, and its restraining effect on magical creatures is far better than the special sword oil. In this way, I don't have to prepare a large amount of sword oil every time, and sometimes it may not be useful."

Stregobor shook his head and said, "No, this one is too dangerous. Let's change it. I can give you a magic sword forged by the elves. It will definitely be useful."

Leon shook his head and said, “No, I want this one. You can exchange it for this one, or both.”

A magic sword forged by the elves?

Those were things from many years ago!

He learned from his dwarf friends that, apart from the weapons forged by the dwarves which were still being updated and circulated in the world, very few weapons of the elves had left Dol Bretanna.

In this world, there are two peaks in weapon forging, one is the dwarves and the other is the elves.

Dwarves are not bound by those restrictions. Many of them leave their hometown of Mahakam and live in various cities.

It is also because of this that dwarven weapons are found all over the world and are extremely cost-effective.

But elves are different. Purebred elves are very proud and value their bloodline. Most of them live in Dol Bretanner, also known as the Valley of Flowers, at the foot of the Blue Mountains, or live with the tree spirits in Brokilon.

They regard humans as an inferior race, look down on them and are unwilling to coexist with them.

Most of the elves in the world are half-elves or half-blood elves. It is impossible to expect them to spread the elves' forging technology throughout the world.

Therefore, for weapons of the same quality, the price of the elves is often three or four times higher than that of the dwarves.

Therefore, the weapons of the elves are difficult to identify due to their small circulation, and it is easy to buy elven weapons from the last century.

In the words of his dwarf friend, as long as this damn society continues to progress, new technology will inevitably surpass old technology, and there will be no situation where ancient weapons crush modern weapons.

When this happens, it means that the civilization has been interrupted or even started over again.

It is like the sewer system in human cities. In the eyes of humans, the sewers built by elves and dwarves hundreds of years ago are still very advanced, but compared with Mahakam, they are already backward.

The architectural techniques of dwarves and elves have not yet been fully mastered by humans.

The same applies to weapons.

When Stregobor asked him to exchange it for a magic sword forged by the elves, his first reaction was that this thing was outdated.

However, to be on the safe side, he still asked about the forging time of the magic sword.

"Well, the fifties of the last era," said Stregobor.

Sure enough, Leon thought to himself, the greatest value of things from the last century is to be put in museums for people to appreciate.

Leon shook his head and said, "Demon Blocking Gold, I'm only interested in this, you can talk to me after you've made up your mind."

Stregobor was silent, thinking.

Leon was not in a hurry either, he drank his wine silently.

The wine tasted pretty good and it was free.

Stregobor looked at Leon and said solemnly, "Do you promise that you will only forge weapons? Not for any other use?"

Leon immediately said: "I promise, I swear in the name of the demon hunter."

Stregobor sighed and said, "Don't expect me to have much. This thing is hard to find. Just wait."

Stregobor picked up the staff beside him and began to chant a spell.

As his voice rang out, the crystal on the top of his staff began to flicker slowly.

Then, Stregobor picked up his staff and drew a circle in front of him with the crystal.

The next moment, a pale golden halo appeared in the space in front of them.

Stregobor reached in and fumbled around for a while, then pulled out a palm-sized brown box.

"Demon-blocking metal is very rare. This is the only piece I have. You can take it."

Leon took it and opened the box.

There was only an irregular piece of blue metal lying in the box. The color of the metal was very beautiful and it felt cool to the touch, no different from ordinary metal.

"No, don't let it get close to me, Leon. If you hold a weapon made of stunmetal, then all your signs will be unusable, even potions will be ineffective or even turn into poison, do you understand? You'd better find a way to create a scabbard to isolate it." Stregobor said unnaturally.

Leon closed the box and put it in his bag.

"Can you give me the formula for the mutagenic potion?" Stregobor urged.

Leon took out a ten-centimeter-wide parchment scroll from his bag. Stregobor couldn't wait to take it and unfold it. The parchment scroll was more than thirty centimeters long.

"This is the potion he made, and this is what I drank in the end." Leon said.

"Thank you very much!" Stregobor excitedly put away his things and couldn't wait to leave.

But Leon stopped him and told him what happened yesterday evening.

"You mean, when the celestial spheres intersected, monsters escaped from another world? And you let a few of them escape?" Stregobor frowned.

"Correction, I didn't let them run away, I just couldn't catch up." Leon said, "Have you seen those monsters?"

Stregobor shook his head slowly and said, “No, I’ve never seen anything like that before. A talking humanoid lizard monster, or a monster wizard who can do magic. They all sound like man-made monsters.

Leon, are you sure you came from another world and not from somewhere else?"

Leon nodded and confirmed: "It's another world. Their world looks like a scorched earth. The monster wizard seems to be the leader, and the rest are soldiers.

The monster soldiers are very strong, almost as strong as I am. Their blood is green and has a foul odor.

If you kill them, they will instantly turn to stone, and soon after, they will turn to ash.”

Stregobor took a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn.

"Is it troublesome?" Leon asked.

Stregobor nodded and said, "It's very troublesome. According to my calculations, the celestial conjunction event last night lasted for a very short time. Even if we establish connections with other worlds, it shouldn't break the world barriers.

But the world you are looking at is not fake, and there are really monsters running out. If you want to know more, I'm afraid you must catch those escaped monsters."

Stregobor stood up, looking anxious.

"Leon, I need to contact the Wizarding Association to see if the same situation has occurred in other places. I hope it's not the worst!

Go do your work, and remember the full moon night in five days, don’t forget it.”

Stregobor walked away before he could finish his words, looking too agile to be an old man.

However, his abnormal behavior made Lyon feel uneasy.