The Witcher: Darkness Falls

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Even a steel sword forged with demon-blocking metal would be useless before Stregobor set up a magic barrier, except for creating a magical ripple.

Lyon's special steel sword was blocked three centimeters away from the iron gate and could no longer fall.

"Is this okay?" Leon asked.

Zivar thought for a moment and said, "A little harder."

Lyon slashed again.

Still failed to break through the magic barrier.

But the effect was achieved.

I saw a small window on the top of the tower suddenly opened, and then a very young head popped out.

A boy with short orange hair, a round face and blue eyes.

"Who is attacking the weather tower! Do you know whose territory this is?" A childish voice sounded.

Zivar raised his eyebrows, looked at Leon and asked, "Is this the high-level wizard you mentioned? I can't believe he's so young!"

"No, it's not him!" Leon explained. He put away his special steel sword, looked up and shouted at the little boy, "My name is Leon, I'm a demon hunter. I heard that Stregobor lives here. I'm his friend. I have something to do with him. Isn't he at home?"

Leon quickly revealed his identity.

The little boy showed a puzzled expression: "What is a witcher? Who is Stregobor?"

"Monster Hunter is not a thing, it's a profession." Leon remembered that the other party changed his name when he was in Nilfgaard, "Bourne! Stregobor is Bourne's magic consultant!"

The little boy showed a surprised expression and said, "He's not here! He said he had something to do in Sintra.

If you want to find him, you can either go to Sintra or wait, but I don’t know how long you have to wait.”

Leon was stunned. This guy ran so fast. He went to Sintra!

It seemed that after I told him about the intersection of the celestial spheres last time, and after seeing Camaro's methods, this guy has been looking worried.

"We can't wait, and we can't go to Cintra!" Zival said in a deep voice, "Do you know any other wizards?"

Leon shook his head. He did know someone, but he had only met him once.

Not to mention whether the other party still remembers him, he doesn't even know where the other party is now.

"Don't attack the weather tower again. Since you are friends with the teacher, I won't bother with you this time.

But if you do it again, I will call the guards and put you in jail!" the little boy shouted, and was about to close the window.

"Wait a minute!" Leon shouted immediately, "Who are you? Why are you in the weather tower in Bourne?"

The little boy raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "I am a student of Bourne's magic consultant!"

"Are you a wizard too?" Zival asked immediately.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, then nodded and said, "Yes! I am!"

However, he sounded a little guilty about it, but he still insisted that it was true.

"Our friend has been poisoned and needs a magic potion to be cured. We are here to ask your teacher for help.

You are a wizard, can you help my friend? He is dying!" Zival shouted hurriedly.

The little boy's eyes lit up, but he was still a little hesitant.

"Please help us, Master Wizard, we can exchange things with you as long as we have them!" Zival shouted.

Hearing this, the little boy became happy and immediately shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Then he closed the window, and after a while the door at the bottom of the tower opened.

A little boy, about 1.5 meters tall and looking only about ten years old, ran out.

"I was mistaken, he is only ten years old! Not a wizard, not even an apprentice!" Zival exclaimed.

Lyon also agreed with Zivar's statement. This little guy was probably not even an apprentice.

"Come in, where are your friends?" the little boy asked as he opened the iron door.

"In the carriage!" said Zival. "He is in a coma."

Although the other party did not look like a wizard, they had no other choice.

"What are you waiting for? Come in!" the little boy shouted eagerly and made way for them.

Zival glanced at Lyon, who nodded, so the dwarf had to drive the carriage into the yard.

Leon walked in with his horse, and he couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure you are a wizard?"

"Sure!" the little boy said confidently, puffing out his chest.

Leon looked up and down at the little guy in front of him.

He was wearing a black wizard cloak tied around his waist with a white rope.

Orange hair, blue eyes, and freckles on both sides of her nose.

"Then feel this." Leon handed over the special steel sword.

The little boy was a little confused, but he did as he was told.

"Wow, what a beautiful sword!" He held the special steel sword in both hands, but it was a bit difficult.

Jekara put a lot of effort into forging this sword, and it is not light at all for a ten-year-old boy.

"Is this a gift for meeting you?" the little boy asked excitedly, looking up.

"No, this is the gift." Leon took out a dried bird claw from his bag.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart, this little guy was indeed lying.

"What is this?" The little boy looked disgusted.

"Owl's claws, don't wizards like this?" Leon asked back.

"Um... yes! I like it very much, thank you for your gift!" The little boy quickly changed his expression and reluctantly returned the special steel sword to Leon.

Leon looked at the other person's disappointed expression and thought to himself, "When you become a real wizard, you will definitely want to stay away from this thing."

The little boy put away his owl claws and trotted off to lead Zivar.

He opened the tower door and asked Zival and Leon to carry Retak into the tower.

"Oh my God! Your friend is very sick!" The little boy exclaimed when he saw Retak's appearance.

At this time he became panic-stricken, his face fell and he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry... I... I'm afraid I can't save him!" the little boy shouted hurriedly, his voice filled with tears.

"Aren't you a wizard? Are you deceiving us?" Zival suddenly asked in a harsh voice, his expression becoming ferocious.

This frightened the little boy so much that he stepped back, crying, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't know it was so serious! I'm just an apprentice and I want to be a wizard! I... I..."

"Okay, stop scaring him." Lyon stepped forward and said at the right time.

Zivar immediately put away his fierce expression and sighed.

He knew, of course, that the little boy was deceiving him, and he just wanted to teach him a lesson.

This time I met them, what if I meet someone else next time?

"We know you're not a wizard." Leon put his hands on the boy's shoulders and comforted him, "But listen, you saw my friend, he's dying.

Although you are not a wizard, you should be a student of Stregobor. Do you know other wizards?"

The little boy shook his head with tears on his face and said, "I am not qualified to meet other wizards. I am not even an apprentice. I have not yet learned how to meditate."

Zivar looked at Leon worriedly and asked, "What should we do Leon?"

Leon turned his head and looked at Retak, who was lying on the bed breathing weakly, and asked after a moment of silence: “Your teacher asked you to guard the weather tower alone, he must have left you a contact number, right?

For example, if something urgent happens, who should you contact, or should you contact him? "

The little boy woke up as if from a dream and said quickly: "Yes! Yes! Yes, wait a minute, I'll be back soon!"

As he said this, he climbed up the spiral staircase of the tower.