2077: V really knows how awesome he is

Halma scratched his head: "Maybe they just had an upset stomach?"

“They’re not that unlucky, and we’re not that lucky either.” Roche, with his considerable military talent, pondered carefully, “This should be an advance force. Could the Wild Hunt be trying to scout out Ciri’s location first?”

Triss shook her head: "I discussed it with the elven sage Avalak, and he said that the King of the Wild Hunt has a method to accurately sense Ciri's location without needing to conduct reconnaissance."

"So what is this unit investigating?"

Geralt suddenly spoke up: "They're checking if V is in Kaer Morhen."

"V? Is that the otherworldly king you were talking about?"

"Yes."

Why does the King of the Wild Hunt need to confirm her existence?

"Because Eredin is afraid of her."

"Even the King of the Wild Hunt is afraid?" Roche didn't believe it, and neither did anyone else. He asked with a smile, "Does this King V come to our world with a massive army?"

Geralt shook his head: "No."

"Why would the King of the Wild Hunt be afraid?"

"Because V is stronger than a thousand troops."

As the person in charge on site, Roche was somewhat dissatisfied: "White Wolf, war is a serious matter."

"I'm very serious."

"Then you shouldn't try to shake the morale of the troops with your stubbornness! War requires everyone to be willing to sacrifice their lives. An imaginary hero will only make the soldiers dependent and lose the courage to fight to the death! You said that the Wild Hunt's vanguard was to scout out whether V existed. According to your logic, now that they know V is not there, they should launch a general offensive!"

As if in response to Roche's words, before his voice had even fully faded, more than 20 portals opened simultaneously around Kaer Morhen, some outside the castle and some inside. More Wild Hunt soldiers and Frosthounds emerged, instantly wiping out the fruits of victory that had been earned through hard work.

"Damn it, there were only two teleportation portals in the woods just now!" Roche couldn't help but curse.

But now is not the time to discuss numbers.

"Lambert, stand guard at the main gate with Halma and Zoltan. The rest of you, clear a path and escort Triss to the castle tower," Geralt quickly ordered. "Triss, prepare your magic."

Everyone instantly understood Geralt's intention, and Triss was even more surprised: "You want me to bombard it again? Kaer Morhen will be destroyed along with it!"

“Then let’s blow it up.” Geralt said without hesitation, “Only you can turn this around now!”

Triss gritted her teeth, remaining silent and focusing on gathering her magical power.

In the critical moment, everyone united and fought while retreating, but the Wild Hunt army was simply too large, numbering over 200, while Geralt and his group together numbered only about ten, which was far from enough to put up a fight.

Geralt's tactics were sound, and Triss was capable of delivering the decisive blow, but tactics that cannot be executed are useless, no matter how good they are. Faced with the ever-appearing Wild Hunt army, the group was like a lone boat on the sea, with nothing to do but drift along.

Lambert and Harma were unable to establish a defensive line and could only retreat with the others. Geralt wanted to take Triss to the tower, but the Wild Hunt soldiers had them firmly trapped in the courtyard.

They were all renowned figures, each capable of defeating several Wild Hunt soldiers. However, one-on-one combat is one-on-one combat, and battlefield warfare is another. Faced with the surging enemy army, the spellcasters' accumulated mana began to deplete, and the warriors' carefully maintained weapons began to break. As another portal opened, the Wild Hunt army's navigator, the chief mage of the Elven Empire, Kalanhill, descended onto the battlefield with his staff in hand.

The witcher Eskar bravely stepped forward to fight him, and Karansil, showing great martial spirit, dismissed his guards and fought Eskar one-on-one.

Almost every mage has a heart for melee combat. The chief mage of the Elven Empire, clad in heavy armor, actually possessed considerable martial arts skills, fighting back and forth with Eskar. In the end, he successfully broke through Eskar's defense by using a small-range teleportation and struck the demon hunter in the chest with his staff.

Just as Eskar was about to be killed by Kalanhil, Ciri appeared on the battlefield with a teleport. She blocked the chief mage's fatal blow with her sword, then twisted her wrist and thrust her sword towards his neck. Kalanhil hurriedly teleported to dodge, but Ciri followed up with another teleport and struck Kalanhil's shoulder from behind.

The chief mage groaned and staggered to one knee.

Ciri's eyes sharpened, and she proudly raised her chin: "See? I can do it too!"

Kalanhill used his staff to support himself as he struggled to his feet, then gave a sinister laugh: "That monster really isn't here."

Ciri ignored him and immediately launched an attack, but as soon as she slashed down with her sword, Kalanhil vanished in a flash.

Not only the elven mages, but also the Wild Hunt soldiers and Frosthounds who were besieging the group disappeared one by one, as if they had suddenly given up the fight for some reason.

Ciri had a bad feeling, but she still helped Eskar to his feet.

“You should stay inside the castle and sit quietly,” Eskar said.

Ciri shrugged: "Really? Then who's going to save you?"

Aiskar grinned: "Alright, little girl, I owe you one."

Geralt then walked over and asked Escale, "Are you alright?"

"Even with a few broken bones, I can still fight."

"Go find the Archdruid; he can heal you."

Eskar walked towards the group.

Geralt then looked at Ciri: "You shouldn't have come here."

Ciri put her hands on her hips and said with a cocky grin, "It's too late to talk about this now."

Geralt felt a long-lost headache; a brat is a brat no matter how old he gets.

Just as he was about to say a few more words, the gates of Kaer Morhen's castle shattered with a bang, and a visible blast of frost rushed in, instantly freezing everyone in the courtyard into ice sculptures.

Geralt reacted quickly, grabbing Ciri and rolling to the side to avoid the terrible attack.

Looking up from behind their cover, they saw King Eredin of the Wild Hunt leading his army through the gate, with Chief Mage Kalanhill and Chief Warrior Illerith on either side of him.

“Daughter of Time and Space, without that monster, who else can protect you?” Eredin was confident of victory.

"Me." Geralt shielded Ciri behind him.

“Witcher, you’ve hindered me many times. Perhaps I shouldn’t have let you go in the first place.” Eredin waved his hand: “Illerith, kill him.”

The tall elf stepped forward, wielding a giant hammer, while Geralt pulled several vials of potions from his waist pocket and drank them down.

The potion entered Geralt's body through his mouth, greatly increasing his strength, but also causing him immense pain. He clenched his teeth, his skin turned pale, and his veins twisted and bulged like earthworms. He raised his head and let out a deep growl, and when he lowered his head again, his cat-like vertical pupils began to gleam.

Geralt drew his silver sword from his back, and Illeris roared. The two clashed with a thud, sparks flying from the blades and hammers, and they were evenly matched.

Illerith was still in surprise, but Geralt had already raised his silver sword and brought it down on Illerith's head. The chief warrior blocked the first blow with his hammer, but the second and third followed one after another, each one heavier and more vicious than the last. After three blows, Illerith was knocked to his knees with a thud. Geralt took the opportunity to raise his knee and smash it hard into Illerith's chin.

With a clang, Illerith was sent flying. Geralt was about to finish him off when Kalanhil launched an attack with a flash, smashing his staff into Illerith's waist, sending him flying sideways and crashing to his knees.

"Geralt!" Ciri exclaimed in alarm, drawing her sword to rush forward, but Eredin appeared from behind her in a flash and grabbed her by the neck.

"Ugh, ugh!" Ciri cried out in pain. Seeing the critical situation, Geralt pulled out a few more bottles of potions and drank them down before charging forward again.

Illeris and Karanhill stopped him at the same time.

How much toxin can your body tolerate?

Geralt replied, "Until I rescue my daughter!"

The three of them suddenly clashed, Geralt was hit repeatedly and was soon covered in wounds, but he traded his injuries for the wounds, unleashing a superb sword dance that suppressed both Illerith and Calanhild at the same time.

The chief mage was alright, just surprised. But the chief warrior was simply incredulous: "A demon hunter couldn't possibly be this strong!"

Geralt slashed his sword at his visor: "But Father can!"

Illerith screamed and staggered back, blood seeping from the gaps in his mask. Kalanhil swung his staff, but was deflected by the sword dance. Just as Geralt was about to press his advantage, Eredin suddenly appeared behind him and stabbed the Witcher in the back with his blade, which then emerged from the Witcher's chest!

"No!!!" Ciri screamed in terror, but was shoved to the ground by the Wild Hunt soldiers.

Geralt turned and forced Eredin back with a sword strike, but Calanhild struck him in the back of the knee with his staff from the side, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Both father and daughter were pinned to the ground. Their eyes met again, and Ciri was horrified to see Illerith swinging his hammer and walking towards the Witcher. Terrified, she screamed, "Get up! Geralt, get up!!!"

Geralt really wanted to stand up, but he was truly powerless to do so.

"Ciri, close your eyes..."

"No, I won't! Don't give up, Geralt, stand up!!!"

Illerith swung his hammer, and Geralt was powerless to resist.

Just as the hammer was about to fall, Ciri shouted, "I'll go with you! As long as you release these people, I'll go with you!"

Illerith looked at Eredin, who nodded.

He extended his hand to Ciri, who hesitated for a moment before finally offering her hand in return.

"Hahaha!" Eredin laughed heartily, his long-cherished wish finally fulfilled.

"Ciri, no..." Geralt managed to utter a sound with all his might.

Eric looked down at them and said casually, "Kill them."

Ciri was shocked, then furious: "You broke your promise!"

She tried to break free, but couldn't. She could only watch helplessly as Illerith grinned as he grabbed Geralt and punched the Witcher in the face again and again.

"This is in retaliation for that kick you just gave me!"

Illeris threw four punches before stopping to shake off his blood-stained fists.

Geralt lowered his head, blood dripping from his chin, and his lips moved a few times.

"What? What are you saying?"

Illeris leaned closer to listen.

Geralt mumbled incoherently, "You... your fists are so weak... do you have a sore foreskin...?"

Enraged, Illerith swung his hammer at Geralt's head. Ciri was so terrified she stopped breathing, but the next second, a bolt of lightning struck Illerith in the chest, blasting him to pieces with a deafening roar.

Ciri was stunned, Karanhill was stunned, Eredin was stunned, but Geralt was not stunned, because he was blown away by the blast and was dizzy from the fall.

In the end, it was the chief mage who came to his senses first. He looked up at the sky from which the "lightning" had come and saw a griffin flying in from afar, with a figure vaguely sitting on the griffin.

"Could it be?" Carlsilan exclaimed in disbelief.

Ciri was overjoyed: "V!!!"

Eredin shuddered and immediately ordered, "The entire army must retreat!"

"Withdraw? You bullied my people while I was away? Withdraw your mother!"

V leaped off the griffin's back, simultaneously activating Berserk and S'anwistan in mid-air. The group from Kaer Morhen, who had just regained their freedom from the frost magic, witnessed a horrific scene—in an instant, the Wild Hunt army that had driven them to their doom all had their heads explode, dead beyond any doubt.

This also included Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, as if in the face of this suddenly appearing woman, there was no difference between king and soldier.

"This is...V?"

This is indeed V.

She had gone to great lengths to find her way to Kaer Morhen, even going so far as to win a griffon. She was just about to complain to Ciri and ask for some after-sales service regarding the time travel issue when Ciri found her holding a bloodied and bruised person, crying out in anguish:

Geralt is dead...

Chapter 134 Starting with a Hand of Cards

Everyone gathered before Geralt's body, their faces filled with grief.

Triss was sobbing uncontrollably and needed Ciri's support to stand up.

Vesemir sighed, "I should be the one who dies."

Lambert and Escal bowed their heads in mourning: "Brother, may you rest in peace."

Leo, the Snake Witcher, said gravely, "The White Wolf fought to the very last moment."

Roche sighed, "Another good person has been lost in the world."

Archdruid Mossak: "May the spirits of the plants protect his soul, so that he may never suffer pain and harm again."

Halma and his two companions pounded their chests and sang a mournful war song.

The dwarf Zoltan sighed, "My next wine will be named after the White Wolf."

Ok?

V couldn't help but look over. Could this dwarf also be a fellow native of Night City?

At this moment, Ciri said to everyone, "I want to give Geralt a funeral so that he can leave with dignity."

Everyone nodded in agreement, while V was somewhat speechless: "No, you're just giving up like this? You're not planning to try to save Geralt anymore?"

Ciri shook her head and said, "V, Geralt's heart has stopped beating."

“Heart stopping is heart stopping, and death is death. Although it’s the same thing for ordinary people, Geralt is not an ordinary person.” V had seen the Witcher’s physical examination report and was very clear about the strength of his organs. She had originally planned to buy the mutation formula from Geralt, which was the specific content and process of the Grass Trial, but then she thought that no matter how strong the original organs were, they could not compare to a single hair of artificial organs, so she gave up.

The reason for abandoning the project wasn't because the product was bad, but because Night City had better products. However, in this small world, the Witcher's physical abilities are definitely top-notch, making him incredibly powerful.

Seeing V's serious expression, Ciri felt a sudden glimmer of hope. She grabbed V tightly, her voice trembling, and asked, "Can you really save Geralt?"