Many years later, if you have to choose which moment is the most embarrassing, painful, and unforgettable in life. The masters of the Wolf School, including Vesemir, must have something to say. "You... what are you doing?" The cold female voice was not loud, but it directly drowned out the noisy frog croaking. The moment the question was asked. There was a dead silence at the Killer Lake. "Chirp~" The birds in the sky landed on the tree and looked at this scene curiously. Embarrassing! This is really... too embarrassing!
When everyone was practicing the Ice Spear Spell just now, they just thought it was a normal seal. After all, everyone was practicing, and "quack quack" still felt mysterious. Once an outsider asked a sincere question, it was as if the clothes were stripped off, and they were ashamed. What's more embarrassing is that the person is a respected sorceress. And the sorceress has a wide network of contacts... "What's wrong?" The chief also walked out of the portal. As soon as he looked up, he saw the masters of the school standing there motionless like sculptures. "Huh~" "I... we were just practicing the Ice Spear Spell." The gray-haired old witcher master White let out a long breath and stood up, replying stiffly. It was just unknown whether he was answering the sorceress's question or the chief's question. The chief was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and touched the short beard on his chin, and a curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, as the chief of the Wolf School, he was very powerful and had a strong associative ability. The sorceress looked as if nothing had happened and had not heard anything, and asked curiously: "Oh, is it the spell created by Aylin?" "Can you show it to me?" The witcher masters looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief, and all looked at Vesemir. After all.
He was the only one here who could use this seal. Vesemir had no choice but to open and close his mouth several times before he could successfully operate the magic. "Quack~Quack~Quack..." The low and clear spell, accompanied by the sound of birds singing in the tree, was particularly strange. Especially for Vesemir... Soon, the spell stopped. A "small" ice spear appeared in Vesemir's hand again. Then it pierced the birch tree again. Vera nodded slightly, glanced at the other witcher masters, and suddenly said to herself: "Whether it is a sign or a spell, chanting spells is to attract elements to gather and assist in the arrangement of elements..." "So the important thing is not the pronunciation, but the melody..." Several witcher masters were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that they were being reminded, and they were stunned for a few seconds in disbelief. The bloody red fox, who was famous in the warlock world for his irritability and impatience, and was even reluctant to teach his own apprentices, was actually teaching them these witcher spells? In a flash, several witcher masters glanced at the chief not far away. The chief really reconciled with Ms. Vera! After they nodded their thanks to the sorceress, they asked their own questions. Soon, the sound of frogs rang out again by the Killer Lake. But this time it was much more regular. Looking at the sorceress who came over after giving instructions, the chief said softly: "Wei, thank you for being willing..." The sorceress waved her hand expressionlessly, interrupting the chief's words, and said: "Don't be self-indulgent, I didn't help them because of you." The chief shook his head helplessly, hesitated for a while, tilted his head to look at the demon hunter master by the lake, and then looked at the sorceress. "Snap~" With a snap of his fingers, the light red soundproof shield rose. "Tell me, what's the matter?" Vera said directly. The chief slowly walked to the sorceress, carefully choosing his words, and said: "Wei, the child of miracle has been reborn from death for a long time..."
"That prophecy is correct, and what we did at the beginning was also correct, why can't we reconcile?" "So many years have passed, I haven't looked for other women, and you have always been chaste, you should also be like this to me..." Looking at the witcher whose tone was getting more and more excited, and whose emotions were so hot that they seemed to burn her, the sorceress took a step back somewhat uncomfortably. This step also interrupted the witcher's sincere emotional expression. He looked at Vera with disappointment, and looked up at the top of the towering blue mountain. There were few people there, and the snow never melted all year round, just like the heart of the person in front of him. He could never understand it, and could never get close to it. Sometimes he even doubted... Would the good times he spent with her in the long past be just a dream when he was tired of bloody hunting. The sorceress read the witcher's heart. While his eyes were still on the distant mountains, she stared at him for a few seconds. His expression returned to indifference, as if the gaze just now was just an illusion. "Wait until you can get through this level, then we can talk..." The Demon Hunter suddenly lowered his head and asked in disbelief: "Wei...what did you just say?" The sorceress sighed, looked at the silly expectant smile on the Demon Hunter's face, and did not repeat it, but said in a rare gentle voice: "Soy Henrietta, if you can break the fate of the destruction of the Ancient Sea Fortress, I will promise you..." "If not..." "On the day Kaer Morhen is destroyed, whether you or Arryn are willing or not, I will take him away." The witcher was not sad because of the sorceress's euphemistic refusal, but made a joke: "Don't you plan to take me with you?" "Will you go with us?" the sorceress asked back. The witcher looked at the serious expression on the sorceress's face, and after a moment of hesitation, his heart warmed. Then he sighed and did not answer the question. The sorceress did not speak again. She knew that if that day really came. He would only wield the silver sword and the steel sword, shout glory, and die happily. He is such a fool.
As the eldest son of the family, he was fooled a few times and abandoned his title and plunged into pain and fighting day after day. The witcher was torn apart, but he still fantasized about sticking to principles and returning to the road of glory. He even thought that all this was fate. He is the son of destiny, and as long as fate does not let him perish, he will never die. The entire Wolf School is almost full of people like this. Childish and naive. The sorceress has actually seen through it these days. How could a witcher who believed in fate really want to break fate? The only one who really wanted to break fate in the Ancient Sea Fortress was her, Arryn, who made the prophecy. Others said they would find a way out. In fact, they just went with the flow. But that's true. How could Kaer Morhen, with only fifty or so witchers, fight against the Lord of Kaedwen, who had tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, and the Ben Ade Academy, which had hundreds of students. Thinking about it, the sorceress wanted to persuade Arryn right now to leave this desperate place and take him away. If Kaedwen couldn't accommodate them, they could go to Temeria and Redania. If that didn't work, there were still Skellige and Nilfgaard. Right! Let's go to Nilfgaard and return to Toussaint, which is the best place for Arryn... "Wei..." The sorceress frowned, and when she looked up from her reverie, she was suddenly stunned. It was not yet noon. A group of figures walked down the snowy mountain.