Chapter 1115: Betrayal (3400 3600 Supplement)

Undercurrents were surging privately in Yanan Town.

Yet on the surface, it was unusually calm.

Two more years passed, and a matter of neither great nor small importance occurred: the Gravekeeper, Old John, died!

As the Gravekeeper, he had no wife or children, so there was no one to succeed him in his position.

Finally, after some consideration, a Free Citizen obtained this position.

He originally had a rather unpleasant name, but now everyone was accustomed to calling him Little John.

As time went on, he changed his name to Little John.

Night.

Aragorn looked at all the Witchers present and suddenly asked, "Has everyone arrived?"

Witcher after Witcher, draped in black robes and of various forms, walked into the venue.

Night fell, and in the beech forest, emerald eyes flickered from time to time.

This was, in reality, a simplified and extended version of the "Seven-Day Death Poison."

"Gravekeeper... Little John!"

Aaron's figure moved like flight.

But Aaron had no intention of wasting words with him; he grabbed Little John directly, clamped his hand around his throat, forced him to open his mouth, and shoved a pill inside.

"What... did you feed me?"

"Who?"

A Witcher's constitution only exceeds that of an ordinary person; it is not immortal!

According to Aaron's assessment, if he were surrounded by an army of hundreds now, he would still only be able to attempt to break through and flee for his life!

"What kind of work?"

Swish! Swish!

That was a white-haired Witcher whose pair of curved blades were extremely fierce; in an instant, he cleaved through Yege's guards and slashed toward his throat!

Relying on a disregard for life and death to gamble on that thirty percent success rate.

Aaron muttered, planning to proceed with the "Red Mountain Trial."

"In terms of control, I have absolutely no need to worry."

This is an assassination!

"With my current combat power, even if I encounter those so-called Witcher Masters, I might not necessarily be afraid..."

An Old Witcher stated the most fitting conclusion.

Little John was so terrified that tears and snot gushed out together.

Swish!

He rubbed his eyes, saw the figure that had appeared instantly in front of him, and could not help but scream: "Bat monster?"

Through this period of secret investigation, he had also roughly figured out the truth.

"At this time, the Breathing Technique is no longer effective; a higher-level Meditation Method is needed..."

He had originally thought his gallbladder was quite large.

"Even... even if one becomes a Witcher Master, one might not necessarily be able to resist a fully armed mortal army... Witchers are truly too weak!"

The one who proposed this matter was none other than Aragorn!

When Aaron was quietly celebrating his one-hundredth birthday.

"That organization..."

The white-haired Witcher Master let out a sound of disbelief.

One only has to think to know that the guys who truly have courage and valor have all run off to work as thieves, a very promising profession.

Seeing this scene, his face was full of excitement, and a trace of smugness rose in his heart.

The opponent was wearing a set of black tight-fitting clothing with a black cloak on his back, the arc of which resembled the wings of a bat.

But only after becoming the Gravekeeper did he realize that he was not actually as courageous as he had imagined!

"If it weren't for this little subsidy, the free house, and the share of land... I wouldn't do this unlucky profession..."

A branch flew up.

"Yes, thanks to Aragorn, otherwise it would have been absolutely impossible to gather so many Witchers!"

Relying on collecting so many Witcher Inheritances, as well as a large amount of resources and pharmacists serving him, he finally broke through to the Master realm.

In a daze, like a dream, seven years of time flowed away like water.

Aaron muttered a complaint in his heart, then said: "I want you to work for me!"

Witcher after Witcher from different schools fell.

Their gazes could not help but turn toward a Witcher of about fifty years old.

But this time, Little John had encountered a tough nut to crack.

There were originally many Witchers from the Viper School, and this sudden sneak attack killed at least six or seven Witchers.

Little John only felt a huge force surge over, making him involuntarily open his mouth wide to breathe, and then he swallowed something.

Little John raised his head.

Striking suddenly at this moment, quite a few Witchers in the entire hall fell instantly!

At this time, they were whispering to one another, and a bald, burly man stood up, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Can you confirm which force it is? I want to kill them!"

Pfft! Pfft!

Especially in the Lancaster family Graveyard area, there were many grave robbers coveting this place.

Or rather...

Little John carried a Horse Lantern, patrolling the Graveyard area.

After all, who knows what happened with the Viper School recently; it expanded in one go, reaching a full 6 Formal Witchers!

He went to great lengths to subdue the Gravekeeper, not to poison the other party to death.

The Witchers let out a thunderous sound; although they had already received word, compared to the confirmed news, it was still not shocking enough.

"This... what on earth is this thing?"

It was an owl watching him, occasionally letting out eerie cries.

Aaron said indifferently.

And... when the time comes, it might even become a stepping stone to knock on the door of the Warlock!

That's right!

Although he had already become a muscle-bound brute like a Witcher, Aaron still had some thoughts about becoming a Warlock.

In the blink of an eye, more than 30 people had gathered!

"Frost Wolf, Red Fish, Viper..."

He let out a high-pitched scream.

Fully armed soldiers suddenly burst into the venue.

"It could be the nobles joining forces... we all know they have been subconsciously suppressing us. In some places, we are rumored to be monsters that eat children, are not allowed to enter villages, and cannot even obtain new blood..."

Besides this, some Witchers were also cowardly and greedy for life, selling out the information of the Witcher leadership to Yege.

At the same time, those Viper School Witchers also stabbed their longswords at the companions around them one after another.

'Do I look that much like a grave robber?'

He muttered, suddenly picking up the Horse Lantern and quickly lifting his clothes.

"You... are you human?" Little John was even more surprised; how could a human have that kind of speed?

"Cough, cough..."

He did not want to lose his life here.

A smile appeared at the corner of Aaron's mouth.

By now, a batch of Formal Witchers had already become Yege's followers, and this was the basis of his confidence in launching this plan!

Bang!

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the darkness.

Swish!

A beech tree fell to the ground instantly.

"You... what exactly do you want to do? Grave robbing? These nobles' graves, you can dig them as you please... let me go..."

"Everyone!"

Yege laughed aloud, gripping his burning longsword, and began a fierce attack.

A Witcher just wanted to raise his hand, but felt a wave of weakness: "You... you actually used poison?"

"This is a toxin I carefully prepared for Witchers... it has undergone rigorous battlefield testing."

The remaining Witchers were also more or less injured, staring at Aragorn in shock and anger: "You betrayed the Witcher's will?!"

"Basically everyone is here, sigh... at the previous gathering, there were still over 50 Witchers; I didn't expect there to be even fewer now."

He was not at all surprised by the appearance of this master from the Shadow Dragon School who was the last to protect the Witchers, or rather... everything was within his expectations.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Aaron lowered his voice, emitting a hoarse and gloomy tone.

Frost Wolf, Red Fish, Thunder Falcon, Griffin...

"That organization... is me!"

Anyway, the fact that this place could be favored by a Warlock before shows that the environment is indeed suitable, and the Graveyard is still expanding... if he waits slowly, perhaps one day he will be able to harvest.

Furthermore, this is just a spare move.

"Nothing much, just a dose of poison... if you cannot get my antidote every month, you will die, and you will die very painfully."

Pfft!

An arrow pierced directly into the chest of the stunned Old Witcher.

Ever since he advanced to a Formal Witcher, his physical fitness had indeed begun to become extraordinary, capable of doing many things he was completely unable to do before.

Arriving at an open space, he drew his Cross Sword and slashed out with one strike.

Basically, this shout alone could scare away grave robbers.

He still had some thoughts about the 'Wraith Flower' that even Warlocks pursued.

"No... actually I am not Aragorn at all; the real Viper School was also wiped out by me at its roots long ago..."

The faction leader of the Viper School!

Of course, a leader of a Witcher school could not achieve the integration of Witchers like this.

An Old Witcher with gray hair sighed: "I'm afraid all the Witchers on the entire continent are here, right?"

Not only that, flames suddenly ignited on his longsword!

"Secondary mutation?"

Yege retreated continuously, watching as soldiers and Witchers cooperated to slaughter the Witchers in the field.

Such an idiot could just happen to be his manual laborer without even knowing it!

That figure did not leave, but instead turned around.

For example, using the treetops to fly away at this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, it was almost the same as Flight.

The other party had a pair of sharp eyes and carried two silver swords on his back; it was none other than Aragorn!

They had been wandering around freely before, securing the best positions for a sneak attack.

Now, these Viper School witchers were all soldiers carefully selected by him, essentially orphans adopted by the Lancaster family, instilled with beliefs like loyalty from a young age, and then... constantly subjected to witcher trials!

A moment later.

An Old Witcher sighed.

"It is said that witchers attempting the Red Mountain Trial often see hallucinations, and in these hallucinations, they often see a blood-red mountain... hence it is called the Red Mountain Trial."

Before the grave of Kalin, he seemed to see a human figure.

"Maintain this graveyard well; if you discover anything unusual, notify me immediately... You can place three red stones under that elder tree outside the town, and I will come to find you..."

Aragorn, or rather Yege, gave a sinister smile and waved his hand: "Kill them!"

Aderson Continent, inside an abandoned wilderness castle somewhere.

"Regarding this point, my spirit is absolutely up to standard, and as for the so-called Meditation Method? The witchers' is too crude, not as good as the one I compiled myself..."

Only those who cannot make a living as bandits would choose to come and rob graves!

The key is that this era has no customs of lavish burials; if one were to rob the graves of commoners, one might end up with nothing but a set of dead men's clothes!

Furthermore, grave robbers are very vigilant and basically unwilling to have conflicts with others.

The lights were bright.

"Old John could never find a wife in his whole life; I don't want to become like him."

This was already an overwhelming advantage, which could be called the mainstream faction among witchers.

Aaron thrust his sword several more times, slicing this branch into neat wooden blocks in mid-air.

The remaining witchers also sighed with emotion.

The 'Red Mountain Trial' is very simple: it is to pass a series of exercises to let the Formal Witcher's body reach its limit again, and then begin to induce the second mutation of the genes.

If they are intimidated, they will give up directly.

Not only witchers, but outside the castle, there were even more sounds of footsteps approaching.

Aaron looked toward the Lancaster castle and suddenly revealed a faint smile.

According to this Mysterious person's words, once one fails to take the antidote periodically, by the time this black line circles the waist, one will die from the poison!

Little John carried a Horse Lantern, stumbling through the Graveyard with uneven steps.

"Skal of the Shadow Dragon School! A surviving master witcher... I have been waiting for you."

After the witchers had almost all arrived, Aragorn walked to the center of the hall and said loudly: "I have discovered a terrifying situation... there is a force, or rather an organization, on the continent that is consciously wiping out witchers..."

Little John rubbed his eyes, watching the other party step onto the treetops and leave like a large black bird.

"Perhaps... can a Grandmaster do it?"

Even if it means losing this job given by the lord!

But the next instant, the sound of wind arose!

Before Little John had run very far, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn it, kill them!"

Aragorn suddenly revealed a Weird smile, a crossbow appeared in his hand instantly, and he aimed it at the Old Witcher.

The most critical thing was that he wore a silver mask on his face covering the upper half from the nose up!

Little John dropped the Horse Lantern and turned to run!

An assassination by a master witcher!

When he saw a black line spreading from his navel, his expression instantly became incomparably dejected.

Due to having the perfect-level Black Iron Trial as a foundation, Aaron was very confident about passing the Red Mountain Trial.

"The breakthrough of the Red Mountain is most likely still biased toward the spiritual aspect... it requires drugs that stimulate the spirit..."

After a long while, looking at Skal, who was riddled with arrows like a hedgehog, Yege stepped forward and decapitated Skal.

"In the secular world, the only thing that can make me slightly wary is a siege by a large army..."

Even a Formal Witcher, facing this kind of assassination, would likely perish on the spot!

But Yege did not retreat; as if he had expected it, he drew a long sword and blocked the scimitar.

Yege wanting to collect many Witcher Inheritances also fit his interests well.

Having spent so many years changing his name to Aragorn and lurking among the witcher community, he finally caught the opportunity to wipe out the witchers in one fell swoop!

The so-called Viper School of witchers had actually perished long ago.

Suddenly, Little John's eyes blurred.

But a series of events in recent years, coupled with the fact that witchers kept losing contact, finally led the witchers to make the decision to unite.

He held Skal's head and roared like a beast.

The witchers who were still resisting lost their fighting spirit one after another and chose to flee, but most of them failed.

A very small number of people luckily escaped with their lives and recorded this day as the witchers' 'Blood Gathering'!

(End of this chapter)