Chapter 173

After leaving the palace, Wayne came to the blacksmith shop of the dwarf master Ohenri to check whether the things he wanted were ready.

It was a huge steel cage composed of dozens of iron bars thicker than arms, weighing several tons, so it could trap most monsters.

In the Middle Ages without welding technology, only large blacksmith shops like Ohenri's had enough manpower, technology, and materials to complete it.

And when he was checking the progress of this steel cage, Master Ohenri also told him good news.

The new armor made of dragon scales from Skyrim and green dragon skin from the Wizard World had been generally completed and entered the finishing stage.

Because the materials Wayne provided were quite sufficient, Master Ohenri made two sets of armor in total.

One set was a heavy leather armor with green dragon leather as the main body, and metal and dragon scales in some key positions; the defense was medium, comparable to most chainmail, but it won in being light and flexible, with a total weight of only five kilograms, belonging to the light armor level, suitable for flexible combat.

And the other set was a heavy armor similar to plate composite armor made of hard dragon scales and various rare metal materials; the defense was amazing, exceeding the average knight's iron can by a large margin, but similarly, its weight also exceeded twenty kilograms; because of the special structure of the plate armor, it would be slightly hindered when moving.

However, these problems were nothing to Wayne; his physical fitness far exceeded ordinary humans, and he was firmly at the peak among all witchers; it was not an exaggeration to call him a humanoid monster.

These two sets of armor, one used as light armor for daily combat and one used as protective armor for large-scale combat, just happened to be able to cope with different situations, making Wayne quite satisfied.

He stayed in the blacksmith shop for two or three hours, harvested a wave of experience and many rare materials from the dwarf master using Gwent cards, and used the simple kitchen in the blacksmith shop to cook a delicious lunch, good wine and good food, a meal of hospitality, maintaining everyone's friendship.

When Wayne drank a little wine and left the blacksmith shop, the keen witcher senses immediately perceived that someone was following him, and the number was not small.

This discovery made him sober up a bit, and at the same time, his heart moved; this situation surprised him a little.

Although he predicted that the person who poisoned Princess Adda with a curse would come to hinder his actions, he didn't expect this guy to be so lawless; it had only been a few hours since he left the palace, and he had already taken action; I don't know whether to call it brave or stupid.

Well, in order to see the king, he was wearing a decent and handsome silk long shirt today, and he didn't even bring weapons; perhaps such an outfit gave others the hope of being able to defeat him.

Unfortunately, these poor guys didn't know that his swordplay could only rank second in his comprehensive strength, and he, who could cast Signs at will, was the strongest.

Wayne pretended not to notice that someone was following him, left Wyzima old city directly, and when he walked across the wooden bridge connecting the old city and the new city, and came to an open space outside the new city with few people, he really felt that a group of about ten people came from several directions, blocking him in this open space.

Wayne looked around at the people who surrounded him, and couldn't help but frown.

These guys were not the ruffians in the city; seeing that everyone was fierce, wearing all kinds of armor, and holding all kinds of weapons, even two people had light crossbows in their hands, which was likely the mercenaries who made a living by war.

They were full of malice, and after approaching Wayne, the leader, a strong man with a bald head and a scarred face wearing iron armor, laughed and said: "Little white face, someone paid us to beat you into a cripple; we take money to do things, don't blame us."

Wayne looked up at him, without any fear on his face, just said calmly:

"Can you tell me who gave the commission? Have you seen him in person?"

The scarred strong man saw Wayne's fearless look, and was slightly surprised, but considering that the other party had no weapons and no armor, facing the siege of more than ten people, it was impossible to have a chance to turn over, so he said: "We cannot tell you who gave the commission; this is our professional ethics, and we don't know who it is, just taking money to do things."

"You'd better not resist, so as not to be beaten to death when the time comes, don't blame us."

Wayne heard this, sighed, mobilized the chaos magic in his body to gather in his hands, looked at the scarred strong man, and finally persuaded a word.

"Since you don't know anything, keeping you is of no use."

"If you surrender now, you can still save your life; after the fight starts, I won't hold back."

The scarred strong man was stunned, turned his head to look at his dozen fully armed subordinates, couldn't help laughing, and said: "Let us surrender? Are you a fool? Or are you pretending to be mysterious? Forget it, I thought it was some character, but I didn't expect it to be a fool; brothers, do it and cripple him." Hearing the boss's order, those mercenaries didn't show any mercy, immediately laughed and rushed towards Wayne; their purpose was to cripple Wayne, so the few mercenaries with crossbows in the distance didn't move, but raised their crossbow arrows, pointing at Wayne, full of threats.

Seeing them stubborn, Wayne didn't hold back anymore, his right hand full of chaos magic instantly drew a magic pattern of the Aard Sign, and then pressed it down towards the ground fiercely.

Bang! Accompanied by an invisible circular air wave, with a loud bang, within a range of nearly ten meters, grass clippings, stones, and mud flew outwards one after another; those mercenaries rushing towards him seemed to be hit by an invisible rhinoceros while running at high speed, not pushed away, but all vomited blood and flew backwards, directly hitting others behind them like gourds, all falling down.

Awakening the Elder Blood, plus the assistance of various skill equipment, his Sign intensity at this time far exceeded the standard of ordinary witchers; even the impact damage brought by the Aard Sign itself could directly shake ordinary people's internal organs and vomit blood.

The leading scarred mercenary was further away; although he was also shaken to the ground by the power of the Aard Sign, after falling to the ground, he immediately struggled and shouted: "It's a sorcerer, he's a sorcerer!"

"Crossbowmen, shoot him to death!"

Unfortunately, as one of the enemies Wayne focused on, how could he let them have a chance to take action? Before the scarred mercenary shouted, one of the two mercenaries holding crossbows had already been controlled by Wayne's Axii Sign, and in the surprised and shocked eyes of the other crossbowman, he directly pulled the trigger and shot through his companion's throat with one arrow.

And Wayne had already taken advantage of this time to rush to the front of the controlled crossbowman at a very fast speed; before he lifted the control of Axii, he punched his throat position fiercely, breaking his throat bone with one punch, making him only able to hold his neck and die in painful suffocation.

In just over ten seconds, these mercenaries surrounding Wayne had already been beaten by his powerful magic power, scattered, and defeated; almost no one could resist head-on.

However, they were people who had seen blood on the battlefield; the scarred strong man who was knocked down first climbed up from the ground, picked up his shield and single-handed sword, roared at Wayne, and loudly encouraged the morale of his companions:

"Brothers, don't be afraid, he is only one person, follow me, sorcerers are also flesh and blood, as long as you cut a knife, it is our victory."

After finishing, he raised the round shield in his hand, covering his lower half of his face and chest, and with other mercenaries encouraged by him, crossed the injured companions on the ground and rushed towards Wayne with all his strength.

Unfortunately, for these mercenaries who had only fought with ordinary people, they couldn't imagine what kind of destructive power a witcher who possessed the Elder Blood and was fully fired up had.

Wayne sighed slightly in his heart, looked at the six mercenaries who didn't know whether to live or die rushing towards him, raised his right hand that had already accumulated a large amount of chaos magic, and a power-up version of the Igni Sign sprayed out.

In an instant, the huge heat like a volcanic eruption, accompanied by orange-red flames in a range of more than ten meters, instantly shrouded the six mercenaries who rushed over.

The mercenaries who rushed over only had time to let out a painful wail, were roasted by the high-temperature flames covering their bodies, rolled and struggled on the ground, and soon lost their breath.

Facing this tragic scene like a dragon's breath, the mercenaries who were still lying on the ground wailing because of their injuries were all stunned; they covered their mouths, trembled all over, and looked at Wayne with terrified eyes, as if they were looking at a devil, and several even peed their pants.

For these guys who lick blood on the blade, rather than mercenaries, they are bandits, Wayne had no pity in his heart; he scanned the survivors on the ground with indifferent eyes, and for these poor bugs, he didn't kill them all.

After all, in the real world, slaughter will not provide experience points or any benefits; keeping a few people to help companions collect corpses is also good.

He shook his right hand, which was a bit hot because of Igni's high-temperature flames, and turned to walk towards a forest a hundred meters away; in his witcher senses, someone was secretly observing here.

When he saw Wayne's great victory, or crazy slaughter, this guy even let out an exclamation, and now he has started to flee desperately in the opposite direction.

No need to think, this guy is likely the person who hired this batch of mercenaries to block him, and also the person who poisoned Princess Adda with a curse.

According to Wayne's memory, it seems to be a fat court minister; the specific name has been forgotten, but if he catches him, he should still be able to recognize him.

Wayne's speed was very fast; in less than half a minute, he had already seen the figure who was full of fat, wearing a gorgeous dress, and fleeing towards the Wyzima city gate.

(End of this chapter)