Chapter 199: Massacre of Non-Human Races

Two skill specialties, the former belongs to the application skills of Signs, which can make Signs more flexible and changeable, quickly improving his strength. The latter may not have obvious improvement in strength, but it can eliminate his estrangement from other worlds, deepen his understanding of magic, and bet on future growth.

Geralt thought for a long time. As far as the present is concerned, it has only been a few years since he traveled through time. He may not be a strong person in other worlds, but in the Wizard World, except for those hidden old monsters, his strength should be in the first echelon.

Then, perhaps he should look further and pursue a broader future, which is a better choice.

Thinking this way, Geralt clicked the ability point on the Magic Conversion skill specialty.

In an instant, Geralt only felt that his spirit or soul, in short, some things inside him had changed. His senses became more sensitive, and his sensing of the surrounding Chaos Magic became more acute.

He could even detect a trace of various energies from other worlds in the Chaos Magic surrounding him.

The Wizard World is indeed a sieve. Although those energies from other worlds are rare and minimal, Geralt feels that it contains at least hundreds of energies.

He thought for a while, picked up the magic wine pot, drank a mouthful of mana potion from the Azeroth world, and then closed his eyes to experience it carefully.

After a few minutes, Geralt opened his eyes with some relief. Although he didn't have much understanding of the arcane magic of the Azeroth world now, after clicking this skill specialty, the mana potion that could only absorb about 40% to 50% could now absorb 50% to 60%.

Perhaps, when he has the opportunity to have a deeper understanding of the various energies of the Azeroth world in the future, he will be able to use the six major forces such as Holy Light, Shadow, and Arcane like the natives there.

And his existing ability points, after subtracting the one used on Signs, only left one, and this one must be reserved for the gene mutation skill that will be upgraded soon.

The scarcity of ability points makes Geralt very headache. This is a problem that has always plagued him. Currently, there are only three ways to obtain ability points.

The first way is to level up, and get one ability point for each level up.

The second way is to complete special tasks. This situation is rare, and Geralt has only seen it once so far.

And the third way is to find the magic nodes of the Wizard World and absorb their power, but this often causes a space rift.

And currently, the location of the magic node closest to Geralt is the place of magic where he activated the Wolf School badge in the back mountain of Kaer Morhen.

But this magic node has important significance for Kaer Morhen, and he will not move it at will.

Thinking this way, Geralt took out the coordinate map of magic nodes he got from Aretuza. He stared at it for a long time, and finally chose a magic node that was not too far from him.

Unfortunately, the location of this magic node is also in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, and it is not far from their capital, Ban Ard.

However, for the country of Kaedwen, Geralt does not like it, and even except for traveling, he did not stay in this country much.

Perhaps because it is located in the cold north, sparsely populated, and resources are thin, most of the people in this country are rough and barbaric, extremely xenophobic, especially for non-human races, almost rising to the level of hatred.

And their king is even more of a scum, bastard, and robber. In the future, when resisting the southern Nilfgaard Empire, the King of Kaedwen not only did not unite the Northern Kingdoms, but instead stabbed in the back, destroying the Northern Alliance, a proper pig teammate.

For such a country, Geralt has no sympathy for them.

In the first ten days of January after the New Year, he found an excuse, and in the evening, he drove the magic flying carpet and flew toward Ban Ard, the capital of the Kingdom of Kaedwen.

It was January 1253, winter was still continuing, spring had not yet arrived, and the temperature at night was almost below zero.

Geralt sat on the magic flying carpet, driving it to fly at high altitude. If it weren't for the enchanted warm shirt he was wearing and the strong physique of a witcher, he would definitely have been frozen into a grandson in this rustling cold wind.

However, there was no way. Although the magic flying carpet was quite flexible to fly, for some reason, it had a height limit. If it flew too high, there would be many obstacles to manipulate, and the consumption of magic would also increase greatly.

Based on the principle of cherishing life, Geralt did not dare to try the limit of the magic flying carpet. After all, falling from a height of thousands of meters, even for him, was very dangerous.

Kaer Morhen is about three hundred kilometers away from Ban Ard, the capital of Kaedwen. He set off in the evening, and because he considered the temperature, he could only maintain low-speed flight.

After flying for about four or five hours, when flying over a small mountain range and passing by a small town, looking from a distance, Geralt suddenly found that the town was full of fire, and it seemed that some chaos was happening.

Driven by curiosity, he slightly changed his flight route, controlled the magic flying carpet, lowered his altitude, and flew over the town.

However, what came into his eyes was a quite tragic scene.

The total area of this unknown town is not large, and the number of residents is estimated to be only a few hundred. It didn't even build a wall. However, from the thatched cottages and wooden houses on the periphery to the stone buildings in the center of the town, from outside to inside, the gap between rich and poor is vividly reflected.

However, on this night, many of the wooden houses and thatched cottages located on the periphery of the town were ignited, and many corpses were scattered on the periphery of the burning houses, old and young, men and women.

Most of those men held wooden sticks and pitchforks and died in the process of resistance, while those women were mostly naked and in pain, obviously having suffered cruel treatment before death.

Besides men and women, there were also old people and children who died at the scene.

And what made Geralt frown the most was that most of these dead people and those whose houses were burned were elves, dwarves, and a few halflings. To put it in a more common way, they were non-human races in the mouths of northern humans.

Clearly, a massacre against non-human races was happening here.

Looking at the tragic state of these corpses, the anger in Geralt's heart began to surge. Although he had long known that in the Kingdom of Kaedwen, non-human races often suffered cruel treatment, and most of the refugees where Toruviel and the others were were also survivors who escaped from the hands of Kaedwen's mobs and soldiers, this was the first time he had seen such a tragedy with his own eyes.

In the end, his current profession and race have determined that his butt must be on the side of the non-human race. Moreover, Geralt has no good feelings for the human mobs in the Wizard World. Facing such a tragedy, even as a witcher, he felt that he must do something.

Thinking this way, Geralt took out the set of dragon-scale heavy armor forged by Master O'Henry from the space bracelet, changed into it, and then put a black cloak used for cover on the heavy armor.

And for the selection of weapons, considering the battle that might happen next, in order to avoid being recognized in the future, Geralt chose neither the Statikk Shiv nor the Oath of Victory Sword, but only took out an ordinary magic one-handed sword from the ring, which was from the Azeroth world. It was a quite ordinary weapon, and besides being able to increase a little sharpness and being a bit stronger, it had no other advantages.

Prepared with equipment and weapons, Geralt took a light breath, and just as he was about to rush toward the center of the town, where the noise was the loudest, a beautiful and pleasant voice of a woman suddenly came to his ears.

"Geralt, is that you?"

"Can you come to me? I am in the forest three hundred meters to your left."

Hearing this voice, Geralt was slightly stunned. Although he had only heard this voice once, he had not forgotten the beautiful tone until now.

It was the elven sorceress Francesca, whom he had met in the Valley of Flowers.

I didn't expect this sorceress to appear here. At such a time, this definitely wouldn't be a coincidence.

After considering for a few seconds, Geralt still decided to meet this sorceress. On the one hand, he could learn some intelligence about this massacre from her, and on the other hand, Geralt felt that he might be able to get a task from her.

After all, after stopping this evil atrocity, getting another reward of experience and gold coins, isn't this a more happy thing? After making up his mind, Geralt soon drove the magic flying carpet and flew to a place more than ten meters above the forest.

Until after circling a few times nearby, there was a fluctuation in the air outside the forest, and a beautiful elven beauty wearing a black-purple dress with full sorrow in her eyebrows slowly appeared in the air. It was Francesca, whom we had met once.

After seeing this elven beauty, Geralt no longer hesitated, jumped from a height of more than ten meters, and his strong body wrapped in heavy dragon-scale armor smashed two shallow soil pits on the ground, landing eight or nine meters in front of the elven sorceress.

The two looked at each other for a few times. Geralt's face didn't have much expression, just maintaining his consistent indifference and calmness, while Francesca's beautiful face was full of unbearable and sadness.

Before Geralt could speak, Francesca took the lead and asked: "Why did you come here, Geralt? Did you hear any news?"

Geralt shook his head and just said faintly:

"I was about to go to other places to do things, just happened to pass by here, saw traces of burning here, so I came over to see."

Francesca, upon hearing this, lowered her head and thought for more than ten seconds, without beating around the bush, but asked in a pleading tone:

"Geralt, can you please save our compatriots?"

"My identity makes me unable to come forward to intervene in such actions. Otherwise, it will only make the situation of the elven race more dangerous."

"But if it were you, it shouldn't cause any waves. As long as you disguise yourself well and don't use the special abilities of a witcher, no one should be able to trace you."

Following that, as Francesca's pleading words fell, the sound of the system prompt sounded in Geralt's ears.

Ding! Task triggered 【Save Non-Human Races in Contos Town】, Expert-level.

Whether to accept.

Expert-level task, it seems that there shouldn't be any decent enemies in this action.

Geralt thought this way, and did not give Francesca an answer for the first time. The sorceress saw this, bit her lower lip, showed a pitiful expression, and said: "Can you help me, Geralt? I know that as a witcher, you never do tasks without rewards. If you can bring those non-human races to this forest, I will give you ten Crowns for every person you save, how about it?"

Hearing Francesca's quote, Geralt couldn't help but smack his tongue. One Crown is worth four or five Orens, which means that for every person Geralt saves, this elven sorceress is willing to pay fifty Orens.

If twenty people are saved, it will be one thousand Orens. Calculated this way, he can easily earn thousands of Orens from Francesca, which is simply a big rich woman.

Moreover, in the end, the matter of saving these non-human races actually has nothing to do with Francesca. This sorceress is also out of responsibility for the elven race and for the continuation of the entire race that she wants to deal with this hot potato.

Geralt was surprised in his heart. He chose to accept the task given by the system, but he didn't open his mouth to agree to Francesca's commission, but thought for a while and said:

"Beautiful Ms. Francesca, this rescue is out of my own idea, not anyone's commission."

"I am a half-elf and a witcher with a sense of justice in my heart."

"You don't need to give me any reward. However, in order to let me better hide my identity, can you please cast a spell on me to increase my disguise?"

After hearing Geralt's answer, a flash of surprise flashed in Francesca's eyes. I didn't expect someone to refuse a large sum of money delivered to the door. However, she regarded Geralt as a fellow clan member, and after seeing Geralt's noble behavior, she felt even more relieved in her heart, and even the look at Geralt became much softer.

The sorceress chanted a short spell, and her white palms waved gently in front of Geralt. His body and face were shrouded in a thin mist. Although he could barely see the shadow inside, he could no longer distinguish the specific image and appearance.

After casting this spell, Francesca took out a device made of unknown metal that looked like a Rubik's cube from her waist bag, took Geralt's hand, put this magic prop into Geralt's hand, and said: "This is a piece of equipment that can communicate with me. I will cover your actions nearby. After this matter is completed, I will use this device to talk."

"Be careful, Geralt. There are about fifty soldiers and more than a hundred mobs in the town. They drove all the surviving non-human races to the center of the town, preparing to execute a cruel non-human race trial before killing them."

"You don't need to fight these soldiers and mobs head-on, just save as many innocent people as possible."

After speaking, Francesca stood on tiptoe, kissed Geralt on his handsome side face, and said:

"Thank you for being able to help me, Geralt. If it weren't for you, I might only be able to watch this tragedy happen, unable to do anything, and then sneak away secretly, crying alone."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 200 =====