yasinovel Chapter 99 Vesemir + Author's Note on Launch
Chapter 99 Vesemir + Author's Note on Launch
Alwin watched the flames fall continuously, his body constantly shifting and dodging.
The opponent, being a high-ranking wizard, precisely blocked all his paths of advance with the fireballs he unleashed.
We need to find a way to avoid it, and there's more...
With that thought, he rushed toward the thick fog on the left.
Several more fireballs slammed in, creating gaps in the air.
Arwen activated [Phantom Mist Invisibility], and his entire body disappeared into the mist.
Atamon raised an eyebrow and unleashed his spiritual power.
"Hidden Mist Technique? Hmph!"
He chanted incantations continuously, his staff glowed with magical light, and he unleashed a fireball towards Arwen's location in the mist.
He sensed that Alwin's body was getting further and further away.
"They ran away?"
Atamon paused for a moment, but instead of giving chase, he let out a cold laugh.
"No, it's a clumsy trick to lure me over."
As a wizard, without the protection of golems, engaging in close combat with witchers is not a wise choice.
This feat is something that probably only Wigford Tönnies could have accomplished later on.
As he spoke, he raised his left hand, drew a circle in the air with his palm, and a message was transmitted from the ring on his index finger.
He commanded the golems to regroup and engage the witchers present.
Then, a silvery-white light emerged from behind him, growing larger and larger as the wind sucked it in.
Someone opened a portal for him from afar.
He stepped backward, his staff still pointing to the spot where Arwen had disappeared.
Next, simply go through the portal and leave this place temporarily.
Openly assassinating the dean of the Ben Ade Magic Academy is a serious violation of the laws of Cordwin.
The Marquis of Shangxing's knightly legion was not far away.
Furthermore, one of his family's descendants is the wife of the Marquis Louis-Pold Lindenbrogg, now the Marquis de' Marquis.
This is also why he appeared at Brunan Castle and met Viscount Jennings.
Based on these relationships alone, he could easily borrow the Upper Land Knights Legion to surround this place.
The mere witchers could not stop the well-trained knights armed with anti-magic gold.
Moreover, he also has the assistance of this wizard.
Atamon looked smug, as if he could already see Arwen being sent to the dissection table.
"You can't escape."
Suddenly, Atamon was overcome by a sudden urge, and a feeling of terror gripped his heart.
"wrong!"
"Something's missing, that must be it!"
He suddenly turned around, and there was a figure standing behind him at the location connecting to the teleportation portal.
The man was burly, with gray hair cascading down his back, and beneath his amber cat-like eyes lurked boundless killing intent.
His bloodless lips moved, emitting a faint hissing sound like a venomous snake.
He clenched his left fist, studded with silver nails, so tightly that the glass shattered.
Green liquid flowed from between his fingers, and upon encountering air, it quickly evaporated into green smoke, which then exploded like a nebula.
Wherever it went, the flowing magic of the world froze, turning into a stagnant pool.
It's a magic bomb made of magic-blocking gold.
The silver portal buzzed, its silver light erratic, and vanished in an instant.
A fierce wind lashed out, ruffling Atamon's graying hair.
The steel sword, held high, gleamed coldly as it swung down with lightning speed.
Atamon's pupils shrank to a single dot. The amulet on his chest was activated before the antidote gold could completely corrode him, and his body began to become ethereal.
"laugh!"
A silver light fell, and blood sprayed.
A severed arm lay on the lawn, its purple sleeve stained with blood, and its five fingers were still twitching.
Atamon's body vanished as if by teleportation, appearing out of thin air three hundred meters away.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his right hand clutching his left arm, blood flowing continuously from his fingers, and he groaned in pain.
The metallic iris began to dim, and the gems on the staff flickered intermittently.
His eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at the green nebula where they had just been, where tiny electric currents could be seen running through it.
From within the green mist, a pair of vertical pupils first lit up, and then a burly figure slowly emerged.
Atamon's voice trembled as he gasped in pain, his voice filled with bewilderment.
"Damn it, when did they get behind me? And these witchers, how come my mental senses didn't detect them?"
If it weren't for the teleportation amulet triggering, that sword strike would have severed his head, not his arm.
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the amethyst pendant hanging on the gray-haired witcher's chest.
He suddenly understood, and gritted his teeth.
"It's a talisman, a talisman to conceal one's presence!"
This amethyst pendant would be very familiar to Baron Leo Kremer of White River Territory if he were present.
He obtained this from an elven mage after killing him during a battle with the elves on the border of Cordwin.
His wife, Sienna, fell in love with the pendant at first sight and liked it very much.
Baron Baihe secretly kept the pendant, not reporting it to the Marquis of Shangxingbiaodi, but instead giving it to Sienna, whom he deeply loved at the time.
Such acts of hoarding spoils are commonplace in today's era of pioneering and land reclamation.
The nobles also turned a blind eye to these things.
Later, Arwen arrived in White River Territory and encountered the werewolf Damian.
Sienna gave the amethyst pendant to Arwen as payment in order to remove the werewolf curse from her son.
As for its concealment effect, that was also determined by the sorceress Frey.
Vesemir, carrying his steel sword, kicked Atamon's left arm away with his spiked boots.
His voice was low, almost as if he were sobbing, but also filled with anger.
"This sword is for my old buddy, Bernjov."
"As for you, Atamon," Vesemir looked up, wiping the blood from his steel sword, and pointed it directly at him, his expression twisted with utter rage, "the blood of my Wolf School must be repaid."
Atamon coughed up blood. "Ha, I thought it was someone else, but it's you, the Witcher who survived all those years ago?"
"Potion of magic mist made with magic-blocking gold? That must have cost a lot of money. You've really got a good plan."
"But unfortunately, I didn't inhale much; it only affected my spellcasting speed."
Suddenly, he felt a tremor in the ground.
The vibrations grew stronger over time.
His spiritual energy dissipated backward, and he immediately stood up straight, enduring the excruciating pain, and revealed a mocking smile.
"Witcher, did you hear that? What's that sound?"
Vesemir listened with both ears.
"Da da da!"
The sound of rapid hoofbeats came from behind Atamon.
Looking out, with the help of the cat's eye and the potion [Cat], Vesemir saw a large number of dark red shadows through the mist.
And there were those flags fluttering faintly in the wind.
The upper part features a unicorn, while the lower part is a gemstone emblem with red stripes on a white background.
Vesemir sensed something was wrong.
It is the Knights of the Marquis of Lindenbrogg, the Upper Mark of Cordwin, and the Knights of the House of Grafiacan, the Royal Territory.
Atamon roared, "Witcher, you should regret not severing my head with that sword!"
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Author's note upon product launch.
I asked the editor today, and they said I've read enough of the content, so it can be published and I can get full attendance bonus.
Thank you again to all the readers and editors for your encouragement, which has enabled me to continue writing.
This moved Xiaodouzi deeply, and he knelt down before the men.
Actually, I wanted to publish it and update it frequently, but as a newbie, my skills are really limited.
Each of these 100 chapters was typed out by me, one by one, with only some data retrieved using AI. As a result, the writing process was very slow; it took me 5 to 6 hours to write 4000 words plus revisions.
As you all know, writing novels is just a side job for me. I even went on a trip out of town a few days ago, which took me five days.
During this period, I was away from the computer and could only type on my phone. With the interference from work and colleagues, my speed was even slower. I missed a lot of reading, which made me feel frustrated, and I used up all my drafts.
Therefore, updating too frequently is really too difficult for me.
But Xiaodouzi promises that she will write more during her breaks and post it.
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Thanks again!