Chapter 55: Shut up, motherfucker
Let's rewind time a bit.
After Lynn and Geralt finished their reconnaissance and returned to the mound where Istrad and the others were hiding, they told everyone what they had seen.
"There are about forty armed men in the camp. Their equipment is varied, they are standard mercenaries."
"The leader of the enemy is very cautious. He arranged many sentry posts around the camp, and there are also many patrols in the camp."
Listening to Lynn's report, Istrad's face darkened.
Earlier, when his men checked the bodies of the attackers in the inn, they reported to him that there were two groups of attackers in total:
One group was professional soldiers, and the other group was mercenaries.
He didn't expect that this group of mercenaries alone would have so many people.
Although his subordinates were loyal and brave, they were not as numerous as the other side.
If they really fought, they might both suffer heavy losses.
"Master, shall we leave under the cover of night?"
Istrad asked.
He couldn't waste all his manpower here.
Because there was still a group of King Rad's men hiding somewhere.
He had to return to Tretogor City safely to continue his unfinished business.
As for the goods brought back from Mahakam and Novigrad...
Although it was a pity, it seemed there was no other way now.
"No, sir, we are going to kill them."
Lynn gave an answer that Istrad had never expected.
He paused and explained with a smile.
"There are horses in their camp, quite a few, and we just need them to pull our goods."
"Besides, since they are with another group of attackers, we can get the location and assembly point of the other group of attackers from them."
"That way, we can go around without alarming anyone."
Istrad thought for a moment, a look of agreement appearing on his face, but he still said: "But there are too many of them, I'm worried we might..."
He didn't continue his sentence.
But Lynn already understood what he meant.
"I already have a plan, sir. You and your men ambush in that direction, and Geralt and I will drive the enemy towards you."
"When the time comes, you can use crossbow bolts to cook a pot of steel soup and entertain our 'guests'."
Istrad's eyes lit up.
If everything really went according to what Lynn said, then they would hardly have to pay much casualties.
"What are you planning to do?"
"It's simple, just use this."
Lynn took out a Dancing Star bomb.
He and Geralt had just happened to be in Novigrad and replenished a large amount of materials for making potions and alchemy bombs.
As long as there were enough alchemy bombs, the two of them could cause amazing destructive power.
Lynn briefly explained to Istrad what an alchemy bomb was.
Istrad was overjoyed upon hearing this, and also generously stated that no matter how much the alchemy bombs they used cost, he would compensate them after arriving in Tretogor City, and would definitely not let Lynn and Geralt work for free.
Lynn had originally planned to mention it to Istrad, but before he could make the request, Istrad took the initiative to bring it up.
Of course, this was even better.
So Lynn and Geralt began to prepare for the upcoming raid.
Since they were dealing with human enemies, there was no need to apply sword oil.
But they still had to drink potions.
After all, they were facing a mercenary gang of more than forty people.
Although Lynn's plan was to use alchemy bombs to force them towards the ambush point, rather than a direct fight.
But reality was not a game after all, and it was basic common sense to make thorough preparations.
In addition, although the Trial of the Grasses made witchers much stronger than ordinary humans in all aspects, in fact, only witchers who had drunk potions could be considered complete.
Let's put it this way.
If Geralt in the original novels had drunk potions before trying to stop the Rivia pogrom, then there would definitely not be the meme of "pitchforks are a witcher's bane."
...
The two quietly moved to the periphery of the camp again.
Geralt mouthed to Lynn.
"Ready?"
"Let's begin."
Lynn threw a slender glass bottle filled with a light blue liquid.
The glass bottle tumbled in the air and finally hit the tree trunk next to the sentry.
Hearing the sound, the sentry instinctively turned his head to look around.
But in the next moment, a chill struck.
Terrifying cold air burst out from the shattered glass bottle.
Visible frost spread in all directions.
The first to bear the brunt was the closest sentry.
He had just turned his head when frost covered his body.
Turning him into a lifelike ice sculpture.
This was the power of the Northern Wind bomb.
"Enemy attack!"
The shrill shouts and the sudden change made the camp a scene of chaos.
Lynn and Geralt took the opportunity to throw out several Dancing Star bombs and Dragon's Dream bombs.
Soon, raging fires were burning everywhere in the camp.
Although there were only two of them.
The momentum they created was louder and greater than that of twenty people.
Although the gang organized by Jadd was not an ordinary bandit gang, the scene before them was something even a regular army would be helpless against.
First, the sudden appearance of ice turned people into ice sculptures, followed by huge explosions and raging flames.
These mercenaries didn't know what alchemy bombs were.
After all, this thing was even rarer than witchers, and very few witchers could afford to waste them like Lynn and Geralt.
With their meager knowledge, they could only think of one possibility:
Sorcerer!
A sorcerer was attacking them!
Only this damn reason could explain the current situation.
"Sorcerer! It's a sorcerer! A sorcerer!"
No one knew who shouted it first, but this undoubtedly greatly increased the panic in the camp.
Sorcerers were not invincible.
But a prepared sorcerer who was also hiding somewhere casting spells was almost equivalent to being invincible.
Panic spread like a plague and could no longer be controlled.
The mercenaries in the camp scrambled to escape the camp.
At this time, they only regretted that their parents had given them two legs instead of four.
When they finally escaped, leaving the forest and the burning camp and the noise all behind them, before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, they were interrupted by crossbow bolts piercing the night sky.
The mercenaries hit by the crossbow bolts fell like wheat being cut down.
...
Different from the scene outside the forest with angry shouts, the still burning forest camp seemed so quiet.
When Lynn and Geralt acted separately, creating more chaos, Lynn unexpectedly encountered a big fish.
The other party actually had a pair of cat eyes just like theirs.
"Wolf School, when did you start taking killing jobs too?"
Jadd, with a ferocious face and bulging veins, obviously also having drunk potions, spat on the ground.
He only felt like ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his heart.
If he had known that there were witchers protecting the target he was going to attack, he would never have taken this contract.
Let alone staying in this camp after the attack failed.
Lynn recognized Jadd.
Although he was a bit younger than the one in his memory, he was undoubtedly the Cat School witcher who wanted to break the witcher's law and hoped to be the first to die of old age in bed.
Lynn shook his head: "I'm different from you. We take protection jobs."
"Whatever you say, little wolf cub," Jadd put his sword back into its scabbard and spread his hands, "I say, we don't have to fight to the death. There are already few witchers. If one or two more witchers die from infighting, it's even more unworthy..."
Before Jadd could finish speaking, his wrist suddenly flicked, and a sleeve arrow hidden under his arm shot out a cold light, flying straight towards Lynn.
But before Jadd could show a smug look, a flash of fire suddenly lit up in his vision.
Jadd hurriedly dodged. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to avoid the Igni sign that was aimed at his brow at the last moment.
"Treacherous Cat School!"
"Despicable little wolf cub!"
Jadd didn't expect that the other party had the same idea as him.
What about being partners of justice?
After dodging the flames, Jadd drew his steel sword and rushed towards Lynn.
Lynn did not run away, he accepted the challenge.
Steel swords swung and turned around the witchers, both dodging each other's attacks, dancing a dance of death.
Bright sparks flew every time the metal collided.
Jadd's sword was fast, but not fast enough.
The unique mutations of the Cat School gave him faster reactions and speed, but the current him had not yet reached the level of more than ten years later. His swordsmanship was still only in the ranks of proficiency, and had not yet reached the realm of a master.
Lynn, who was more skilled, found and seized his flaw.
Jadd also noticed it, but it was too late.
Lynn swiftly swung his sharp sword, splitting open his abdomen.
Jadd screamed, dropped his steel sword, and took a few steps back. Lynn chased after him and kicked Jadd in front of the burning tent.
The sharp sword once again drew a long arc, splitting Jadd's torso diagonally from the collarbone.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Jadd screamed again and fell to his knees.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen.
He stared intently at the wound, as if doing so could make it heal.
Lynn raised the Gwyhyr sword, ready to swing down.
At this moment, Jadd suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with hatred.
"My career has just begun to flourish, and I haven't even had time to pursue the woman I love. How can I die here..."
Lynn didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.
A cold light flashed, and the world became quiet.
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