Old Spearhead Has Arrived!

"Wrong!"

The Sorceress suddenly stood up from beside the willow tree.

Upon hearing this, the Chief of the School of the Wolf paused for a moment, then asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Could the situation be even worse at the ' The Glutton ' venue?"

The Sorceress glanced at Soyer sideways, said nothing, and quickly rushed towards the Killer Lake.

Although the chief was still unaware of the situation, he naturally could not allow Vesemir to disrupt the apprentices' Trial of the Mountains. He quickly caught up with the Sorceress and blocked her path.

Seeing this, the other Witcher Master quickly stepped forward and surrounded the Sorceress.

Trials are sacred to witchers.

According to the School of the Wolf, a Witcher is born twice in his lifetime.

Once in the mother's womb, and another time during the Trial of the Mountains.

Through the trials of choice, grass, and dreams, the Witcher apprentice draws nourishment and grows rapidly.

Finally, during the Trial of the Mountains, he shed his past identity and became a true Witcher.

As for death during the trials.

Even for noblewomen, childbirth is always risky, isn't it?

Moreover, many Witcher believe.

This trial, much like pregnancy and childbirth, is itself a magical ritual that bestows power and the favor of destiny upon the Witcher.

Therefore, no one can disrupt this trial in front of the Witcher.

Even if she is Vesemir, the Sorceress who has done favors for the School of the Wolf.

"Vesemir, stop!" Soyer stopped the Sorceress with one hand and said seriously, "I thought we had reached an agreement."

Vesemir tilted her head, glancing left and right at the Witcher Master who had him firmly surrounded.

Out of respect, no one has placed their hand on the hilt of the sword yet.

But the Sorceress knew that if she took another step forward, these seemingly benign witchers would glare at her with eyes like tigers and leopards, attack her, and bind her.

At such close range, she wasn't confident she could leave without harming them.

not to mention...

Vesemir glanced at Soyer, whose face was grave, and sighed inwardly.

Why didn't you record the coordinates of the Cyclops' cave beforehand?

The Sorceress inwardly berated herself.

"Vesemir, I thought we had reached an agreement!" Soyer repeated.

This time his tone was very serious, as if he no longer cared about his relationship with the Sorceress.

After a moment of silence, Vesemir could only helplessly take two steps back and say:

"Is there a problem with the Trial of the Mountains?"

"What's the problem?" the Witcher Master asked in unison.

"If Cyclops is hungry, he will become irritable and his aggression will increase sharply."

Soyer lowered his head in thought, as if he had thought of something.

The Witcher Master looked at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, the white-haired witcher asked curiously:

"We all know that, of course, but what does it have to do with ' Old Spearhead '?"

"The water ghosts around Killer Lake are enough to fill his stomach."

The Sorceress gritted her teeth, her fair cheeks puffed out slightly, filled with resentment and regret, and said:

"Two weeks ago... I took care of all the water ghosts in Killer Lake..."

After struggling to reveal the truth, Vesemir's speech became increasingly rapid:

"... The Cyclops doesn't hibernate at all; on the contrary, this is when it's most ferocious..."

"... If we go now, there's still a chance to save the apprentices; if we delay any longer, it will be too late..."

The Witcher Master remained silent for a long time before Soyer was the first to raise his head.

"Are you sure that if you save him this time, you can save him next time?"

"Fate is warning you, Vesemir! Fate is warning you! Have you forgotten the consequences of defying the Accident Law?"

The Sorceress was stunned upon hearing this, her face turning deathly pale, and her whole body becoming as cold as if she had entered an ice cellar.

A few seconds later, she put her right hand to her forehead, her body trembling, and she swayed weakly, about to fall backward, but was caught by Soyer, who had been watching closely.

The Chief of the School of the Wolf glanced at the other witchers, shook his head, and gestured for them to leave.

The Witcher Master knew something was wrong. They nodded slightly to Soyer and then quietly walked away without making a sound.

The chief sighed as he glanced down at the pale-faced Sorceress.

Such a powerful woman, the Crimson Fox who once instilled fear and trembled in all nations.

At this moment, she seemed as vulnerable and helpless as an ordinary peasant woman.

He looked up in the direction of the giant's cave, sighed again, and said:

"Wei, look on the bright side. Since we can't escape fate, what's meant to happen will happen, won't it?"

"First of all... Filius Miraculi— the Child of Miracle —was born in a bitterly cold land..."

Upon hearing this, Vesemir regained some color in her face, and then, in a daze, she continued, using the chief's broken pronunciation:

"Death and rebirth, non-human beings bring blood and fire..."

"Yes, the power of fate cannot be defied."

"It was destined that he would survive; he was bound to survive."

Seeing that the Sorceress had recovered somewhat, Soyer breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately warned her again:

"Don't do anything unnecessary, Vesemir."

"This is his path, and interference from others will only backfire."

The Sorceress nodded, pushed aside the chief priest, and stood up.

After getting up, she glanced in the direction of Ailin, a fleeting look of worry in her eyes.

Then she turned to look at the chief who had been pushed aside, snapped her fingers, and asked expressionlessly:

"Don't you men worry about your children at all?"

Soyer's body stiffened instantly after a helpless shrug, and he said helplessly:

"Just consider us witchers, transformed into cold-blooded monsters by White Gull Potion..."

The Sorceress looked at him intently, reflecting on her repeated attempts to defy fate, only to receive increasingly worse results.

The frustration in my heart had nowhere to be expressed.

Vesemir turned her gaze back to the area nestled among trees and surrounded by mountains, and sighed softly:

"Is fate... truly so... inescapable...?"

The entrance to the cave of the Old Spearhead.

What kind of wild animal is the most dangerous?

Thinking about Old Spearhead's possible current state, a question flashed through Ailin's mind.

He didn't believe that a mere Cyclops could end his life, but he wasn't alone.

"Ailin, is there a problem?"

Seeing that Ailin's expression turned strange after asking the question, Huus couldn't help but ask with concern.

Fred and Bont, sensing something was amiss, also fell silent and watched Ailin.

"Old Spearhead might be awake at this time."

Ailin glanced at the apprentices, his tone somewhat heavy.

"What!" the apprentices exclaimed.

Fortunately, they remembered that this was not Kaer Morhen and deliberately lowered their voices, otherwise Old Spearhead might have arrived by now.

Ailin nodded, his expression serious.

"The water ghosts in Killer Lake were wiped out not long ago for some... um... special reasons."

"So..."

Upon hearing this, the apprentices exchanged glances, their expressions not looking too good.

Fred said indignantly, "Who did this? This is too much..."

"It's Lady Vesemir!" Ailin said quickly.

"... This is amazing!"

Fred's tone took an abrupt turn, narrowly managing to salvage the situation.

After the incident with Leto, Vesemir gave his apprentices a general overview of the status and character of Sorceress.

Although the specific details were not explained, the apprentices could naturally feel the indescribable weight of Leto's disappearance.

"Ailin, what should we do now?"

"Bont asked quickly."

After pondering for a moment, Ailin was about to speak.

Sudden.

"Buzz~"

There was some tremor in the ground.

The apprentices were stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

"Thump~"

The heavy thud of a heavy object hitting the ground came from the deep, dark cave, leaving them looking at each other in bewilderment.

Ailin's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He knew.

Old Spearhead is here!

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