Chapter 571

In the Marvel universe, the system had a day job.

Learning Witchcraft was nothing like learning programming. You couldn't search online and find piles of tutorials and examples.

Armed with a few parchment scrolls and whatever information he could gather, Kaecilius had gone from knowing nothing to grasping the basics in just a few years. He clearly had talent. Had he been born into a family with a tradition of it, he likely would have made an excellent Demon Hunter.

Using the Witchcraft recorded on the scrolls, Kaecilius had modified the Goblins he found in the cavern.

Real Goblins stood about half a meter to a meter tall. Their fighting ability hovered around that of a goose, depending on the circumstances. As weak creatures tended to do, they swarmed an enemy in a fight, then scattered at the first sign of trouble.

They were a species that bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Most lived underground or deep in remote forests.

So...

When Geralt saw tracks resembling Goblin footprints, he never connected them to creatures weighing three hundred pounds.

He could hardly be blamed.

As chance would have it, Kaecilius had been nearby when Daniel Gates camped at Eden Lake. One glance told him Daniel was Bor Gates's descendant.

The father and son looked far too much alike.

That face brought back the night of slaughter and the memory of his dead wife.

Rage swallowed him whole.

So much for "Bor was the one at fault; his child had nothing to do with it." Kaecilius wanted revenge.

He controlled the Modified Goblins, intending to abduct everyone.

But his emotions ran so high that they affected the Goblins.

One of the Modified Goblins beat a person to death.

The blood drove the Modified Goblins into a frenzy, and they devoured