Pain, fatigue, hunger and thirst.
Dick reluctantly opened his eyes, moved his sore neck, and found that the injuries on his body had basically recovered, but the feeling of weakness kept coming.
He immediately reached into his space pocket, took out a lot of food, and wolfed it down, taking a sip of water from the bottle from time to time.
After a few minutes, Dick calmed down, then stood up and looked around.
Only then did I realize that I didn't seem to be at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, but at the outskirts of No Man's Land again.
But when you hear the hissing sound of Nekker coming from the front, you can still smell the rotten smell.
What's going on?
Where did Ruiwen go?
She should have saved me, but where is she?
Dick looked up at the sky again.
Huh? Why is it still dark?
The sun is almost setting!
The sun... sets?
Could it be that I was in a coma for nearly a day?
Dick pressed his temples with both hands, feeling something bad:
Ruiwen Something may have happened, but I can't enter this formation alone, so I have to return to the Witcher Castle to find the warlock for help.
And about Master, Beier must be informed.
Kaer Morhen, main castle hall.
A group of drunkards, demon hunters and warlocks were still talking and laughing. Some of them were already dizzy from drinking and fell aside.
The companion next to him continued to drink, pointing at the drunken companion on the ground and laughing at him from time to time.
At this time, Master narrowed his eyes and looked at everything around him with satisfaction. He was about to call Alexander and ask him to announce something important for him, but after scanning a few times, the sorcerer apprentice was nowhere to be seen.
Huh, he's not here at such an important moment. It seems like he needs to be taught some good manners in the future.
Masike was dissatisfied, but when he thought about what was about to happen, this emotion was quickly washed away by joy and madness.
Then, he walked straight to the center of the hall, clapped his hands vigorously, opened his arms and waved, and said loudly:
"Everyone, I have something to announce regarding the future destiny of Witcher Order."
"You're a pseudo-gentleman, and you want to be a conspicuous person? You have to fart quickly!" Aode on the table next to him had a big tongue and slurred drunkenly.
Master snorted coldly and looked around again. He saw that the demon hunters still ignored his words and just drank by themselves. The scene was still in chaos.
A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he reached out to his waist with his right hand to grab the dagger. He exerted force on his wrist and shot the dagger towards the throat of the demon hunter who was lifting the wine glass in front of him.
With a "squeak" sound, the demon hunter's eyes widened in disbelief, his hands subconsciously covering his throat, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably. The porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", breaking into two halves, and the wine spilled all over the floor.
In an instant, the hall became quiet, as if time had frozen, and everyone's eyes were directed at Master.
"Master, what the hell are you doing?" Boar watched his companion at the table die in front of his eyes. He was immediately furious. He clenched fists as big as sandbags with both hands, stood up with a bang, and raised his feet to rush towards Master.
But as soon as he took two steps, it seemed as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he collapsed weakly to the ground, unable to move anymore.
The other demon hunters stood up one after another, but they only took a few steps and fell aside one after another.
What's worse, they fainted directly.
Seeing this, Aode quickly tried to use magic to stop Master.
But as soon as he made his hand movements, he felt as if the magic veins in his body were being grasped by an invisible big hand. A sharp convulsive pain hit him. He groaned in pain involuntarily, and his body collapsed and fell to the ground.
Beier sat on the chair and calmly raised his head slightly, saying calmly, "Master, if my guess is correct, you poisoned the food and drinks of all the demon hunters in this hall?"
Master snorted heavily from the nasal cavity again, with disdain on his face:
"Beier, until now, you are just fish on my chopping board.
"It is true that I poisoned the wine without knowing it during the banquet. Thanks to Ruiwen and Alexander's sophisticated pharmaceuticals, the medicine they made was almost colorless and odorless, and because you didn't know how to defend yourself, you were so easily tricked.
"Witchers are highly resistant to poison. I specially asked someone to transport this medicine from overseas. It is extremely expensive and has almost consumed half of the small treasury I have saved over the years.
"But it's all worth it. Now you can no longer resist me."
Beier continued to respond calmly, "I asked why I didn't notice the problem in the drink. It turns out that there is an alchemist master like Ruiwen involved. It seems that you have already planned it.
"But do you know that the demon hunter just now is our compatriot, and you just killed him just because he didn't listen to you?"
"Who told you not to listen to me?" Master glanced around, then stared at Beier fiercely, "Especially you!"
"Uh, why does it involve me?" Beier responded pretending to be confused while continuing to delay time.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a demon hunter dragging his weak body towards the warlock's laboratory in a blind corner of his vision.
There must be a large amount of [Golden Oriole Potion] stored in the laboratory, which is a magic potion that can reduce the toxicity of the body in a short period of time. However, after the expiration of the time limit, it will increase the toxicity of the demon hunter's body.
When a demon hunter encounters a difficult monster to deal with, he will choose to drink [Golden Oriole Potion] to temporarily reduce the toxicity so that he can drink the next bottle of magic potion in a short time to achieve the effect of battery life.
However, the aftereffects of this potion are too overbearing and will cause permanent damage to the body of the demon hunter. Therefore, in recent years, the Order has stopped producing it and has only hoarded some of the previous ones.
"Who let you School of the Grizzly Bear and School of the Coyote keep pressing on us School of the Lynx? But after today, I will become the leader of Witcher Order!"
"Is this the reason for you? I believe Vesemir is absolutely willing to give up the position of group leader to you. We can discuss it if we have anything to say."
An exaggerated and ferocious smile appeared at the corner of Master's mouth, "Hey, Beier, don't think that you can succeed by stalling for time."
Beier was shocked when he saw Master looking past him and looking coldly at the door of the laboratory.
At this time, the demon hunter had barely crawled there and was desperately holding on to the huge iron door of the laboratory, because there were several steel ropes and chains outside that tightly tied the iron door.
"How could I be unprepared? Beier, do you think your little cleverness can escape my eyes?
"You still want to go to the laboratory to get [Golden Oriole Potion] to detoxify? You are so naive! To tell you the truth, all the doors and windows in the main castle have been sealed from the outside while you were drunk. With your strength now, which is worse than that of a child, no one can escape!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure behind him swung his fist and hit him.
Master dodged sideways and easily dodged it. He raised his left leg high and hit Ali in the face with his foot.
There was only a muffled "click" sound, Ali's dough instantly deformed, and crisp cracking sounds were heard from the mandible and neck.
Before he could even utter a scream, he fell straight to the side and died.
"Ali!" Aode shouted in despair and pain. He opened his eyes wide and watched in disbelief as his old friend died right in front of his eyes.