Chapter 1141
"Perhaps because Ciri stayed in the Eastern Han Dynasty for a long time, the next time we crossed the World Gate, we did not leave Earth.
It's just that we came to the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor era, more than three thousand years from the Eastern Han Dynasty.
When Ciri and I met the Dragon Queen for the third time, she was forging Xuanyuan Sword for Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor at the foot of Shoushan Mountain.
Only three people could see her, I, Ciri and a Mage named Guangchengzi.
She told us that if you come, you will be at peace, first help Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor to take the south of the river before leaving.
So, Ciri and I will become the Yellow Emperor's General."
Gerold was very excited, but dwarf was stunned.
"Who are the Yellow Emperor and Guangchengzi?"
"The legendary characters. If I hadn't traveled to the Eastern Han Dynasty first, I wouldn't know how lucky oneself is." Gerold said excitedly said.
"Lucky what?" Tyrion couldn't understand.
"Ai, you don't understand, that was the beginning of the Legendary Era."
dwarf didn't understand Witcher's feelings, so he just said perfunctorily: "Traveling through so many worlds in a row, It's no wonder you're confused when you keep crossing the timeline."
Two days later, they entered Ebin, one of the four major subsidiary countries of the Nilfgaardian Empire in the south.
It was a Sealord kingdom full of rivers and lakes.
At the edge of a large lake called Stone Lake, Tyrion meets three of Melisandre and Gerold's teammates.
Unexpectedly, he sees "good grandson" Brandon again.
"You're Brandon...why are you here?" dwarf wondered.
"I happened to be passing by." Brandon is a lot more mature, a middle-aged handsome uncle in his thirties, dressed like Witcher, and carrying a great sword.
The vicissitudes of life, the rough and dark skin, and the different world lingua franca with a local accent make him a native Witcher.
Well, it's not uncommon for Witcher to mutate his body due to drinking the "green grass" potion, and silver hair is not uncommon.
In fact, Gerold and Ciri both have white hair, one is milky white and the other is gray, and Brandon's silver hair doesn't stand out.
"You're the Witcher? I thought you were back at Westeros." dwarf looked at him with a puzzled expression.
The Witcher does not require castration, but also loses fertility.
"Ai, I did go back, but my brother King was so stingy that he wouldn't even give me an Earldom. I didn't want to be angry, so I came to the Witcher world to work hard again." Brandon said angrily.
"It has been more than a hundred years since the founding of the country, and the Seven Kingdoms territory has a carrot and a pit earlier, how can Earldom seal it for you." dwarf rolled his eyes at him.
"The throne was supposed to be mine. I was also the Archduke of Storm's End back then. At least give me Storm's End back, right?" Bran said.
"Storm's End is similar to Dragonstone in the Aegon period, belonging to the Fiefdom of the Crown Prince. Here's to you. Where will the Crown Prince experience in the future?"
dwarf glanced at the few people who came over curiously. , said impatiently: "Okay, don't talk about the bad things in the Seven Kings room, what level are you now?"
"Level 7 Peak sword saint, Sorcerer's level is close to Half God, plus Witcher's Body modification and unique spell spell, most Sword God is not my opponent." Bran said proudly.
"You also participated in the trial of green grass (ps)? You really don't want to be a child anymore?" Dwarf was shocked.
"I don't even have Fiefdom, so what do I want the heir to inherit? And I left several illegitimate children in my early years, and now even my grandson is ready to get married." Bran said proudly.
"Fuck!"
Gerold frowned: "Where did you come from and why did you just pass by?"
"Didn't you invite him?" dwarf was surprised.
"Bran was found by me." Melisandre came over, pointed to the Swordsman in old iron armor behind Bran, and said, "I heard that Oxon Ford Academy is developing perpetual motion machines, I am very curious. , I planned to go and have a look.
But unexpectedly at the gate of the Academy, I saw these unlucky bastards being stripped and dumped on the stakes. It was not convenient for me to shoot, so I found killing in the vicinity Bran of monsters and eliminating demons."
"You..." dwarf looked at the four armored Swordsman carefully, and always felt that they had a familiar aura.
Suddenly, he moved his expression, surprised: "You are Maester? Are you stealing someone else's technology again?"
Swordsman looked embarrassed, "How can the academic exchange between Maesters be possible? Is it stealing?"
dwarf was silent.
In the past ten years, he has seen countless times Maester who was chopped off, sold to brotherl, whipped, ... Books, technology stolen, found, tortured, humiliated, killed.
At the beginning, he also saved a few people, and persuaded them to try to exchange with equivalents.
"We are poor! Without the financial support of the kingdom, the precious books collected by our ancestors were packaged and taken away by the Dragon Queen a hundred years ago... And, for the sake of truth and knowledge, we Maester also Not afraid to die," Maesters said.
After that, he didn't care about them anymore, they weren't afraid of death anyway.
"What technology is this time for?" dwarf said casually.
"Perpetual motion machines! The Oxon Ford Academy is working on perpetual motion machines, and it's almost there," said bearded Swordsman excitedly.
"You are still Maester, don't you understand the law of conservation of energy?" Tyrion snort disdainfully.
"In the Magic Era, nothing is impossible. Scholars should rely on facts, and cannot distort false delusions based on the will of oneself." Maester was not convinced.
"Fuck, this should really be heard by your Old Seniors a hundred years ago." dwarf complained.
"Stop arguing, Ciri is waiting for us!" Gerold said.
"Make a strategy first." dwarf looked around the crowd, "Tell me about oneself's abilities and weaknesses. The opponent is in the fortress, so it's definitely not possible to fight alone."
"I It's a Sword God-level Witcher who can be an Assaulter." Gerold turned to Bran, his eyes stopped for a moment on the iron Griffin badge on his chest, "Are you a Witcher of the Griffin faction?"
"Well, I'm proficient in sword technique, Fire Sorcery and Heal, and Witcher's spell is also very good, and can be a second striker to help you." Bran said.
The Witcher in this world is divided into three sects, the neutral wolf school, only hunts monsters, and does not participate in any politics.
Gerold is the representative of Wolf Sect.
The griffins advocating the spirit of the Knight, pay attention to personal character and self-cultivation, and do all noble things. Not only killing monsters and eliminating demons, but also being chivalrous and fighting injustice.
The Griffin faction has the Magic knowledge reserve that even Mage covets, and the French and Indian technology far surpasses the other two factions. It is also for this reason that Bran chose to join the Griffin School.
Not only him, but many Knights and Warrior's Sons who have traveled to different worlds have chosen to join the Griffin School whose philosophy conforms to the teachings of The Seven and has the strongest educational resources.
For the Witcher of this world, the biggest disadvantage of the Griffin School is that the fees for missions are low, and they don't even charge for work in vain.
But for different world Knights, they don't care about gold coins.
Finally, the radical cat faction, they are notorious, as long as they give money, they will accept any work. Also because of the unique herbal medicine, when the body mutates, it is easy to give birth to mental illness with extreme thoughts.
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Ciri is imprisoned in a boulder fortress on a cliff by Stone Lake.
Source Wegford set up a complete defense system in the castle. There are archers and iron shield soldiers led by sword saint on the periphery. When entering the castle, they encounter a large number of assassin and Magic traps.
The battle process was extremely tragic. Two of the four Maester swordsmen were burned to charcoal and could not be rescued. The other was exiled by accidental teleportation. The Heal of dwarf is sure to be wiped out.
But in the end they won.
Because of Aunt Mel's prophecy.
In her habitual prophecy at five o'clock in the morning, she foresees Source's killing move -- the Magic Array, a lore that threatens everyone.
Then arrange the dwarf who has completed the whole body Wyrm Transformation to block the fatal blow and create conditions for Gerold's counter-killing sword.
It's basically a replica of the Battle of Winterfell, where she and Stannis helped Dany create the chance to kill Others King.
Different from the coup d'etat of Sinide, that was not the home of Source, and he was unable to cause a fatal crisis to Red Woman. That's why Red Woman didn't spot the coup early in the crisis predictions every morning.
This time is different. In oneself's lair, Source has the ability to destroy Gerold's special rescue female squad.
"I came here just to be a meat shield?" After the battle, dwarf collapsed on the floor of the underground hall, panting weakly.
"For Holy Heal. Although Brandon Prince is a direct descendant of Dragon Queen, he is not Cleric. He can only heal oneself through Targaryen's unique Dragon Language Magic." Aunt Mel said with a pale face.
She's not in good shape either.
Source is too strong, placed in the world of Song of Ice and Fire, it is almost as good as the powerful Heavenly God who comprehends multiple Principle Songs.
Except Principle Song, many Mages are stronger than Half God.
But neither Aunt Mel nor Tyrion sang the Principle Song of oneself.
"Thank you, thank you everyone for saving me...so many people died for me." Ciri was grateful and guilty.
"For you, it is worth dying for many people." Suddenly, a faint voice came from above.
"Who?" Bran turned around suddenly, immediately pupil shrink, and said in shock, "I read it right, you—"
The underground hall is a huge building built in the mountain. The circular laboratory is about 200 square meters, the highest point of the dome is 12 meters, and there is a circle of platforms between the ground and the ceiling.
You can stand on the platform to observe the test progress below.
Ciri was strapped to a Magic sci-fi reclining chair when the Squad arrived.
The chair is connected to strange tubes and glass bottles, and the surface of the bottle and the rubber tube also has splendid glyphs... This is a bloodline conversion device, invented by Source, which can extract the Greek Elder Blood in , integrated into the body of oneself.
Ciri has been drawn many times these days, but there is no strange magic power in the blood that alters the physique.
Source was recently improving the device, trying to exchange spinal fluid with Ciri, and Gerold's entire group killed it.
At this time, in the hall, Source was lying on the side with blood and flesh, and everyone was tired, sitting or standing, slowly recovering from their injuries. The fragments of the experimental table, instruments, bottles and jars were spread on the ground.
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On the observation platform on the second floor, a middle-aged man with red Sun leather armor on a black background and a crown of flames appeared silently.
The man's majestic appearance has a majestic aura on his body, but his expression is slightly gloomy.
"You—" Bran looked at the man stammering in disbelief.
"Brandon Prince, we meet again." The middle-aged man chuckled, his skin laughing but not smiling, and his eyes flashing with murderous intentions.
"Doni, or, well, the Hill Great Emperor," Gerold's expression darkened, but he wasn't as shocked as Brandon, "I really hope you came here just to save Ciri, not Wei Wei. The owner of Gofortes, come out to rescue now."
"Wigfortes is indeed my dog, but unfortunately he is not very obedient, otherwise there would be no embarrassment at the moment." Graveyard The Great Emperor of Bundi indifferently said.