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Viajante Witcher - SI AU

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Emerson_Leite · Video Games
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15. Terror

Just two days later, Geralt arrives in Kaer Morhen. Along with him, a beautiful, blonde, and very sexy sorceress.

Keira Metz, the sorceress who seriously believed that Radovid would forgive her when she delivered him a cure for one of the most serious diseases in this world.

When Geralt brought her to her senses, she agreed to come to Kaer Morhen in his company, and almost instantly, Lambert started hitting on the woman.

Not that she didn't reciprocate, but when she heard my idea, regarding Kaedwen, Liria and Rivia and Aedirn, she almost had a fit. Geralt was the first to leave, two days later, to meet Stennis I, and present the idea.

Keira, Lambert and Eskel left three days after Geralt, going straight to Rastburg, to help Meve with the preparations for the arrival of me and my army.

Vesemir decided to stay in Kaer Morhen, just because it is his custom, and even more so now that he is close to recovering a way to do the herbal test, but in a faster and less painful way.

Another point was that he said that, Ciri might show up, and he wanted to be here, to welcome her and help her if needed. Meanwhile, I was waiting for the arrival of my first batch of soldiers.

This was only two weeks after the departure of Keira, Lambert and Eskel.

170 mercenaries, hired at a price of gold by the king, came to invade, and take me into custody into the king's presence.

Wearing only cloth clothes, my sword already drawn in my hand, I passed through the gates and stopped, while the same locked me outside.

Vezemir just stood on the wall, watching everything. His expression was one of complete displeasure. As soon as the gate closes, I look at Vezemir.

"Look carefully, this is my best kept secret," I tell him, and see his surprised face.

I run toward the mercenaries, and begin my dance of death.

The scene was very reminiscent of Madara, in the ninja war, but the difference was, there, they knew him, they feared him, and the guy was very nice. In my case, they just thought I was a wizard like any other, and only when the killing started did they understand the real problem they were facing.

My sword was literally taking lives and making blood gush. But Vezemir noticed that not a single drop of blood touched the ground, creating only a sphere, which grew larger and larger as time went on.

It was only a one-sided massacre, and only 3 people would be alive to tell the tale. Vezemir, who was staring in astonishment at the scene, me, the one responsible for everything, and a mercenary soldier, who was in tears, cowering in a corner, praying for someone to save him.

After feeding myself with half of the gigantic blood sphere I formed, I used the same sphere to feed my soldiers, using my necromancy, making the soldiers I had taken down return, but now as my soldiers.

Looking directly at the boy who survived, I give a slight smile.

"Go back, but be sure to tell Henselt, that I am coming, and that nothing will stop my going to him. But I warn you soon, I will know where you are, if you don't deliver the message and run away from there, you will die too.

If you don't deliver the message, you will be the first to die. Do I make myself clear, or should I give you something to always remember?" I say, and the boy wisely makes the right decision.

He runs towards one of the horses, and leaves, to warn the king.

I then look at Vesemir, who looked incredulous.

"Vesemir, wake up and open the gate!" I shout to the old man, who quickly opens the gate, and my new army, if I can call it that, enters and stands in the courtyard, as a good group of soldiers should.

"What the fuck are you?" Vesemir can't help himself and asks.

"Now I know where Lambert learned those words from," I tease the old man a little, "I am what they call a Transcendent Vampire. But don't worry, unlike the others, I am not prone to kill people to drink blood.

I do that only when the feast presents itself to me. As it was in this case." I reply, and see the old man a little too tense. "Ahh, now you want to get tense and worried? I've lived with you for months on end, so snap out of it."

I say, and I was upset, that was my fear. People, no matter who they are, are afraid of the unknown, and especially in my case, knowing the horrors that those who carry the name Vampire, bring to people.

So I started working on the appearance of my army. I did sort of what Qyburn did with the Mountain, but I at least prepared armor, or rather, transfigured cooler armor, and more presentable helmets.

Nothing fancy, it was just all enclosed. It gave them the appearance of machines, since they didn't need to eat, sleep, or anything like that. But I still gave the order for them to be as human as possible, just for looks.

It was only two weeks later that I left for Aard Carraigh.

I am a very nice person, I gave the king time to prepare, while the news of my going to him spread among the people. It was a very simple tactic, inform the people, and let their minds decide what to do.

The fear of war can be more dangerous than the war itself. Especially when your king is more focused on this than on the welfare of the people. Dissatisfaction causes the people's support to drop, and as they say, there is no king without his people.

Our march was calm, without any hurry, just letting the tension take hold of the enemy soldiers.

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When we arrived, even the gates were not closed. The idiot king apparently did not take the boy's message seriously. Well, that must be why his head is hanging on the gate.

Without waiting long, I just moved my soldiers forward.