Captive

"Dealing with that many at once is still a bit overwhelming..."

Breaking the last of the spell shields and emerging from behind the spitting image, Witcher shook off his sore arm.

Each of these Transcendents had one or two defensive abilities, and could not be killed in a single blow, and sometimes there were several chasing cuts before they could be resolved.

So by the end of the day, those sparse bodies were just spread out over several kilometers.

His body was also strewn with traces of flames and frost and lightning strikes, and the cursed armor took another attack from a variety of transcendent abilities, turning it into a tattered and torn beggar's outfit.

Finally, he walked back carrying what appeared to be the head of the legionnaire.

Throwing the head, which was filled with a look of disappointment, forward, Eleazar looked coldly at the woman sitting on her knees and crying.

So many people had tried so hard to escort her away, but in the end, it was she who had given up her chance to escape.

Eleazar stepped forward and broke off her Swordmaster's gauntlet first and confiscated the saber before finally asking lightly:

"If you want to live, give me your name and identity, if you don't want to live, squeal and I'll give you a hard time!"

The face, full of horror, lifted.

"Fi... Phyllis Harman, the twelfth daughter of the Earth Sovereign..."

The king's daughter?

No wonder so many loyal servants wanted to escort her away, presumably they had pressed their entire fortune into the struggle for kingship.

It's just that those people have really bad eyes.

Eleazar let out a sneer at once and continued to thwart the will of the woman who had broken down and surrendered halfway through her escape.

"It's bad luck for those people to trust their lives to the likes of you."

For the first time, faced with such a big failure where her life was gray, this king's daughter would only cry.

"Get up!!!"

With a shout, Eleazar bound his opponent's hands with a length of rope and then led the way back.

Those tribal warriors, already collecting supplies from the enemy.

Eleazar looked at the crates and without looking back asked, "What's all in there?"

The heart is full of fear and anxiety of the king's daughter raises her head, sees the surrounding tribal warriors all in the use of cannibalistic gazes at their own, and then hastily lowers her head, and says weakly:

"Medicine... Potions, armor tablets, food, armament consumables..."

Eleazar took a step and turned again to walk over to the collection, kicking away the heads of the bandits and stepping in through the path that cringed apart, rummaging for Rune's potion to look at it.

All of them were exquisitely crafted bottles that looked as if they were manufactured in bulk by some alchemy workshop, seeing that Transcendent Potions had already been commercialized in Ruen.

Eleazar rummages through a bottle of what appears to be a potion to restore transcendental activity and tastes it.

"Well, not even close..."

The toxicity of these too finely diluted potions had been reduced to a minuscule amount, not only did he feel nothing at all when he drank it, but the amount of recovery was also pitifully small, and compared to his concocted potions, it was estimated that ten bottles might only be worth one.

Another way for people in this place to drink alchemical potions like water?

Eleazar mused for a moment, taking all five of those remaining boxes of alchemical potions, a full five hundred assorted recovery potions.

Those tribal warriors around them suddenly caught their breath, but they didn't dare to stop them at all, didn't dare to say a word, and didn't even dare to raise their sight.

The strongest is the strongest, the weakest is the strongest, and this is the universal code of all places!

Witcher conquers these people with his great strength.

The king's daughter watched the scene dumbfounded, and a phrase that the Swordsmanship Instructor had once said suddenly surfaced in her mind.

"When you are strong enough in yourself, all men shall bow down and listen to your whispers, and that is a greater proof than any power or wealth..."

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"Why you even captured a woman back!"

Winning the battle, Evelea, sitting on the sentry tower, is angry.

She said furiously, "How dare you bring another woman back when you haven't explained those few things of yours!"

"What is it?"

Fina suddenly pushed open the door to her room and came out, looking at the two. "It's nothing, a few transcendental objects of unknown origin." Evelea looked absently into the distance.

"Oh, is the fight over?"

Fina, who had just woken up, yawned.

Throwing his captive into confinement on the first floor, Eleazar walks up to the second floor and embraces the two men.

"A glorious victory, a big win!"

The witch grunted with displeasure, one hand twisting hard in her waistband before realizing something was wrong.

"It shouldn't be, is this seal so trashy that its main function is confinement?"

Eleazar looks down at the cursed armor full of holes, shrugs, and puts it away.

"It's normal, I perfume it and it perfumes me..."

"Supplementing three portions of sacred energy per day is only its full strength, I'm supplementing one portion per day now, and it's already being facetious by not continuously devouring my transcendent activity."

The witch bristled, "Can the church do something about it."

Eleazar smiled and would prop her up.

"Stop whining and hug me..."

Evelea pouted and held out her arms.

Fina turned back strangely as she listened to the commotion downstairs.

"What are you doing bringing back a captive?"

"What monarch? Oh, the daughter of the Earth Knight, didn't you guys slaughter one of their sons a while ago, I don't know what the situation is like over here, I didn't dare to do it casually, so I brought it back for you to dispose of, if you think it's useless... If you think it's useless... just throw it out..."

Eleazar said, looking out into the meadow.

The group of tribal warriors was already having a celebratory feast, a bonfire, several cauldrons, severed hands and feet floating in the boiling pot of water, and the tribal sorcerer was sprinkling spices on the side.

It turned out that those tribal warriors weren't human, so it was no wonder that the witch had used them as if they were livestock.

"The king's daughter? Coming to crusade against witches for a reward?"

After a moment's thought, Fina smiled faintly.

Then she turned her head to the witch, "Do you have what it takes to control a country?"

Evelea froze slightly, keeping her head down in thought for a long moment.

"Huh, seems like fun..."

...

Phyllis sat in the corner of the room with her knees clutched, staring blankly, her mind filled with the dying screams of her subordinates just now.

Yes, she was afraid of death, but just now that battle of escape, as long as dared to resist all one without leaving was wiped out, she is the daughter of the king, completely waiting for the royal family to redeem her, do not have to take this kind of risk at all, so she chickened out.

I just don't know what kind of humiliation I'll be subjected to during this time, and what my fate will be when I return...

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and three figures with their backs to the sun stood in the doorway, unable to see their faces, only feeling an endless surge of malice.