The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 66: What Exactly Did You Protect?
Chapter 66: What Exactly Did You Protect?
"Kill him! Kill this mutant!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Along with Vrasleg's hysterical shouts, several crossbow bolts shot through the air, hitting the upright table squarely.
"Go around him! Shoot him from the side!"
Hidden behind the table, Lynn heard Vrasleg's furious voice and kicked the table.
Sending it flying.
Bang!
The three bandits holding crossbows directly in front of Lynn were still reloading their bolts.
Caught off guard, they were knocked over by the flying tabletop.
That wasn't the end of it.
Crouch, grip sword, lunge forward, draw sword.
A series of movements completed in one fluid motion.
The wooden floor creaked as Lynn pushed off, and he lunged forward like a charging ice wolf, slamming into the bandits who had just tried to flank him from the left.
The change happened too quickly.
Just a second ago, this witcher was clearly hiding behind the table.
Now, he had turned the tables.
One of the two bandits confronted by Lynn fumbled to draw the longsword at his waist.
The other frantically aimed his crossbow at Lynn.
Whoosh—
Clang!
The bandit who instinctively pulled the trigger watched in disbelief as the bolt shot towards Lynn's head.
Before joy could even register on his face,
he saw Lynn simply flick his sword.
Deflecting the crossbow bolt.
"Def... deflected it? How is that possible! Is he even human?"
As this thought formed in the bandit's mind, Lynn had already reached him.
The next second.
Lynn moved past the two bandits.
Instantly, blood spurted from their necks.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Four more crossbow bolts flew towards him.
Lynn ducked behind the bandit whose neck was bleeding, using him as a shield.
The crossbow bolts thudded into the corpse.
Lynn pushed the body away and formed a sign with his left hand.
"Igni."
Flames erupted from his palm.
"Kill him! Kill this mutant!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Along with Vrasleg's hysterical shouts, several crossbow bolts shot through the air, hitting the upright table squarely.
"Go around him! Shoot him from the side!"
Hidden behind the table, Lynn heard Vrasleg's furious voice and kicked the table.
Sending it flying.
Bang!
The three bandits holding crossbows directly in front of Lynn were still reloading their bolts.
Caught off guard, they were knocked over by the flying tabletop.
That wasn't the end of it.
Crouch, grip sword, lunge forward, draw sword.
A series of movements completed in one fluid motion.
The wooden floor creaked as Lynn pushed off, and he lunged forward like a charging ice wolf, slamming into the bandits who had just tried to flank him from the left.
The change happened too quickly.
Just a second ago, this witcher was clearly hiding behind the table.
Now, he had turned the tables.
One of the two bandits confronted by Lynn fumbled to draw the longsword at his waist.
The other frantically aimed his crossbow at Lynn.
Whoosh—
Clang!
The bandit who instinctively pulled the trigger watched in disbelief as the bolt shot towards Lynn's head.
Before joy could even register on his face,
he saw Lynn simply flick his sword.
Deflecting the crossbow bolt.
"Def... deflected it? How is that possible! Is he even human?"
As this thought formed in the bandit's mind, Lynn had already reached him.
The next second.
Lynn moved past the two bandits.
Instantly, blood spurted from their necks.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Four more crossbow bolts flew towards him.
Lynn ducked behind the bandit whose neck was bleeding, using him as a shield.
The crossbow bolts thudded into the corpse.
Lynn pushed the body away and formed a sign with his left hand.
"Igni."
Flames erupted from his palm.