The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 82: They're Here
Chapter 82: They're Here
Even the soldiers who had been carefully selected to carry out this mission couldn't help the slight trembling of their tense arms.
As for the caravan guards who were half-crouching behind the soldiers, aiming their crossbows through the gaps in the shields, they didn't even dare to take a deep breath.
Even the young and vigorous Sir Royce couldn't help but turn his head to look at Triss.
Perhaps hoping to gain courage from the sorceress.
Triss did not disappoint him.
The beautiful sorceress's expression remained unwavering.
And when she felt Sir Royce's gaze upon her, she met his eyes and gave him a reassuring smile.
The hesitation and panic in Sir Royce's heart instantly dissipated by more than half.
He loudly encouraged, "Soldiers, hold on! Fight for the King!"
The soldiers responded with equally loud roars.
The rustling sounds around them gradually lessened until they stopped completely.
But no one showed a relaxed expression.
Because they all knew.
This didn't mean that the mysterious presence in the forest had left, but rather that they had completed their encirclement.
What happened next also confirmed this.
"Merciful goddess Melitele, what in the world are those things?"
Along with Tyrion's exclamation of shock,
everyone finally saw clearly the figures emerging from the eerie gaps in the forest.
They were black wolves, one after another.
Or rather, creatures that had once been black wolves.
But now, their eyes were blood-red, their fur was filthy, and they had multiple lacerated wounds on their bodies.
The blood had long since dried up.
From their wounds, one could even see the bare white bones.
"What are you gawking at? Tyrion! Tell your men to shoot arrows! Kill those sons of bitches!"
Sir Royce's roar woke Tyrion from his daze.
The short merchant, who usually always had a smiling face, now rarely showed a fierce side. "Shoot! Free fire!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Even the soldiers who had been carefully selected to carry out this mission couldn't help the slight trembling of their tense arms.
As for the caravan guards who were half-crouching behind the soldiers, aiming their crossbows through the gaps in the shields, they didn't even dare to take a deep breath.
Even the young and vigorous Sir Royce couldn't help but turn his head to look at Triss.
Perhaps hoping to gain courage from the sorceress.
Triss did not disappoint him.
The beautiful sorceress's expression remained unwavering.
And when she felt Sir Royce's gaze upon her, she met his eyes and gave him a reassuring smile.
The hesitation and panic in Sir Royce's heart instantly dissipated by more than half.
He loudly encouraged, "Soldiers, hold on! Fight for the King!"
The soldiers responded with equally loud roars.
The rustling sounds around them gradually lessened until they stopped completely.
But no one showed a relaxed expression.
Because they all knew.
This didn't mean that the mysterious presence in the forest had left, but rather that they had completed their encirclement.
What happened next also confirmed this.
"Merciful goddess Melitele, what in the world are those things?"
Along with Tyrion's exclamation of shock,
everyone finally saw clearly the figures emerging from the eerie gaps in the forest.
They were black wolves, one after another.
Or rather, creatures that had once been black wolves.
But now, their eyes were blood-red, their fur was filthy, and they had multiple lacerated wounds on their bodies.
The blood had long since dried up.
From their wounds, one could even see the bare white bones.
"What are you gawking at? Tyrion! Tell your men to shoot arrows! Kill those sons of bitches!"
Sir Royce's roar woke Tyrion from his daze.
The short merchant, who usually always had a smiling face, now rarely showed a fierce side. "Shoot! Free fire!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—