nagpurpolice Chapter 106 Gratitude
Chapter 106 Gratitude
Chapter 106 Gratitude
"Step back, Marquis!"
A cold voice came from Geralt's throat.
Without glancing at Louise Pold, he pushed his way through the crowd to Vesemir's side.
The two stood tall and walked with firm steps as they entered the mist.
A suppressed roar echoed through the mist, and the glint of sword light could be faintly seen.
The entire Louis-Pold camp fell into a deathly silence.
Suddenly, a violent magical fluctuation emanated from behind them.
"Ugh!"
The commander blew the horn.
A fierce gust of wind rose from the ground, pulling Louis-Pold's flag straight and making it flutter loudly.
The mist was quickly dispersed, and several firefly-like lights scattered in all directions, illuminating the entire meadow of Raven Ridge.
Ms. Frey cast a spell.
Under the cold moonlight, the corpses of the knights and squires of Grafiakan were everywhere.
Terrible!
It was incredibly tragic!
Broken spears and halberds, dead horses and tattered flags, blood soaked the soil, making it look like a black asphalt road under the moonlight.
The knights of Grafiacan were divided into small groups, and their squires were almost entirely wiped out.
A knight found himself in the middle of the battlefield. His young face looked around, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, his eyes showed panic.
His warhorse neighed and trembled, clearly terrified.
In that instant, a humanoid golem set its sights on him. Although it was wearing plate armor, its body burst forth with extraordinary speed, comparable to flying close to the ground.
"Sizzle!"
With arms braced, they tore open the horse's belly, blood and flesh splattering everywhere, intestines spilling out.
With a mournful cry, the Knight of Grafiakan fell to the ground, his mind going completely blank at the sight of the bloodthirsty golem.
In a flash, a pair of amber cat eyes suddenly lit up from behind the golem.
The man was burly, not much thinner than the golem, with his arms raised high, the blade of his sword slicing through the moonlight.
"Buzz!"
A silver light fell, accompanied by a sickeningly loud screech as it sliced through the air.
The sword cut deeply into the gap in the golem's neck armor with extreme precision.
Blood gushed into the sky like a fountain.
The golem head, wearing the helmet of the Grafiakan family, spun several times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The brown-haired witcher turned his back, leaving only one sentence.
"Quick, hide!"
The knight Grafiakan then came to his senses and hurriedly stood up.
"grateful----"
After stammering his thanks, he hurriedly headed toward the nearest knightly order.
Several golems fell.
The remaining golems seemed to have received a command, raising their heads and staring at the witcher in the arena with their lifeless eyes.
"roar!"
A series of roars followed, accompanied by the constant scraping of metal armor, as they charged towards the Witcher.
"Witchers, assemble! These beasts have their eyes on us!"
Vesemir shouted, raised his hand to cast the Aard sign, forcing a golem back, and then precisely chopped off the golem's head with a sword.
Geralt, Escal, and the other six quickly converged on Vesemir.
The seven people successively released the Ald, Yard, Igni, Quen, and Axi signs, with colorful signs flashing and intertwining.
The crazed golem continued to attack the seven people.
The Kunen Dharma Seal shattered layer by layer, and then lit up layer by layer.
The situation became deadlocked.
As the Knight Commander Phoenix watched this scene, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
He abruptly turned his head to face the Marquis of Louis-Boldt, his gaze low and somber.
"My lord, give the order! The honor of a knight does not allow us to stand guard in the rear, nor can it allow us to watch our comrades fall into danger."
Marquis Louis-Pold snapped out of his daze, looked at the white-haired figure surrounded by golems, and quickly made a decision.
As the Marquis of Cordwin, who was pioneering the frontier, he had not yet lost the courage to draw his sword.
He seized the horse from the knight beside him, drew the knight's sword from his waist, and roared loudly.
"For Kadwin! For the Ascent Marker! Soldiers! Forward!"
Knight Commander Phoenix quickly mounted his horse, gripped the flanks tightly with his legs, and came before the other knights, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword.
"Knights, charge!"
Hooves pounded the grass, dust billowed, and the steel-clad knights charged toward the golem.
Without the fog hindering them, this violent knight order finally unleashed their full power.
Using the momentum of the galloping horse, the spear thrust out, and with a single charge, a gap was carved out of the golem horde.
The cold tip of the spear was covered with bits of flesh and blood, and filthy blood splattered all the way down.
The Witcher's pressure decreased dramatically.
Seeing his chance, Vesemir roared, "Witcher! Slay these monsters!"
The seven rushed out like ghosts, their swords flashing as the golems' formation was completely torn apart.
The knights of Grafiakan also saw the situation clearly. Their eyes turned ferocious, and they roared with vengeance as they launched an attack together.
Less than half an hourglass's time.
The last golem fell to Vesemir's sword.
The battlefield fell completely silent, leaving only wreckage and severed limbs scattered everywhere.
"Oh, those damn sons of bitches! We won! Victory!"
Someone shouted, and the knights and soldiers of Louis-Tippold raised their weapons and cheered like waves.
"Victory!"
A young knight clad in the armor of Grafiakan stepped forward and approached the brown-haired witcher.
"Witcher, thank you for saving my life. I swear by the honor of Grafiakan, I thank you again from the bottom of my heart. My name is Oliver Grafiakan. Please tell me your name."
The brown-haired witcher paused for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Eskar."
Oliver gave a knightly salute. "Mr. Escal, it is an honor to meet you."
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
A rude and urgent voice rang out.
Marquis Louis-Pold squeezed through the crowd and stood before the white-haired Geralt.
He hadn't had time to change his pants, and his previous arrogance was gone; his eyes were filled with complex emotions.
"Geralt, it's hard to believe you would actually save my life."
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Geralt sheathed his sword on his back, his tone calm.
"My lord, no matter who it is, I will not stand by and watch them die."
"No," Marquis Louis-Pold shook his head and said loudly, "It's not the same! You had many reasons to choose to stand by and do nothing, to let that golem kill me, but you still chose to save me."
Geralt said with a hint of sarcasm, "Maybe this is what you were just saying, the right choice?"
The marquis shook his head helplessly, but did not get angry.
"Witchers, you really need to change the way you talk. At least stop being so sarcastic."
He performed a noble gesture.
"I have always been clear about my debts and grudges. You saved me, and I apologize for my previous recklessness and contempt. You deserve my friendship."
The Knight Commander Phoenix placed his right hand on his left chest.
"Witchers, I admire your bravery and fearlessness. You are knights with honor in your hearts."
The knights present dismounted, pounded their right fists into their chests, and looked on with sincere eyes.
Vesemir's eyes were moved; he hadn't felt this way in a long time.
This heartfelt gratitude, this unbiased thanks, has lasted for so many years.
It's been almost forty years —