roccoschili Chapter 172 I Choose a Hero
Chapter 172 I Choose a Hero
Chapter 172 I choose a hero
"I want to go back to the castle, who will be with me? Let's kill the rape and eliminate the evil!" Andre is now possessed by a demon hunter. The cringe of a slaughterhouse worker.
The Polish writer on the side stared at Andre's outfit with fascination, "It's really similar, but there are some differences. My demon hunter only carries a sword."
Linde explained: "A large part of the thoughts in this glass of wine is provided by me. In my impression, the demon hunter uses two swords, the steel sword against humans, and the silver sword against monsters."
"Can I offer my thoughts?"
"Yes, but it's too dangerous for you, it's better not to do it."
Elder was very interested, "What kind of magic is this?"
"The magic of belief." Linde is not stingy with knowledge, "Do you believe it? Longing is the strongest magic."
Andre was looking for help, and the demon hunter instinctively told him that although he was very strong now, he couldn't beat a group of vampires.
Elder refuses because he doesn't want to make an enemy of the vampires.
Xue Ni also did not want to fight with his cousin.
At this time, the Polish man at the counter suddenly said: "I'll go with you."
"Are you serious?" Andre did not refuse his kindness. "It seems we are the only ones left. Let's go, sweet God bless you."
The witcher set off with the writer's ghost, and when he got to the door, he heard someone shout, "Wait."
Turning around, Elder was holding a glass of brandy, and Bloody was holding a glass of Bloody Mary.
The wizard smiled and said, "Although I can't help you directly, I will drink this glass of wine for you and wish you a great victory, my friend."
Xue Ni murmured reluctantly: "May you be in good health."
The songs of the dwarf drinkers are endless, and when warriors go to war, they sing war songs.
On a cold and bloody Christmas Eve in Romania, the mountains and snowfall call for heroes.
Andre stepped forward step by step into the wind and snow, his body glowing in the darkness.
"Have you really thought it through, young man?" Andrzej followed him lightly.
"No, I'm scared to death, but I want to keep my job."
"Tell me about yourself. Why did you start this career?"
"You mean the witcher?"
"Correct."
"I'm not a demon hunter, I'm a worker in a slaughterhouse. I'm responsible for operating the machine to cut meat."
"Then why did you change careers?"
"The Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security offered me a job with a weekly salary of US$10,000. I agreed without thinking."
"Can I ask you one thing?" the writer asked. "If I don't make it back alive, finish it for me. The Witcher is a great story."
"...I can't write."
"Ordinary people's writing is fiction, but you are just recording your own life. Experience is greater than talent, so write bravely."
"Let's talk about it, they are coming." Andre looked into the distance, "Go and hide."
The swarm of bats hovering over the castle was approaching, and the vampires fell from them. They ridiculed this overestimating human being.
Andre stood on the hillside, drew out his silver sword, and faced the group of enemies with the posture of a warrior. The vampires attacked fast and fiercely, and they also used magic. It's just that the enemy still wants to play with this unlucky guy.
Andre slashed the vampire who was close to him with a sword. The bright and holy silver made the vampire's wound emit black smoke. This weapon can hurt them or kill them.
"Watch out for his weapon!" "Kill him!"
Andre was knocked down by a big bat, and then his neck was hit, and his windpipe was scratched.
"Oh, dead." The vampires sneered.
The ghost of a Polish writer hiding behind a stone laments.
Just as these dark creatures were about to leave, a figure stood up unsteadily in the snow.
"Huh? Are you alive again?" The Carpathian vampire felt incredible.
The light on Andre's body became dimmer, and the wound healed quickly, "Come and suck my hemorrhoids, shit!"
Taking advantage of the shock of the vampires, he swooped in with his sword and pierced the heart of the nearest man.
"You, why are you still alive?" The vampire who had been stabbed through the heart asked in disbelief.
Andre spat bloody spit.
"Because I really need this job!"
The Polish writer laughed.
The siege continued, and Andre forgot the pain. He just followed the instinct of the demon hunter to fight, his steps became more and more flexible, and the sword in his hand became faster and faster. More and more vampires fell, and the demon hunter's body was riddled with holes, but he was always healed by the mysterious power. Every time he was healed, the brilliance of his body became dimmer.
Gradually, the brilliance completely disappeared, and Andre's injuries continued to worsen. He knelt down slumped, leaning on the ground with his broken sword to support his body from falling.
"He's going to die." The vampires paused their offensive to avoid being wounded by the battle of trapped beasts.
The Polish writer couldn't help standing on the stone and shouting: "Stand up, Andrei."
Andre just shook his head.
Andrei ran to his side and kept pushing the exhausted witcher, "Andre, you have to believe that you are not just a witcher. In fact, you are a dragon! That's right, a golden dragon that has turned into a human. .Come on, believe in yourself!"
"Old man, I'm sorry, I can't collect your body." Andre's eyes were loose.
Anjie was stunned for a moment, "Collect the corpse?"
"You are dead. These vampires killed you."
The writer looked at himself in a daze. In the starlight tonight, his body turned into a pearly white luster. Three glasses of wine are necessary."
Feeling the pain of the passing of life, Andre asked bitterly: "Andrzej, have I done something stupid? Do you think it is better to be a hero for a moment, or to be an ordinary person for a lifetime?"
"The ten-year-old me would tell you to choose a hero. The twenty-year-old me would tell you to choose an ordinary person. But I am forty years old this year, and I will choose a hero." The writer said, "Andre, live on. Take it with you. My thoughts.”
The ghost's outer skin began to burn, and the inner thinking strings turned into flames and fell on Andre.
The demon hunter's body once again lit up with a holy light, and his injuries healed quickly.
Upon seeing this, the remaining thirteen vampires quickly flew up and stayed away from this dangerous guy.
"Muggle, you made Carpathia bleed. We admit that you are very powerful. Leave here, otherwise you will be hunted by vampires all over the world."
They were in the sky, beyond the reach of the sword.
What came out of Andre's throat was not the sad song of human beings, but the roar of the dragon.
"Dirty beasts, your souls will burn in hell!" His head twisted and swelled a little bit, turning into the head of a majestic and ancient dragon, and the death of the vampire was pronounced, and the sound shook the mountains.
The flying bats fled in panic.
The next second, dragon flames dyed the sky red. Thousands of miles away in the Romanian city, on the streets of Brasov, people celebrating Christmas saw a bright golden-red glow in the Carpathians to the south, which lasted for several days. It took ten seconds to go out, like a bright golden firework.
"Merry Christmas!" they wished each other.
Andre lay in the melting snow, all the light disappeared, and the witcher's equipment also disappeared, which meant that the potency of the glass of wine had been exhausted.
He rested for a while.Until Elder and Cindy came over.
"Where's Andrzej?"
Andre shook his head.
"You got rid of them all?"
"A few escaped."
Xue Ni sniffed the scent on Andre's body, "You have been branded with blood. From now on, you will be hunted down by vampires all over the world."
"As long as you don't kill me."
Elder sighed, "What are your plans for the future?"
"Go and collect Anjie's body first."
He picked up Andrzej's manuscript in the castle and prepared to continue writing "The Witcher" for him.
After returning to the civilized world, Andre ushered in a promotion and salary increase, and the minister of the People's Federation came here to inquire about the detailed experience that day.
Andre told the story of the Three Cups Wine House truthfully.
"You said you saw Gandalf in the tavern?" The department head stared at him with a crazy look.
"Yes, Lord of the Rings is all true."
"You're crazy."
Andre smiled lightly and did not explain. He went to attend the funeral of the soldiers who died in the war. After returning to the staff dormitory, he saw his own eyes bleeding in the mirror. This was the onset of blood marks. Tonight, vampires were coming to hunt him down.
He was silent for a moment, picked up the long sword beside the bed, and waved it gently, with a skillful and free attitude, like a real demon hunter. Andre's eyes were serious, "The darkness entrenched in the human world, prepare to die by my sword." Get off."
Missing you, only for a moment, will leave traces for the rest of your life.
There are two translations of the author's name of "The Witcher". The old version is Andrei Sapkovsky, and the new version is Andrzej Sapkovsky, so the two are actually the same person, except here Divided into two roles