Chapter 1409 1381. Spiritual body
Geralt's estimated time is based on experience.
If you want to fight a war, even a war limited to only a few hundred people, there are a lot of things to consider.
Take the White Rose Knights who are still secretly building siege equipment in this hill. The equipment is built secretly, which means that the building location must not be conspicuous.
Inconspicuous means that the road is rugged. How can something as heavy as a siege equipment be moved if it is not transported on a regular road?
It is impossible to reach the High Hill Castle directly from the wilderness.
This is also why in those war stories, people from both sides talk about things like 'this is the only way' and 'this is the key'.
Because the movement of the army also includes the transportation of equipment and baggage, the requirements for roads are obvious and rigid conditions.
If a great mage who can move mountains and reclaim seas cannot pop up out of thin air, then basically everyone knows how many ways can be taken.
The nature of this 'private attack' by the Knights of the White Rose, as well as the large amount of magic-blocking gold they have brought, do not allow characters like the Archmage to appear on this battlefield.
Lan En's greeting came into the mutation hall. Although Triss had breathed a sigh of relief, she was still inspecting the status of the mutant receptors one by one.
Berengar held down Stewart who subconsciously wanted to walk out.
As for Lincoln, who was called, the expression on his face that was happy for the successful mutation of his battle brothers was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled again.
But this time the smile on the young secretary's face was a little impatient and dangerous.
He first patted Stewart's still weak shoulder hard, causing him to stumble, and then he pressed his hand on the large notepad slung across his shoulder and trotted out.
"Are we finally going to take action?"
Lincoln, who trotted out, couldn't wait to stand beside Lan En and was already talking impatiently.
Lan En didn't want him to stand still. After seeing Lincoln running out of the mutation hall, the young witcher patted Geralt in greeting with one hand and walked towards his room.
Geralt and Lincoln followed him, their steps a little loose and impatient.
"What should we do, sir?" There was no fear in Lincoln's tone, even though he and the other Ember Knights already knew the enemy's configuration and advantages from Geralt.
Fifty versus five hundred, defending the city without weapons versus attacking the city with weapons.
But still no one felt intimidated.
"Take the initiative? Raid the camp while they are still carrying out construction work?"
"I can lead the team and set off now! Even if it's an infantry battle, they are just **** to us!"
The enemy did not know that he had been exposed, and took the initiative to attack the engineering camp from inside the castle. This is a bold and correct decision made when he is very confident in his own combat effectiveness.
With a pile of large sheets of parchment in his hand, he turned around and handed it to Lincoln. In fact, there were only a few pieces in the pile, but the uncut and trimmed parchment was really big and thick, which made it look so big. A bunch.
"What is this, my lord?"
Lincoln was struggling to hold a large pile of parchment, but looking at it from such a close distance, the young clerk noticed it immediately.
There seems to be a string of incomprehensible characters written on these parchments using something like talcum powder? Pattern?
"Oh, you don't have to be so careful when handling it. The characters on it look like they were written in chalk and become blurry as soon as you wipe them. But in fact, you can just wipe them off and it'll be fine."
While Lan was explaining to Lincoln, he pushed Geralt away who was stunned and blinking.
He took out another piece of parchment that he had just left and threw it casually on the ground.
Then he took out an angular stone wrapped in a strip of white cloth from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.
Lan squatted down in front of Lincoln, pressed the edge of this strange stone against the parchment, and smoothly drew out a string of characters.
Lincoln looked at the parchment on the ground that had just been painted with characters, and thought to himself that the chalk-like traces were drawn on this stone.
He looked at the pile of parchment in his arms. As a scribe, he discovered that although he couldn't understand the characters, they were different.
Geralt, who was pushed aside, wanted to come over and see what was going on and what abilities this parchment had.
But then, under the surprised gazes of Geralt and Lincoln, the characters on the parchment began to glow white.
Lan En took a step back, and the white light on the characters twisted into a whirlpool, and a shimmering spirit body with a translucent white human shape suddenly appeared in front of them!
When the spirit body appears, the spiritual power emits a deep and long low hum in the space.
The experienced Geralt immediately judged that this was indeed a spirit body.
Because this sound is often heard when demon hunters are fighting demon spirits, but the frantic demon spirits make this buzzing short and harsh because of the urgency of the battle.
Geralt has seen a lot of spirits, but he has never seen a spirit that looked like a normal person.
The spirit body emerging from the twisted whirlpool of luminous characters on the parchment is translucent and glowing white, but its overall appearance makes people feel like a gloomy and aging crow.
He wore a bird feather shawl and a necklace made of animal bones. The bandage on his head covered the upper half of his face, and he held an ax in one hand.
The visitor is a spirit body but has a clear mind, and even clearly understands what is going on.
"Oops, did you call the master again so soon?" A voice as old and frail as his appearance sounded slowly, "I haven't prepared the spell book yet, impatient disciple."
"The teaching skills are just a short while away." Lan En greeted the spirit body familiarly, "Just as we have just passed the breath, the enemy on my side is about to come, so I thought, at least let me The people around know how to summon you, right?"
"No one here knows how to use [White Marking Wax Stone]?" The old crow-like person sighed, "Apprentice, how remote is your hometown?"