Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 29: The Gwent Card

When Geralt, who walked tremblingly with Wayne, came out of the dark corridor, Toruwell, who was guarding the gate, immediately greeted him.

Her face was solemn, her eyes scanned Wayne's body, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had no obvious injuries.

Although they didn't see it with their own eyes just now, even though they were separated by a corridor, they could still hear the sound of cellular bombs exploding, and the frantic roars of countless monsters vaguely mixed in.

The battle that took place there was obviously more intense than they had imagined.

After seeing Toruville, Wayne was not polite, and said directly to the female elf leader:
"Toruwell, Geralt is injured a little bit, let the doctor in the camp treat him."

Then, he pointed to the two subordinates next to the female elf, and said:

"in addition."

"Arrange a few people, bring a torch with me, and go to the place where I just fought to carry the corpse."

"The smell of blood there is too strong. If it is not cleaned up in time, monsters will gather again soon."

Toruwell nodded when she heard the words, turned her head and whispered a few words in Elvish to the capable elf marksman beside her, then turned back and said to Wayne:
"I've already arranged it, Wayne, let's go there first."

Wayne didn't talk nonsense when he heard the words, and turned around and took her and the dwarf warrior in heavy armor through the corridor and back to the underground pond.

But this time, the three of them did not move forward in the dark. Toruwell and the dwarf warrior held torches to illuminate the road ahead, while Wayne held a silver sword and guarded the front to prevent accidents.

When they passed through the arch and came to the terrace of the pond, both Toruville and the dwarf warrior couldn't help but gasp at the scene in front of them.

On the semi-circular terrace at the exit, it was covered by a large amount of blood and broken limbs, with some stench of blood in the air, and dozens of bodies of water ghosts were lying on the ground densely.

Judging from the sword marks and flame marks on their bodies, it was obvious that they were all killed by Geralt and Wayne.

Toruwell was shocked for a few seconds, but soon recovered, she restrained the expression on her face, looked at Wayne more seriously, and asked:
"Wayne, what are we going to do now?"

Wayne still didn't relax his vigilance. Although the little mist demon that attacked Geralt was beheaded by him, the area of ​​this pond was not small, and he was not sure if there were other little mist demons lurking in other places.

Hearing Toruville's question, he thought about it for a dozen seconds and said:

"Get out the corpses of these water ghosts first. It's best to burn them. Even if you want to bury them, you have to bury them farther away."

"Otherwise, their corpses are likely to attract underground corpse-eating creatures."

"In addition, get some more lighting tools. The other side of this arch bridge is connected to another area. You'd better arrange people to guard near the gate to prevent other monsters from rushing out from there."

"I want to check all the entrances and exits here, lest monsters will emerge from nowhere in the future."

The female elf nodded, keeping Wayne's words in her heart, and was going to arrange someone to finish it later.

Speaking of which, Toruwell was still a little bit lucky at this time, thankful for the good luck of himself and others.

I didn't expect such a large group of monsters to live so close to them. If it wasn't for the coincidence that Wayne and Geralt found the two demon hunters, maybe at some point, the monsters pouring out here would cause huge casualties.

After about ten minutes, the elven sharpshooter came in with a dozen soldiers. They were first surprised by the large number of monster corpses here, and then under the command of Toruville, they began to carry out the corpses one by one in an orderly manner.

Burning corpses has become a custom in this era. Everyone in the northern kingdom knows that if there are many corpses left untreated, or buried in the soil, it won't be long before many evil ghosts, ghouls, scavengers and other corpse-eating creatures will emerge from the ground, bringing danger to people.

No one knows how many monsters live in the underground areas that humans cannot explore, and the light and burning flames can drive away those monsters to a certain extent.

This may also be one of the reasons why the Church of Eternal Flame is widely spread among ordinary people.

However, considering that the smoke from the burning corpses might reveal their location, Toruville finally chose.Let people transport these corpses to the depths of the forest, and let these monsters return to nature.

A group of people were busy performing their duties. It took less than half an hour for Wayne to fight, but three or four hours had passed after a group of them had dealt with the corpses and blood, searched the entire underground pond, and completely resolved the worries in this area.

After a day's work is over.

Wayne bid farewell and was still arranging affairs. The busy Toruwell, dragging his tired body, returned to the camp and was about to look for Geralt.

Instead, he saw this experienced witcher sitting opposite a dwarf by the campfire, fiddling with something.

They were also surrounded by several elves and dwarves watching the fun.

With a curious attitude, Wayne took a closer look and found that Geralt was wrapped in several rounds of bandages and a thick black padded jacket over his body. He was concentrating on looking at some exquisite cards in his hand, as if he was struggling with which card to play.

The dwarf opposite him also looked at Geralt nervously. The cards between the two were neatly arranged in six rows. Seven or eight ducat gold coins were stacked together and placed in the center of the cards. It should be their bet.

The surrounding audience watched the battle between the two with excitement and anticipation. It seemed that this kind of card game had great appeal.

Seeing this scene, Wayne has already guessed what they are doing?
It was actually playing Gwent.one
He originally thought that this kind of game hadn't been born yet, or even if it had been born, it was just a self-entertainment among a few dwarves.

Unexpectedly, just after going down the mountain, I encountered this interesting game that was widely circulated in later generations.

And this seems to be the first time Geralt has come into contact with the Gwent card. After all, in the past two years of getting along with White Wolf, he has never heard him talk about this game in Kaer Morhen.

Seeing that Geralt was still hesitating about how to play his cards, Wayne also came behind him curiously, wanting to see what set of cards White Wolf was holding.

But just casually watching for a few seconds, Wayne, the experienced Gwent gambling king, has already thought of how to win.

However, this was a bet between Geralt and the opposite dwarf. Although he knew how to win, he would not interrupt their interest at such a time.

And maybe because of the water ghost's breath on his body, he was spotted by Geralt just as he got a little closer.

However, the white wolf was in high spirits right now, and he just turned his head to take a look. After realizing that it was Wayne, he nodded very casually, and then refocused his attention on the gambling game.

It's a pity that in the Gwent card duel, what is needed is skill, luck, and a strong deck, and personal will rarely plays a role.

In the end, after struggling for a few minutes, Geralt lost to the dwarf opposite because of his lack of experience and the powerful gwent card.

And those Ducats earned from Misha's entrustment were all lost before Geralt could warm them up.

(There is another chapter, which will be posted later.)
(End of this chapter)