The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 427 Dragon-Slaying Saintess
At the border between Cordwin and Aden.

The unicorn banner of Cordwin and the royal banner of Aden fluttered in the wind. For this war, both sides mobilized tens of thousands of troops and deployed their armies on the plains north of Haji Fortress.

It has to be said, this is indeed very ironic.

While the black-clad armies of Nilfgaard were preparing to engulf the entire north with their raging tide, the two nations were still at war over territorial disputes.

The two sides were already mortal enemies, so there was nothing more to say and they immediately began a bloody battle.

Soon, the battle entered a fierce stage.

The two armies were like giant meat grinders, pulling, tearing and ripping countless lives into the fray.

The ground beneath their feet had become muddy from the bloodshed.

In the poems of bards, war is always the stage where heroes and knights shine.

Anyone who has actually been on the battlefield would never agree with this.

The ground was covered in blood and corpses, and the wails of agony lingered in my ears...

There is no glory or epic to speak of.

Despite the best efforts of the Cordwin and Aden armies, with the nobles in command shouting themselves hoarse and the soldiers fighting desperately, the fighting was still fierce.

However, they were never able to completely defeat each other.

As darkness fell, and the battle was to continue into the night, which could cause unnecessary casualties and chaos, the two kings, though unwilling, had no choice but to order a retreat.

But just as the messenger was about to set off...

Something emerged from behind the smoke-filled clouds.

It's a dragon.

It was a giant, golden dragon, the afterglow of the setting sun striking its scales with a golden roar.

The dragon charged straight toward the location of King Demavi of Aden.

By the time King Demavi realized what was happening and hastily ordered his men to lower the royal banner, it was too late.

The dragon flames, like a cascading golden-red waterfall, poured down upon the royal banner.

King Demavia's plate armor melted instantly, his screams mingling with the crackling sounds of his hundreds of loyal guards turning to charcoal.

The earth was scorched black.

The remaining flames acted like a wall of fire, preventing others from getting close.

The dragon that spewed the dragonfire swept overhead, circled once, and turned toward King Henselt of Cordwin.

Despite King Henselt ordering the Unicorn Dynasty's banners to be toppled and the archers to fire arrows into the sky after seeing the miserable state of King Demavie, King Henselt did not take action.

However, the arrows only sparked a few sparks when they hit the dragon's golden scales before being deflected without exception.

The dragon swooped down, its sharp claws slicing through the earth like a plowshare, cutting a path through Cordwin's army.

The breastplate and spear were torn to pieces by the dragon's claws.

After sweeping away countless soldiers blocking its path, the dragon once again soared into the sky.

Just as the Cordwin army breathed a sigh of relief, someone suddenly shouted, "Your Majesty! His Majesty has been captured by the evil dragon!"

This instantly caused chaos in Cordwin's army.

They all looked up and, sure enough, they could vaguely see a person in the gap between the closed dragon claws.

Even the most seasoned general would have a blank mind at this moment.

A dragon has captured their king, and arrows are ineffective against it...

So what should they do?
However, experienced nobles quickly realized what was happening.

"Send the cavalry after it! That beast can't stay in the sky forever; it'll have to land eventually!"

So, several cavalry units followed the direction the golden dragon flew off in.

At this point, if Aden's army had seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, Cordwin's army would certainly have suffered a defeat.

Unfortunately, King Demavi of Aden died in the dragonfire, and the chaos in Aden's army was no less than that of Cordwin's army.

Furthermore, since the Aden army was on the defensive rather than the offensive, and now that the King of Cordwin has been captured by a dragon that appeared out of nowhere, his chances of survival are slim.

Even if they were lucky enough to be rescued, Cordwin's army would not have the strength to launch another attack.

Without the obstruction of Aden's army, Cordwin's cavalry was able to pursue the direction in which the dragon had departed.

Sabina, the sorceress following in the cavalry, gestured to indicate the location of the dragon in the sky, confident that she could hit it with magic.

Magic gathered in her hands, and the cavalrymen beside her sensed something was wrong and tried to stop her, but Sabina had already released a huge magical arrow.

The arrow, formed from pale blue magic, pierced the dragon's belly almost in the blink of an eye.

However, unlike what Sabina had imagined, her magic did not penetrate the dragon, and even the wounds it caused were smaller than she had expected.

However, the dragon finally released its grip, causing the figure it had grabbed to fall from the sky.

Sabina recited another incantation, and the figure that was falling rapidly from the sky suddenly became as light as a feather.

Upon seeing this, the cavalry dispersed in an orderly fashion, forming a circular defensive formation where the figures landed.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Several cavalrymen tumbled off their horses and ran over.

But when they got closer, they were shocked to find that King Henselt had already been crushed beyond recognition.

……

The dragon flew dozens of miles away and landed in a forest.

There is a small campsite in the forest.

A dozen or so skewers of grilled meat sat on the fire, emitting an enticing aroma.

The massive Deathclaw crouched obediently to one side, like a docile puppy.

Lynn picked up a perfectly grilled skewer of meat and tossed it aside casually.

Deathclaw snatched the kebab in its mouth, skillfully spat out the stick stuck in the middle of the meat, chewed a few times, and swallowed the large piece of meat.

Then he stared longingly at the remaining skewers of grilled meat.

Lynn gestured with his eyes to the scattered wooden sticks on the ground: "How many pieces of meat have you eaten? No, you can't eat anymore... Even if you look at me with those cute, pitiful, and helpless eyes, it won't help... Fine, here's another one."

Lynn threw out another string of balls.

But this time Deathclaw didn't catch it. Instead, it changed its posture, raised its head, spread its wings, and made a threatening gesture.

"Ok?"

Lynn followed Deathclaw's gaze and saw a man with three ravens painted on his chest emerge from the woods and enter the firelight.

"Lord Borch, would you like some meat?"

"Sure, but your pet doesn't look very friendly."

Upon hearing this, Lynn glanced indifferently at Deathclaw, who was on alert, and said, "Get down."

To Borch's surprise, the griffin actually obediently lay down and stopped paying attention to him.

Borch had no doubt about Lynn's ability to control beasts, but he didn't expect Lynn's pets to trust him so much.

He went to Lynn's side and took the kebab Lynn handed him.

"Your cooking skills are as good as ever. Have you ever considered coming to Zerekan to retire someday? I believe His Majesty the King of Zerekan would be happy to create a new position for a Royal Chef."

"Thanks, I'll consider it... King Henselt and King Demavie are dead?"

"Even legendary warlocks can't bring them back to life."

“I am deeply grateful. My country will always welcome your visit, Your Excellency Borch.”

“A nation?” Borch threw down the stick and asked curiously, “Aren’t you a vassal of the Thyssen family now? Shouldn’t it be ‘territory’ instead of ‘nation’?”

When faced with this question, Lynn smiled but remained silent.

Seeing that Lynn was unwilling to answer, Borch did not continue to ask, but instead asked another question.

"With both Aden and Cordwin losing their kings, both countries will descend into chaos. Do you intend to take this opportunity to expand your power?"

“That was my plan, but it wasn’t me who stepped into the spotlight, it was your daughter. Hasn’t she always wanted to build a country where all races coexist harmoniously? Consider this my coming-of-age gift to her.”

Borch was stunned: "How did you know?"

Many years ago, Borch and Lynn once rescued a green dragon named Milgatabrek.

At the time, Milgatabrek was already pregnant and later gave birth to a baby dragon. When Milgatabrek became Borch's wife, the baby dragon naturally became Borch's child.

Milgatabrek was poisoned by humans and initially wanted revenge, but after Lynn's persuasion, Milgatabrek ultimately abandoned his revenge plans and went to Zerekan with the young dragon and Borchi to live a life of worship by humans. Time flies, and the young dragon, who was only the size of a puppy back then, quickly grew into a large adult.

The young dragon, named Saqia Sassa by Borchi, grew into a graceful young woman.

She upheld Borchi's ideals of equality for all beings and the pricelessness of freedom, but she also insisted on leaving the pristine land of Zerekan, hoping to go to the north and establish a country where all races could live in harmony.

As his daughter grew older, she became less obedient, which often gave Borch a headache.

He knew very well what the attitudes of humans outside of Zerekhan were towards dragons.

The king covets the dragon's treasure, and adventurers yearn to be crowned dragon slayers...

But Borch couldn't bear to part with her, so he forcibly chained his daughter to his side.

Just as he was worrying, he suddenly received a message from Lynn requesting help.

Borch felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He left his daughter's problem to his wife and fled north as if he were escaping.

Hearing Lynn's plans now, I can't help but feel curious.

Lynn laughed and said, "You forgot, besides being a witcher, I am also a prophet."

……

After the deaths of King Henselt and King Demavi, both the kingdoms of Cordwin and Aden fell into civil war.

Aden is alright, at least it has an heir named Prince Stannis.

Although the prince's proud and aloof nature made it difficult for him to win the hearts of his subjects, he was at least a leader.

In contrast, Cordwin fared much worse.

King Henset was not without children, but he never clearly designated his successor.

At that moment, a female knight stepped forward.

Surrounded by a small squad of mercenaries, she arrived in Ad Kalay, the capital of Cordwin.

She claimed that it was the will of the gods that brought her to this chaotic land, and that the gods commanded her to protect the people of this land.

Such a claim naturally drew laughter from the people in Ad Kale's court.

A country girl from who-knows-where dares to spout such nonsense.

Just as Cordwin's courtiers summoned the guards, intending to drag this arrogant country girl away...

Suddenly a roar came from outside.

What followed was a panicked outburst of crying and screaming.

The courtiers ordered someone to go out and check the situation. Before long, the guards, pale-faced, came running back in a panic.

"A dragon...it's a dragon...an evil dragon!"

The courtiers were all stunned.

They haven't forgotten how King Henselt was killed.

Now that evil dragon that killed King Henselt has returned. Does it intend to turn the entire Ad Kalai into a sea of ​​fire?
At this moment, the female knight suddenly walked out of the palace without saying a word, leading the mercenaries who had come with her.

Just as she was about to leave the palace, the courtiers noticed her actions.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Of course, we're going to slay that evil dragon."

The courtiers stared in disbelief as the female knight and the mercenaries departed.

But soon, no one paid any attention to the female knight.

Because no one cares about a dead person.

The courtiers left the palace and, under the protection of soldiers, entered the basement.

They dared not flee the city, for news had already spread of how King Demavi of Aden had perished in a single dragon's flame.

They dared not gamble.

All we can do is pray that the evil dragon leaves quickly.

after one day.

The soldier, looking utterly shocked, suddenly came to report to them that the female knight had returned.

And she's not alone.

She was also wearing a dragon's head.

At the city gate of Ad Kalai.

The crowds who rushed to the scene surrounded the city gates, making them completely impassable.

People climb to higher places to get a better view.

The female knight riding at the front had some damage to her armor, indicating that she had been through a fierce battle.

Behind the female knight was a horse-drawn cart.

A huge dragon head was placed on the cart.

"Gods, is that the head of the dragon? How can it be bigger than a windmill?"

"That mouth... it could probably swallow a whole cow in one bite."

"I've heard that King Demavi of Aden was burned alive by dragonfire."

"I saw the dragon's whiskers move. Could this beast still be alive?"

"No, it's dead. It was just the wind."

"Saving the country, slaying the evil dragon... I understand now, the Holy Maiden must be a divine messenger sent by the gods to save us."

"The Dragon-Slaying Saintess! The Dragon-Slaying Saintess!"

The crowd erupted in cheers like a tsunami, the sound carrying far and wide.

This day will be remembered forever.

May Day in 1264.

Saqia, a dragon-slaying saintess, vanquished the evil dragon that killed King Henselt and King Demavie.

Despite her unknown origins, her every move exuded an air of nobility.

Ad Kalley's courtiers quickly succumbed to her sword.

After that, Saqia began to govern the royal domain with Ad Kalai as the center.

Instead of currying favor with royalty and nobility, she selected capable individuals from among the common people and made great use of non-human races.

Her actions affected the interests of many people, but now Saqia has won the hearts and minds of the people and the army.

The ordinary soldiers stationed in Ade Kale, after hearing about Saqia's deeds, were all willing to obey Saqia's command.

This prevented the nobles and bureaucrats whose interests were threatened from speaking out for the time being.

But they all had a "let's see what happens" mentality, waiting for Saki to make trouble and fall into a situation where everyone abandons her.

They've seen people like Sakia before.

Perhaps they possess some brute strength, and perhaps they are not lacking in courage.

But such people don't understand management or finance; they only have passion and ambition.

What's the use?

Governing a country is no simple matter.
Don't be fooled by the fact that those peasants are only temporarily listening to her.

But once she can't pay the soldiers, do you think those soldiers will still follow her orders?
She has the ability to slay dragons, but no officials are willing to help her. At that time, corruption will be rampant, with officials demanding bribes and setting a bad example for others. How will she manage to control it? How will she manage it?

Nobles had seen many such commoner heroes.

They might win the hearts of the people for a while, but one day, they will be dragged down by those they swore to protect and trampled on countless times.

This is the limitation of those so-called ordinary heroes.

The paths they thought they were taking weren't actually uncharted territories; rather, they had been tried by others, and those pioneers had all failed—that's all.

Therefore, the nobles and bureaucrats of Ad Kale were waiting for the same thing to happen again with this dragon-slaying saintess named Sakia.

then……

Something happened that greatly surprised these nobles and bureaucrats.

(End of this chapter)