Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 198 Inhuman Massacre

The two skill feats are: the former is the skill of using signs, which can make signs more dexterous and versatile, and quickly improve his strength; the latter may not have a significant improvement in strength, but it can eliminate his isolation from other worlds, deepen his understanding of magic, and is a gamble on his future growth.

Wayne considered it for a long time. As things stand, it has only been a few years since he transmigrated to the present. He may not be considered a strong person in the other world, but in the wizarding world, apart from those hidden old monsters, his strength should be in the first tier.

Therefore, perhaps he should look further ahead and pursue a broader future, which would be a better choice.

With that in mind, Wayne allocated his ability points to the Mana Conversion skill specialization.

In an instant, Wayne felt that something within him, whether it was his spirit or his soul, had changed. His senses became more acute, and he was more sensitive to the chaotic magic around him.

Even within the chaotic magic surrounding them, one could detect traces of various energies from another world.

The wizarding world is indeed a sieve; although the energy from other worlds is scarce and negligible, Wayne believes that it contains at least several hundred different types of energy.

He thought for a moment, picked up the magic flask, took a sip of the mana potion from the world of Azeroth, and then closed his eyes to savor the experience.

A few minutes later, Wayne opened his eyes with some relief. Although he didn't have much understanding of the arcane magic of the world of Azeroth, after choosing this skill feat, he could now absorb 50% to 60% of the mana potions he could only absorb before.

Perhaps, when he has the opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of the various energies of Azeroth in the future, he will be able to use the six fundamental forces, such as Holy Light, Shadow, and Arcane, just like the natives there.

After deducting the points he used for the sign, he only has one point left. He needs to save this point for the gene mutation skill that he can upgrade soon.

The scarcity of ability points is a major headache for Wayne, a problem that has been troubling him for a long time. Currently, there are only three ways to obtain ability points.

The first way is to level up; you gain one ability point for each level you gain.

The second way is to complete special missions, which is rare; Wayne has only seen it once so far.

The third approach is to find the magical nodes in the wizarding world and absorb their power, but this often creates a spatial rift.

Currently, the closest magical node to Wayne is located in the back mountains of Kaer Morhen, the very place where he activated the Wolf School emblem.

But this magical node is of great importance to Kael'thas, and he will not touch it casually.

Thinking this, Wayne took out the map of magic nodes coordinates that he had obtained from the Aretusa Academy. He stared at it for a long time before finally choosing a magic node that wasn't too far from him.

Unfortunately, this magical node is also located in the Kingdom of Cordwin, and it is not far from their capital, Banard.

However, Wayne did not like the country of Cordwin, and he did not stay there for long except when he was traveling.

Perhaps because it is located in the cold north, with a vast land area and a sparse population, coupled with scarce resources, most of the people in this country are rough and barbaric, extremely xenophobic, especially towards non-human races, to the point of almost hatred.

Their king was an even bigger scoundrel, a bastard and a bandit. In the future, when fighting against the southern Nilfgaard Empire, King Cordwin not only failed to unite the northern kingdoms, but also stabbed them in the back, destroying the Northern Alliance. He was a complete liability.

Wayne had no sympathy for such a country.

In early January, after the New Year, he found an excuse and, in the evening, piloted his magic flying carpet to Banad, the capital of the Kingdom of Cordwin.

It was January 1253. Winter was still ongoing, spring had not yet arrived, and the temperature at night was almost below zero.

Wayne sat on the magic flying carpet, piloting it high in the sky. If it weren't for the enchanted, warm shirt he was wearing, and the strong physique of a witcher, he would definitely have frozen to a pulp in the whistling wind.

However, there's no way around it. Although the magic flying carpet is quite agile when flying, for some reason, it has a height limit. If it flies too high, there will be many obstacles to control it, and the magic power consumed will also increase significantly.

Out of a sense of self-preservation, Wayne didn't dare to push the magic carpet to its limits. After all, falling from a height of thousands of meters would be extremely dangerous even for him.

Kaermohan is about 300 kilometers away from Banad, the capital of Cordwin. He set off in the evening and could only fly at a low speed due to temperature considerations.

After flying for about four or five hours, over a small mountain range and passing a small town, Wayne suddenly noticed that the town was ablaze with flames, as if some kind of riot was taking place.

Driven by curiosity, he slightly altered his flight path, controlling the magic carpet to lower its altitude and fly over the town.

However, what he saw was a rather tragic scene.

This unnamed town is not large in area, with an estimated population of only a few hundred. It doesn't even have a wall. However, from the thatched huts and wooden houses on the outskirts to the stone buildings in the town center, the gap between the rich and the poor is vividly displayed from the outside in.

However, on this night, many of the wooden houses and thatched huts located on the outskirts of the town were set on fire, and many bodies, including the old and the young, men and women, were scattered around the burning houses.

Most of the men, armed with sticks and pitchforks, died in the struggle, while the women, mostly naked and in pain, had clearly been cruelly treated before their deaths.

Besides men and women, elderly people and children also died at the scene.

What made Wayne frown the most was that the vast majority of the dead and the people whose houses were burned down were elves, dwarves, and a few halflings—in more colloquial terms, the non-human races that the northern humans spoke of.

Clearly, a massacre against non-human races is taking place here.

Seeing the horrific state of these corpses, Wayne's anger began to surge. Although he had long known that non-human races were often subjected to cruel treatment in the Kingdom of Cordwin, and that most of the refugees in Toluville's territory were survivors who had escaped from the clutches of Cordwin's scoundrels and soldiers, this was the first time he had witnessed such a tragedy firsthand.

Ultimately, his current profession and race dictate that he is on the side of non-human races. Moreover, Wayne has never had much affection for the unruly humans in the wizarding world. Faced with such a tragedy, even as a witcher, he feels he must do something.

Thinking this, Wayne took out the set of dragon scale heavy armor forged by Master O. Henry from his spatial bracelet, put it on, and then put a black cloak on top of the heavy armor to cover himself up.

As for the choice of weapon, considering the battles that might come next and to avoid being recognized in the future, Wayne did not choose either Statikk Shiv or Excalibur, but simply took out an ordinary magical one-handed sword from the world of Azeroth from his ring.

It is a fairly ordinary weapon, with no other advantages besides slightly improving its sharpness and durability.

Having prepared his equipment and weapons, Wayne took a deep breath. Just as he was about to rush towards the town center, where the commotion was at its loudest, a woman's beautiful voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Wayne, is that you?"

"Can you come to me? I'm in the forest about 300 meters to your left."

Upon hearing the voice, Wayne was slightly taken aback. Although he had only heard the voice once before, he had never forgotten its beautiful timbre.

It was Francesca, the elven sorceress she had once met in the Valley of a Hundred Flowers.

Unexpectedly, this sorceress also appeared here. At this time, this could hardly be a coincidence.

After considering for a few seconds, Wayne decided to meet the sorceress. On the one hand, he thought he could learn some information about the massacre from her, and on the other hand, he felt that he might be able to get a mission from her.

After all, wouldn't it be even more gratifying to receive experience and gold coins as a reward after stopping this evil atrocity?

Having made up his mind, Wayne quickly piloted the magic flying carpet and flew to a point a dozen meters above the forest.

After circling around the area a few times, a ripple appeared in the air outside the forest, and a stunningly beautiful elven woman, dressed in a black-purple dress and with sorrowful eyes, slowly materialized in the air. It was Francesca, whom we had seen once before.

Upon seeing the beautiful elven woman, Wayne no longer hesitated. He leaped from a height of over ten meters, his strong body, clad in heavy dragon scale armor, creating two shallow craters in the ground as he landed about eight or nine meters in front of the elven sorceress.

The two exchanged glances. Wayne's face remained expressionless, maintaining his usual indifference and calm, while Francesca's beautiful face was filled with reluctance and sorrow.

Before Wayne could speak, Francesca asked first:

"What are you doing here, Wayne? Did you hear some news?"

Wayne shook his head and simply said:

"I was on my way to run some errands when I happened to pass by here and saw some burn marks, so I came over to take a look."

Upon hearing this, Francesca lowered her head and pondered for more than ten seconds. Without beating around the bush, she spoke in a pleading tone:

"Wayne, could you please save our people?"

"My identity prevents me from intervening in such actions; otherwise, it would only make the situation of the elven race more dangerous."

"But if it's you, it shouldn't cause any trouble. As long as you disguise yourself and don't use the Witcher's special abilities, no one should be able to track you down."

As Francesca finished speaking, Wayne heard a system notification.

Ding! Quest triggered: [Save the inhuman races in the town of Kantos], Expert level.

Accept or not?

This is an expert-level mission, so it seems we won't encounter any decent enemies this time.

Thinking this, Wayne didn't immediately give Francesca an answer. Seeing this, the sorceress bit her lower lip, revealing a pitiful expression, and said:

"Can you help me, Wayne? I know you're a witcher who never takes on unpaid missions. If you can bring those non-human races into this forest, I'll give you ten crowns for every one you rescue. How about it?"

Upon hearing Francesca's offer, Wayne couldn't help but gasp. One crown was worth four or five orens, meaning that for every person Wayne rescued, the elven sorceress was willing to pay fifty orens.

If he rescues twenty people, that would cost a thousand Orens. By that calculation, he could easily earn over a thousand Orens from Francesca, making him practically a millionaire.

Moreover, in the end, saving these non-human races didn't really have much to do with Francesca. This sorceress only wanted to deal with this hot potato out of a sense of responsibility to the elves and for the continuation of the entire race.

Wayne was surprised. He accepted the task given by the system, but did not immediately agree to Francesca's request. Instead, he thought for a moment and said:

"Beautiful Ms. Francesca, this rescue was my own idea, not at anyone's request."

"I am a half-elf, and a witcher with a strong sense of justice."

"You don't need to give me any reward, but in order to better conceal my identity, could you please cast a spell on me to enhance my disguise?"

Upon hearing Wayne's reply, a hint of surprise flashed in Francesca's eyes. She hadn't expected anyone to refuse such a large sum of money that had been offered to them. However, she considered Wayne one of her own, and seeing his noble behavior made her even more gratified. Her gaze towards Wayne softened considerably.

The sorceress chanted a short incantation, and with a gentle wave of her white hand in front of Wayne, his body and face were shrouded in a thin mist. Although the shadow inside could still be barely seen, his specific image and appearance could no longer be discerned.

After casting the spell, Francesca took out a Rubik's Cube-like device made of an unknown metal from her pouch. She took Wayne's hand, placed the magical object in his hand, and said:

"This is a piece of equipment that allows me to communicate. I will provide cover for your operation nearby, and I will use this device to communicate with you after this is completed."

"Be careful, Wayne. There are about fifty soldiers and over a hundred mobs in town. They've driven all the surviving non-humans to the town center, preparing to carry out a brutal inhuman trial before killing them."

"You don't need to fight these soldiers and mobs head-on; just save as many innocent people as possible."

After saying that, Francesca stood on tiptoe and kissed Wayne's handsome profile, saying:

"Thank you for helping me, Wayne. If it weren't for you, I might have just watched this tragedy unfold, unable to do anything, and then secretly slipped away to cry alone."

(End of this chapter)