"Osmand...finally sent someone. It seems that the gods have not forgotten this evil valley..."

After lying on the ground for a while, the wounded demon hunter Raymond opened his eyes again. His voice was hoarse and steady, and he sounded much more tired than when he was possessed by the red plague ghost just now.

It seemed that he hadn't spoken for so long that it was difficult for him to organize his words, but this was normal.

"I don't know...how he gathered such a large group of brothers like you..." Raymond shook his head, "But thank you for keeping me alive..."

When he said this, he stopped talking abruptly. He lowered his head and finally saw his messy body clearly:

His armor was broken, his chest and ribs were sunken, his body was covered in blood, and his legs and feet were twisted.

His slurred speech wasn't just because he hadn't spoken for a long time, but also because he had few good teeth left in his mouth.

Raymond's expression became horrified: "I... can still live?"

The people of the Wolf Clan did not put down their swords. They knew too well what tricks a demon that had lived for hundreds of years could play. The appearance of the man in front of them might just be another way of confusing them.

Lann waved his hand to signal not to panic, strode forward, lowered his head and began to explain the current situation.

"You are not safe yet. The Red Plague Ghost is still in your body, but our warlocks have used magic to seal it so that it cannot leave your body. And your body has long been dead after hundreds of years of destruction. Now it is the Red Plague Ghost that is maintaining your last bit of life."

Raymond's mind was still not clear, staring blankly at the lion head on Lan's chest: "I have never seen this kind of emblem... What school are you from?"

"Wait...wait! You said hundreds of years?" Raymond suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "What year is this year?"

Lann shook his head and replied, "1265."

"Let me think, let me think... I came in in 970... No, it might be 980, my mind is confused..." Raymond held his head, "But, but Osmond promised to come find me! One year, five years at most, even ten years is fine, he said he would come back to save me!"

The red mist erupted from the old demon hunter's body again. The Red Plague Demon seemed to want to take advantage of Raymond's mental fluctuations to try to break the seal again, but was suppressed by Yennefer in an instant.

Kaiyan sighed to Shapet beside him with empathy: "He has been imprisoned for nearly three hundred years..."

…

Lann raised his left hand, and a long, cold white light flowed along his fingertips and enveloped Raymond's brain.

"Calm down, we are still here to rescue you, right?"

[Axis Seal: Magical Burst]

This is equivalent to hypnotizing an old demon hunter and a red plague ghost at the same time, but with the constant supply of magic power, Raymond finally calmed down.

"I'm already beyond help. Look at my body." Raymond said dejectedly, "But it's quite appropriate for you to use the sorcerer's seal. Hurry and kill the Red Plague Ghost along with me now, so that it won't go out and spread the disease to harm people..."

At this moment, he was still thinking about getting rid of harm to the people.

Lan shook his head and put his left hand on Raymond's shoulder under his puzzled look.

"A lot of things have happened out there in the past three hundred years, and the most important thing for you is my appearance." Lan pointed at himself and chuckled.

"I can save you. My power will enter your body and repair you in a moment. But please do not resist, because this is your only chance."

Under Raymond's incredulous and expectant eyes, Lan's thoughts sank into the system panel.

Spend a skill point to open a new follower panel. This last skill point has been recycled many times.

Then the experience points dropped sharply and soon exceeded three digits - there was no way to reuse them, and Lann suddenly realized that he had not upgraded for a long time.

But the expense is worth it.

A brand new panel unfolded before him.

【Follower: Raymond

Gender: Male

Race: Demon Hunter

Level: 1

Talent: Plague

Experience value: 0/1000

HP: 2200/2200

Mana: 2500/2500

Inventory: None

Skills: Wolf School Skills, Wolf School Swordsmanship Advanced, Wolf School Signs Advanced, Forging Advanced, Tailoring Advanced, Mysticism Advanced, Herbalism Advanced, General Knowledge Advanced, Alchemy Advanced, Riding Intermediate, Crossbow Intermediate, Gwent Card Skills Low

Mission: None]

The demon hunter's panel is much shabby compared to trolls, dragons, giants, high-level vampires and the like, but the demon hunter is a profession that relies on rich knowledge and skills to defeat the strong with the weak.

What is important is not Raymond's panel attributes, but the special talents formed through his special experiences.

[Shared follower talent]

[Shared Talent: Plague Body]

[Plague Body: The owner of this talent is immune to all bacterial and viral diseases, and increases his resistance to all toxins by 100%. 】

Lan's eyes narrowed. It seemed that he could take more potions?

…

The effect of the talent can be savored slowly later.

Under the nervous gazes of the other Wolf Clan members, Raymond's body was suddenly injected with a vitality far stronger than spring; when he took his first breath, he was still half dead, but when he exhaled, it was as if he had exhaled death out of his body.

The injuries and symptoms disappeared without a trace within the span of a breath, and even the face that had looked listless after being tortured for hundreds of years now looked refreshed.

"Yennefer." Lann did not relax and shouted, "Now, lift the seal!"

Even more magical power was injected into Raymond's body, and at the same time the sorceress suddenly withdrew her spell.

The next second, a rolling red mist as solid as blood rose from Raymond's body and seeped out from every pore of his body. At that moment, everyone's ears seemed to echo with the wailing of countless overlapping voices.

Those voices belong to men, women, the elderly, and children...

The three-meter-tall Red Plague Ghost finally revealed its true appearance. Its upper limbs were human-like, and its lower limbs were only hazy mist. The little skin it had was rugged and dry like tree bark, and its body was covered with spikes that flashed blood.

The moment it appeared, it howled and rushed towards the door. It was so fast that the other witchers who were rejoicing at Raymond's recovery couldn't react in time.

Fortunately, a purple light attached to its body in the next second, which not only reduced the speed of the Red Plague Ghost sharply, but also imprisoned it as a prison.

The duration of Lann's [Yarden] seal is beyond imagination, and the effect is beyond common sense.

Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert, Eskar, and Chapetl, who had transformed into Geralt, all five of them drew their swords from their backs. This time they had no worries about stopping.

"Wait!" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

The sudden departure of the evil spirit left Raymond in a trance for a moment on the ground, but his eyes, filled with murderous intent, stared at the Red Plague Ghost.

He suddenly felt a bottle of potion being stuffed into his left hand. He looked up and saw it was Lan.

The blond young man gave him an encouraging smile.

He tilted his head back, the potion went down his throat, and his mind instantly became clear.

Raymond calmly clapped his left hand to add a layer of [Quinn] protection to himself, and then pinched out an [Alder] from a distance.

"Let me do it... There must be an explanation for these hundreds of years of torture!"

Everyone stepped back, and Geralt returned the Sword of the Lady of the Lake to Lann, who then handed it to Raymond.

"Have fun," he wished.

…

The Red Plague Ghost's end can only be described as tragic.

Three hundred years ago, even though Raymond had been possessed and plotted against, he was still able to seal the Red Plague Ghost with his extraordinary magical knowledge and strong willpower.

Now he has a body that has been restored to its peak by the [Follower] system, which allows him to exert his full strength with extraordinary will.

This evil spirit, which was born from the resentment of countless patients before their death, ultimately did not have the opportunity to appear in the world and destroy all living things. It died screaming in the place where it was born.

Raymond also personally put a perfect end to his nearly three hundred years of perseverance.

This was the end of Shapet's commission.

But he had a follow-up request.

Today, the Devil's Pit is still filled with plague germs and has become a dead place. Anyone who gets close to it is at risk of being infected.

So he wanted to entrust Lann to "purify" this place.

At the entrance of the mine, Lan opened his left hand, made a seal, and took a deep breath.

[Igni Sign·Pyromania·Magic Explosion]!

Blazing flames gushed out from Lann's palms, as if a tireless dragon was dwelling deep inside. The endless heat waves, carrying the fiery power of purification, poured into the plague cave, turning the sins that once existed there into ashes.

Chapet's face melted and then solidified again, changing from Geralt's appearance back into the Archon of the Eternal Flame.

His expression was cold, but there was pity in his eyes. He knelt on the ground, clasping his hands in front of his chest.

"The flame lights us and protects us from evil. The flame never dies and guides us even after death.

Eternal Fire, we pray to you. Eternal Fire, we place our trust in you.

The eternal fire..."

The witchers took a step back, the firelight scorching their faces slightly warm.

Raymond looked at Shapet with great interest. His suffering over the past few hundred years was closely related to the Eternal Fire, and strictly speaking, they had a grudge against each other.

Who would have thought that the position of Archon of the Eternal Flame would be stolen by a shapeshifter? Raymond felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.

But then his attention was drawn to Lann again, because the fire sprayed by this young witcher was enough to set fire to an entire village or even a town. And that was not the end, it was still continuing.

Soon, the rocks surrounding the mine also began to burn with rootless fire, and these incombustible materials were ignited. Accompanied by bursts of "boom" explosions and collapse sounds, violent shaking began to be heard from deep underground.

Shapet closed his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes: "I am willing to take responsibility for this sin and clear the name of the flame from now on. Brothers and sisters, let us pray together - the flame protects the world and burns away the filth; the flame protects the world and warms the road; the flame exposes evil and makes it disappear..."

Raymond quietly nudged Vesemir next to him and said, "Little guy, what's the situation with this guy with the lion emblem? Isn't the power of this seal a little too exaggerated? And why did I feel so fond of him the first time I saw him?"

Vesemir laughed. "Lan has an inexplicable charm. Everyone likes him... But a lot of things have happened in the past two hundred years. Let's talk about it slowly..."

…

"What? The Witcher Order has been rebuilt? And six different schools have been gathered together?"

Novigrad, Temple Island, Eternal Flame Reception Room.

Raymond, who had been out of touch with the world for hundreds of years, screamed in surprise as he listened to everyone filling him in on what had happened in the outside world over the past few hundred years.

Vesemir smiled and nodded.

Lambert grabbed the wine jug on the table and filled everyone's glasses. He looked at Raymond curiously and asked, "Why is your necklace different from ours? And your previous armor style is also very different from ours. I almost didn't recognize you as a brother from the Wolf Clan."

Today's demon hunter badges are all made in the round, but the necklace on Raymond's chest is just a coin-sized metal disc with a wolf head carved in relief.

It's probably the difference between 3D and 2D.

"In our time, the badges were made by ourselves after passing the Mountain Trial, not by the mentors like you." Raymond was also very patient with the brothers of the Wolf Clan. Although he looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, he was kinder than the white-haired Vesemir.

"I also made the armor I'm wearing myself. At that time, the brothers always liked to give me all kinds of armor and sundries, and I was able to turn them into treasures..."

"You are really amazing!" Eskar praised, "Your armor is really strong. It has not been maintained for hundreds of years, but the four of us hacked at it for a long time and it didn't break!"

Raymond couldn't hold back any longer: "You guys are really ruthless, aren't you worried about accidentally killing me..."

Raymond's talent in forging is truly amazing. The armor he created combines a variety of lost techniques from ancient times with his own alchemical enhancements, and is particularly suitable for the witcher's seal.

"It took me a long time to communicate with the armorers, alchemists, and mages stationed there at the time, and then I traveled almost all over the North before I finally put together this set of armor. I had planned to bring it back to the school as a blueprint for the Wolf School's armor in the future, but unfortunately..." Raymond shook his head.

Vesemir sighed, suddenly sad.

"If you had not been trapped here, this armor that can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the Wolf Clan could have been brought back to the Wolf Clan."

"Perhaps we won't be so powerless in the riots that follow..."

Vesemir was referring to the tragedy that nearly wiped out the entire clan of Kaer Morhen.

Raymond was silent for a while, and finally sighed and patted Vesemir on the shoulder: "You are Ba Ming's apprentice, right? He is my best friend, and you didn't bring shame to him."

"Thank you for your hard work over the years..."

…

The people of the Wolf Faction were reminiscing about the past.

On the other side, Rann brought Shapet.

Each of them filled the wine glasses in front of them, and the Duke of Cintra faced the Archon of the Eternal Fire with a serious expression.

"There will be a riot in Redania soon. Technically, it might be called a rebellion."

Lann's first words made Shapet's face change drastically.

"I need your help, Shapet."