It was a huge steel cage made up of dozens of iron bars thicker than arms. It weighed several tons, so it could trap most monsters.

In the Middle Ages, when there was no welding technology, only large blacksmith shops like O. Henry's had enough manpower, technology and materials to complete the work.

While he was checking the progress of the steel cage, Master O. Henry told him good news.

The new armor, made using dragon scales from Skyrim and green dragon skins from the Wizarding World, has been basically completed and is entering the final stage.

Because Wayne provided sufficient materials, Master O. Henry made two sets of armor in total.

One set is heavy leather armor made mainly of green dragon leather, with some key positions made of metal and dragon scales. It has medium defense, comparable to most chain mail, but is light and flexible. The overall weight is only five kilograms, which is a light armor level and suitable for flexible combat.

The other set is made mainly of hard dragon scales and various rare metal materials. It is a heavy armor similar to plate armor composite armor. It has amazing defensive power, which is much stronger than the average knight's iron can. But at the same time, it weighs more than 20 kilograms. Due to the special structure of the plate armor, it will be slightly hindered when moving.

However, these problems are nothing to Wayne. His physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary humans, and he is firmly at the top among all demon hunters. It is not an exaggeration to call him a humanoid monster.

These two sets of armor, one is used as light armor for daily combat, and the other is used as protective armor for large-scale battles. They can just cope with different situations, which makes Wayne quite satisfied.

He stayed in the blacksmith shop for two or three hours, and used Gwent to gain some experience and a lot of rare materials from the dwarf master. He also used the simple kitchen in the blacksmith shop to cook a delicious lunch, good food and wine, and entertained everyone, thus maintaining everyone's friendship.

When Wayne had a drink and left the blacksmith shop, his keen witcher senses immediately noticed that someone was following him, and there were quite a few of them.

This discovery immediately made him sober up, and at the same time, he felt a little surprised by this situation.

Although he predicted that the person who cursed Princess Adda would come to hinder his actions, he did not expect that this guy would be so bold and presumptuous. He took action less than a few hours after leaving the palace. He simply did not take him and King Fortest seriously. He did not know whether to say that he was brave or stupid.

Well, in order to meet the king, he went out today wearing a decent and handsome silk gown, and he didn't even bring a weapon. Maybe this attire gave others hope of defeating him.

Unfortunately, these poor guys don’t know that his swordsmanship can only rank second in his overall strength, and he who can cast seals at will is the strongest.

Wayne pretended not to notice that someone was following him and left the old city of Vizima directly. When he walked across the wooden bridge connecting the old city and the new city and came to an open space outside the new city with few people, he really felt that a group of about ten guys surrounded him from several directions and blocked him in this open space.

Wayne looked around at the people surrounding him and couldn't help frowning.

These guys are not the ruffians in the city. Each of them looks fierce, wearing a variety of armors, holding various weapons in their hands, and even two of them are holding light crossbows. They are most likely mercenaries who make a living from war.

They had malicious intentions on their faces. When they approached Wayne, the leader, a strong man wearing iron armor, with a bald head and scarred face, chuckled and said, "Little white face, someone paid us to beat you into a cripple. We paid you for the job, so don't blame us."

Wayne looked up at him, without any fear on his face, and said calmly:

"Can you tell me who commissioned this? Have you ever met him in person?"

The bald, scarred man was slightly surprised to see Wayne acting so confident, but considering that the other party had no weapons and no armor, and faced with a siege of more than a dozen people, there was no chance of turning the tables, so he said, "We can't tell you who commissioned us. This is our professional ethics. Besides, we don't know who it is. We just do the job for money."

"You'd better not resist, otherwise we will beat you to death without restraint. You can't blame us then."

Upon hearing this, Wayne sighed, mobilized the chaotic magic power in his body and began to gather it in his hands. He looked at the scarred burly man and gave a final word of advice.

"Since you don't know anything, there's no point in keeping you around."

"If you surrender now, you can still save your life. I won't stop when the fight starts."

The scarred burly man was stunned when he heard this. He turned around and looked at his dozen fully armed men. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Ask us to surrender? Are you an idiot? Or are you just pretending to be mysterious? Forget it. I thought he was some big shot, but he turned out to be a fool. Brothers, go and cripple him."

Seeing that they were stubborn, Wayne no longer held back. With his right hand filled with chaos magic power, he instantly drew a magic pattern of the Alder Seal, and then pressed it down to the ground.

Bang! Accompanied by an invisible circular air wave, there was a loud bang. Within a range of nearly ten meters, grass, stones, and soil on the ground flew out one after another. The mercenaries who rushed towards him seemed to be hit by an invisible rhinoceros at high speed. Instead of being pushed away, they all spit out blood and flew backwards, directly knocking the others behind them like gourds rolling down.

Having awakened the ancient blood and with the assistance of various skills and equipment, the strength of his seals now far exceeded the standards of ordinary demon hunters. Even the impact damage of the Alder Seal itself could directly cause ordinary people to displace their internal organs and vomit blood.

The scarred burly man who led the group was farther away. Although he was also knocked to the ground by the power of the Alder Sign, he immediately struggled and shouted, "It's a wizard! He is a wizard!"

"Crossbowmen, shoot him to death!"

Unfortunately, as the two enemies that Wayne was focusing on, how could he give them a chance to attack? Before the bald and scarred mercenary shouted, one of the two mercenaries holding crossbows had been controlled by Wayne's Axis Sign. In the surprised and shocked eyes of the other crossbowman, he directly pulled the trigger and shot an arrow through his companion's throat.

Wayne took advantage of this time and rushed to the controlled crossbowman at an extremely fast speed. Before he could break free from Axi's control, he punched him hard in the throat, shattering his larynx. Forcing him to hold his neck and suffocate to death in pain.

In just a dozen seconds, the mercenaries surrounding Wayne were beaten to pieces by his powerful magic, and there was almost no one who could resist him head-on.

However, after all, he was a man who had seen blood on the battlefield. The bald, scarred man who was knocked down first got up from the ground, picked up his shield and one-handed sword, roared at Wayne, and then shouted to encourage his companions:

"Brothers, don't be afraid. He is alone. Come with me. The wizard is also mortal. As long as we can chop him with one blow, we will win."

After saying that, he raised the round shield in his hand to cover the lower half of his face and chest, and led several other mercenaries who were inspired by him, jumped over their injured companions on the ground, and rushed towards Wayne with all their might.

Unfortunately, for these mercenaries who have only fought with ordinary people, they simply cannot imagine the destructive power of a demon hunter with ancient blood and full firepower.

Wayne sighed slightly in his heart, looked at the six mercenaries rushing towards him without knowing how to live or die, raised his right hand which had already accumulated a large amount of chaos magic power, and a charged version of the Igni Seal sprayed out.

In an instant, huge heat like a volcanic eruption, accompanied by orange-red flames in a range of more than ten meters, instantly enveloped the six mercenaries rushing over.

The mercenaries who rushed over only had time to let out a howl of extreme pain before they were burned by the high temperature flames that enveloped their bodies. They fell to the ground, rolled and struggled for a few times, and soon died.

Faced with this tragic scene that was like the breath of a dragon, the mercenaries who were lying on the ground wailing because of their injuries were all frightened. They covered their mouths, trembling all over, and looked at Wayne with terrified eyes, as if they were looking at a devil. Some of them even wet their pants with fear.

Wayne had no mercy for these guys who lived on the edge of a knife and were more like bandits than mercenaries. He glanced at the survivors on the ground with indifferent eyes and did not kill these poor creatures.

After all, in the real world, killing does not provide any experience points or benefits, so it is better to leave a few people to help their companions collect the bodies.

He shook his right hand which was slightly burned by the high temperature flame of Igni, turned around and walked towards a forest a hundred meters away. According to his witcher sense, there was a person there who was secretly observing this side.

When he saw Wayne's great victory, or rather the crazy massacre, this guy let out a cry of surprise and now began to flee desperately in the opposite direction.

There is no doubt that this guy is the one who hired these mercenaries to stop him, and he is also the one who cursed and poisoned Princess Yada.

According to Wayne's memory, it seemed to be a fat court minister. He couldn't remember the specific name, but if he caught him, he would definitely be able to recognize him.

Wayne was very fast. In less than half a minute, he saw the fat figure in gorgeous clothes fleeing towards the gate of Vizima.

(End of this chapter)