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战斗力 鹅
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会,女术士典型的自我感觉良好,但是在那之前椰奶还在和triss撕逼233
It was noon, when the sorceresses arrived in Rivia, within sight of the shiny surface of
Loc Eskalott, the towers of the castle and the red roofs of the city.
'We're here,' said Yennefer. 'Rivia. What a curious and entangled destiny.'
Ciri was excited and Kelpie kept dancing and shuffling on the edge of the road. Triss
Merigold sighed unnoticed. Rather, she believed it had been unnoticed.
'Please,' Yennefer looked at he. 'What strange sounds float from you beauteous breast,
Triss. Ciri, go out and see what lies ahead.'
Triss averted her face, determined not to give Yennefer any excuse. She sis not expect it
to work. For a long time she had been sensing Yennefer's anger and aggression growing
stronger as they approached Rivia.
'You, Triss,' Yennefer mischievously insisted, 'do not blush, do not sigh, do not drool or
wiggle around in your saddle. Or is it that you think because I agreed to your request that I
want to have you with us? That I was interested in seeing you spend a meeting with an old
love? Ciri, I asked you to go on ahead. The two of us need to talk!'
'It is not a discussion, it is a lecture,' Ciri dared to argue, but under the threatening glare
from violet eyes, she immediately recoiled, clucked and galloped off on Kelpie on the road
ahead.
'You're not going to meet a loved one, Triss,' Yennefer continued. 'I am not so noble or
stupid enough to give you the opportunity, or him the temptation. But just for today. I could
not deny myself the sweet satisfaction. He knows what role you play as a member of the
Lodge. He will thank you for that with his famous look. And I'll be looking at your quivering
lips and trembling hands, I will listen to your lame apologies and excuses. And you know
what, Triss? I will faint with delight.'
'I knew,' Triss grunted. 'That you would not forget, that you would take your revenge. I
agreed to this, because I was actually at fault. But one thing I must tell you, Yennefer. Do
not count too much on fainting. He knows how to forgive.'
'He knows what was done to him, of course,' Yennefer narrowed her eyes. 'But he will
never forgive you for what was done to Ciri. And me.'
'It is possible,' Triss swallowed. 'He may not forgive. Especially if you insist. But he
won't fly into a rage. He won't lower himself like that.'
Yennefer flicked her horse with her whip in anger. The animal whinnied and leapt and the
sorceress swayed in her saddle.
'Enough talk,' she snapped. 'more humility, you smug viper! He is my man, mine and only
mine! Do you understand? You have to stop talking about him, to stop thinking about him,
you have to stop admiring his noble character... As of right now, right now! Oh I want to grab
you by your matted red hair...'
'Try it!' screamed Triss. 'Just try it, you vindictive bitch and I'll scratch out your eyes!' I...'
The both fell silent when they saw the cloud of dust as Ciri galloped back towards them.
They immediately understood that something was happening. Even before Ciri had reach
them.
Above the thatched roofs and red tiles, suddenly shot out red tongues of flame and
belching clouds of smoke. To the sorceresses ears came a sound like the intrusive buzz of
flies, or the buzzing of angry bees. Screams grew stronger in counterpoint to the buzzing.
'What the hell is going on?' Yennefer stood in her stirrups. 'A raid? A fire?'
'Geralt...' Ciri suddenly groaned, turning as white as paper. 'Geralt!'
'Ciri? What is the matter?'
Ciri raised her hand and the sorceresses saw blood running down her palm. Down the life
line.
'He has come full circle,' said the girl, her eyes closed. 'e hurt me with the thorn from
Shaerrawedd, the snake Uroboros biting his own tail. I'm coming, Geralt! I'm coming to you!
I will not leave you alone!' |
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