As night approached, Valesa seemed to have nothing to do. The two sat by the bonfire, eating barbecue and drinking sweet wine, chatting for a long time.
The witcher talked about various strange monsters in the world, while the elf maiden's topics were a bit heavy, all about the future of non-human races, and century-old dilemmas like whether humans and elves could coexist.
Guilliman did not brush her off, nor did he care if he would change the future plot. Instead, he honestly expressed his views based on the history and future of this world that he knew.
For example, the impending Third Nilfgaardian War, the high probability of the Northern Realms being defeated, and how the various internal conflicts caused by the war would be shifted to humans and non-human races, inevitably leading to racial conflicts.
He believed that with such scarce resources at the bottom, humans were extremely exclusive. Many times, even people of the same race from different countries could not coexist, let alone non-human races.
Unless the elves and dwarves were willing to become human slaves, to be enslaved by them forever.
Otherwise, there would inevitably be competition between the two. Even if humans did not make trouble now, in the future, once they became stronger, they would eventually wipe out other races.
Perhaps what he said was too profound, for Valesa fell silent after listening.
After the silence, the elf maiden, perhaps feeling frustrated, proposed a sparring match, saying it was to test her weapons.
And Guilliman's intuition was not wrong.
Valesa was indeed a formidable warrior, using two elven one-handed swords, one long and one short.
It was unknown where this sword art originated. When Valesa dodged, her footwork was light and elusive, with a rhythm like an elven dance. When she struck, her swordsmanship was both agile and ruthless, often hitting vital points unexpectedly. It was a terrifying killing sword art.
If it weren't for Guilliman's current physical prowess, which crushed this elf maiden several times over, he would probably be defeated by this killing-focused sword art within a dozen moves.
However, in the face of absolute strength and speed, even the strongest technique was useless.
The two dueled for more than ten minutes until Valesa was sore and drenched in sweat, only then did she admit defeat due to exhaustion.
Watching the night deepen, the valiant and beautiful elf maiden departed with some reluctance. Guilliman knew that his mission to build goodwill tonight had been very successful, and she must already have a good impression of him... The next morning, the witcher's immense energy meant Guilliman didn't need much sleep.
He set off early, arriving at the dragon-hunting team's gathering place, only to find that the dwarves were also up early.
These short, stout dwarf warriors, each like a tree stump, carried heavy crossbows, ropes, and battle axes, all rubbing their fists, seemingly quite excited for the upcoming dragon-slaying battle.
And the dragon-hunting captain, Yarpen, brought a big piece of news while discussing the battle plan with everyone.
"Brothers, we're in luck."
"The brother who went to scout the wyvern's nest has returned, and he brought good news."
"It turns out those two wyverns are currently in their egg-laying period. The blind female dragon has already laid several wyvern eggs and must guard the nest at all times."
Saying this, the formidable-looking captain of the dragon-hunting team looked at Guilliman and said:
"The situation is very favorable for us now, witcher."
"Wyverns in their egg-laying period are very irritable. We will go to a safe spot, use a harassment strategy to lure out the male wyvern, and then collectively surround and kill him."
"And your task is to prevent the female wyvern from coming out to assist. We cannot deal with two wyverns at once. If possible, please kill her in the cave."
Upon hearing this, Guilliman nodded. After a second of silence, he said to Yarpen:
"We agreed to split the reward equally. This plan seems to give me an advantage. Is that alright?"
The dwarf Yarpen and the other dwarves around him exchanged glances, then all burst into laughter, saying:
"Witcher, your dragon-slaying experience is still too little."
"Don't think you're getting an advantage; a pregnant female dragon is more dangerous than a male dragon."
"To protect their eggs, these female dragons will truly fight to the death."
"Let's decide it this way. Wait for our signal, then kill this female dragon, and finally, we'll split the reward equally."
"With the camaraderie from this joint operation, if there are any other good opportunities like this, I'll think of you."
With things laid out like this, Guilliman naturally had no reason to refuse.
Afterward, they discussed some minor details and then set off, heading towards the summit of the distant Tea Mountain.
The dragon-slaying battle was imminent... As Tea Mountain had been cultivated by Amethyst Village for many years, the path up the mountain was already well-formed and not difficult to traverse.
It didn't take long for the group to reach the halfway point of Tea Mountain.
Yarpen pointed to a cave near a cliff on the distant mountaintop and said to Guilliman:
"That's the wyvern's nest. We'll split up now."
"We'll set up traps halfway up the mountain. After you see the male wyvern fly out of the cave, don't rush to act."
"You must wait until we've tied that wyvern with grappling hooks and sent up a smoke signal."
This had been agreed upon long ago. After Guilliman nodded in agreement, he went alone towards the cave at the mountaintop.
It had been over a month since he arrived in the witcher world, and climbing mountains was already second nature to him. In less than half an hour, he had quietly approached the cave near the summit, waiting for the dwarves' signal.
Since battle was imminent, Guilliman no longer held back. Facing his first battle against an elite monster,
He decisively took out a bottle of Thunderbolt potion, which increased strength and explosiveness, and a bottle of Tawny Owl potion, which increased magic recovery speed, from his storage space and drank them down.
After drinking the potions, Guilliman quickly felt a large amount of potion power surging within him, then rapidly transmitting through his blood vessels, mutated organs, and muscles to every part of his body. A feeling of enhanced strength throughout his body arose spontaneously.
He squinted his eyes, entered a semi-meditative state, and looked at his attribute panel.
He immediately noticed that after his Strength and Agility attributes, there was a temporary boost of 1.5, meaning that one bottle of Thunderbolt potion had probably increased his Strength and Agility by 1.5 times that of an ordinary person, which was indeed astonishingly effective.
Not only that, the Witcher King System was also very user-friendly.
After drinking two bottles of potions, the 'Poison Resistance' column also changed to 8 / 15.52, telling him in data form that the toxicity of these two potions was about eight points, and his poison resistance limit still allowed him to drink one or two more bottles of potions.
Guilliman was very satisfied with the effects of the potions. He drew his witcher steel sword, gripped it tightly, and at the same time, held his breath and focused, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the wyvern's nest, waiting to join the battle at any moment.