Guilliman Gelman
Race: Perfect Witcher
Witcher Mutation: Second Order
Mutation Abilities: Bone-Chilling LV1, Addiction LV1.
Strength: 18.82
Agility: 18.54
Spirit: 10.25
Magic: 18.45
Poison Resistance: 45.52
Number of Common Skills: 25
Attributes Provided by Common Skills: Strength 6.4, Agility 6.4, Dynamic Vision 1, Stealth Mastery 1, Ranged Mastery 1, Riding Mastery 2, Weapon Mastery 12, Battlefield Intuition 20, Battlefield Presence 21.
Before setting out to hunt vampires, Guilliman once again checked his status panel.
In terms of physical attributes alone, he had increased his strength and agility by about a third compared to when he returned from the Lands Between. His normal strength and speed had already reached eighteen times that of an ordinary person, and even compared to ordinary Witchers, he was five or six times stronger.
If one included the special attributes gained from common basic skills, and the Bone-Chilling and Addiction abilities brought by the secondary mutation, his combat power had at least doubled.
And the soul power he spent was only about eight thousand points, which was incredibly cost-effective.
Unfortunately, his soul power was used up, and this opportunity to improve from scratch only came once.
It was a good thing that he was hunting vampires now; seizing their soul power could be considered a replenishment.
He heard that many vampires, due to their long lifespans, were often masters of alchemy and enchanting. Perhaps by devouring their souls, he could learn the alchemy and enchanting arts of the Elder Scrolls world.
Guilliman was too lazy to return to Breezehome to rest. With only Lydia, the beautiful follower, at home, if a lecher like him couldn't control himself and something happened between a man and a woman alone, Freya would definitely be sad when she returned.
At the very least, he couldn't touch Freya's friends; he couldn't hurt the young girl's feelings.
He bought some cooked food at the Bannered Mare Inn and put it into his storage space. Then, he informed Lydia, took the simple location map given by the Jarl's steward, Avynchi, and set off.
Perhaps because of its northern location, Skyrim's climate had not changed much. With the spirit horse Torrent, Guilliman no longer used long-distance teleportation but instead rode quickly to his destination.
Although Torrent was just a ghost horse, he actually liked to manifest his body and run in the real world; this was his nature as a horse.
He estimated that part of the reason this spirit horse chose him was because he could travel between different worlds and take him to see the scenery of various worlds.
Torrent's speed was very fast, not much inferior to the legendary Thousand-Li Horse (thousand-mile horse).
After only an hour of riding, he brought the Witcher to the target area.
This was a wilderness located by the roadside, with complex terrain, making it unsuitable for large-scale exploration.
The vampires lurking here were obviously highly intelligent, knowing that ambushing along such a trade route would be conducive to capturing intelligent creatures.
The map did not mark the exact location of the vampire lair, as ordinary people searching for a vampire lair without sufficient strength would simply be courting death.
However, this did not stump Guilliman. As a Witcher, he was best at finding certain things.
Moreover, vampires in the Elder Scrolls world ate human flesh, and their bodies had a very strong smell of blood. For a Witcher's sense of smell, it was like a beacon, making it difficult for them to hide.
Sure enough, not long after, a strong smell of blood entered Guilliman's nose. This was the smell of human blood, distinctly different from the blood of other animals.
The Witcher's eyes became stern. Holding the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, he did not hide his figure and followed the scent.
There was no need for negotiation with vampires who fed on humans; his attitude was to kill every one he saw.
What he said about taking the vampire route before was just a joke.
Vampires in the Elder Scrolls world were not a bloodline, but rather beings who sold their souls to the Daedric Prince Molag Bal, becoming his playthings.
The reason these vampires lived freely was simply because the Daedric Prince was busy and had no time to manage them.
Once Molag Bal wanted their lives or wanted them to do something, with just a flick of his finger, few vampires could refuse.
A few minutes later.
Following the scent of blood, Guilliman arrived at the entrance of a cave leading to an unknown place, and the strong smell emanated from here.
Such caves, as well as certain catacombs, fortress ruins, and the like, were one of the unique features of this world.
Any similar place was highly likely to hide many monsters or evil individuals, and, of course, a lot of loot.
Guilliman chuckled inwardly, a sense of adventure welling up, as if he had returned to a game.
Although he felt he was already a strong individual in the Elder Scrolls world, for caution's sake, he still cast a Quen shield on himself and then swaggered in.
Click.
No sooner had he entered the cave than he triggered a mechanism, whether with his foot or something else.
Suddenly, a huge metal cage dropped from the ceiling, trapping the Witcher inside.
Judging by the material and size of the metal cage, it weighed at least a thousand catties. It would certainly be more than enough to trap an ordinary person.
Of course, with Guilliman's current strength, he could lift this cage with just one hand.
However, he didn't do so. Instead, he feigned a panicked expression, grabbing the thick iron bars of the cage and shaking them vigorously, as if he were an ordinary person who had been captured.
A few seconds later, a sneering sound came from the cave entrance.
"Look, we've caught another little mouse."
"Hmm, this size is enough for us to eat again tomorrow."
"I just like to eat these muscular ones. The merchant we ate at noon was too fat."
As the words fell, a handsome middle-aged man in a red robe, followed by two scantily clad beautiful women, emerged from the depths of the cave.
Their eyes glowed red, their attitudes were frivolous, and they looked at the Witcher in the cage with blatant malice, as if he were a piece of fatty meat on a chopping block.
Although the three of them were good-looking, Guilliman instinctively frowned and felt disgusted as soon as he saw them.
This was because their chins, chests, and mouths were covered in bloodstains, with a lot of meat fibers and skin tissue still clinging to them.
There was no need to guess what they had just eaten.
Seeing the main culprits appear, Guilliman stopped pretending. His body transformed into a streak of light, instantly appearing behind the three vampires.
The Sword of the Lady of the Lake in his hand flared with light, turning into a two-meter-long greatsword, and he swung it at the three of them.
However, the handsome middle-aged man seemed to have considerable combat experience. He only managed a startled cry, then lunged forward, narrowly dodging the cleaving attack.
Then, with a clang, like the sound of a door opening, his figure instantly vanished, having actually escaped the cave.
This was a teleportation spell, similar to a mage's escape skill.
He hadn't expected this middle-aged vampire's magical abilities to be quite strong. Being able to react to the situation and use teleportation to escape in such a short time clearly showed extensive combat experience.
Unfortunately, he was quick to run, but his two female companions were not so lucky.
These two scantily clad beautiful vampire women had no time to react and were instantly cut in half by the blade of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. Their faces still held expressions of shock, as if they hadn't expected to die so quickly.
Although vampires had strong regenerative abilities, Guilliman gave them no chance. He delivered two more blows to their heads and then absorbed the souls of these two beautiful vampire women.
Although he liked beautiful women, ordinary beauties usually didn't catch his eye much, let alone something that was just a pretty shell with a monstrous core.
Guilliman wasted about ten seconds on these two female vampires. Before he could rush out to pursue the middle-aged vampire, he heard angry curses coming from outside the cave.
"Despicable bug, you've messed with the wrong person."
"I am Arch-Conjurer Willsem."
"I will tear your body into pieces and feed them to my dogs."
Uh, this middle-aged vampire actually chose not to flee. It seems he was quite confident in himself. The pressure Guilliman put on him wasn't great enough.
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