Geralt of Rivia: The White Wolf

Chapter 1 The Awakening of the White Wolf

"Cold, shivering."

"Not bad, it seems you must be the most special one among this batch of newcomers." Zhang Jie slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, looking at the man who slowly stood up in front of him with a complicated expression.

Since arriving in this godforsaken place, Zhang Jie has never seen such a unique newcomer before. Yes, unique.

"Is this what they call the God's Space?"

Geralt asked himself the same question.

Meanwhile, Geralt, with an expectant yet somewhat doubtful expression, slowly surveyed his surroundings, his heart filled with wavering and doubt.

Geralt wondered if he had fallen into a trap because he was too eager to make up for his regrets. The so-called God might not be as omnipotent as He claimed, and was probably just another guy like the Master of Mirrors.

I think I've been tricked again.

After all, Geralt looked at the men and women on the ground who were still unconscious. Judging from the clean clothes on their bodies and their smooth, clean skin, they didn't look like strong people at all.

The Wolf Hunter badge hanging around his neck didn't vibrate, so the people on the ground probably weren't warlocks or anything like that; instead, they all looked like nobles.

As for the surrounding environment, it didn't seem to be anything special. Judging from the vibrations coming from under my feet and the scenery flashing past the window, I was most likely in a moving steel carriage.

There are two things that can be considered special. One of them is that the materials used in this carriage are very special. So much steel was used to build the carriage instead of to forge steel swords. It seems that the builder of the carriage was very wealthy!

Another point is the man smoking in front of Geralt; Geralt can sense a faint sense of threat emanating from this man.

"This is a strong person."

Geralt, who had long teetered on the edge of life and death, quickly came to this conclusion: however, the man's cigarette seemed more convenient than a pipe.

Further away in the carriage, a group of people dressed in uniforms were gathered together. Geralt judged them to be a squad of soldiers, who looked no different from the soldiers of Nilfgaard, Redania, and Temeria.

The only difference is that the soldiers are carrying weapons that look like fire pokers. They are quite unique. Judging from their length and shape, they don't seem to be melee weapons. They are more likely to be ranged weapons like hand crossbows.

We don't yet know the rate of fire, range, and power of this long-range weapon. We don't know if the Quen sign we're using after our second mutation can withstand it. We need to be careful.

At this moment, Jero withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked down at the ground beside him. He saw a young man suddenly jump up from the ground, looking at him and the smoking man next to him who had woken up earlier than him with some fear.

Geralt looked at the young man in front of him, who was looking around. His eyes were dark and his face was pale, suggesting years of indulgence. However, judging from his physique, he had probably done some simple muscle training, but his combat strength was negligible.

The conclusion is as above; they were likely ordinary humans from aristocratic backgrounds.

The lustful youth Geralt mentioned, Zheng Zha, had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but looking at the two scarred men in front of him who looked like they were not to be trifled with, and the few people around him who were still unconscious, Zheng Zha swallowed the words that were about to come out and decided to wait until the people on the ground woke up before speaking.

However, Zheng Zha didn't speak, but Zhang Jie took the initiative to say to Zheng Zha, "Your manners are also quite good."

"What do you mean by 'manners'? Do you mean I didn't panic and scream?"

Zheng Zha was completely bewildered. He cautiously remained silent, instead forcing an awkward yet polite smile at Zhang Jie.

At this moment, the two women and three men remaining on the ground also woke up one after another.

"Where am I? I still need to buy groceries to take home!"

"Who are you people?"

"Have I been kidnapped?"

As everyone woke up, the atmosphere instantly became noisy.

Geralt was also secretly observing this group of people and found that the old lady who said she wanted to buy groceries and the little fat boy were the most talkative and flustered.

As for the older and younger men, they weren't unperturbed; their fear and wariness were practically overflowing.

On the contrary, the other young woman wearing glasses was more interesting.

Geralt noticed that the young woman with glasses had been secretly observing him. After thinking about it for a moment, Geralt felt that her gaze seemed to carry a sense of recognition towards him.

"Things are getting a little interesting."

Geralt crossed his arms, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and silently watched the people in front of him without saying a word.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

At this moment, Zhang Jie pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired three shots at the top of the carriage.

After the three shots were fired, the men who had been shouting just moments before instantly fell silent, staring at Zhang Jie in terror.

Geralt, however, was not startled by the gunshot. He had already noticed it just as Zhang Jie was about to draw his gun.

At this moment, Geralt was examining the top of the carriage where Zhang Jie had just fired his gun. He saw that the top of the carriage was intact, and a transparent shield that was previously invisible to the naked eye was now appearing above everyone's heads.

"I hadn't sensed this energy shield at all before."

At the same time, Geralt glanced at the group of soldiers in the distance. Although the two groups were some distance apart, in such a confined environment, they should have been able to hear the noise from just now without noticing.

It's impossible that all these soldiers are deaf!

"It seems that this energy shield, besides having no magical fluctuations, also has protective and soundproofing effects."

"Not only that."

Geralt noticed that the soldiers in the distance kept glancing at them, and guessed that the energy shield might also have the ability to isolate them.

Geralt gradually began to feel a sense of anticipation. This supreme god didn't seem to be just a figurehead as he had imagined.

At the same time, with Zhang Jie's three shots, Geralt also gained a clear understanding of the power of this weapon. It had a fast rate of fire and considerable power. He could block it with his Quen sign, but judging from the rate of fire, it seemed that he could not block too many shots.

"What amazing long-range weapons! It looks like the soldiers in the distance have even bigger and more powerful weapons."

"Therefore, the best way to deal with this kind of weapon is to eliminate the user of the weapon before it is fired."

Geralt silently devised a plan in his mind.

Looking at the now-calm newcomers, Zhang Jie said coldly, "Think carefully, the Supreme God should have already put the whole story in your heads!"