Chapter 324 Wigfortz: It’s finally my turn to appear.
After hearing the voice coming from the silver box, Bonnard looked at his left hand and then at his right hand.
They are holding the magic contact box and the Dijing seal jar respectively.
"Do you believe it? Warlock - I am doing this now."
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The enemy seems to have been killed. This is an overwhelming victory.
The people of Cintra were never willing to accept prisoners when faced with Nilfgaard. Except for a few prisoners wearing higher-end armor who planned to stay for interrogation, none of the remaining people could escape the sword of the people of Cintra.
Shirley gasped for air, a strange, shuddering emotion filling her chest and abdomen.
She suddenly understood why her grandmother and Lan always liked to take the lead. This feeling of personally leading a team to kill the enemy and leading their own soldiers to victory was really intoxicating.
Just a sudden "bang", a sound that shouldn't have appeared at this time attracted everyone's attention.
Xili turned to look over, and Peng Bai's original mood suddenly turned cold.
An extraordinarily deep and extremely dazzling portal appeared in mid-air, burning with fiery red energy. A man wearing a thick cloak came out of the portal, suspended in mid-air under the support of chaotic energy.
He waved his hand, and a clay pot suddenly flew out from behind a broken wall; he clenched his fist again, and the pot's surface lit up with tiny lights, and then turned into ashes.
A torrent of scalp-numbing energy poured out from inside.
"Dijing, now is my third wish!"
Vilgefortz shouted loudly.
"I want you to let go of your power, vent your power with the mentality of destroying the world, and destroy everything in your sight!" "
Except me." Wilgefortz pointed at himself.
Then he turned and pointed at Xili in the crowd, "And her."
There was no need for too many textual definitions, this was the simplest and most direct directional description.
Except for two people, everyone else will become the target of the power of Di Jing. For the atmospheric elf imprisoned in the clay pot for who knows how long, this is exactly what it likes.
A portal that was many times larger than when Weige Fortes first appeared appeared in mid-air, flashing with dazzling light and expanding irregularly.
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Xili felt cold all over. She heard the warlock who suddenly appeared shouting the word "Di Jing", and she understood what it meant.
She suddenly remembered that not long ago, Lann had finalized a plan to counterattack Nilfgaard immediately after returning from Mahakam. But Ciri could notice that Lann was worried, and the sensitive Daughter of Destiny could sense that Lann was not afraid of Nilfgaard, but seemed to be... worried about her.
When Ciri tried to channel Lann and give comfort to the Lion, she heard a piece of news that almost hit her into autism instantly - the emperor of
Nilfgaard was her biological father, and he indirectly killed her. His mother directly killed his grandmother and is now continuing to plot against his own country.
There is also a warlock who bewitched his father, directly killed his mother, indirectly killed his grandmother, and is now continuing to plot against Lan En and himself.
In the three days after being stunned by the news, Shirley had almost no memory of what happened around her.
Then Xili quickly adjusted herself, and was the first to share the joy when Lan defeated the Western Army. At the same time, she also told Lan that she was fine and reassured him.
But the hatred that she didn't know where to release was severely suppressed in Xili's heart.
Di Jing roared in the air, a dazzling lightning pierced the night sky, followed by roaring thunder. The rain came pouring down.
Ciri's feelings towards Emhyr Emres, the Emperor of Nilfgaard, were complicated. She had hatred, but had nowhere to vent it.
But facing the warlock now in mid-air, there seemed to be a voice in Ciri's body guiding her and helping her make a choice. Thick chaotic energy flowed on the surface of her brain, blood vessels, and skin, far exceeding the total amount that she could usually control. The terrifying intensity was like the source of disordered demonic energy awakening for the first time.
[He is the warlock! He is the one who caused all this! kill! Got it! he! ]
Hatred almost tore Ciri's heart into pieces.
With a "boom", louder thunder exploded in the air.
Xili suddenly turned around. Behind her were trembling ordinary soldiers. They were loyal and brave, but they still shuddered physiologically when faced with the prelude of the natural disaster that appeared in front of them. This is a creature that cannot be overcome even with human social nature. instinct.
Hatred nearly tore Ciri's heart into pieces.
But she issued this order:
"Retreat! As the Princess of Cintra, I order you all to retreat to Brochlon Forest! This is not a battle that you can win, or even participate in! Retreat!!
" When she shouted these words, the power in her body was completely released.
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The huge portal in the sky disappeared, replaced by a huge, blurry face in the void. It shook its upper lip and roared loudly enough to pierce the eardrums.
The sky began to pour downwards as if it were filled with an entire lake, and the sand on the ground began to surge like waves on the ocean.
Thunder and storm began to vent around the entire town of Brochlon like a prison, tearing apart all living and inanimate objects. The war fortress that can resist the army has no resistance in the face of this natural disaster, just like the sound of doomsday echoing vaguely in the storm.
Vilgefortz took some time to move his fingers in this power, admiring everything that disappeared in the disaster.
Not a ray of wind hindered his body.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to see something very incredible.
——In the storm, an extremely dim, thin, but extremely firm emerald green magic shield was set up.
Xili's body seemed to have been stuffed with a sun, and the light condensed into substance was spitting out from her eyes, as powerful as a god descending.
"Blood of the Ancients..." Vilgefortz's eyes showed surprise, "Blood of the Ancients!"
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"Retreat! Everyone, retreat quickly. This is the princess's order! He will need you when Lan comes back!"
Team ! Cohen, who had the highest prestige besides Ciri, drove the Cintra people into the forest, looking back at Ciri worriedly from time to time. The little girl's whole body was already soaked in sweat, and Cohen could still see that the fingers wrapped in magic light had begun to seep with blood.
The witcher knew that this was not the power that Ciri should have, let alone a power that she could control. The longer this power is maintained, the more dangerous Ciri becomes.
"Xili!" Suddenly a voice screamed in the storm, and bright emerald flames condensed the form from the painting, rushing towards the huge face in the sky like a barn without hesitation.
The purest emotional energy collided with the world spirit from outside.
Then came an even more shrill, painful scream. The figure in the plain black dress suddenly exploded into sparks all over the sky, and a shadow ejected from it. It was absorbed into a poster and became silent again.
The Di Jing in the sky also let out an angry roar, and the storm and thunder paused for a moment.
The pressure on Xili's body suddenly lightened up, and she rolled her eyes and was about to fall off the horse to the ground in exhaustion.
A pair of strong arms caught her, and then fixed her on Heifeng's back again.
"Heifeng, run, take Shiri and run." Cohen took a deep breath, "Leave this to me."
The war horse snorted, took a deep look at Cohen, and then neighed away; the witcher adjusted After feeling the injury on his shoulder, he turned around and stood still; the three trolls roared behind him.
In front of him, a warlock shrouded in a cloak flew down from the air, his broad sleeves rustling, and he landed lightly on the ground.
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A few days later, Cohen, who was lucky enough to survive, tried to review the battle with the strange warlock, hoping to draw some conclusions from it so that he would not fall into the same predicament in the future.
The result was that he concluded nothing. In that battle, he used his fighting ability to the extreme.
If there is anything I really want to say, there is only one thing: Don’t fight against such people again.
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The battle started with Cohen. He held a sword in his right hand and a magic-blocking gold bomb in his left hand, trying to drag the battle into close combat, which warlocks are not good at.
But the warlock in front of him did not retreat to distance himself, but moved forward while extending his hand to one side. The griffin badge shook, and along with the fluctuations of chaotic energy, a two-yard long staff suddenly took shape in his hand.
No, that's not a "staff", it's more like a "war stick". This fighting posture reminded Korn of Skellige's druids for a moment.
The warlock is extremely fast, and his staff is as fast as lightning in his hand. During a block, the long sword and the staff met each other, making a sound of gold and iron. The huge power made Cohen couldn't help but let go of the alchemy bomb and held the sword with both hands, so as not to let his head fall in the first round. It will bloom directly in the middle.
That damn staff was actually made of iron and enchanted.
What's even more damning is that, except for the enchantment on the staff, the warlock never used magic in the battle with himself.
With a "bang", the protective [Quen] seal exploded, and Cohen took advantage of this opportunity to bully him.
Four times in a row, Cohen found that his position was very advantageous enough to counterattack; four times in a row, without any hesitation, he struck the opponent's temple, neck, armpit and thigh with his long sword; each sword was supposed to be A fatal blow.
But four times in a row, those attacks were all blocked by the Warlock.
No one can withstand such an attack. Cohen slowly realized this and began to condense [Alder] telekinetic cannonballs in his left hand, but it was too late.
He failed to see the stick that finally hit him, and the impact caused him to hit the ground and bounce back.
Cohen was unable to get up, or even roll to avoid. He was out of breath.
The next stick struck immediately, this time on his shoulder. He flew backwards and hit a tree trunk that was half uprooted by the storm.
The warlock came forward like a ghost and swung his staff, this time hitting him under the ribs. This blow was particularly heavy, and Cohen couldn't help but curl up, only to be hit again on the side of his head.
He weakly raised his sword in an attempt to defend himself, but found that his hand was already empty and the sword had already gone away. He wanted to take out another alchemical bomb, but the iron rod that followed shattered his left arm bone; in order to prevent Cohen from escaping, the warlock then shattered his leg bone.
The severe pain made Cohen's eyes blurry, and he vaguely heard only one sentence: "Demon hunters... are also good experimental materials... These trolls cannot be wasted." Then he heard the words of the
troll family. roared, and the ground shook slightly.
But the gryphon badge on his chest vibrated even more violently. This shows that the warlock has begun to use spells.
As a result, the roars of the troll family quickly subsided, leaving only weak screams.
How far did Ciri run? Cohen could no longer keep his eyes open, and he strained his ears in the hope of hearing the horse's hooves.
The sound of a bat flapping its wings reached Cohen's ears.
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Everything happened too fast. Regis was still in the sky when the storm appeared and was swept far away.
When he flew back, everything had happened.
The vampire who had lived for who knows how many years was furious. Before the warlock could use a defensive spell, Regis' claws scratched his face.
The cloak covering his face was immediately torn to pieces, revealing half of his face that was covered in blood and had no recognizable appearance. If it weren't for Vilgefortz's amazing combat intuition, this blow would have been enough to blow his head open.
Wigefortz, who was attacked by a sneak attack, yelled and waved his arms in surprise, trying to drive away the big bat in front of him.
"Be careful." Cohen shouted with his remaining strength, "Be careful, Regis..."
"Be careful? You mean me?" the vampire said, "I'm not here to be careful!" "Do
n't worry. Cohen, everything will be over soon!"
Regis floated over, appeared in front of the warlock at an astonishing speed, and grabbed his throat. The vampire's fangs gleamed.
Vilgefortz screamed in rage and terror. For a moment, it seemed like the end was coming for him.
But that's just an illusion. As one of the strongest warlocks in the continent, Wigfortz has a large amount of magic that is enough to deal with any situation and any opponent - including vampires, even high-level vampires.
The warlock's hands suddenly clamped around Regis, as hot as red-hot iron.
The vampire screamed. Cohen also shouted loudly. He opened his eyes a crack and vaguely saw the wizard tearing the vampire apart.
He wanted to get up and help, but his arms and thighs were so painful that he couldn't move at all.
Regis was screaming.
His screams were so loud that Cohen's eardrums began to bleed. The leaves on the trees also trembled like moans.
With a "stab" sound, Regis was completely torn apart, and the warlock's left and right hands held half of it.
When this was not enough, the angry warlock looked for a rock with his eyes blurred by blood, pressed the two vampires on it fiercely, and continued to burn the stone and flesh with high temperature.
Until the stone begins to melt and clear crystals appear.
[Stop...] Cohen shouted desperately in his heart.
Then the warlock really stopped.
Cohen suddenly couldn't feel the pain in his body. Even if he no longer had the strength to open his eyes, his attention could not help but point in one direction, trying to use his remaining senses to sense that location.
Where was the Night Demon Nanomi, looking at Regis in the Warlock's hands with a sad, pitiful, almost pleading look.
(End of chapter)