Obscure and unstoppable magic fluctuations flashed through the banquet, and many warlocks immediately looked painful and shook their heads and stomachs.
Some other warlocks looked confused and panicked. They first glanced around, and then turned their eyes to Philippa in sudden realization.
Philippa has attracted more allies than Lan and others. She wants to control not only Redania through this coup, but also the power of the Warlock Brotherhood. So she absorbed many warlocks from the Brotherhood as allies in advance.
Such as Triss and Yennefer.
Kyra Maze from Temeria and Sabine Grievesig from Kaedwen were also among them, but they did not react immediately to cooperate with Philipba's actions - they did not expect Philipba How could he be so bold and do it directly in this way at the banquet?
"Philipba, what's going on?!" Disaya keenly noticed the source of the chaotic energy fluctuations, turned around and shouted at Philipba.
The senior warlock immediately spread out to an open space and left Philipba in the middle. This feeling of being the center of attention only made Philipba enjoy it even more.
"It's herbal medicine. I added herbal medicine to their wine." Philippa's lips curled up slightly.
The next second, she raised her hand, and a surging magical impact spurted out from her hand, pouring all of it onto Wigfortz.
Wigefortz, who accidentally drank the potion, was already shaky, and was blown away like a sack.
Before he could get dizzy, he stood up from the ground. Two bartenders suddenly emerged from the shadows and put a pair of handcuffs on him with a click. Feelings of dizziness, weakness, and vomiting all came together in an instant.
Demon-blocking golden handcuffs!
"Lydia!" Wigfortz shouted the name of his assistant in a hoarse voice, wanting to ask for help. However, he suddenly remembered that the sorceress who had been inseparable from him earlier did not come to his banquet this time. She seemed to be asking for help. That apprentice is making up lessons—is his name Ace?
"Tissaya!" Vilgefortz called by another name.
More waiters took off their disguises and tried to use magic-blocking gold to subdue the warlocks who had lost most of their mobility after drinking medicinal wine. Just the next second, a blazing white light danced among the crowd with consciousness, and the lightning instantly knocked down every enemy who had evil intentions against the warlock.
"Fei! Li! Ba!" Disaya's body evaporated with a sense of oppression that was far greater than that of Philipba. Her body seemed to have turned into a whirlpool, and the chaotic energy of the entire Shanide Island seemed to be converging towards her.
...
Philippa swallowed.
Only Tisaya has no chance of winning against her.
But her chance of winning does not lie in a head-on confrontation.
Redania's intelligence agency has collected a lot of evidence that northern warlocks are liaising with the south. She used various subtle methods to drug them in advance tonight.
As for Lannister and Geralt, Philipba didn't want them to be too prominent at this critical moment. She had to bear all the reputation of detecting the southern spy this time; it could also be regarded as a show of strength for Cintra, after all, in the future Cooperation still needs to prioritize.
Although Philippa did not have time to identify all the traitors due to time constraints, it was enough; including the northern warlocks who had been won over by her, and she would later incite neutral warlocks to join, it would be enough to completely control the situation.
"Tissaya, I admit that you are very strong. You are the strongest. You are even the only warlock who can resist the magic-blocking gold." Philipba said softly, "Maybe I can't beat you both. But you have to You know - many things don't rely on pure strength."
She didn't seem to see the momentum that Tisaya had accumulated to its peak, and walked straight past her, raising her jeweled skirt towards the representatives of the northern countries in front of her.
She was high-spirited: "Representatives of the northern countries, I am Philippa Eilhardt, royal counselor of Redania!" "
Today, I have to announce a very regrettable news here - the sisters who lead our brotherhood Wilgefortz, the one who won the Battle of Soden Mountain, is a traitor!"
Representatives from various countries were not drugged, and Philippa was not reckless enough to drug them. There were exclamations in the crowd. They didn't expect that this was the reason why Philippa caused such a big fight.
Even Tisaya was stunned for a moment.
Keira and Sabina looked at each other and took the initiative to walk to Wigfortz's side to prevent the other party from resisting.
But Triss and Yennefer walked to Wilgefortz first amid their surprised eyes. Everyone didn't think much about it, they just thought that the warlocks of Cintra hated Nilfgaard particularly.
Philippa's voice continued: "Wilgefortz was an accomplice with Emhyr of Nilfgaard and tricked others into joining! He violated the law and betrayed us and the king..." ...
"
You How do you feel?" Lann felt his body while Philippa activated the effect of the magic potion, and then asked Geralt after making sure it was okay.
"Fortunately, it has undergone a second mutation." Geralt shook his head, "Shall we do it now?"
Lann looked out the window thoughtfully. He didn't know when it started, but the night wind suddenly became extremely cold, and it seemed that Snowflakes have begun to fall.
"There's no rush, just wait."
Lan soon got the opportunity he was looking forward to.
…
"Emhyr contacted Vilgefortz of Rogoeven and bribed him with the promise of power and glory. In order to become the ruler of all the vassal realms in the north, Vilgefortz, the hero of Soden Mountain, betrayed Us! He will be in charge of the major provinces - that is, the annexed northern countries..."
Philippa was still chattering, but the sudden scream outside the window interrupted her speech.
Those voices were very familiar. Philippa suddenly thought of something and her expression suddenly changed. She strode to the window sill and saw a scene that she would never forget - the light
of lightning illuminated the dark Shanide Island and illuminated the sea next to the island. A milky white ribbon quickly lit up in the dark sky, squirming like a snake.
It was wind and snow that had almost condensed into a solid body, a runway formed by ice condensing in mid-air.
On the ribbon across the sky, many vague and terrifying figures of riders appeared. They were getting closer and closer, and their images became clearer and clearer.
A strong wind howled through the curtains, and the sharp blade of lightning split the black sky. The wind was getting louder and louder. No, not the wind. It's a ghostly song.
The screams suddenly became louder, and the gray figures suddenly stopped hiding. They were the elite guards of Redania. Originally, they were supposed to join Dijkstra, but now they encountered an unexpected... A terrifying, cruel opponent.
"Is this also part of your plan?" Disaya suddenly walked up to Philipba, her voice numb.
This terrifying team turned around and rushed straight towards Arethusa Palace. The hooves of the skeleton horse stepped on the flying stairs, and each step made the surrounding wind and snow become more and more frantic.
With the help of the aura of magic, they could barely see that the troops that fell from the sky were all withered bones, and the empty eye sockets were burning with blue-gray flames... No, they were not withered bones, they were elite troops wearing heavy armor in the shape of skulls!
A magic cavalry!
"Wild Hunt!" The knowledgeable warlock instantly recalled the image recorded in the book, and Philippa and Tisaya screamed together.
They suddenly looked up and saw a woman with dark blond hair on the highest rooftop of Arethusa, exuding a signal like an aurora. That was the only elf in the wizarding society, guiding the direction of the death army in the sky like a beacon.
"Francesca!" ...
The rebels from Philippa's side appeared, the warlocks from Tisaya's side understood the situation, and the elves represented by the Wild Hunt also entered the scene.
There is still one last step left. It’s all here, we have to solve it together.
Everyone's attention was attracted by Philippa's wild hunting outside the window. Lann took out the equipment from the [Inventory] and threw it to Geralt aside. Then he took out a table knife and held it with both hands. Gesture walked to Wigefortz's side.
The man was now dragged into a dark corner.
Except for Triss and Yennefer, who had been prepared for it, no one else paid attention to this culprit.
"Lannister...you..."
Lann glanced at him coldly and weighed the knife in his hand. He had to use this to prevent too much movement.
He raised his hands high in front of his forehead, and strength gathered in his body.
[Outbreak of anger]!
The soft silver table knife cut straight into the handcuffs made of magic-resistant gold. With two dull "clang" sounds, the sealed warlock regained his power!
"Lannister, why are you..."
Lann refused to pay him any more words he said to him. He strode back among his own people and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Wilgefortz is out of trouble!!"
...
Philippa turned back in horror, with thousands of words stuck in her throat.
"Philippa, I don't care what the situation is now, but the unity of brothers is more important than anything else in my eyes!" Tisaya screamed, "Wilgefortz, the Wild Hunt is coming! Francesca Betrayed us! Now we should be together..."
Vilgefortz came to his senses, and Tisaya was restrained by Philippa but was still nagging him.
He took a look at the warlocks in the hall who had fallen because of Philippa's plot, as well as some traitors who had not yet been found out by the opponent.
He smiled coldly.
"Fecat! Alto! Come to me!"
The objects of these words were actually one person from the Supreme Council and the Wizards Council!
The senior warlocks who originally wanted to hide themselves completely lost their disguise. They never thought of exposing themselves in this situation.
They glared at Wigefortz fiercely, but still quickly swam to Wigefortz like poisonous snakes. The magic power of the three people seemed to have built a bridge at this moment, and a huge portal appeared in front of everyone.
The organized Black Sun Warlock troops stepped out.
The dazzling flash turned into a transparent sphere, trying to hit the nearest representative from the North.
...
Lan was waiting for this moment.
With a "crack" sound, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword blade shining with runes drew an arc, and actually split the lightning in half!
Lann pulled up the national representative who was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground. After a closer look, he turned out to be an acquaintance, a subordinate of Queen Miwe.
"The Nilfgaardians are coming! And their warlock troops!" Lan shouted loudly.
Why did the Nilfgaardians come? What on earth was Philippa talking about? What was that Wild Hunt they were shouting outside the window just now?
It is difficult for anyone to sort out so much information in one breath. Representatives from various countries were a little confused for a while.
Didn't they come to the banquet to have a drink, and if they were lucky, meet a sorceress to spend the night with them, and then wait for the meeting tomorrow?
It's okay, it's okay that they don't understand what's going on tonight. After Lan En protected them and escaped, there was plenty of time for them to realize how dangerous the situation tonight was.
The battle begins.
Philippa looked at the Nilfgaardian warlock troops and realized that tonight's situation was finally completely out of control. She wanted to ask Lan for help, but suddenly recalled that both the lion and the white wolf had been "drugged" by her. Being able to swing a sword is already considered physically strong.
She raised a hand and screamed an incantation. With a hissing sound and a large amount of sparks, her hands fired several spirals that tore apart the floor and columns, revealing the projection of thousands of sparks. These spirals were like spears, piercing the bodies of several Nilfgaardian soldiers who came out first.
"Let the Wild Hunt in, let them in!" she screamed at Tisaya, who was about to cast magic on the sea. "The Nilfgaardians are going to destroy the warlocks in the north. Francesca doesn't know what to say. Crazy, but there is absolutely no way we can deal with them all at the same time!"
"Let the Wild Hunt in! We need to cause a melee to survive!"
This was the only human word Philippa said tonight, and Lann cheered for her in his heart.
He also roared angrily: "This is war, we need to assemble our respective troops! Cintra's guards are all in Gos Velen!" "
Ours are too!" Representatives from various countries responded immediately.
"Everyone is coming behind me. I will protect you and fight out. I am the Lannister of Cintra!"
Representatives from various countries gathered hurriedly behind Lann. They were sent here to attend meetings and negotiate, and there were only a few officers among them. The melee situation in front of them is already visible to the naked eye, and they have no ability to protect themselves.
Frost had begun to condense on the window sill, and Geralt opened the door with a [Sign of Alder].
"Let's go! I've left a lot of guards on Thanede Island and asked them to protect you when you go to Gos Velen!" Lann shouted, then he called over a group of guards who had been prepared, and asked Geralt to lead them. It's time to evacuate.
"What about you, Duke Lannister?"
"The Nilfgaardians are here, and the Brotherhood is fighting alone. I want to go back and fight!"
Everyone showed admiration: "Thank you for your life-saving grace, our country I will never forget your righteous deed! Just hold on, we will be back soon!"
The surrounding area was finally quiet. Lann glanced at the door behind him. A loud noise came from it, and the smell of death, frost, fire, and lightning came from it. Spread out of it.
Lann slapped the ground, and countless emerald light spots lit up around him. (End of chapter)