Fire, screams, and cries of killing continued to be heard from the position in front.

One guerrilla unit after another met up with the Nilfgaardian camp, only to immediately withdraw after causing riots.

As the commander-in-chief of the guerrillas, Reso was still hiding in the darkness, with his eyes closed, resting without moving.

Major Mopka thought that the Cintra guerrillas had received new reinforcements and launched a general attack on them, but in fact it was still just a 100-man squad led by Geralt, and the huge momentum was entirely dependent on Yennefer's magic.

The real reinforcements are behind Reso.

Julia, a member of the Free Corps nicknamed "Little Beautiful Cat", looked at the back of the bald man in front of her and was secretly shocked. The visual pressure of this man was no less than that of the bear-like witcher.

Behind Julia were a thousand free legion soldiers under her command. During this period, they split up into small groups and used various forest paths explored by the guerrillas to avoid the blockade of the Nilfgaardians and join forces with the forest guerrillas.

It's for today's battle.

"Reso... Commander." Julia looked at the bald man in front of her who was resting with his eyes closed. The other party's breathing technique was so good that she couldn't bear to disturb him.

He had been motionless since arriving at the meeting point. People who didn't know the inside story would probably think he was just a corpse. If she hadn't deliberately focused her attention on Reso earlier, Julia even suspected that she would have forgotten his existence as soon as she turned her head.

How come such a visually eye-catching strong man gives people the feeling of a poisonous snake?

"Aren't we going to take action?" the little beautiful cat asked tentatively.

With a long breath, Lei Suo finally opened his eyes.

Julia stared into the amber snake eyes for two seconds and couldn't help but look away.

"Colonel Julia, we need to wait a little longer."

"Waiting for what?"

“Puff, swoosh—”

The sound of flapping wings in the air attracted Julia's attention. A crow, which would not have attracted anyone's attention so late at night, landed not far from the team and tilted its head towards everyone.

The crow was expecting something, but Reso just stared at it in silence, without any movement.

"We... are waiting for it?" Julia said in disbelief. After watching Bill's bear rampage in Brokilon, she felt that she had become more accepting of everything.

Could it be that this crow was also transformed from a human?

Reso did not answer, but continued to remain silent facing the crow.

Until a loud explosion in the air broke the awkwardness, and a red portal opened in mid-air. Julia and the warriors behind her went on alert, and then they saw Yennefer and the dizzy Geralt stumbling out of it.

Reso let out a barely audible sigh.

Waves of chaotic energy appeared on Yennefer's body, which finally satisfied the crow on the branch. Its feathers faded away like ice and snow, until only a crystal skull remained, which floated towards Yennefer's palm in mid-air under the effect of magic.

As the sorceress' pupils dilated, she communicated with another consciousness and began to read the scenes seen in another vision.

While Yennefer was casting a spell, Geralt shook his head and reported the situation to Letho: "Yennefer and I made a big noise. The enemy thought we were the main force and seemed to want to lure us deeper."

"I had the guerrillas drop the bombs and then retreat. After that, I fought with Yennefer inside for a while, went deep into the enemy camp, and made sure that they had gathered their main forces towards us. Do you want me to help you... Wait, what are you wearing?"

As Geralt was talking, his eyes widened. He saw that Letho was wearing a black armor, which almost made people mistake him for a Nilfgaardian in the dim night.

Reso did not answer Geralt's last question, but nodded and made arrangements: "I do need your help. I will hand over the command to you in a while. You lead the Free Corps to burn the food and grass, and I will try to see if I can achieve greater results. The other guerrillas will be looking for opportunities around, and will support you after you succeed - do you have enough [Dragon Dream] and [Dancing Star]? I don't think I will need them in a while, so I'll give them to you first."

Geralt stared at Retho's outfit for a long time and sighed: "Although this is indeed your specialty, don't tell me you did it on impulse."

Letho confirmed Geralt's guess: "I have indeed planned this for a long time."

Geralt sighed again.

At this moment, Geralt and Letho suddenly felt the badge on their chest begin to vibrate violently again.

Yennefer let out a long sigh, and with a violent fluctuation of chaotic energy, the crystal bird skull in her hand turned into a lively crow again.

"I saw it - the enemy's main force did move towards the direction Geralt and I were in before, but there was only one place where the defenses did not decrease, and that must be their granary."

The sorceress's face turned slightly pale. Even she felt that her magic power was drying up after a series of events tonight.

"It will lead you to the granary." Yennefer pointed at the crow, "I won't go over there."

Lei Suo nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Geralt showed a rare look of worry, while Yennefer sneered at the White Wolf's change of expression.

"Don't give me that look you give to a little girl. I have completed all my tasks for tonight, but you haven't."

After saying this, Yennefer tossed her long hair and opened the portal again in the scent of cloves and currants, leaving only a leisurely message:

"Remember to bring back my things—"

The crow transformed from the crystal skull landed on Geralt's shoulder, and tilted its head as it watched the proud sorceress disappear into nothingness.

Letho put on his hood, hiding himself completely in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen: "Sorceress, huh?"

White Wolf ignored Lei Suo's teasing and shook his shoulders to let the crow fly away: "Get to work."

…

"What do you mean it's gone? Such a big commotion! So many enemies!"

Major Mopka yelled out of control, and the messenger whose collar he grabbed looked incredulous.

"We found a lot of debris. The enemy used a lot of alchemical bombs. When we first started to close the encirclement, we did see a lot of Sintrians, but they suddenly disappeared, like, like phantoms..."

Major Mopka took a deep breath and said, "If the guys on your front line weren't particularly poisoned... then it must be magic."

The major let go of the messenger and forced himself to calm down.

Magical tactics are not uncommon to the southerners, the warlock troops are no secret, and with the rank of Major Mopka he can also access many high-end weapons of the empire.

Including warlocks, various alchemical bombs, fire scorpion siege crossbows, corpse catapults, catapults, etc., the empire's war concept was ahead of the north by more than one era.

But due to various reasons including logistics, none of these damn things were equipped to the Eastern Army Group!

Now the Nilfgaardians are suppressed by the tiny Cintra in terms of tactical diversity!

Mopka was unwilling, but then a chill rose from his tailbone.

The status of the warlocks in the north is very high, and those who can make such a fuss can also lead a warlock army in the south. So why did such a warlock make such a big fuss?

He turned around suddenly, and the flames rising into the sky illuminated his eyes.

That direction is the granary.

Finished.

"Major!"

"I saw it..." Mopka muttered to himself, "How did they light such a big fire?"

"Oh yeah, they have warlocks, bombs, and demon hunters..."

"Major!"

The messenger tried to awaken the commander's will, but Mopka had already collapsed on the ground, ignoring the calls from all around him.

His adjutant gritted his teeth and took over the command. The strict hierarchy of the Nilfgaardian military camp would never be paralyzed at any time. A dull horn sounded, and almost all the soldiers who could move rushed towards the granary.

Of course, everyone knew which direction to run at this time without the horn.

The fatigue that Major Mopka had suppressed through pain and willpower suddenly burst out at this moment, and his vision became blurred.

In a trance, he saw a pair of amber snake eyes flash before his eyes, and a dim but dazzling sword light.

With a "puff", Major Mopka had no chance to stand up again. A handful of blood splattered from his body and he fell heavily to the ground.

Although it was not a pitch-dark night tonight, visibility was still very low. The fire not far away was not enough to provide the required line of sight for keen observation, and the swaying shadows cast by the fire would disturb the line of sight.

Add to that the people running around and the flurry of commands, and no one will pay attention to this side.

Even Major Mopka's guards didn't notice when he fell.

After taking a bottle of [Cat] potion, Reso's vision became clearer. The dazzling firelight dimmed, the heavy shadows brightened, and the color of the world began to converge in Reso's perception, and all the lines became clearer.

He looked at the adjutant who had taken over the command, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then stuck to him like a nimble snake.

It was not until ten breaths later that a shrill scream was heard.

"——The Major was assassinated!!"

The flames were blazing, smoke was rising, and all the guards looked pale.

With a "click", the black sun flag in the center of the army made a heart-pounding sound and collapsed to the ground with a "rustling" sound of wind.

The flames began to outline the golden border of the black sun on the flag and began to burn the sun.

…

"For the love of the Sun, how do you even use this damn thing?"

Stephen Skylen, nicknamed "Tawny Owl", an agent of Nilfgaard's intelligence department, was extremely anxious.

He had been fiddling with a small silver box in his hand for nearly a quarter of an hour.

"There is no switch, no other gaps...damn magic creation!"

The silver box in Stephen's hand is called the "voice box".

He once hired a sorcerer named Riens on the emperor's orders to find Cintra's young lion Cirilla. But in the process, he discovered that Riens seemed to be a double agent. In addition to serving the empire, Riens seemed to be employed by another powerful sorcerer in the north.

Stephen tried to communicate with the powerful sorcerer through Reans, but was rejected many times. Later he learned that the sorcerer was a "former friend" of the Emperor.

It was not until Reens died in Novigrad that the warlock gave him the box that could transmit sound over long distances for communication.

But this damn magic device is one-way, there is no way for me to use it, only the warlock can!

After a while, Agent Stephen finally lost his patience and started shouting behind him: "Kenna, think of a way to help me activate this damn box!"

While Gray Forest Owl was busy, a dozen people in different costumes were resting around him. Their equipment was not standard, but each one was very good. If someone was knowledgeable, he could even identify the material of the magic-blocking gold from the daggers they were equipped with.

This was a temporary team, but the members were all elites in their original groups. That was why they were chosen by Stephen to go north to carry out the "final mission" of the Emperor.

However, although most of these dozen people have a strong military temperament, there are still two people who seem to be completely out of place in the team.

One of them was a very tall and thin man dressed like a bounty hunter, with a gray mustache like a catfish and silent eyes like dead fish.

The other one was a woman dressed as an ordinary traveler. She had no armor on her body, only a cloak with a hood, and had a pretty face.

That woman was Kenna. After hearing Stephen's question, she showed a helpless expression: "Mr. Coroner, I am a psychic, not a warlock. I am not afraid of magic, but that doesn't mean I am good at it..."

In addition to the mainstream warlocks, the chaotic energy of this world has also spawned many other scattered people. They are not as talented as warlocks, but they always have some other specialties.

They gave themselves professional names using their favorite names, such as: a psychic who can enter dreams, a prophet who can glimpse the future, an astrologer who can obtain information from the celestial sphere, and so on.

Stephen knew that he would definitely encounter problems with magic if he went north, but all the warlocks in the empire were either forced or voluntarily conscripted. In order to put together his own team, he could only look for other magic-related professions as a second choice.

Unfortunately, this "psychic" who was said to be able to read minds couldn't even meet Stephen's first request, which made him even more annoyed.

"Damn the North, damn Cintra! Why did a Lannister appear?"

"He also defeated the Eastern Army Group. If he has the ability, he can defeat the Eastern Army Group as well!"

The team leader, Jazz, was furious because the plan didn't go smoothly, which made everyone in the team silent.

"Ha." Only the guy dressed as a bounty hunter laughed sinisterly. He kept wiping something that looked like a necklace on his hand. "Tawny Owl, is there a problem with our itinerary?"

The bounty hunter's tone was malicious, even a bit like he was looking for trouble. This made the other members who came from the military frown when they heard it.

Stephen Skellen is the Imperial Coroner and intelligence agent, nicknamed "Tawny Owl". From the names given to him by each member of this team, one can judge their respective positions.

"Sir." An androgynous man dressed as an officer came up to Stephen and gestured towards the bounty hunter.

"No, thank you, Nie Ladin." Stephen took a deep breath and waved at the officer as if he didn't care.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm for our mission, Leo Bonhart." The Tawny Owl muttered, and suddenly raised his voice, "But if you still want to get your damn bounty safely, you must learn to shut up!"

Leo Bonhart shrugged his shoulders, laughed sinisterly twice, and said no more.

It was at this moment that the small silver box in the gray forest owl's hand suddenly vibrated.

"Good day, and hello to everyone present." A distorted voice came from inside, "Especially you, Mr. Skellen."