After hearing the sound coming from the silver box, Bonnard looked at his left hand and then at his right hand.
They were holding the magic communication box and the genie sealing jar respectively.
"Do you believe it? Warlock - I'm doing it now."
…
The enemies seemed to have been wiped out. It was an overwhelming victory.
The people of Cintra were never willing to accept prisoners when facing Nilfgaard. Except for a few people wearing more advanced armor who were taken as prisoners and intended to be kept for interrogation, none of the rest could escape the swords of the people of Cintra.
Ciri gasped for air, a strange, shuddering emotion filling her stomach.
She suddenly understood why her grandmother and Lan always liked to lead the troops. The feeling of personally leading the team to kill the enemy and leading their soldiers to victory was truly intoxicating.
Just suddenly there was a "boom", a sound that shouldn't have appeared at this time, attracting everyone's attention.
Xili turned her head to look over, and Pengbai's mood suddenly turned cold.
An exceptionally deep and dazzling portal burning with fiery red energy appeared in mid-air. A man in a thick cloak came out of the portal, suspended in mid-air by the chaotic energy.
He waved his hand, and a clay pot suddenly flew out from behind a broken wall; he clenched his fist again, and a tiny light flashed on the clay pot, and then turned into ashes.
A torrent of energy that made your scalp tingle poured out from it.
"Dijh, now is my third wish!"
Vigfortz shouted loudly.
"I want you to unleash your power with the mindset of destroying the world, destroying everything in your sight!"
"Except me." Viggofortz pointed at himself.
Then he turned and pointed at Ciri in the crowd, "And her."
There is no need for too many words to define it. This is the simplest and most direct directional description.
Except for two people, everyone else will become the target of the power of the spirit. For the atmospheric spirit who has been imprisoned in the pottery jar for an unknown period of time, this is exactly what it is happy about.
A portal that was many times larger than the one that Vigofortz had just appeared appeared in mid-air, flashing dazzling light and expanding irregularly.
…
Ciri felt cold all over. She heard the warlock who suddenly appeared shout out the word "Djinn" and she understood what it meant.
She suddenly remembered that not long ago, Lann had finalized the plan to counterattack Nilfgaard as soon as he returned from Mahakam. But Ciri could notice that Lann was worried. The sensitive girl of fate could feel that Lann was not afraid of Nilfgaard, but seemed to be... worried about her.
When Ciri tried to comfort Lann and the lion, she heard a piece of news that almost made her autistic in an instant -
The Emperor of Nilfgaard is his biological father. He indirectly killed his mother and directly killed his grandmother, and is now continuing to plot against his own country.
There was also a warlock who bewitched his father, directly killed his mother, and indirectly killed his grandmother. He was now continuing to plot against Lann and himself.
In the three days after being stunned by the news, Ciri had almost no memory of what happened around her.
Then Ciri quickly adjusted herself and was the first to share the joy when Lann defeated the Western Army. She also told Lann that she was fine and asked him not to worry.
But the hatred that she didn't know where to release was suppressed in Ciri's heart.
The spirits roared in the air, a blinding flash of lightning pierced the night sky, followed by thunderous roars, and heavy rain poured down.
Ciri has complicated feelings towards the Nilfgaard Emperor Emhyr Emreis. She has hatred but has no place to vent it.
But facing the warlock in midair, there seemed to be a voice in Ciri's body guiding her and helping her make a choice. Thick chaotic energy flowed through her brain, blood vessels, and skin, far exceeding the total amount she could normally control. The terrifying intensity was like the first awakening of the source of disorder.
[He is the warlock! He is the one who caused all this! Kill! Him! ]
Hatred almost tore Ciri's heart into pieces.
With a "boom", an even louder thunder exploded in the air.
Ciri turned around suddenly, and behind her were the trembling ordinary soldiers. They were loyal and brave, but facing the prelude to the natural disaster before them, they still showed physiological tremors. This was a biological instinct that even with human sociality, it was still impossible to overcome.
Hatred almost tore Ciri's heart into pieces.
But she issued the following order:
"Retreat! As the Princess of Cintra, I order all of you to retreat to the Brokilon Forest! This is not a battle you can win, or even participate in! Retreat!!"
When she shouted this, the power in her body was completely released.
…
The huge portal in the sky disappeared, replaced by a huge, blurry face of the void, which wiggled its upper lip and roared loudly enough to pierce the eardrums.
The sky began to tilt downward as if it were filled with an entire lake, and the sand on the ground began to surge like waves on the sea.
Thunder and storms, like a prison, began to rage around the entire town of Brokilon, tearing apart all living and non-living objects. The war fortress that could resist the army had no power to resist this natural disaster, and the sound of doomsday continued to sound vaguely in the storm.
Viggofortz leisurely flexed his fingers in the power, admiring everything that had vanished in the disaster.
Not a breath of wind hindered his body.
Suddenly, his eyes focused and he seemed to see something very incredible.
——In the storm, an extremely dim, thin, yet extremely firm emerald green magic shield was erected.
It was as if a sun was stuffed into Ciri's body, condensing into a solid ray of light that emanated from her eyes, as majestic as a god descending from the sky.
"Ancient Blood..." Vigfortz's eyes showed surprise, "Ancient Blood!"
…
"Retreat! Everyone, retreat quickly. This is the princess' order! When Lann comes back, he will need you!"
Cohen, who had the highest prestige in the team besides Ciri, drove the Cintrians into the forest, looking back at Ciri worriedly from time to time. The little girl's whole body had long been soaked in sweat, and Cohen could see that the ten fingers wrapped in magic light had begun to seep with blood.
The demon hunter knew that this was not the power that Ciri should have, nor was it a power that she could control. The longer this power lasted, the more dangerous Ciri would be.
“Ciri!” A shrill scream suddenly sounded in the storm, and bright emerald flames condensed into shape from the painting, rushing towards the huge face in the sky that was as big as a barn without hesitation.
The purest emotional energy collides violently with the spirits from outer space.
Then there was an even more shrill and painful scream. The figure in the black dress suddenly exploded into sparks all over the sky. A shadow was ejected from it and was absorbed into a poster before it was silent again.
The spirits in the sky also let out an angry roar, and the storm and thunder stopped for a moment.
The pressure on Ciri suddenly eased, and she rolled her eyes and almost fell off the horse in exhaustion.
A pair of strong arms caught her and then secured her back on Heifeng's back.
“Heifeng, run, take Ciri with you.” Cohen took a deep breath, “Leave this to me.”
The warhorse snorted, looked at Coen deeply, and then neighed away; the witcher adjusted the injury on his shoulder, turned around and stood still; the three trolls were behind him, roaring together.
In front of him, a sorcerer covered in a cloak flew down from mid-air, his wide robe sleeves rustling as he landed lightly on the ground.
…
A few days later, Cohen, who luckily survived, attempted 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 again in the future.
The result was that he didn't learn anything. In that battle he exerted his fighting ability to the extreme.
If there is anything I really want to say, it's just this: don't fight against such people again.
…
The battle was started by Cohen, who held a sword in his right hand and a demon-blocking gold bomb in his left hand, trying to drag the battle into close combat, which the warlock was not good at.
But the warlock in front of him did not retreat to distance himself, but instead stretched out his hand to the side while moving forward. The griffin emblem vibrated, and with the fluctuation of chaotic energy, a two-yard-long staff suddenly took shape in his hand.
No, it wasn't a "staff," it was more like a "war club." The fighting posture reminded Cohen of the druids of Skellige for a moment.
The warlock was incredibly fast, and the staff in his hand was as fast as lightning. During a block, the long sword and the staff collided, making a sound of metal clashing. The huge force made Cohen unable to help but let go of the alchemical bomb and hold the sword with both hands to prevent his head from bursting in the first round.
That damn staff was actually made of iron and was enchanted.
What's even more damning is that, apart from the enchantment on the staff, the warlock did not use any other magic in the battle with him.
With a "bang", the protective [Quinn] seal exploded, and Cohen took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward.
Four times in a row, Cohen found himself in a very advantageous position to launch a counterattack; four times in a row, without the slightest hesitation, he attacked the opponent's temple, neck, armpit and thigh with his sword; each sword should be a fatal blow.
But four times in a row, those attacks were blocked by the warlock one by one.
No one can withstand such an attack. Cohen slowly realized this and began to gather the [Alder] telekinetic shell with his left hand, but it was too late.
He didn't see the final blow that hit him, the force of the impact sending him crashing to the ground and bouncing back.
Cohen was too weak to get up, or even roll over to avoid the attack, and he was out of breath.
The next blow struck him, this time on the shoulder, and he flew backwards, crashing into a tree that had been half-rooted by the storm.
The warlock came forward like a ghost, swinging his staff, and this time hit him just below the ribs. This time it was particularly hard, and Cohen couldn't help but curl up, and was hit on the side of the head again.
He raised his sword feebly to defend himself, but found that his hand was empty and the sword had already slipped out of his hand. He wanted to take out another alchemical bomb, but the iron rod that followed broke his left arm bone; in order to prevent Cohen from escaping, the warlock then broke his leg bone.
The severe pain made Cohen's eyes blurry. He could only vaguely hear one sentence: "Demon hunters... are also good experimental materials... These trolls cannot be wasted."
Then he heard the roar of the Trolls and the ground shook slightly.
But the griffin emblem on his chest vibrated even more violently, indicating that the warlock had begun to cast a spell.
As a result, the roar of the Troll family soon subsided, leaving only faint screams.
How far had Ciri run? Cohen could no longer open his eyes, and he pricked up his ears in the hope of hearing the sound of horse hooves.
The sound of bat wings flapping reached Cohen's ears.
…
Everything happened so fast that Regis was still in the sky when the storm appeared and was swept far away.
When he flew back, everything had already happened.
The vampire who had lived for who knows how many years was extremely angry, and before the warlock could cast a defensive spell, Regis' claws scratched his face.
The cloak covering his face was torn to pieces, revealing a half-bloodstained face that was unrecognizable. If Vigfortz hadn't had amazing fighting instincts, this blow would have been enough to split his head.
Viggofortz, who was attacked by surprise, screamed and waved his arms in shock, trying to drive away the big bat in front of him.
"Be careful." Cohen shouted with what strength he had left. "Be careful, Regis..."
"Be careful? You mean me?" the vampire said. "I'm not here to be careful!"
"Don't worry Cohen, everything will be over soon!"
Regis floated in, appeared in front of the warlock with incredible speed, and grabbed him by the throat. The vampire's fangs gleamed.
Vilgefortz screamed in rage and terror, and for a moment it seemed as if his end had come.
But that was just an illusion. As one of the most powerful warlocks on the continent, Viggofortz possessed a large number of magics, enough to deal with any situation and any opponent - including vampires, even high-level vampires.
The warlock's hands suddenly clamped around Regis, hot as red-hot iron.
The vampire screamed. Cohen also shouted, and he opened his eyes a little, vaguely seeing 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 shout was so loud that it made Cohen's eardrums bleed. The leaves on the trees also trembled like a wail.
With a "swish", Regis was completely torn apart, with the warlock holding half in each of his left and right hands.
This was not enough. The angry warlock widened his eyes blurred by blood and found a rock. He pressed the two halves of the vampire on it and continued to burn the stone and flesh with high temperature.
Until the stone begins to melt and transparent crystals appear.
[Stop...] Cohen shouted desperately in his heart.
Then the warlock really stopped.
Cohen suddenly felt no pain in his body. Even though he no longer had the strength to open his eyes, his attention was involuntarily directed in one direction, trying to sense that direction with his remaining senses.
Where was the female night demon Nanomi, looking at Regis in the warlock's hands with a sad, pitiful, almost pleading look.