Ciri frantically looked at the pottery jar in her hand. It looked quite new and much better than the broken bottle that was originally sealed. A hexagram-shaped wooden stopper was blocking the mouth of the bottle, and there were many temporarily carved runes on it.

This jar was originally supposed to be used to hold some gunpowder and make a bomb or something, but now it has become a prison for an even more explosive guy.

In the hundred years since the Nakel Sirens avalanche, Kelda has been guarding the old castle as an empty-nest old man, and his only pastime is studying magic. This kind of sealing technique is not difficult for him.

"Be careful, this seal is very crude, it can only temporarily lock up the spirit so that it won't cause any more trouble."

Kelda said, "Please take good care of him. We will leave the warlock to us."

…

On the other side, Geron was beating Vigfortz.

In fact, Jielong knew that if both sides used all their skills, it would be hard to say who would win between him and the warlock in front of him.

But Jielong had a lot of combat experience. From the raging spirits in the sky, he could tell that the warlock in front of him was definitely ahead of him in magic, so he didn't leave any time for the warlock to cast spells.

Demon hunters are good at using tactical preparations to infinitely magnify their advantages.

Apart from the magic clash at the beginning, Jeron relied on the advantage of the seal in attack frequency to hold the opponent back, and his magic source level reserve was enough to wait until his comrades dealt with the world spirits in the sky and were free to help him.

Gerald believes that he is an old comrade who has lived from the golden age of demon hunters to the present.

Sure enough, after a while, a bomb with the pin pulled out flew over from a distance and exploded in front of Vigfortz's horrified eyes.

"Boom" green powder suddenly filled the small space.

Demon-blocking gold bomb.

Viggofortz may not be the strongest warlock in the world in terms of magic, but he is definitely the one with the strongest combat awareness among the warlocks alive today.

In order to allow the bomb to enter, Geron created a tiny gap in the seal, which gave the warlock a glimmer of hope.

Viggofortz seized the opportunity and roared, unleashing all the magic power in his body in the most primitive way to break through the protective shield, summoning a metal staff, and then rushing into the small gap.

Crashed head-on into the magic-blocking gold bomb.

Fire, frost, and storm submerged the warlock's foothold in the next moment, and the violent explosion roared, making Viggofortz's ears bleed.

The last line of defensive magic on his body blocked the most direct damage before it came into contact with the magic-blocking gold powder, but it could not block the aftermath of the explosion, and the impact directly threw the warlock out more than ten meters away.

Viggoforts took a deep breath of the magic-blocking gold dust, which made his chest feel blocked. But he knew that he had to break through in this direction, otherwise he would be turned into powder in the terrifying seal.

Before he could get up from the ground with a dizzy head and catch his breath, his vision was instantly filled with sword light again.

The steel sword swung around Geron, and in the warlock's eyes he seemed as agile and nimble as a devil.

Viggofortz felt that his body had fallen apart, and he relied on muscle memory to block the heavy blow with the iron rod. He was surprised that the demon hunter in front of him was much stronger and faster than the previous griffin demon hunter. He was forced to kneel on one knee involuntarily, and the metal in his hand made a sad whine.

With a "swish" sound, another sword light came. Kelda's strength and speed were inferior to those of the young Jielong who had undergone a second mutation, so he used some skills.

He threw a feint with his left hand, fooling the nervous warlock and leaving him open; the tip of his sword deftly brushed the opponent's ribs, and after spinning, it rested on the opponent's upper arm.

Then Kelda took a step forward and sprinted past the warlock, using the momentum of the attack to cut with the sword, easily cutting off half of the opponent's arm, leaving the bone visible.

"It's one of Cohen's arms!"

The warlock screamed like a woman, and before he could catch his breath, he was hit hard on the buttocks and almost fell to the ground.

He dodged Kelda's attack on his left leg, but his right Achilles tendon was stabbed, causing another burst of blood and screams.

"It's one of Cohen's legs!"

Kelda, who had been recuperating in the far north of the world for more than a hundred years, rarely erupted in anger, and Gerald was also willing to cooperate with his old friend.

Before the warlock fell to the ground, they raised their swords, pierced his collarbone at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, and nailed him to a tree behind him.

Blood flowed down the blood groove on the blade like a spring, wetting the grass.

Viggofortz raised his head, stared at the two swords stuck in his body, and let out a shrill wail.

"Demon Hunter...you..."

"Is this your last words?" Kelda said coldly.

Geron didn't even bother to say a word to the enemy. He put his wrist on the hilt of the sword and was about to raise the blade to split Viggofortz in half as if he were splitting a dead fish.

…

"Teachers, please stop!"

Jeroen and Kelda's bodies suddenly paused, and the swords in their hands had turned slightly, cutting a little more flesh and bones, causing the warlock to faint very quickly.

They all turned back to look at Ciri.

The little witcher stared at Viggofortz with unforgettable eyes, looking at the other's face that had been revealed by the lifted cloak. She was sure that she would never forget this face for the rest of her life.

The hand holding the "Swallow" rapier was shaking, but she remembered the series of plans after Lan told her about her life experience that day.

"Lan told me a lot about many future plans..." But she suppressed her hatred, "This warlock is related to Lan's future plans... Please don't kill him yet, wait for Lan to come back before making a judgment."

The two demon hunter masters looked at each other and silently loosened their sword handles. The two blades were forged with demonic metal, so they were not worried that the warlock would turn the tables in this situation.

The battle is over.

Viggofortz, the super warlock who could create a sea storm and destroy an entire fleet by himself, failed to cast a complete large-scale spell from beginning to end, and thus lost control of his own life.

…

Kelda ran to the side to continue treating the injuries of his disciple, and he was so distressed that he almost couldn't help but stab Vigfortz twice more.

Jeron looked at Ciri, and the satisfaction in his eyes became more and more intense.

No matter how much a princess who grew up in the palace hates red tape, basic manners are ingrained in her bones, which makes Ciri's temperament energetic and unrestrained at the same time.

"Teacher Jielong, nice to meet you." Ciri smiled and as a princess she still performed the courtesy of a junior. "Please just call me 'Ciri'. Lann will definitely be very happy to see you."

When Ciri made her moves, her agile figure and neat movements acquired through witcher training were also displayed.

Jaron sighed in his heart: This kid's style should be that of a griffin. It's a bit of a waste for him to follow those rough guys of the Wolf Clan.

But if you really count it strictly, this child is definitely half a griffin.

So he smiled gently and said, "Nice to meet you, Ciri."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, there was still a lot to do. The town of Brokilon was almost razed to the ground, and there was still a lot of work to do. Ciri could not imagine how the soldiers on the front line would react when they came back, especially when Lann saw it.

However, the pottery jar in Ciri's hand suddenly made a "crackling" sound at this moment.

…

After all, this was just a temporary seal, and the pottery jar was temporarily emptied of the alchemical bomb. It was crudely made, but it was good enough to temporarily trap the spirit. At this moment, it seemed to have reached its limit.

But Di Jing may regret his impatience.

Jaron cast an [Yarden Seal] to cover the Di spirit that had just appeared, and the purple magic circle turned into a prison.

Then he grabbed Ciri and left the range of the seal, while Kelda had already thrown the magic-blocking gold bomb over.

"boom"

Green metal powder filled the space with static electricity, and the originally noisy Djinn suddenly became listless.

Jeron formed the [Alder Seal] with both hands at the same time, and the surging cold current surged regularly. He actually used the seal of the air element to firmly press the air element's spirit in place, making it completely quiet.

"Do you have any sturdier jars?" Jeroen asked calmly.

Kelda stroked his beard and said, "It's urgent to get out. I'll look for it again..."

Faced with this world spirit that even high-level warlocks have to be on high alert and spend months preparing before daring to try to capture, the two demon hunter grandmasters surprisingly seemed quite relaxed.

Seeing Kelda walking towards Vigfortz who was nailed to the tree, the Djinn, who had just been freed for a few minutes and was about to be imprisoned again, spoke out hurriedly.

The sound rumbled like thunder, but it was not intimidating at all. Instead, it was full of distress.

"Three wishes... and freedom!"

Jielong raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked Ciri, who looked panicked, "What do you think?"

…

"ah?"

This meant giving the three wishes to Ciri, and the little girl was immediately surrounded by great surprise.

Is Lan's teacher so good?!

"Just consider it as a gift for meeting you." Jielong said with a faint smile, looking like he had no desire for the fulfillment of his wish. Not only Jielong, but even Kelda gave Ciri an encouraging look.

"But you have read about the habits and documents of the spirits, right?" Jeroen said with a serious expression, "Be careful not to let your wishes be distorted."

Ciri took a deep breath, and began to recall what she had learned, then nodded with a stern face.

She strode forward, as if fearless, and walked to the side of the spirit. Kelda, who had stabilized Cohen's condition, walked to Geron with his arms folded. The two demon hunters looked at Ciri with scrutiny and expectation.

But the first thing Ciri said was not a wish.

"Djinn, I know your habits. You will use tricks to make your master make a wish quickly so that you can be free. In this process, wishes will be wasted, or even misinterpreted and backfired."

"But we all know that after 'three wishes', what you regain is only 'freedom from the seal'. You will still be in front of us."

"If it was the sorcerers who had used every possible means to capture you, they might have let you escape. But you have also seen the two great masters behind me. If we want, we can capture you again at any time when you have just escaped the seal and have not yet returned to heaven. Then we will have to go back and forth between wishes and imprisonment endlessly."

"Di Jing, you don't want this to happen, do you?"

The trapped Djinn suddenly became irritable, forcing Jeroen to tighten the confinement with a cold look in his eyes.

The reason why the Dijing had this reaction was because - what Ciri said was right.

Her words didn't stop there.

"I am Cirilla Fiona Iren Rayanlon, the heir of the ancient blood, the savior who is destined to stop the white frost and fight for life for the celestial sphere under our feet. The elemental plane where you world spirits live cannot be separated from this celestial sphere. If the white frost falls and no one stops it, you will not be able to escape the fate of extinction."

"Helping me is helping yourself."

"And the blood of the ancients will surely give me great power in the future, even the power to travel through time and space. I have already remembered you. If you misinterpret my wish in the future, then even if you return to heaven now, I will definitely be able to find you in the future."

The words that came out of that delicate face were sinister. No one knew who had corrupted Ciri.

"I can promise you that you will be free when you fulfill my wish. Similarly, I don't want to see any tricks in the next three wishes. I hope they can be fulfilled exactly as I expect."

"Can you do that, genie?"

Jaron raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Kelda.

Then he reduced the output of magic power in his hands, and the prison of the atmosphere gradually weakened.

And the Dijing did not resist.

…

Ciri's combined attack and defense had a certain power, and the spirits could not help but calm down. The IQ of these elemental creatures was not inferior to that of humans, and the older ones were even better.

Just as the Genie began to think, it suddenly remembered the "Ancient Blood".

It was only recently captured by Vigfortz. Not long ago, it remembered that there was a riot in the elemental plane.

At that time, a human accidentally entered the elemental layer, and the energy emanating from his body attracted the covetousness of the most powerful elemental life forms in the four elemental layers.

They attacked the human at the same time.

Then they were suppressed together.

Di Jing still remembers the pair of large hands that easily held the four elemental layers together in the palm of their hands. It was powerful, mysterious, and unstoppable, a power that the elemental layer had never seen in millions of years.

At that time, the human beings who caused all this seemed to have the power of "ancient blood".

…

The spirit seemed to suddenly have the physical sense of a living being and felt a chill.

The light surrounding it grew gentle, and the wind became quiet.

"Tell me your wish... three wishes, and then set me free." Even the language became fluent, "They will all come true."

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Xili's mind. The figures of her mother and grandmother appeared one by one, making her eyes moist involuntarily.

But she knew the limitations of the power of the spirits. Those people she had lost in the past and wanted to see again would never come back; and those beautiful, unrealistic futures could not be expected now.

So she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"My first wish is that the Castle of Kael Siren can be restored to its most complete, newest, and most prosperous state before it was destroyed. You know what I mean."

The genie is free to control the extent to which his wishes are fulfilled, and he certainly knows that.

Answer honestly: "Your first wish has been granted, and there are two more wishes left."

Both Jeroen and Kelda showed a look of surprise, and then became gentle.

"My second wish is that the town of Brokilon you destroyed can be restored to its original state, and that all those who were killed can... forget it." Sirik restrained himself, "Just restore the town to its original state."

Not far away, as if time was flowing backwards, sand, soil, bricks and beams were constantly picked up by invisible hands and then reassembled and rebuilt, and a brand new town appeared before everyone's eyes.

"The second wish has been granted, there is one more wish left."

Ciri calmed herself down. This third wish was the most important to her.

"I hope Lann will be safe in the coming war, and I hope he can achieve all the victories he wants!"