Obscure and unstoppable magical fluctuations flashed in the banquet, and many warlocks immediately staggered, holding their heads and stomachs in pain.

The other warlocks looked confused and panicked. They first looked around, then turned their eyes to Philippa with sudden realization.

Philippa's allies were not limited to Lann and others. She wanted to control not only Redania but also the power of the Brotherhood of Warlocks through this coup. Therefore, she recruited many warlocks from the Brotherhood as allies in advance.

For example, Triss and Yennefer.

Keira Metz of Temeria and Sabina Grievousig of Kaedwen were also among them, but they did not react immediately to cooperate with Philippa's actions - they did not expect Philippa to be so bold as to take action in this way at the banquet.

"Philippa, what's going on?!" Tisaya keenly sensed the source of the chaotic energy fluctuations, turned around and shouted at Philippa.

The senior warlock immediately cleared an open space and left Philippa in the middle. Philippa enjoyed the feeling of being the focus of attention even more.

"It's herbs. I added herbs to their wine." Philippa raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

The next second, she raised her hand, and a surge of magical shock gushed out from her hand, pouring all over Viggofortz.

Viggofortz, who had mistakenly drunk the medicinal wine, was already shaky, and this time he was knocked away like a sack.

Before he could stand up from the ground, two waiters suddenly jumped out from the shadows and put a pair of handcuffs on him. He felt dizzy, weak, and nauseous all at once.

Demon-blocking golden handcuffs!

"Lydia!" Viggofortz called out his assistant's name hoarsely for help, but he suddenly remembered that the sorceress who had been inseparable from him before did not come to his party this time. It seemed that she was going to give extra lessons to that apprentice - was her name Ace?

"Tissaia!" Then Vigfortz called out a different name.

More waiters took off their disguises and tried to use the magic-blocking metal to subdue the warlocks who had lost most of their mobility after drinking the medicinal wine. But in the next second, a blazing white light with consciousness jumped among the crowd, and lightning instantly knocked down every enemy who had ill intentions against the warlocks.

"Filiba!" A sense of oppression far exceeding that of Philipba emanated from Tisaya's body. Her body seemed to have turned into a whirlpool, and the chaotic energy of the entire Thaned Island seemed to converge towards her.

…

Philippa swallowed.

There was only Tissaia, and she had no chance of winning against her.

But her chance of winning does not lie in a head-on confrontation with the enemy.

Redania's intelligence agency has collected a lot of evidence of the Northern sorcerers secretly communicating with the South, and she drugged them in advance tonight using various obscure methods.

As for Lannister and Geralt, Philippa didn't want them to be too prominent at this critical moment. She had to take all the credit for uncovering the southern spy this time. It could also be regarded as a warning to Cintra. After all, future cooperation still needed to distinguish the primary from the secondary.

Although due to time constraints Philippa did not have time to identify all the traitors, it was enough; taking into account the northern warlocks she had already won over, and then inciting neutral warlocks to join, it would be enough for her to completely take control of the situation.

"Tissaia, I admit that you are strong. You are the strongest. You are even the only warlock who can resist the magic metal." Philippa said softly, "Maybe both of me can't beat you. But you have to know that many things don't rely on pure strength."

She seemed not to notice that Tissaia's momentum had already accumulated to its peak. She walked straight past her and raised her jewel-studded skirt towards the representatives of the northern countries in front of her.

She said with great enthusiasm: "Dear representatives from all the northern countries, I am Philippa Eilhart, the royal advisor of Redania!"

"Today, I have to announce a piece of news here with great regret - Vigfortz, who led our sisters in the fraternity to victory in the Battle of Sodden Mountain, is a traitor!"

The representatives of the countries were not drugged, and Philippa was not reckless enough to drug them. There were exclamations from the crowd. They did not expect that Philippa had made such a big scene because of this.

Even Tissaia was stunned for a moment.

Kayla and Sabina looked at each other and took the initiative to walk to Vigfortz's side to prevent him from resisting.

But Triss and Yennefer rushed to Vilgefortz's side in front of their surprised eyes. No one thought much about it, just thinking that the warlocks of Cintra hated Nilfgaard particularly much.

Philippa's voice continued: "Vilgofortz is an accomplice of Emhyr of Nilfgaard, and he has tricked others into joining! He has violated the law and betrayed us and the king..."

…

"How do you feel?" Lane felt his body when Philippa activated the effect of the magic potion, and asked Geralt after making sure that he was fine.

"Luckily, it has undergone a secondary mutation." Geralt shook his head. "Shall we start now?"

Lan looked out the window thoughtfully. He didn't know when the evening breeze suddenly became extremely cold, and it seemed that snowflakes had begun to fall.

"No hurry, wait a little longer."

Lann soon got the opportunity he had been waiting for.

…

“Emhyr contacted Vigfortz of Logevin and bribed him with power and glory. Vigfortz, the hero of Sodden, betrayed us in order to become the ruler of all the surrendered territories in the north! He will be in charge of the major provinces - the annexed northern kingdoms..."

Philippa was still chattering when a sudden scream outside the window interrupted her speech.

Those voices were familiar. Philippa suddenly thought of something and her face changed drastically. She strode to the window sill and saw a scene that she would never forget.

The light of lightning illuminated the dark island of Thanedd and the sea beside the island. A milky white ribbon quickly lit up in the dark sky, wriggling like a snake.

It was a snowstorm that had almost condensed into a solid form, a runway formed by ice frozen in mid-air.

On the ribbon that streaked across the sky, there appeared many blurry and terrifying figures of riders; they were getting closer and closer, and their images were becoming clearer and clearer.

A strong wind whistled through the curtains, and the sharp blades of lightning split the black sky. The sound of the wind became louder and louder. No, it was not the sound of the wind. It was the sound of a ghostly song.

The screams suddenly became louder, and the gray figures suddenly no longer hid their bodies. They were the elite guards of Redania. They should have reunited with Dijkstra by now, but now they encountered an unexpected, terrifying and cruel opponent.

"Is this also part of your plan?" Tishaya suddenly walked to Philippa, her voice numb.

This terrifying team turned around and rushed straight towards the Palace of Aretusa. The hooves of the skeleton horses stepped on the suspended stairs, and every step made the surrounding snow and wind more violent.

With the help of magic, they could barely see that the troops that dropped from the sky were nothing but dry bones, with blue-gray flames burning in their empty eye sockets... No, they were not dry bones, they were elite troops wearing heavy armor in the shape of skeletons!

A magic cavalry!

"Wild Hunt!" The knowledgeable warlock instantly recalled the image recorded in the book, and Philippa and Tissaia screamed together.

They looked up suddenly and saw a woman with dark golden hair on the highest rooftop of Aretuza, emitting signals like the aurora. She was the only elf in the wizard's coven, and she was like a beacon guiding the death army in the sky.

"Francesca!"

…

The rebels from Philippa's side appeared, the warlocks from Tissaia's side understood the situation, and the elves representing the Wild Hunt also entered the scene.

There is only one last link left. Now that we are here, we must solve it together.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the Wild Hunt outside the window as Philippa was attracted. Lann took out equipment from the [Inventory] and threw it to Geralt on the side. Then he took out a table knife and walked to Vilgefortz with both hands clasped.

The man was now dragged into a dark corner.

Except for Triss and Yennefer who were well prepared, no one else paid attention to the culprit.

"Lannister...you..."

Lan gave him a cold look and weighed the dinner knife in his hand. In order to avoid making too much noise, he had no choice but to use this.

He raised his hands to his forehead and gathered strength in his body.

[Anger Explodes]!

The soft silver dinner knife cut straight into the handcuffs made of demon-blocking gold. With two dull "clang" sounds, the sealed warlock regained his power!

"Lannister, why do you..."

Lan En was unwilling to say a word to him, so he strode back to his group and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Vilgofortz is out of trouble!!"

…

Philippa turned back in horror, and her words were stuck in her throat.

"Philippa, I don't care what the situation is now, but the unity of brothers is more important to me than anything else!" Tissaia screamed, "Vilgofortz, the Wild Hunt is coming! Francesca betrayed us! Now we should be together..."

Viggofortz came back to his senses, and Tissaia was held back by Philippa but was still chattering to persuade him.

He glanced at the sorcerers in the hall who had fallen because of Philippa's conspiracy, as well as some traitors who had not yet been found by the other side.

He smiled coldly.

"Fecat! Alto! Come to me!"

The persons referred to in these words were actually one person from the Supreme Council and one person from the Wizarding Society!

The high-level warlocks who originally wanted to hide themselves now completely lost their disguise. They had never thought of exposing themselves in such a situation.

They glared at Vigfortz fiercely, but still quickly swam to Vigfortz's side like a venomous snake. The magic power of the three people seemed to build a bridge at this moment, and a huge portal appeared in front of everyone.

An organized force of Black Sun Warlocks stepped out from it.

The dazzling flash turned into a transparent sphere, heading straight for the Northern representative closest to them.

…

This was the moment Lan had been waiting for.

With a "clang", the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword body shining with runes drew an arc of light, actually splitting the lightning in half!

Lann pulled up the national representative who was sitting on the ground in fear. Upon closer inspection, he found that the other person was an acquaintance, a subordinate of Queen Miwei.

"The Nilfgaardians are coming! And with them their warlock troops!" Lann shouted.

Why did the Nilfgaardians come? What on earth was Philippa talking about? What was the Wild Hunt they were shouting outside the window just now?

It was difficult for anyone to sort out so much information at once, and representatives from various countries were a little dizzy for a while.

Aren't they here to attend the party, have a few drinks, spend the night with a sorceress if they're lucky, and then wait for tomorrow's meeting?

It didn't matter that they didn't understand what was going on tonight. After Lann helped them escape, there would be plenty of time for them to realize how dangerous the situation was tonight.

The battle has begun.

Philippa looked at the Nilfgaardian warlock troops that appeared and realized that the situation tonight was finally out of control. She wanted to ask Lan for help, but suddenly remembered that the lion and the white wolf had been "drugged" by her, and being able to swing a sword was considered a strong physique.

She raised one hand and shrieked a spell. With a hissing sound and lots of sparks, her hands shot out several spirals that tore through the floor and pillars, creating thousands of projections of sparks. These spirals were like spears, piercing the bodies of the first few Nilfgaardian soldiers who came out.

"Let the Wild Hunt in, let them in!" She screamed at Tissaia who was about to cast a spell on the sea. "The Nilfgaardians want to wipe out the warlocks in the north. I don't know why Francesca is crazy, but we definitely can't deal with them all at the same time!"

"Let the Wild Hunt in! We need to cause a melee in order to survive!"

These were the only human words Philippa said tonight, and Lane cheered for her in his heart.

He also roared: "This is a war, we need to gather our respective troops! Cintra's guards are all in Gos Velen!"

"We are here too!" Representatives from various countries responded immediately.

"Everyone come behind me. I will protect you and fight you out. I am the Lannister of Cintra!"

Representatives from various countries gathered behind Lann. They were sent to attend the meeting and negotiate, and there were few officers among them. The melee situation in front of them was already visible to the naked eye, and they had no ability to protect themselves.

Frost had begun to condense on the windowsill, and Geralt used the [Alder Sign] to blast open the door.

"Hurry up! I left a lot of guards on Thanedd Island. Let them protect you as you go to Gos Velen!" Lann shouted, and called over a team of guards who had been prepared, and asked Geralt to lead them to evacuate.

"And you, Lord Lannister?"

"The Nilfgaardians are here, the Brotherhood is fighting alone, I want to go back and fight!"

Everyone showed admiration: "Thank you for saving our lives. Our country will never forget your heroic act! Hang in there, we will be back soon!"

The surroundings were finally quiet. Lann glanced at the door behind him. A deafening roar came from it, and the breath of death, ice, fire, and lightning spread out from it.

Lann slapped the ground, and countless emerald spots of light lit up around him.