Tissaya de Vris stood on the broken rooftop, her hair disheveled and her face covered in dust.

She raised her hands, her palms burning with fire. She screamed a spell, and the flames dancing between her fingers turned into a dazzling fireball that roared and flew in all directions.

Each fireball had the temperature of lava, and continued to expand as it flew, soon turning into two-person-high walls of fire.

The sky seemed to have cracked open, and endless cold winds enveloped the fireballs. However, the high temperatures contained in these fireballs were shocking enough that they broke through the barrier of the blizzard and vented their high temperatures.

"Get out! Invaders! The fight to destroy the unity of the Brotherhood is over. This island is still ruled by the Brotherhood!"

The world's number one female sorceress showed amazing brilliance. Her large number of supporters blocked the enemy's close attacks for her in the front, allowing her to unleash her spells unscrupulously in the back!

But even though they were fighting at home, the warlocks still suffered heavy casualties after being approached by the invading cavalry from outer space.

In front of the warlocks, a strong wind was raised that was strong enough to shatter the floor tiles. The knights wearing heavy skeleton armor looked like evil spirits; and Francesca stood among them, like a lily blooming in hell.

This lily exudes a deadly fragrance.

The dark-gold-haired elf raised his hands and built a magical defense line in front of the Wild Hunt by himself.

Then, several heavily-armored warlocks holding metal scepters walked out from the skeleton knights.

"Boom!" The scepter, as heavy as a pillar, smashed a hole in the ground. Countless ice-blue portals opened in front of them, and countless constructs swarmed out like locusts.

Each of them is the size of a hound, crawling on all fours, with claws as sharp as daggers, and their backs covered with dark blue ice rocks.

[Wild Hunt Hound], an elemental creature generated by magic ice crystals, is a pure weapon of war.

Eredin Brick Glass, the tallest among the Wild Hunt Knights and known as the "King of the Wild Hunt", withdrew his left hand coldly.

"Let the hounds consume the magic power of these children. The noble Ain El cannot spill blood in such a place - Francesca!"

Eredin turned to look at the elven sorceress: "Where is the Ancient Blood?"

"He was here just now, and he is definitely on this island now!" Francesca gritted her teeth, "These human warlocks are his allies. Kill them all! After this, the Ancient Blood will have no power to resist!"

Eredin looked at Francesca coldly and said nothing. He knew that his relatives in the other world seemed to be trying to use the Wild Hunt as a knife, so he simply didn't have much good feelings towards humans, a group stained with the blood of their compatriots.

He is just a child who stole magical power from Ion Sheedy...

"Red Knights, fight quickly and bring the Ancient Blood back to Armorwood!" Eredin shouted. "Charge!"

The blizzard became more violent, and countless black shadows and ice first merged into one, and then appeared again when the warlocks were caught off guard.

The irrational Wild Hunt Hounds resisted the warlocks' magic at the front, and lightning and fire tore the bodies of the elemental creatures into pieces; but before they could be happy, swords pierced through the elemental creatures from behind and reaped the warlocks who had just released their magic.

Even a slightly trained assassin could kill a warlock at close range, not to mention the Wild Hunt troops that have been plundering the other world for hundreds of years.

“Tissaia! Sisters are dying and we can’t stop them!” Keira Metz screamed, “Tissaia, do something!”

The next second, thunder exploded under her feet and Keira was thrown out from the place where the window should have been.

…

This may be a blessing in disguise. Keira has escaped from the battlefield, but more people are still fighting.

"Vilgofortz, what are we fighting for?" Fekart shouted at Vilgofortz in despair.

Nilfgaard's warlock troops were forced into a corner, carefully resisting the frost erosion of the Wild Hunt and the angry attacks of the Brotherhood.

According to common sense, Vigfortz had no need to expose his existence. Although the situation just now made him face Philippa's accusation, Tissaia, who had the highest prestige, still preferred to "maintain the harmony of the Brotherhood" and refused to believe Vigfortz's rebellion.

The Wild Hunt just happened to arrive. Wouldn't it be better to just wait for the Brotherhood and the Wild Hunt to lose each other, and then Nilfgaard would summon troops to wait for them to tire themselves out? Why did they have to jump out and join the melee at such a critical moment?

Now, in the three-way melee, the Nilfgaardian side was the weakest. Although they were led by three high-level warlocks ranked in the top ten in the North, the combat effectiveness of the Nilfgaardian warlock troops that were teleported over was far behind that of the other two sides.

The Brotherhood is strong in men and horses. In addition to high-level warlocks, there are also other warlocks at the level of royal advisors. Needless to say, the Wild Hunt has even more warlocks, knights, and alchemical summons. The team is well-configured and elite.

On the other hand, on the Nilfgaard side, except for the three traitors from the north, the rest of the warlock troops that came over were useless - their leading warlocks were almost all killed by Lann in the previous war!

Perhaps they still have the strength to fight against the Warlock Brotherhood, but now that the Wild Hunt has intervened in the battlefield, they are pure cannon fodder!

"Terranova!" Fecat screamed, and saw the short and fat members of the Wizarding Society not far away fighting and retreating to the edge of the battlefield, and suddenly pulled a Nilfgaardian sorcerer to block in front of him.

With a magical "boom", the body of the Nilfgaardian sorcerer exploded into pieces, and Terra Nova disappeared on the spot.

Well, now there are only two high-level warlocks left on the Nilfgaard side.

"Viggofortz, what are we fighting for?!" Fekart collapsed and asked again.

Viggofortz himself was thinking about this question, and he felt as if he had lost control.

He should be a wise and patient person who can plan for his own goals for decades and is determined in his goals. Why would he make such a rash decision at such a critical moment today?

When did you start to lose control?

A flash of inspiration exploded in his mind. Facing Fekart's question, Vigfortz suddenly felt a force controlling his throat, and blurted out these words:

"For the Ancient Blood!"

"ah?"

The protective shield on Fekart's body trembled violently. Before he could react to Vigfortz's words, a bolt of lightning condensed from the dome tore through the night and blizzard, almost shattering him.

Not only him, all the Nilfgaardian warlocks and wild hunt knights were attacked by lightning. The thunderstorm even covered the wind and snow and briefly became the only climate on the field.

Those who were sensitive to magic looked towards the Brotherhood. The black-haired sorceress stood in the thunder. She was trembling all over, but her firm magic spell resounded in everyone's heart.

"Damn it! It's [Alzu's Thunder]! Tisaya is trying to kill herself!" Francesca showed a look of horror for the first time.

Eredin beside her remained calm: "It's just magic invented by human sorcerers, cast by human sorcerers. What effect can it have?"

He soon found out.

…

The witchers gathered in the great hall of Aretuza Palace.

"How was everyone's harvest?"

Lann didn't wait for anyone to answer. He could tell how they felt from the happy looks on everyone's faces.

He put the packages into his [Inventory] one by one, and the smile on his face began to move closer to that of the other demon hunters.

Without waiting for him to take a careful count.

“Hua La La—”

The sound of large wings breaking through the air suddenly rang out in the night sky, and a humanoid bat flew overhead.

Geralt loosened his right hand and fell from a height of three stories. With a "bang", he slightly bent his knees to release the impact and breathed a sigh of relief.

Circles of dust and gravel flew high around him, and the others waved their hands in disgust at him.

Geralt nodded slightly to Regis who had regained his human form, and took the initiative to say to Lann: "The representatives of each country have been sent back to their respective guards. Regis and I also took some time to visit the academy. They have completed the evacuation of the students, and the remaining troops are coming here to help."

“As soon as we get rid of the most important enemy, they will be able to move in and take over the entire island.” Geralt asked solemnly, “When do we start?”

Lan opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, a thunderclap loud enough to deafen everyone's ears suddenly boomed from the sky.

Everyone looked up at the same time, only to see that all that was left in the night sky was purple lightning that was so blazing that it was pale, and even the darkness was shattered.

“Boom—”

The roof of the Aretuza Palace was shattered.

“Boom—”

Then there is the rooftop.

“Boom—”

Next is the Astrology Tower.

With every explosion, a building would be shattered and a piece of the castle in front of us would be cut off out of thin air.

This is a natural disaster truly caused by human intervention!

"This is a truly top-notch warlock."

Lann twisted his neck: "I think now is the time, are you ready?"

The demon hunters were silent. As they were well-trained, they took out the [Hanged Man's Poison] for humans and the [Constructed Biological Sword Oil] for special attack elemental creatures from their alchemical backpacks and smeared them on their weapons without hesitation.

Then drink the alchemical potion one by one.

Lann chuckled, flipping his hands and taking out potions from the [Inventory].

The other witchers quickly completed their preparations, but Lann's actions were endless. He was like a traveler who had just encountered an oasis after trekking in the desert for three days, drinking the potion without restraint like drinking water.

[Advanced Thunder] to strengthen the body, [Advanced Mabolli Forest] to speed up adrenaline regeneration, [Advanced Swallow Potion] to recover from injuries, [Advanced Petri Potion] to strengthen the seal, [Advanced Tawny Owl], [Hekna Decoction], [Ancient Deer Head Spirit Decoction]...

Not only that, he even poured the night vision potion [Cat] which was useless in this situation, the [Black Blood] for vampires, and the [Killer Whale] for underwater breathing into his mouth.

"Lann..." Geralt stretched out his hand to stop him.

Lan made a "don't bother" gesture and swallowed hard.

[Fork-tailed Dragon Decoction], [Sheep-horned Demon Decoction], [Deer-headed Spirit Decoction], [Demon Spirit Decoction], [Evil Ghost Decoction]...

A variety of powers were mixed and coordinated in Lan's body; at the same time, every drop of venom that almost took over the blood was transformed into fuel under the unique effect of the [Addiction] skill, and the energy burst out and was squeezed into Lan's muscles, expanding his strength and strengthening his magic.

The physical strength and magic power reached a brief balance, but then the strengthened physical strength squeezed out magic power again under the effect of [Magic Guidance], and strengthened it for who knows how many times.

The chaotic energy around Lann was already visible to the naked eye. Although he had not activated any skills, bright emerald light was already flickering in his eyes.

For the first time, the demon hunters felt something like "impression". Although Lann was just a human who was not much taller than them, they felt that the shadow he cast was enough to cover the entire Aretuza Palace.

They suddenly tore off the witcher badges on their chests, and the flying chains under the magical induction almost strangled their trachea.

"Burp." Lann suddenly patted his chest.

"That should be enough." He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body, "Then next - let's completely disrupt the battlefield."

He slapped the ground one last time and cast Teleport.

Three huge spots of light formed behind him.

Three huge monsters were summoned back across half of the continent, but the chaotic energy surrounding Lann did not weaken at all. Instead, it became more and more intense, like hot oil with water added.

…

Tissaia was supported by the warlocks around her, barely able to stand. Her [Alzu Thunder Spell] almost wiped out all the warlocks in Nilfgaard, revealing the wrath of the world's number one female sorceress to the world for the first time in a hundred years.

Even Eredin's Wild Hunt troops were exhausted. They used wind and frost to condense shields, but still suffered many casualties.

Looking at his compatriot lying on the ground, twitching and breathless, Eredin clenched his fists.

"That's enough, Francesca! I've had enough of you fighting with humans."

"Tell me, where is the Ancient Blood? I only want the Ancient Blood!!"

A voice suddenly covered Eredin.

"I—God!!!"

The blizzard they were in suddenly became violent, and the Wild Hunt Warlocks looked at their staffs in confusion, as the ice and snow were out of their control!

It was as if an earthquake had occurred out of nowhere. The castle where everyone was standing began to shake from the foundation, and finally with a loud bang - it collapsed!

"Click"

“Oooooooh!!”

Before the Wild Hunt troops could react, it was as if an ancient bell rang in their ears. Then, a sky full of flames broke through the wind and snow, accompanied by two huge black shadows.

Their formation was broken in an instant!

The rubble, smoke, pillars and walls were flying in the air and falling down, and the Aretusa Palace was completely reduced to ruins.