Among the future members of the Sorceresses' Lodge alone, four members were captured here. If we take into account the others who escaped the net, it can only be said that sorceresses are born with a stronger desire for power.

Looking at the clothes on Yennefer, they were still the same as when she first saw them in the small town, except that they looked a little disheveled due to the battle. It seemed that the fallen humans had not had time to commit atrocities against the sorceresses in order to complete the tasks of their masters.

It is not clear what happened to the others, but at least his good brother Geralt will feel better after waking up.

Wayne thought so, but did not act rashly. Not to mention whether he had the strength to deal with twelve fallen warlocks at the same time, these elite warlocks who were corrupted by the power of hell had their own connections and networks in various countries. If he killed them, besides feeling a little reluctant, he might also be hated by many people afterwards, causing unnecessary hatred.

But if he can save these twelve people, it will be of great help to him in building his own power in the entire north in the future.

The thoughts flashed through his mind, and Wayne began to search carefully around the entire crack, trying to find the unlucky guy who was possessed by the evil god from another world, or whose body had been occupied by the evil god from another world.

According to the clues he had found before, this person is most likely a member of the Supreme Council and the mastermind behind this bounty competition. Only members of the council know who it is, and ordinary warlocks have no way of knowing.

He searched around the crack for a long time, but unfortunately, apart from the twelve fallen warlocks who were casting spells with all their might, he did not see any other people.

Wayne frowned when he saw this. The area of ​​the space crack is so important, wouldn't the evil god's clone be guarding here?

After another careful scan of the scene, he still found nothing.

Just as he was thinking about whether to change places or look around, Wayne suddenly felt a gloomy and dark magical power surging towards his vest, so fast that his body didn't even have time to react.

There was no way, Wayne had a thought, and immediately activated his ability to flash. His body disappeared in an instant, and appeared in the air seven or eight meters away. At the same time, because he was out of the range of the invisibility cloak, he appeared in front of the enemy out of thin air.

The stone pillar where he had just been was enveloped in a ball of pitch-black flame and was burning fiercely.

Since he had no time to calculate the spatial coordinates, he could only choose a place that was as open as possible to avoid a tragedy due to a transmission error.

However, the enemy seemed to have been prepared for his flashing ability. Before he fell to the ground from mid-air, another ball of light like a magic missile had already flown to Wayne's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Between the sparks of electric carbide, Wayne felt that the magic power contained in this magic ball of light was not particularly strong. His heart trembled, and he did not activate the magic shield of the new Banshee Veil on his body, but let the ball of light hit his chest.

There was a loud bang.

It was as if he was hit by a solid cannonball. In an instant, Wayne felt that several bones in his chest were broken. His body flew backwards under the influence of the huge force, jumped a distance of seven or eight meters, and slammed heavily into the stone pillar, smashing it into pieces.

An uncontrollable stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and at the same time he saw clearly what the person who had just attacked him looked like.

This is a middle-aged man who was dressed somewhat like an Indian. He had a turban on his head, ordinary looks, dark eyes that made it difficult to see the position of the pupils, wheat-colored skin, and a staff in his hand. He was floating in the air with a mocking smile on his face.

"Interesting, a little invisible mouse was able to sneak in here."

"You really don't know how to live or die."

"However, your bloodline and those strange powers in you have interested me a little."

"If you surrender, I can spare your life. How about that?"

After hearing the words of the mysterious sorcerer, Wayne did not say anything. The protective power bestowed by the forest goddess was quickly repairing his injuries.

He pretended to have a painful expression on his face, but his eyes were observing this man who was able to speak freely and whose face had not yet had the blue-black patterns corroded by the power of hell.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the name of the person in front of him, nor could he determine whether the person in front of him was his target based on the existing information.

However, while the other warlocks were controlled and turned into puppets, this special guy in front of him was not only able to see through his invisibility cloak, but also able to use flying and powerful magic at will. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary character.

The noise just now was too loud. No matter who the man opposite is, after killing him, we will find a way to take Yennefer away. We can't delay it here too long.

So, he smiled, secretly activated his ability to evolve, and said, "I am willing to surrender!"

As soon as he said this, before the man opposite him could react, he activated his flashing ability again, and at the same time drew out his Sword of Promised Victory from the space bracelet. With an extraordinary speed, the moment he appeared above the man's head, he chopped him down with a powerful blow from top to bottom.

There was a flash of sword light, followed by the sound of the air being split.

However, the sword struck nothing.

In the blink of an eye, the man used a technique similar to teleportation and appeared on the ground five or six meters away.

While waving his staff, he said in a joking voice: "I knew that you, little mouse, were not honest."

"Forget it, I'll just kill you and then torture your soul."

After saying that, he pointed his staff at Wayne, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. Wayne, who was in mid-air, had just fallen from six or seven meters to the ground and had no time to dodge.

He once again endured the lightning, enduring the burning and stinging sensations all over his body. Without any pause, he burst out with all his strength, even stepping out two deep pits on the ground. Like a human cannonball, he rushed towards the mysterious sorcerer again.

However, in the few seconds when Wayne landed, the opponent had already prepared an even more powerful attack magic.

A deep black skeleton sphere that was flashing with electric light and was half a meter in size quickly took shape in front of the man. With a cruel smile on his face, he swung his staff directly at Wayne.

This is a powerful death magic. Under his powerful control, it is enough to melt an elephant into blood. If the opponent is stupid enough to resist with his body, there is absolutely no way for him to survive.

Even if the opponent wants to dodge, this spell has the ability to track and is very fast. It is difficult to dodge without prior preparation.

However, at the moment when this magic was cast, Wayne raised his left hand slightly, and the sound of the mechanism flashed by.

The expression on the face of the mysterious sorcerer wearing a turban suddenly froze. A crossbow arrow forged with an unknown metal actually penetrated directly through the death magic he cast, and then instantly pierced through the magic shield he had placed around his body, directly piercing his chest and exiting from his back.

The crossbow arrow even directly interfered with the next magic he was about to release the moment it passed through his body, causing the magic to backfire in his body.

Before he could get rid of the backlash, he cast teleportation magic and escaped to another place.

The strong man whom he called little mouse just now, with a layer of dark blue shield, broke through his skeleton-shaped death magic and appeared in front of him in an instant at a very exaggerated speed.

The gorgeous two-handed sword, which was more than one meter long, drew an arc of sword light and, with a strong sound of breaking through the air, split him in half from the center of the body from top to bottom.

In an instant, before Wayne could feel the joy of defeating a powerful enemy, a strong soul wave swept out from the corpse in front of him, like a shock wave, and directly knocked him out.

However, before he could stand up, an extremely powerful dark force suddenly emerged from the body of the mysterious sorcerer who had just been split in half by him.

At the same time, a voice filled with anger and terror erupted from that dark power.

"Damn mortal, you pissed me off!"

(End of this chapter)