Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1457: 1429The resilience of the old wizard



Chapter 1457 1429. The resilience of the old wizard

Gascoigne brought news that the workshop area was safe.

Only a few factory buildings were burned last night, and there was no loss of personnel.

Berengar and Gede had just experienced the attack and did not dare to leave, so they asked Gascoigne to say hello and report that they were safe.

It was already daybreak, and Gos Velen's city defense troops began to become active. They began to protect the workshop area and the bridge outside the gate of Arethusa as if their buttocks were on fire.

The flies and dogs in the dark night dare not be placed in the sun. Because once you get caught, it's no joke.

No one knows the extent of the warlocks' losses yet, but as long as they still have huge influence, after what happened last night, no one wants to get into trouble at this time.

In fact, the losses suffered by the warlocks were not huge at all.

However, a melodious whistle that matched the atmosphere very well sounded melodiously from the shadow of the castle light, as if coming from a very far away place.

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Inside the wide open pajamas, a hideous incision had just been sewn up. As soon as he got close to him, the roaring bear head necklace around Lan En's neck started to bounce.

The words were not exhausted, but Gdymitis's meaning was already expressed clearly.

Of course, if he could directly kill everyone present, Di Jing would not refuse.

He used his remaining left hand and non-disabled left leg to pupate his body on the ground, and crawled fiercely and resolutely towards somewhere deep in the castle.

His throat was like a leaky bellows, and even his breathing was accompanied by lung noise.

But there was still only cold persistence in the wizard's eyes.

Although there is no statistics on the death toll until now, judging from Lan En's journey through the entire Thaned Island from beginning to end.

Thanks to the powerful helpers Lan En had summoned last night, and the preparations he had made in advance, he completed the elimination of that ship of Scoia'tael with extremely high efficiency.

But after last night, I'm afraid just being a yes man is considered a blessing.

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Wizards and kings have been in a hidden tug-of-war for more than five hundred years since the beginning of human landing in the north. At this point, the winner is about to be decided.

Gedemitis was lying on a temporary operating table.

The old wizard turned his head with great effort and looked at the lost Tishaya behind the desk.

A quarter of the entire body was cut off vertically. Such a terrifying huge wound was enough to be sentenced to death.

If those Scoia'tael died a little slower, then not just that many people would die in the wizard gathering in Arethusa.

"The matter is not over until the person dies."

The wizards would soon recover, but the trust and confidence in the Warlock Brotherhood had been lost forever with the rebellion. —In a castle in the south of the continent, sudden changes in air pressure caused the air to bulge endlessly with the opening of the portal.

"That's because Joffrey Monk himself is strong enough." Lan also comforted in a low voice, "The Dijing is just his plaything, and the wishing spell is more like his collection. Wige Fortz is really Make a wish as a tool."

Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old wizard who just sighed but did not look decadent.

"The Brotherhood of Warlocks is dead in name only, but I hear"

But no matter what, after last night, the "unity" of the warlocks no longer existed.

"I didn't expect that Vilgefortz would be so decisive. When he realized that he couldn't defeat me even if he controlled the magic power of Di Jing, he immediately performed the wishing spell."

At this time, both the new generation of wizards who like to enjoy fame and fortune, and the older generation of wizards who want to remain independent and continue to develop magic technology have all been hit.

But facing the pain that made life worse than death, Wigefortz just groaned and screamed, but had no idea of ​​giving up.

It rolled to the ground with a 'crackling' sound like rotten meat falling on the floor.

Tissaya sat in despair behind her usual desk, showing no signs of her usual dignity and calmness. Margarita stood next to her with a sullen face.

"Oh, back then, Geoffrey Monk himself had more than a dozen jars of Dijing, but he couldn't use them as neatly as he did."

Because Di Jing himself also wants to kill his prisoner, so as long as the old mage is prepared, even if he creates an illusion of his heart in advance, Di Jing will most likely pull out the illusion.

At this time, the old man was looking at the ceiling blankly.

The political status and independent status they had achieved as a group among the northern countries could foreseeably be weakened or even disappear due to the collapse of the group.

There is no way to crack the wish-making spell other than using high-level and deep-seated power to counteract it.

"drink!"

Lan En didn't say anything more, he just frowned and looked at Tisaya.

"Gedimitis is awake, and I don't know who to look for. Tisaya is terribly depressed now. Margarita dare not leave her for even a step. Triss is preparing a healing potion, and I have to continue to save her. people"

"Let me take a look at him." Lan En nodded in agreement before Mattie finished speaking. On the contrary, the archmages each have their own opponents to contain them, and they have no time to kill others on a large scale.

Ordinary wizards are not proficient in combat, and when faced with Scoia'tael who only want to kill people, they are often killed in one encounter.

Obviously, the magic power on this wound alone is already very strong.

Treatment is still in progress, and the pressure is not too great.

Even though the archmages were fighting like they were going to blow the entire Thanede Island to pieces, the ones who were the most lethal to the warlock group were the Scoia'tael.

Gedemitis said with a smile, but then became serious again.

Without the support of the organization, wizards who fight alone have no ability to resist and have no say in the face of secular kingship.

"When you have been fighting your heart disease all the time for hundreds of years, you won't get tired so quickly."

Lan En also shook his head when he looked at the many injured wizards who were dejected outside the crystal cultivation laboratory, as well as Gedimitis who was undergoing surgery inside.

The huge wound on the ground where Wige Fortesz had been cut open vertically was stained with dirt and dust, turning into **** mud on his body and face.

No, maybe the death penalty would make people feel more relaxed.

A body with imbalanced body shape was sprayed out from the portal like a struggling dead dog.

It's just that they were all frightened.

"You have a new idea, in Aedirn, and you've already started implementing it? For racial equality."

Lan En leaned down and put his head close to the old wizard. The two of them invariably lowered their voices to whispers: "You are well-informed, Gedimitis."

In order to save Gedimitis, Mattie didn't feel any pain at all when using Aritusari's high-end inventory.

The dissected human body was squirming like maggots on the ground. Under the dim light, this scene had a sense of eeriness and horror.

Not long after, Mattie poked her head out of the laboratory. She waved tiredly to Lan En, and the witcher walked over.

"Saskia Sass, a big blonde beauty, you can get in touch with her first." Lan En patted the old wizard's hand, "To be honest, I kind of admire your determination."

When a mage uses the wishing technique in battle, it is more like fighting the enemy while competing with the Di Jing in a battle of wits and courage. It is far from being as invincible as ordinary people imagine.

"But I can only have confidence in my own resilience, but Tissaya. She has a serious personality, even a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she has never suffered such a big setback, Lan. I am very worried."

What happened last night has filled the wizards with suspicion and fear. Under such circumstances, no organization can stay together.

"Heartbroken?" The old wizard sneered, "My previous heart almost killed me, and now there is a new heart beating in my chest. Why should I be heartbroken?"

Gedemitis tilted his head and looked at the witcher standing by his window.

"In the past, when the Warlock Brotherhood was still there." The old wizard said calmly, "We and the kings of the northern kingdoms still had to maintain some dignity. Now we have to find a collaborator who can stand up."

After walking into the laboratory, it was indeed what Mattie said.

Before last night, wizards were the wise men who stood behind the king, offering advice and stemming impulses.

Perhaps those ordinary wizards who were having fun in Aretuza's banquet hall or dormitory and didn't even know how the rebellion started died less than the archmages who held meetings in Gastang Palace.

"But you don't look like you're heartbroken, Gedemitis."

The old wizard laughed to himself about his carelessness.

Triss was pouring the potion into the unconscious Geralt's mouth.

Although at the same time, whether the entire north can still exist under Nilfgaard's iron heel is a question.

"Hey~"

With his clothes that had been burnt and stuck to his skin, Wilgefortz suddenly seemed to come to life after a long time and took a deep breath.

"Hey, no matter what." The old mage let out a deep sigh, "The Brotherhood of Warlocks has ceased to exist in name only." At that time, the strongest wizards in mankind's first generation of wizards held the wizards' union with an iron fist, but now it collapsed due to internal fighting.

Obviously, the current dean has never thought that the teacher who never makes mistakes or panics in her eyes will one day need her care, so she is a little overwhelmed.

Unlike the previous energetic ones, Gedimitis's voice was dry and hoarse.

But the dark place where the light shines is clearly just a corner where no one can stand.

Cheap boots walked with a light and cheerful pace, approaching with the sound of footsteps.

"Wigefortz, Wigefortz"

The owner of the whistle playfully repeated the name of the wizard on the ground, and used very slow steps to keep pace with the wizard crawling painfully on the ground.


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