Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 119
After knocking open the gate, blocking the oncoming crossbow arrows with Quen's seal and magic, everyone in the girl-hunting team entered the main castle of Stiga Castle.

An art-loving sorcerer, the vault of the castle hall is filled with ornate murals.

The theme of the mural is the scene of "pure white" Raffard exerting his power.

"Pure White" Raffard is a legendary warlock and alchemist, and one of the first batch of warlocks in the mainland, long before the birth of the Warlock Brotherhood.

He mediated a long-running feud between the northern kings at the time, ending the Six Years' War.Finally, when the sorcerer was asked to be crowned king of Temeria, Raffard refused, and the incident became a legend.

However, due to the mental retardation of the king of Temeria at that time, Raffard accepted the position of royal advisor, which made him the real ruler, and his series of actions became an example for future warlocks.

However, Raffard strongly opposed the establishment of the Warlock Brotherhood and the promulgation of the Warlock Act, which led to a civil war among the warlocks. Raffard was unfortunately killed in the battle, and the exquisite magic art he mastered disappeared along with it.

Hundreds of years later, the portrait of him refusing to be crowned still hangs on the island of Thaned, and Vigfortz once talked with Geralt in front of the portrait.

And now, Vigfortz was standing here, and Geralt was standing here, under the mural of Raffard.

He was surrounded by fully armed warlock retinues, and a tall and skinny bounty hunter who looked like a ghoul. This was Bonnet, and he was looking at Ciri playfully.

"Admirable."

Vigfortz said softly, "I really admire you, witcher. Your innocence and stupidity are beyond redemption, but your skill is truly admirable."

"Vigfortz, it's all over."

The beautiful black-haired female sorceress said, with strong resentment in her tone, she was "taken care of" by Mr. Vigfortz before.

"Your mercenaries have already run away, and the monsters you summoned are still fighting those cultists outside. You have nowhere to go."

And more importantly, Ye Naifa never forgot that the bastard Wigfortz peeped at Ciri.

"careful!"

Yennefer suddenly screamed and jumped up to avoid it. Geralt also jumped to the side at the last moment, and everyone in the girl-hunting team dispersed.

A wall of flames whizzed out from between the wizard's hands, pressing towards the place where everyone had just entered, and the hissing flames scorched the ground.

The witcher subconsciously wiped his forehead, saw Vigfortz raise his hand again, and immediately bent down to hide behind a column, the roaring sound exploded in his ears, as if the foundation of the entire castle was shaking.

The warlock's subordinates rushed forward shouting and killing, and everyone in the girl-hunting team immediately went up to meet them.

"Come on, let's dance!"

Bonnet confronted Ciri. He remembered the experience of being scared away by the vampire who rescued the girl before, and he vowed to get back on the girl.

But Ciri didn't have any fear, she met Bonnet's eyes full of murderous desire, and confronted him with a sword.

She also vowed to take revenge on this damned bounty hunter.

A rain of swords also began, and the speed of both of them was extremely fast. Ciri and Bonnet's swords were coming and going, and the clanging of the swords kept ringing. From the eyes of others, it was like a dance. .

It's just that if this dance is wrong, you have to pay the price of your life.

On the other side, although the warlock followers here are elite, they are still not good enough for the female hunting team.

During the fight, the warlock's subordinates fell one after another. Cassirer, Mivar and Angulan easily opened a path to Vigfortes for Geralt and Yennefer.

The three are completely capable, and more importantly, they have the determination to win.

As for Regis, the vampire is now shuttling through the crowd at an extremely fast speed.

And every time he shuttled, someone fell down, which caused a lot of panic in the crowd, and people kept fleeing the hall.

Vigfortz watched his men fall, not showing any panic, but walking towards them, his cloak fluttering behind him like a pair of wings.

The warlock was playing with his magic weapon, and he planned to teach Geralt a profound lesson. This time, it was not as simple as breaking his leg.

However, Geralt's next move was something he hadn't expected.

After casting a spell that easily blocked Yennefer's lightning, Vigfortz saw Geralt raise his hand, holding a tubular weapon, with great speed.

Wigfortz knew that it was a musket. Subconsciously, a strong anxiety surged in his heart, and he felt that the thing could kill him.

Warlock felt absurd for a while, that thing?Kill him?
However, although the absurdity felt absurd, the movements of his hands did not stop.

Since Geralt raised the gun far faster than he expected, he could only use all the magic power in his body to prop up a protective shield. He believed that this could definitely block the musket in the hands of the witcher.

Next, the gun went off, and Wigfortz's eyes were full of disbelief.

Because the bullets shot from that musket, like a hot knife cutting butter, easily penetrated his magic shield.

Then, it hit his head, which was directly broken by the bullet.

"My bullets are made by the Orbium."

Seeing the look in Vigfortz's eyes, Geralt answered him.

Wigfortz died, there was no fierce battle, no wonderful confrontation, just one shot, and Wigfortz fell.

His body fell on the hall of Stiga Castle, blood flowed out from the genius's head, and soon stained the entire area around him red.

The death of the warlock caused the entire hall to fall into silence. The followers of the warlock looked at their master's body in disbelief, and the rest of the female hunting team also felt a little absurd. Is this the end?

Only Ciri and Bonnet are still continuing their "dance". After all, if this dance of death is slightly wrong, they will fall down.

After a few seconds, the warlock's quick-witted followers immediately ran away from the side door, and the others immediately followed them.

Wigfortz is dead, so why are they still fighting? It's better to find Wigfortz's wealth and run away after taking it.

The members of the girl-hunting team did not pursue either, the important thing was Ciri, not the killing.

It's just that not long after these people escaped, a huge monster slammed into the castle of Stiga.

The castle in the direction where the subordinates fled was directly smashed down, and the sky was exposed, where there was a night sky and the dark red incarnation of Lilit.

From the perspective of everyone in the castle, the castle seemed to be bitten by a monster.

Being suppressed by that monster, the fate of the fleeing followers was self-evident, and the fallen monster was naturally the Salivary Demon summoned by Vigfortez.

This big centipede has an extremely terrifying wound, and the wound also exudes a dark red power.

However, Lilit's incarnation in the sky is not in good condition either. The dark red energy on her body is constantly dissipating. The battle with the Salivary Demon obviously makes her extremely tired and is on the verge of dissipating.

But the believers of Eternal Night's Eclipse cheered loudly, not only because of the result of the battle in the sky, but also because the war golems and earth and fire elements that blocked their progress either lost their ability to move or dissipated directly.

In the already opened Stiga Castle, everyone who was still there was paying attention to Ciri and Bonnet's dance.

No one tried to do anything, because they knew that in this kind of battle, the result was decided within a second or two, and doing something rashly might cause Ciri to have an accident.

And this battle is indeed coming to an end.

"Witcher, you are very strong, much stronger than before."

Bonnatta said, and Ciri was completely unmoved by his words, because she knew that this was just a smoke bomb thrown by this ghoul-like man.

Like a preying snake, Ciri suddenly launched a counterattack, the sword pierced the air and hit Bonnet's sword, and at the same time, his body began to move flexibly.

Bonnet countered immediately, the blade brushing past her, but inertia made him unsteady.

Ciri's counterattack was like lightning, from thrusting to slashing, and then bent down to kneel again.The blow was precise and powerful.

Her sword stopped at her side.She looked at the bounty hunter's long, straight, flat wound, from which blood was gushing.

"You..." Bonnet said tremblingly, the calmness and playfulness on the bounty hunter's face finally disappeared, "You..."

Bonnet thrust his sword at Ciri, but now his movement was slow and awkward, as Ciri ducked to avoid the blow and the bounty hunter lost his balance.

"You won." Bonnet said, kneeling on one knee, "That little girl, now that she has become like this, am I digging my own grave?"

Shirley looked at him silently without answering, and everyone in the girl-hunting team also looked at him without saying a word.

Bonnet looked around, sighed,

"I have completely fallen into your hands, witcher, what are you going to do to me?"

Ciri walked up to the bounty hunter, and seeing her bend over, his dead fish eyes almost popped out, but she just tore off the badges around his neck, the badges with the heads of griffins, cats and wolves.

The bounty hunter wanted to pull out the dagger at his waist to deal with this soft-hearted little girl, but the presence of the members of the girl hunting team around him prevented him from making any moves.

The current situation is quite hopeless. Even if he kills Shirley, he will be chopped off by the people here.

So, he stopped, and the moment he dropped his hand from the dagger, he saw Ciri staring at him.

"You made the right choice," Ciri said coldly, "I remember everything."

Bonnet felt cold sweat all over his back, and for the first time, he lowered his head in front of Healy.

Ciri walked towards Geralt and Yennefer, all kinds of emotions flooded the faces of the three at this moment, but they hadn't had time to embrace.

"I won't die like this!"

Vigfortez's soul emerged from his corpse, as if torn from it. There was a black light emitting from the side of the corpse, and the blood looked so terrifying under the light.

"This battle is just the beginning, only the beginning! No... no no no, you can't do this."

The first half of Wigfortz's tone was full of anger, and the second half turned into fear.

"Okay, my lord Warlock, it's time to execute the contract. If you want me to say, you shouldn't be so confident and think that you will never die, so I won't be able to get your soul so easily. Okay. Alright, hurry up and go with me."

Vigfortz's soul seemed to be pulled out by a more powerful force. It was first pulled in the air, and then disappeared in front of everyone.

"Why is it still dead?"

Angulane's rant sounded very timely,
"Then he should be completely dead now, and he won't get up again in a while."

"That's a very powerful being, Geralt."

Yennefer met Geralt's puzzled eyes. She also noticed that Bonnet was missing, but she didn't want to say it, and no one here wanted to say it. Everyone didn't care about the whereabouts of the bounty hunter.

"I feel so small in front of it...Geralt, I hope you won't have anything to do with the owner of that voice in the future."

"Well, I know."

Yenneferd's uneasiness did not disappear because of Geralt's answer, because she always had a strong feeling that Geralt would still have something to do with the owner of the voice in the future.

"Speaking of which, Geralt, the magical power displayed by Vigfortz is much, much stronger than I imagined, you know? You smashed the head of a genius."

Yennefer looked at the smashed head of Vigfortez, and lamented the death of this genius, who could have contributed more to the future of magic.

"His ambition is too great, and he was lucky to end up like this. If his former colleagues were here, it would only be worse."

Geralt glanced at Vigfortz's body.

"Well, indeed, Philippa will agree with you on this point. They hate Vigfortz to death."

And then, the two continued to look at Shirley, and the emotion of being interrupted surged up again, but they were interrupted again before they could do anything.

"Hey, three, I know you are very emotional, but I have to interrupt you."

Regis said embarrassedly,

"The believers of the Eclipse of Eternal Night have already entered the castle, and they will arrive here in three minutes at most."

"Then let them come."

Geralt said without hesitation.

The believers of the Eclipse of Eternal Night thought that after experiencing such a bitter battle and the miracles performed by their gods, the next battle was just the end.

But they discovered they were wrong, and very, very wrong.

In front of the target team, whether it is a brave true believer or a demonized flesh and blood puppet, they all seem so vulnerable. In the face of swords and magic, they will die as many times as they go up.

Soon, the corpses were almost piled up like a hill, but the target people looked as if they had never experienced such a fierce battle, and they were still relaxed.

This made the leaders of the cults who came with their team stupid. They had been tossing and tossing for so long and paid so much for this item, but when they were about to harvest the fruit, they were beaten up by the fruit.

And the more desperate is yet to come.

As the horn sounded, Eclipse of Eternal Night suddenly discovered that the emperor's imperial guards appeared behind them, and launched an attack without hesitation.

When the shield wall of the imperial guards advanced, Eclipse of Eternal Night found them so powerless. In front of the shield painted with the golden sun, they were shattered and killed.

The believers of the Eternal Night Eclipse were quickly wiped out by the emperor's army. No matter how powerful these cultists were, they were severely consumed in the constant battles. When the emperor's imperial guards attacked, they had no ability to resist.

Soon, these cultists and the monsters they cultivated were all wiped out, and the emperor's army replaced the believers of Eternal Night Eclipse, and surrounded everyone in the girl-hunting team.

And now the ruler of the empire, Emhyr var Enris, walked out surrounded by countless soldiers.

The emperor was very excited, but he hid his emotions very well. After so many years of hard work and so much price, everything was worth it. What he wanted finally appeared in front of him.

(The next plot is that Emhyr intends to marry Ciri, so she wants to cover up the secret, so she decides to kill Master Jie and the others, but after seeing Ciri crying, she finally softens her heart, and finally decides to let Ciri and Master Jie go, They were able to return home.)
When the plot reached its climax, opposite to the castle of Stiga, opposite to the lake, our mirror master was happily looking at the distant scene.

"This show is finally over."

Then he felt a burst of unspeakable joy and excitement, and he played the "fate" guy, in his eyelids, and resurrected the chess piece it kicked out of the game.

Next, after "Destiny" finishes the remaining plots, this guy will have to retire for a few years.

And in the past few years, he can do many, many things, and can sign many, many contracts. For Master Mirror, there is nothing more refreshing than this.

With a happy mood, Master Mirror left the shore of the lake and walked into the darkness.

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After the Maiden Squad, the Imperial Guard, and the Mirror Master have all left, the last wave of guests arrives.

They are the sorceresses' coven.

But when they came, the castle of Styggar was almost in ruins, and the emperor's army put a finishing touch on it, destroying almost everything.

The sorceresses were annoyed at their utter lack of participation in such an important matter, but after being annoyed, they could only admit the status quo.

Then, in order to maintain their own authority, they decided to erase the historical records of this matter, and they left here after destroying the general Stiga castle with magic.

In this regard, the castle of Stiga was completely turned into a ruin that no one cares about.

(End of this chapter)