Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 164 Gouging Eyes
For Geralt, he hadn't encountered such an enemy for a long time. Even facing Jaques could not compare to such a bloody battle.

Looking at the dead men and women on the ground, and the corpses of the iron guards in blue clothes several times larger than that, the white-haired witcher took several breaths in a row.

The blue veins on the faces of the male and female Cat Pie demon hunters were bulging, and their faces were frighteningly pale. They took a huge amount of potion, and the amount of potion used far exceeded the known limit of demon hunters.

Geralt couldn't figure out why they could take so many potions at once. Even a witcher after the second mutation should die immediately after taking so many potions.

However, recalling the pain and madness on the faces of the two when they were fighting, Geralt thought that they were still in pain, but they used their favorite madness to fight to cover up their emotions.

But even so, they fell before the white wolf and the blue iron guards. The iron guards consumed the two monsters with their lives, and Geralt dealt them a fatal blow.

Geralt will never forget that beautiful and deadly two-person sword dance. In front of that sword dance, the white wolf was sure that if he hadn't had the blue iron guard, he would definitely be dead.

"Damn it, these two bastards, there are only thirteen subordinates left with me, and they are all elites who followed me during the First Northern War."

Roche angrily and disdainfully kicked the bodies of the two. In order to kill the two, the Blue Clothes Iron Guard had sacrificed so much that even Roche was almost chopped off by them.

Geralt didn't speak. The life and death together during this period had already let him know the emotion between Roche and his subordinates.

White Wolf just started to grope around the corpse, looking for all available information, and he did find it, a letter with a cat's head seal.

Opening the letter, the white-haired witcher read the information in it, and as he read it, Geralt's expression became more serious.

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Where the white wolf and the blue-clothed iron guards are now is Keweier's winter capital, Long Exeter.

As the big city of Kovill's palace, Lon Exeter is always full of vigor and vitality. Various trade activities are very frequent here, and the finance is so developed that it can directly affect Nilfgaard in the distance.

Like Novigrad, this city is always full of people looking for opportunities, but the difference is that most of the people who come here are excluded from the mainstream society in the north.

Accepting these people is also part of Kevier's tradition, and this country is relying on these talents to prosper day by day.

Therefore, when White Wolf came to Keweier, he didn't receive many strange looks. This country does not dislike demon hunters, and there are even retired demon hunters who start companies here to make a fortune.

They came to Lon Exeter following the trail of the Thorn King. According to the information they collected along the way, the next target of the Thorn King was King Istrad.

Geralt intends to stop the assassin's action, arrest the assassin by the way, and wash his reputation.

However, the Assassin moves faster.

Not long after Geralt and the others settled down in Lon Exeter, greetings from the assassins came.

The hotel where they were staying was burned to ashes, but it also allowed Geralt to catch the assassin's tail.

With the help of information provided by the guards of Ron Exeter, Geralt located the assassin.

It was a young Pie the Cat, and Geralt found him and killed him in a duel.

It's a pity that after investigating the documents on his body afterwards, Geralt found that it was just the witcher who walked alone.

And it was also at this time that news came that King Istrad was assassinated while crossing the bridge. The assassin placed a bomb on the bridge where the king and queen often visited. When the king and his wife passed by, they would detonate the bomb on it. .

As a result, the king and his wife were killed, along with a dozen Kervir knights.

The assassination undoubtedly dealt a huge blow to Geralt, but he still followed this route to the assassins' base in Lon Exeter, and then, there was this attack.

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"What's the matter, Geralt, you have such a bad expression, what's written on it?"

Roche had just wiped the blood from the dagger on his hand, walked up to Geralt, and took the document.

And the expression of the leader of the iron guard immediately changed drastically like Geralt's.

"Gods, the assassin is going to the Reconstruction Conference of the Order? What is he going to do? Look at the tone above, 'Complete the last step of the plan?' What does that mean?"

"Whatever he's going to do, there's only one thing we need to do."

There was only firmness in Geralt's tone. This time, he would not be slow anymore. The writing on it was still fresh, and it was obvious that the king had left not long ago.

"Stop him."

Roche naturally agreed with Geralt's words. No matter what the assassins planned to do, there was only one thing they needed to do, and that was to stop him.

With the rest of the blue-clad iron guards, Roche and Geralt immediately left Ron Exeter and headed to the church rebuilding meeting outside the city.

But on the way, they were stopped by unexpected people.

Hilard Fitz-Oyesteran, Ambassador of Nilfgaard.

What's more, beside the ambassador was a group of heavily armed Nilfgaardians, their feathered helmets glistening in the sun.

The place where the two teams are facing each other is a bridge. This bridge has been around for a long time, so it looks a bit in disrepair, but people can still leave.

When the White Wolf arrived, Nilfgaardian engineers were busy on it.

"Niflgaardians, what are you going to do?"

Roche was naturally not at all angry with the Nilfgaardians. He even waved to the iron guards in blue clothes behind him, signaling them to prepare to attack.

"Gentlemen, I'm just here to complete the tasks I should do. Don't pay attention to me and continue your journey."

Hillard remained courteous, as if in a diplomatic arena.

But just as he finished speaking, the bomb placed on the bridge exploded, and the entire bridge was directly blown apart.

Such an explosion naturally shocked everyone, and Roche angrily questioned the Nilfgaardians:
"Why are you doing this?"

The Nilfgaardians ignored them, and Ambassador Hilard just gave them a contemptuous look.

Then he led his own team to leave. After that, no matter how much Roche cursed, no matter how badly he cursed, the Nilfgaardians didn't even look at him.

"The man in black, son of a bitch, why are they getting involved too!"

Roche watched the team of men in black disappear into the boundary of his field of vision, and said angrily, "Damn it, this is the north, so you should be angry with men in black like this."

And Geralt's expression became more serious, and even the Nilfgaardian got involved... This matter is getting more and more difficult.

Geralt felt that the matter he was facing was getting bigger and bigger. At first, he thought it was an assassination, but now almost all the northern countries were involved.

"We must hurry to the venue, Roche, otherwise, something terrible may happen."

"Yeah, we have to hurry over there. However, since the bridge has been blown up now, we can only go..."

Roche naturally understood the seriousness of the matter. As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the high mountain above him, where the cold wind was howling.

"Road to Frost."

Geralt laughed. He knew the reputation of this road when he was in Lon Exeter. This road is full of monsters rushing out from the mountain pass north of the Dragon Mountain Range. There is no record.

"It seems that we have to take another risk."

"Yes, Geralt, I think we can compile the story of this road into a book in the future, and we will definitely make a lot of money if we sell it."

Roche joked with a wry smile, if he could choose, he would not want to take that dangerous road, even if they only involved a small section of this road, it would be enough.

But there is no way, the only thing we can do now is to move forward bravely.

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The church rebuilds the meeting place.

For a long time, rebuilding the Warlock Order has been the most dreamed thing of the Warlock community.

When the Order of Warlocks was still there, many Warlocks thought it was annoying that the Order was managing things like a mother-in-law, and they also restricted their research in various ways. They were quite disgusted with the Order.

But after the sect was gone, they experienced the beatings of the society—especially the middle and lower class warlocks—and looked forward to the return of the sect.

Anti-Cult you say?How could it be possible that I never had such thoughts, I only wished for the return of the sect, I have always been a staunch supporter of the sect.

Even senior warlocks found that after the sect disappeared, their deterrence and influence have dropped a lot, so they began to look forward to the return of the sect.

Therefore, the warlocks, whether they are by Philipa's side or at Ben Ade College, are constantly working hard for the reconstruction of the Warlock Order.

After a long period of hard work, their efforts finally paid off.

After each faction completed a series of divisions of interests and power, the reconstruction of the church was put on the agenda.

After much debate about where to rebuild the church, Philippa insisted on Redania, and Dorigale insisted on Aedirn, and the two sides were once at war.

But in the end, they compromised with each other and chose to rebuild the church in Keweier, which has always been neutral, so that both parties can accept it.

The place chosen by the Church Reconstruction Conference was an ancient ruin in the Keweier Mountains. This ruin was once a big city of the Vilan people. It was later occupied by elves, and then many elf-style ruins were built. When the elves retreated, Here too it is abandoned.

Now, warlocks from the entire northern domain are gathered here, and the rebuilt order intends to use this place as the new residence of the order, so warlocks are flocking here.

As for why this place was chosen, it was because there was a powerful magic place underground, which could provide a lot of convenience for warlocks to train newcomers and cast magic.

Due to the gathering of a large number of warlocks and invited ambassadors from various countries, the ruins suddenly became extremely lively, and various service providers headed by merchants also arrived one after another, making the ruins look like a town now.

When the newly appointed His Majesty King Tancred said that he would also come to participate in the Reconstruction Conference of the Order, the enthusiasm reached a peak directly.

Tancred said that in terms of dealing with warlocks, the Kovir Kingdom will continue his father's policy of tolerance and acceptance of warlocks, and the reconstruction of the Warlock Order in Kovir will not have any problems.

With the endorsement of the new king of Keweier, everyone who was concerned about whether the order could be completed in Keweier also felt relieved, and came to participate in this meeting one after another.

"Look here, Xier, in the future it will be the new center of the Warlock Order, and we will also become a role that must not be ignored in the history of Warlocks. We finally defeated the stupid king and the short-sighted nobles, and magic returned to its original form. It looks like something."

Looking at everything around her, Philippa was very proud, how could she not be proud?
In the ruined square, hundreds of warlocks were talking, trading, and negotiating. The sight of so many warlocks appearing together was something that could only be seen on Thaned Island before.

And all this future belongs to her, belongs to the sorceress assembly house, and the group of Ben Ard is nothing to be afraid of. They should first figure out who will be in charge before talking about other things.

Even better, with the death of Foltest and Istrad, Temeria and Kovir must become their puppets - oh, Kovir is already, Temeria is not as good time.

That Herme couldn't solve it, but it didn't matter, now that Temeria, Redania, and Kovir were all in her hands, suppressing Aedirn was not a problem at all.

"Philippa, of course it's good, but... have you dealt with the assassin?"

As always, Xier cares more about reality than these assumptions. This sorceress who always puts practicality first doesn't like to fantasize about things that are too far away.

"Someone has already gone. I am not a Nilfgaardian."

Philippa squinted her eyes, those dark eyes seemed so unfathomable.

"Miss Philippa, someone is looking for you."

At this moment, a waiter came to Philippa and delivered a letter.

Philippa cut open the envelope neatly, "I sent someone, Xi'er, I leave this to you. If I don't come, you will preside over the ceremony."

When Philippa was meeting with her people, in a corner of the venue, Dorrigaray looked at the letter in front of him, his face full of anxiety.

Judging from the traces on the letter, she had read the letter many times, but even so, he was still reading it.

This letter was given to him by Herme, and Dorrigaray could never forget the subtle expression on the Lord Protector's face when he told the news that he was going to Keweier to participate in the church rebuilding conference.

Next, the Lord Protector gave him a letter. The content of the letter was very simple, telling Dorrigale to be more careful when participating in the meeting, and if he found something wrong, he would run away immediately.

At the beginning, Dorrigaray took the letter seriously, but whenever he recalled the subtle expression of the Lord Protector, he couldn't help turning it out and reading it again.

This caused him to be very careful along the way, so careful that the accompanying warlocks felt that he was a little nervous.

Dorrigalei breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at the meeting place. The journey was very peaceful, and nothing should happen.

But in his mind, the expression of Lord Protector at that time still kept appearing, constantly disturbing his thoughts.

It's better to prepare some ways to escape, Dorrigalei thought, not for anything else, just for peace of mind.

When everyone in Ben Ade College was busy again under the order of the principal, on Feili's side, she had already arrived at the underground of the ruins.

Although it has been abandoned for many years, the underground part of the building here is quite complete due to the absence of wind and rain. Therefore, it is logical that it has become a stronghold for dark activities of all parties.

"How is this going?"

Philippa opened the door, and what she saw when she walked in was not the squires kneeling before her, but a group of knights from the Flame Rose Knights.

Philippa didn't realize what was going on, but at the next moment, a person rushed out from behind the door she opened, and quickly put the shackles on Philipa.

As the shackles were put on, Philipa immediately felt a strong sense of nausea and discomfort, and she even ignored the feeling of being pushed and shoved to the ground.

Diablo Gold, that was the first thought that popped into her mind.

Since Philippa's thoughts belonged to people who turned faster, she realized almost immediately a fact he didn't want to admit-she had been tricked and fell into someone else's hands.

"How do you do, Miss Philippa Earhart?"

"Heart of Stone" Radovid V walked out of the darkness like this, and the shadow hit his face, making the young king look extremely terrifying.

"Radovid? Why are you doing this? Why?"

As for the person leading all of this, Philippa thought of many possibilities: nobles, the army, and even Dijkstra, but she never thought that it would be Radovid.

In Philippa's eyes, Radovid was just a brat, a puppet who could only act according to his own baton.

But now, this puppet has controlled her here. I have to say that everything is quite ironic.

Two knights of the Flaming Rose Knights lifted the sorceress, pressed her in front of the king, and forced her to kneel down to face the king.

At this time, Philippa noticed that there was a brazier beside Radovid, which was filled with various torture tools.

"Why, you ask me why, when you dishonored me, the whole Tritog court looked on, all Redania laughed at me behind my back, I will never forget that moment. Throughout my childhood I can feel your icy gaze on the back of my neck. When I give an order, my subjects will first watch for Philippa Earhart's gesture of approval. Philippa, the king will not forget All of this will never be forgotten.”

"Radovid, I am only governing this country according to your father's orders."

Philippa defended herself, trying to save herself a lifeline, only to be met with Radovid's disdain.

"Oh? Really? Then why did you kill my father, in the crucial early days of the Second Northern War? And why did you let Dijkstra disappear after the war?"

Philippa was silent, she wondered how Radovid knew about it.

But since Radovid knew, it meant that there was nothing to say about the matter.

"You're a fast learner, too fast."

In the end, Firabba could only hold back this sentence, her heart was full of resentment, she wanted to vent, but in the end she held back.

Because she knew that it would look like a joke to her, and she was already embarrassed enough, so don't increase the level of embarrassment.

"Of course I learned quickly, otherwise how would I be where I am today."

Radovid found an eye-gouging spoon from the pile of torture tools,

"Now, I will repay your education, Lady Philippa."

Philippa felt two strong hands holding her down, subconsciously, she began to panic, and Radovid stabbed the object in his hand.

Philipa let out a heart-piercing scream, while Radovid tore off both of Philipa's eyes in the screams, blood spattered all over Radovid's face, and Radovid A morbid smile appeared on De's face.

Satisfied, finally satisfied, those black eyes, he finally dug them out.

For Philipa's pair of black eyes, Radovid has had an obsession since he was a child, and this obsession has run through his entire life, and it is mixed with resentment towards Philipa.

Philippa was on the ground now, lifeless, her eyes were now empty, and there was nothing but blood.

Even for a Warlock, having his eyes gouged out is extremely painful.

"Lock her up, and then we'll go about our business. The drama isn't over yet. The Nilfgaardians are still waiting for us."

"Yes, Your Majesty the King."

After locking Philippa with the magic gold shackles, the Redanian left the basement, and the next thing was more important.

(End of this chapter)