Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1451 1423. Warning
In the worst case scenario, Viggofortz might still have two chances to make a wish.

If he fought normally, he would not be a match for Gedimitis.

In the era when this old wizard was studying and active, the first generation of wizards were truly like gods and demons.

Elemental interface creatures such as the Djinn and the Fire Giants can control the chaotic magic of the world without any hindrance and achieve infinite magic in a sense.

But in those days, powerful wizards just didn't want to go to the trouble of finding them.

It's not surprising that a warlock like Joffrey Monk, who has both the means and the interest, would capture a dozen of them at once and seal them in bottles for fun.

Every Djinn has infinite magic power, and is violent and ruthless, but can't they be easily captured by Joffrey Monk?

The basic idea is that a highly skilled warlock relies on magic research and spell improvements to allow his magical explosive power in a short period of time to directly overwhelm the Djinn, and then capture it.

Even if the person who is controlling the infinite magic power of the Djinn is Viggofortz, it would only take a little effort for Gedimitis to deal with him.

He has lived for so long and had so many fantastic experiences, but a young wizard who has mastered the Djinn can't do anything to him and might even be beaten to death by him.

But wishing is different.

A wizard's high-level way of utilizing Djinn is undoubtedly to enslave its endless magic power through the Djinn, and then weave that magic power into suitable magic to serve him.

The most brutal, wasteful and unreasonable way is to make only three wishes directly to the spirit.

Just like in fairy tales, after completing three wishes, the Djinn will be free and return to the air element interface.

And those wishes will be fulfilled like in fairy tales, but there will be some deviations.

Because the genies are not the kind-hearted djinn in fairy tales who just like to play pranks. They hate their captors to the core!
As long as there are any loopholes in the description of the wishing spell, these creatures, who have intelligence no less than that of humans, would absolutely hope to kill their captives in the process of fulfilling their wishes.

For example, just now, when Tishaya told him what Viggofortz's current condition was, Lan En just squinted his eyes and glanced around, and basically understood what had happened here before.

Gedimitis could definitely overpower the young wizard, easily even.

But referring to the old wizard's state just now, Lan En could also imagine what wish Viggofortz would make when he was about to be suppressed to death.

——Let the heart of Hen Gedimitis in front of him jump out of his chest right now.

The description must be clear and accurate.

If the only thing they wanted was for the old wizard to die, then the Djinn might set the time of his death to be several decades later.

Or, design the "method of death" as: killing Viggo Fortz and dying together.

While thinking in his mind, Lan En had already walked from the damaged and melted top floor of Gastang Palace to the side of the building's outer wall.

Looking down from this height difference, the renovated black and white stone bridge is only as thick as a chopstick.

The sea breeze blew faster at this altitude, and Lan's skirt made of Smaug dragon skin rustled, but his steps were not at all disordered.

After walking out of the tower of Gastang Palace, Lan looked around.

It didn't take much effort to find Ciri's footprints.

The sudden outbreak of chaos and fighting must have startled her, and Yennefer, who brought her here, must have cast a protective spell on her at the first moment to prevent her from dying instantly in the flames that melted the tower.

Lan didn't know where Yennefer was now, but no matter what, he was ready to find Ciri first.

Moving quickly along the outer eaves of the tower, Lan En's attainment in [Light Body Technique] combined with his body's own flexibility and strength.

Following Ciri's cautious footsteps, Lan saw the body of an elf who had fallen to the bottom of the tower.

His hat was decorated with a squirrel tail.

It seemed that he wanted to reach out to catch Ciri, but Ciri, who had been trained in the Demon Hunter's "Killer Road" and learned the [Light Body Breathing Method] and [Ashina Style], easily knocked her down.

During the tracking, Ciri was very smart. She knew how to use her flexible and petite body to go to those dangerous and difficult roads.

But at the end, Lan En still frowned unconsciously.

In the witcher's vision, she went all the way up and headed straight for the highest point on the island of Thanedd - Tor Lara.

The chaos teleportation tower that has been abandoned since the elf era!

Uphill from the tower's entrance, Lan saw a familiar face.

Geralt.

One of his legs was broken, and because the broken knee was turned outward, it looked like his legs were of different lengths.

His sickly milky white hair was smeared with his own blood, making his face a mess, as if he had received a fatal blow to the head.

Put the broken hand aside. If it hadn't been for this hand blocking the head, Geralt's brain would have been smashed out of his ear! Lan went over immediately, wanting to lend a hand.

But as he approached quickly, he could hear the old demon hunter mumbling persistently even after he fell unconscious.

"Ciri, run!"

Then, as Lan En stepped on the stone brick steps, there was a sudden muffled sound of bricks breaking.

The young witcher had a calm expression, but his breathing, which had been practiced to be consistent, was disrupted for a moment.

The real weight of the body and the fast running footsteps suddenly and uncontrollably crushed the stone bricks of the steps.

Then, his breathing was adjusted again, and Lann's footsteps made him like a gust of strong wind. He swept past Geralt, throwing only the small shield emblem on his waist on him, and then rushed straight into the tower of Tor Laura!

When Lan En rushed in, he just saw Viggofortz's feet leave the ground, as if he was about to float up and search layer by layer until he found the target.

And after seeing Lan En coming in, he stopped rising and just maintained a height where he could look the witcher in the eye on an equal footing.

"I'm surprised, Lan, I thought you would be more reasonable." Viggo Fortz said with a smile. "After all, I have left a very conspicuous warning, right?"

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"You think of Geralt as a 'warning'?" Lan said in a low voice that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. "Of course, I met him."

"Oh, I forgot about that." Vigfortz said without any sincerity, "He seemed to be your friend? The kind of person you had a good relationship with? What a pity. I actually hoped to hear the news of his death."

"Before he passed out, I said 'I hope we'll see each other again someday', but you know what, Lan."

Vigfortz said casually as if he was complaining to a friend: "It was just a polite remark. He is too insignificant to me."

"Not really." Lan En's voice was as light as a sigh, and his eyes were downcast. "He's still alive, and his injuries are getting better."

Vigfortz's smile gradually faded: "This is unpleasant news for me."

"Isn't it pleasing?" Lan En tilted his head, "Then I feel relieved."

"bass!!!"

An extremely sharp air blade suddenly burst out from the scabbard at Lan En's waist!

The movement of his arm drawing the sword and slashing it was extremely smooth and terrifyingly fast!
To the outsiders, it almost looked like a frame drop in the video! The palm of his hand was still quietly pressing on the hilt of the knife, as if on guard.

But the next moment, the hand holding the clear blade was raised horizontally in the air on the other side of the body!
It makes it impossible to see the movement trajectory in the middle!

But even though it was almost like this, Lan En's hands, body, movements and center of gravity were still stable and flawless!

The high-pressure air blade flashed by like a silver thread passing through the air.

This is different from the original [Ashina Style], where after a high-power, long-distance air blade was slashed, obvious traces of air refraction cross-section would be left in the air.

As Lan's skills continued to improve to the current level of [Water-Shaped Sword], his skills gradually evolved into becoming increasingly perfect and dangerous.

The silver line formed by the condensation of high-density air flashed by, and only a sharp and rapid high-frequency sound of breaking through the air shook the eardrums!

After a light and almost traceless silver line flashed by, a violent wind surged around the space where the silver line passed!

A sharp break left a trace that extended out on the ground in an instant along with the silver line.

The silver thread floated diagonally across Viggofortz's body in mid-air.

And it cut through without any hindrance, leaving sharp marks on the stone pillars and walls of the tower behind him!
Viggofortz's figure was still floating there, seemingly unaffected.

Lan En lowered his eyes and glanced to his side.

After swinging the knife, the arm moved back smoothly in an instant, as if it had planned the subsequent moves in advance, and stopped above the back of the head.

After Lan En finished his action, a crisp sound of metal collision was heard accompanied by sparks!

"Dang!!!"

A nearly two-meter-long, absolutely solid iron staff was waved by Viggofortz who suddenly appeared behind Lan En, and was blocked by Lan En's sword!
Lan En didn't look back, but he could already sense from the intersection of the weapons that the other party was trying to withdraw his weapon, return to defense or retreat.

However, the strange power transmitted by the use of [Dengli] disrupted Viggofortz's control over the coordination of his body.

It slowed him down a bit.

That's the difference of half a beat.
"Stab!"

The blade that had just stopped at the right moment, after blocking the iron rod and the staff, poured down like flowing water!

The sharp blade created sparks, and the smooth movement almost instantly cut off the opponent's fingers and half of his palm!
(End of this chapter)