Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1457 1429. The Old Wizard's Resilience

Gascoigne brought news that the workshop area was safe.

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

Mainly because Berengar and Gerd had just experienced an attack and did not dare to leave, they asked Gascoigne to come over and say hello and report that they were safe.

By this time it was already daybreak, and Gos Velen's city defense forces began to become active, protecting the workshop area and the bridge outside the gate of Aretuza as if their butts were on fire.

The shady dealings in the dark are not allowed in the light of day, because once they are caught, it is no joke.

No one knows the extent of the warlocks' losses yet, but as long as they still have great influence, no one wants to be caught in the crossfire after what happened last night.

In reality, the warlocks' losses were not that great at all.

Thanks to the powerful helpers Lan En had summoned last night and the preparations he had made in advance, he was able to clear out the entire ship of Squirrel Party members with superb efficiency.

Even though the great wizards look like they are going to blow the entire Thaned Island to pieces when they fight, the most effective killers against the warlock group are still the Squirrel Party.

Ordinary wizards are not good at fighting, and are often killed at the first sight of the Scoia'tael who only want to kill people.

The great wizards, on the other hand, each have their own opponents to restrain them and have no time to inflict large-scale damage on others.

If the Scoia'tael had died a little slower, more than just these people would have died at the wizards' gathering in Aretusa.

Although there is no statistics on the number of deaths until now, judging from the process of Lan passing through the entire Thaned Island from beginning to end.

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

It's just that they were all very scared.

But no matter what, after last night, the warlocks' "unity" no longer exists.

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

Until last night, the wizards were the wise men who stood behind the king, offering advice and checking his impulses.

But after last night, I'm afraid it would be a blessing to be a yes-man.

Looking at the many injured wizards who were dejected outside the crystal cultivation laboratory, and Gedimitis who was undergoing surgery inside, Lan also shook his head.

This time, both the new generation of wizards who liked to enjoy fame and fortune, and the old generation of wizards who wanted to maintain their independence and continue to develop magical skills, were hit hard.

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

"Gedimitis has woken up, and I don't know who to look for. Tishaya is terribly depressed now, and Margarita dare not leave her alone. Triss is preparing a healing potion, and I have to continue saving people."

"Let me see him." Before Mattie could finish, Lan nodded in agreement.

After entering the laboratory, it was exactly as Marty said.

Tishaya sat at her usual desk in a daze, without any trace of her usual dignity and composure. Margarita sat beside her with a stern face.

Apparently, the current dean had never thought that the teacher who in her eyes never made mistakes and never panicked would one day need her care, so she was a little overwhelmed.

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

Gedimitis lay on a makeshift operating table.

At this moment, the old man was looking at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

Inside the wide-open pajamas, a hideous knife wound had just been sewn up. As soon as he approached him, the roaring bear head necklace on Lan's neck kept jumping.

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

In order to save Gedimitis, Marty used Eritusari's high-end stock without any regrets.

"I didn't expect Vigfortz to be so decisive. He made a wish as soon as he realized that he couldn't defeat me even if he controlled the magic of the genie."

Unlike his usual energetic style, Gedimitis' voice was dry and hoarse.

"Oh, even Joffrey Monk himself had a dozen jars of genie, but he couldn't use them as easily as he did."

The old wizard talked about his own carelessness with self-mockery.

"That's because Joffrey Monk is strong enough." Lan also whispered to comfort him, "The Djinn are just his playthings, and the wishing technique is more like his collection. Viggo Fortz really uses the wishing technique as a tool."

There is no way to break the wishing spell except to use higher and deeper powers to offset it.

Because the Djinn itself also wants to kill its captor, so as long as the old wizard is prepared, even if he creates an illusion of a heart on himself in advance, the Djinn will most likely just pull out that illusion.

Of course, if it were possible to kill everyone present, Di Jing would not refuse.

When a wizard uses the wishing spell during battle, it is more like fighting the enemy while engaging in a battle of wits and courage with the elves. He is far from being as invincible as most people imagine.

"Well, no matter what." The old wizard let out a deep sigh, "The Brotherhood of Warlocks is dead in name only." Back then, the wizarding union that was held together with an iron fist by humanity's strongest first-generation wizards has now collapsed due to internal strife.

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

Without the support of the organization, wizards fighting alone would have even less ability to resist and voice when facing secular monarchy.

The wizards and kings have been engaged in an implicit tug-of-war for more than five hundred years since the first human landing in the north, and now the outcome is about to be decided.

Although at the same time, it is a question whether the entire north can still exist under the iron hoof of Nilfgaard.

"But you don't look desperate, Gedimitis."

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

"Despair?" 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 so disappointed?"

"As long as the person is not dead, the matter is not over yet."

"The Brotherhood of Warlocks is now defunct, but I heard that..."

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

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"You have a new idea in Aedirn, and you have already started to implement it? For racial equality."

Lan leaned down and put his head close to the old wizard. They both lowered their voices to whispers. "Well-informed, Gedimitis."

"Before, when the Brotherhood of Warlocks was still in existence," the old wizard said calmly, "we had to maintain some respect with the kings of the northern countries. Now we have to find a partner who can stand on his own feet again."

"Sakia 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 admire your courage."

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

Gedimitis said with a smile, but then he became serious again.

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

The words were not fully spoken, but Gedimitis's meaning was clearly expressed.

The old wizard turned his head with difficulty and looked at Tissaya, who was in a daze behind the desk.

Lan En didn't say anything else, but just frowned at Tishaya.

The treatment is still going on, and the pressure is not too great.

The wizards will soon recover, but the trust and confidence in the Brotherhood of Warlocks has been lost with the rebellion.
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In a castle in the south of the continent, a sudden change in air pressure caused the air to swell as a portal opened.

A body of unbalanced size was ejected from the portal like a struggling dead dog.

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

Viggofortz, with his clothes burnt and stuck to his skin, took a deep breath after a long time, as if he came back to life.

"drink!"

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

One quarter of the body was cut off vertically. This horrific and huge wound was enough to be a death sentence.

No, maybe the death penalty would be more relaxing.

However, faced with the pain that made his life worse than death, Viggofortz just groaned and screamed, but had no intention of giving up.

Using his only remaining left hand and intact left leg, he stretched his body on the ground and crawled fiercely and resolutely towards a place deep in the castle.

The huge wound on Vigfortz's body that was cut open vertically on the ground was covered with dirt and dust, and turned into bloody mud that smeared his body and face.

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

The dissected human body was wriggling on the ground like maggots. Under the dim light, the scene was filled with a grim and eerie feeling of horror.

"Hey~"

However, a melodious whistle that matched the atmosphere very well sounded from the shadows of the castle light, as if it came from a long distance away.

But the dark area illuminated by the light was clearly just a corner where even a person couldn't stand.

Cheap boots approached with a brisk pace, following the footsteps.

"Viggofortz, Viggofortz"

The owner of the whistle repeated the name of the wizard on the ground in a playful manner, and walked very slowly and leisurely, keeping pace with the wizard crawling on the ground in pain.

(End of this chapter)