The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 197 Ha! We can guard the city walls until we die
Tishaya knew that the turning point of events lay in King Władysław.

So she ignored Haiya and spoke to King Władysław again in a serious tone.

"Your Majesty, when the witchers built their castle deep within the Blue Mountains, they did so with the tacit approval of the first king of Kaedwen. The witchers refused military service because they wanted to abide by the witcher code established for them by their 'father,' the legendary sorcerer Arzu."

Haiya said in a sinister tone.

"Well, Lady Tissaia, you're saying that the king's orders are not as effective as the last words of a warlock who has been dead for who knows how many years. Is that correct?"

"of course not……"

Before Tishaya could finish, Władysław stood up and interrupted angrily.

"I've heard enough. There's no need to waste any more of my and your precious time, Lady Tissaia. I respect you as the Head of Aretuza and a member of the Guild of Talent and Arts within the Warlock Brotherhood, but that doesn't mean I have to let you control me."

"Listen carefully, ma'am, I just want to tell you one thing:"

"Or, if you help me capture that filthy castle, you will gain great wealth, and the Kaedwen court will be open to Aretuza College."

"Sorceresses who graduate from your academy will be given priority when applying for the position of court sorcerer in Kaedwen."

"And my own personal friendship and gratitude."

"Of course, if you don't like all this..." Władysław's face changed and he said sternly.

"Then leave, lady, take your hypocrisy and ignorance with you, leave this land, leave my country!"

"It's best if your students don't come to Kaedwen, or they'll find out they're not welcome there!"

Tishaya's face turned blue with anger.

But in the end nothing was said.

"As you wish, Your Majesty. I hope you will not regret it later."

After saying this, she opened a portal and left without looking back.

Lynn and Fringilla, who were outside the tent, heard the entire quarrel inside.

The sorceress noticed that the witcher's eyes were fixed on the king's neck.

"What appears before your eyes are all illusions. You cannot interfere with any outcome. These past events are not even your memories. Even if you kill him, you cannot change the present. You will only sink deeper and deeper."

"I know."

Lynn took a deep breath.

He did not draw his sword.

But take a step forward.

Fringilla breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I also realized why my uncle repeatedly and sternly warned me not to open this book no matter what happened.

Because the nightmare world that is being generated now is created based on the demon hunters.

It has nothing to do with her.

That's why she was able to look at the problem from an outsider's perspective.

If she is involved in the game, it's hard to say.

The two men walked through the endless tents and out of the military camp.

At this moment, waves of horn sounds suddenly sounded behind them, and the Kaedwen army surged towards the witcher castle in the distance like a tide.

The infantrymen, holding spears, swords and maces, ran desperately towards Kaer Morhen, and the studded leather armor and chain mail they wore made a loud noise as they ran.
Everyone roared like wild beasts.

Their morale was high because the king promised them that if they could capture the castle, they would be free to plunder the contents.

Although the impression given by witchers is that they are usually extremely poor.

But a farmer's family has food and drink, and he has a wife and a daughter.

Would there be no glittering gold coins in the castle of a group of witchers?

Perhaps the witcher's castle is not as rich as a noble's castle, and the wealth inside may not be enough to be distributed to everyone, but as long as you get there first and grab a handful, that's enough.

As for the possible counterattacks and resistance, no one thought about it.

Although those mutants have been modified, their number is still too small. There are only dozens of mutant freaks, while there are thousands of them.

Each of them can block a river with a whip. How can a few dozen mutant monsters stop them?
By this time, the Kaedweni army's vanguard had already closed to within a few dozen meters of Kaer Morhen, yet there was still no movement from the castle.

Some of the soldiers couldn't help but start to wonder what was going on.

Was he so scared that he surrendered?

Then they should also put their hands on their heads, leave the city, throw their weapons aside, and kneel on the ground...

A general mood of optimism began to spread among the soldiers.

They felt that they had already won, and that the mutants must have been scared out of their wits, so they were hiding in the basement or somewhere else like turtles, shivering and praying that they could escape.

With this mentality, the soldiers climbed down the trench and set up several ladders on the ground of the trench.

To be fair, the witcher castle in front of us is very magnificent, even more magnificent than many noble castles.

As long as there are a few hundred soldiers in the city and enough food, they can defend against the Kaedwen army until they die.

But there are no ifs in reality.

No matter how magnificent a castle is, it will be meaningless if the defenders lose the courage and confidence to resist.

But at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Look up!"

Some soldiers who heard the reminder were stunned at first, then looked up.

Several figures in robes appeared on the castle tower, which was empty just now.

They are the resident warlocks of Kaer Morhen.

The warlocks stationed in the fort chanted in unison, and a moment later, an elliptical crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and a large amount of green liquid poured down like heavy rain.

The soldiers who had just been climbing up the ladders climbed down the ladders screaming.

The places where the green liquid stuck to them became sticky and slippery, making it impossible to grab them.

Soon, not only the ladders, but even the trenches were covered with a layer of green liquid that touched people's ankles.

"Is this... oil?"

The crack in the sky closed again, as if it had never appeared.

But before the soldiers could react, the mages stationed in the fort made another move.

Without exception, blazing flames appeared on their hands.

However, their target was not the Kaedwen soldiers, but the moat outside the city wall.

Several fireballs were accurately shot into the trench, immediately igniting the oil that had already submerged the soldiers' ankles.

boom!
A wall of fire suddenly appeared, instantly engulfing the soldiers trapped in the trench.

In order to be the first to climb the city wall and rush into the castle, a large number of soldiers crowded into the trenches.

As a result, a large number of lives were mercilessly devoured by the fire.

Not only in the trench, but also on the ground outside the trench was covered with a lot of oil, so the fire also spread outside.

As for the city wall, there was a warlock stationed in the castle who cast a protective magic to protect the city wall.

The fire easily forced back the army that had been so aggressive just now.

The blazing fire illuminated the terrified expressions on their faces.

The worst case scenario they had anticipated was that they would be pierced through the stomach by the mutants' steel swords, or killed by their witchcraft.

But the warlocks of Ben Ade College said that the mutants' witchcraft was very weak and could only kill one person at a time, just like a sword.

Also, when they cast their spells, they cannot strike with their swords at the same time.

In other words, whether they used swords or released witchcraft, they could only target one person.

Others can take advantage of this opportunity to rush forward and cut it into pieces and chop it into meat paste.

But who could have imagined that so many people had died before they even saw the mutants.

Looking at the sea of ​​fire in front of them, the surviving soldiers turned pale.

But just as they were still in shock, the sounds of swords cutting into flesh and screams rang out again from all directions.

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