mesbooks Chapter 1457: 1429The resilience of the old wizard
Chapter 1457: 1429The resilience of the old wizard
Chapter 1457 1429. The resilience of the old wizard
Gascoigne brought news that the workshop area was safe.
Only a few factory buildings were burned last night, and there was no loss of personnel.
Berengar and Gede had just experienced the attack and did not dare to leave, so they asked Gascoigne to say hello and report that they were safe.
It was already daybreak, and Gos Velen's city defense troops began to become active. They began to protect the workshop area and the bridge outside the gate of Arethusa as if their buttocks were on fire.
The flies and dogs in the dark night dare not be placed in the sun. Because once you get caught, it's no joke.
No one knows the extent of the warlocks' losses yet, but as long as they still have huge influence, after what happened last night, no one wants to get into trouble at this time.
In fact, the losses suffered by the warlocks were not huge at all.
However, a melodious whistle that matched the atmosphere very well sounded melodiously from the shadow of the castle light, as if coming from a very far away place.
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Inside the wide open pajamas, a hideous incision had just been sewn up. As soon as he got close to him, the roaring bear head necklace around Lan En's neck started to bounce.
The words were not exhausted, but Gdymitis's meaning was already expressed clearly.
Of course, if he could directly kill everyone present, Di Jing would not refuse.
He used his remaining left hand and non-disabled left leg to pupate his body on the ground, and crawled fiercely and resolutely towards somewhere deep in the castle.
His throat was like a leaky bellows, and even his breathing was accompanied by lung noise.
But there was still only cold persistence in the wizard's eyes.
Although there is no statistics on the death toll until now, judging from Lan En's journey through the entire Thaned Island from beginning to end.
Thanks to the powerful helpers Lan En had summoned last night, and the preparations he had made in advance, he completed the elimination of that ship of Scoia'tael with extremely high efficiency.
But after last night, I'm afraid just being a yes man is considered a blessing.
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Wizards and kings have been in a hidden tug-of-war for more than five hundred years since the beginning of human landing in the north. At this point, the winner is about to be decided.
Gedemitis was lying on a temporary operating table.
The old wizard turned his head with great effort and looked at the lost Tishaya behind the desk.
A quarter of the entire body was cut off vertically. Such a terrifying huge wound was enough to be sentenced to death.
If those Scoia'tael died a little slower, then not just that many people would die in the wizard gathering in Arethusa.
"The matter is not over until the person dies."
The wizards would soon recover, but the trust and confidence in the Warlock Brotherhood had been lost forever with the rebellion. —In a castle in the south of the continent, sudden changes in air pressure caused the air to bulge endlessly with the opening of the portal.
"That's because Joffrey Monk himself is strong enough." Lan also comforted in a low voice, "The Dijing is just his plaything, and the wishing spell is more like his collection. Wige Fortz is really Make a wish as a tool."
"You have a new idea, in Aedirn, and you've already started implementing it? For racial equality."
Lan En leaned down and put his head close to the old wizard. The two of them invariably lowered their voices to whispers: "You are well-informed, Gedimitis."
In order to save Gedimitis, Mattie didn't feel any pain at all when using Aritusari's high-end inventory.
The dissected human body was squirming like maggots on the ground. Under the dim light, this scene had a sense of eeriness and horror.
Not long after, Mattie poked her head out of the laboratory. She waved tiredly to Lan En, and the witcher walked over.
"Saskia 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 kind of admire your determination."
When a mage uses the wishing technique in battle, it is more like fighting the enemy while competing with the Di Jing in a battle of wits and courage. It is far from being as invincible as ordinary people imagine.
"But I can only have confidence in my own resilience, but Tissaya. She has a serious personality, even a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she has never suffered such a big setback, Lan. I am very worried."
What happened last night has filled the wizards with suspicion and fear. Under such circumstances, no organization can stay together.
"Heartbroken?" 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 heartbroken?"
Gedemitis tilted his head and looked at the witcher standing by his window.
"In the past, when the Warlock Brotherhood was still there." The old wizard said calmly, "We and the kings of the northern kingdoms still had to maintain some dignity. Now we have to find a collaborator who can stand up."
After walking into the laboratory, it was indeed what Mattie said.
Before last night, wizards were the wise men who stood behind the king, offering advice and stemming impulses.
Perhaps those ordinary wizards who were having fun in Aretuza's banquet hall or dormitory and didn't even know how the rebellion started died less than the archmages who held meetings in Gastang Palace.
"But you don't look like you're heartbroken, Gedemitis."
The old wizard laughed to himself about his carelessness.
Triss was pouring the potion into the unconscious Geralt's mouth.
Although at the same time, whether the entire north can still exist under Nilfgaard's iron heel is a question.
"Hey~"
With his clothes that had been burnt and stuck to his skin, Wilgefortz suddenly seemed to come to life after a long time and took a deep breath.
"Hey, no matter what." The old mage let out a deep sigh, "The Brotherhood of Warlocks has ceased to exist in name only." At that time, the strongest wizards in mankind's first generation of wizards held the wizards' union with an iron fist, but now it collapsed due to internal fighting.
Obviously, the current dean has never thought that the teacher who never makes mistakes or panics in her eyes will one day need her care, so she is a little overwhelmed.
Unlike the previous energetic ones, Gedimitis's voice was dry and hoarse.
But the dark place where the light shines is clearly just a corner where no one can stand.
Cheap boots walked with a light and cheerful pace, approaching with the sound of footsteps.
"Wigefortz, Wigefortz"
The owner of the whistle playfully repeated the name of the wizard on the ground, and used very slow steps to keep pace with the wizard crawling painfully on the ground.