Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1455 1427. Tishaya

The whole of Aretusa has become a mess, and the sudden outbreak of violence has made no one care about others.

The traitor wizards have been planning for a long time, and the wizards outside them can only respond to the situation.

Margarita and Triss fought with Francesca and Fecat when the questioning in Gastang Palace ended and the rebellion broke out.

At that time, the forbidden magic circle had been crushed by Vigofortz's huge magic power, and everyone could cast spells at will.

So a pure-blooded elf and the current dean of Aretusa started a magic battle almost instantly!

The former friendship and friendship, and even sympathy for the situation of non-human races, were no longer taken care of in the violence and conspiracy.

Francesca is a warlock of the same generation as Tishaya, or even older.

The lifespan of pure-blooded elves is extraordinary.

But even if the traitors took the lead, Margarita, who had been on guard for a long time, still raised her hand and shot.

The sudden and unexpected non-magical attack hit Francesca's shoulder, and was only a few inches away from killing her at the moment of the battle!

Later, due to the injury, this "most beautiful woman in the world" could only cooperate with Fecat, barely holding back Margarita and Triss, and finally escaped in embarrassment.

But even if it was just a delay, the traces of their spells almost shattered a reef cliff outside the Gastang Palace.

Triss and Margarita didn't know where Mattie Soderlund, who specialized in medical spells, was, but Lan En knew it in his heart.

He dragged Geralt directly to the crystal cultivation laboratory.

Only here can Gedimitis, whose heart was cut open, be saved.

When Lan En arrived here, it was as expected.

The door that was originally opened and blocked by him had been opened with the correct method, and several injured warlocks were lying in a mess inside, bleeding and screaming.

On the desk in the laboratory, Gedimitis, whose nightgown was soaked in blood and whose arms were completely open, lay there like a corpse.

The equipment in the crystal culture laboratory was running at maximum power.

A new heart was gradually constructed from the transparent culture medium at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.

And Mattie Soderenger, she was even wearing the dress she wore at the dinner party.

The kind of gauze that could show every inch of her body was now stuck to her body by blood, and even the body curves of the sorceress could not attract people's attention under these cruel blood-red marks.

Mattie was using her magic to replace Gedimitis' lost heart and pump blood all over his body, and her hand could not be pulled away for a moment.

"New wounded? What's going on outside?"

"The rebellion is over. Now we just need to deal with the aftermath. You can rest assured to treat them here. How is Gedimitis now?"

"I can keep him alive as long as there is nothing wrong with his heart."

After Lann spoke, the sorceress turned around in surprise. When she really saw this tall and majestic body, she was relieved.

Although they had only met a few times, this person and this strong and reliable body could bring people a sense of security when they were in the same camp.

"This is." Marty saw Geralt being dragged by Lann, "Yennefer's lover?"

"To be precise," Lann also placed Geralt in the laboratory, "a lover. They are together not just because they want to have sex."

"Yennefer, Shiri" Geralt kept repeating the two names even when he was asleep.

Marty sighed almost jealously: "Yes, it looks like they are lovers. He has a head injury. Has he vomited?"

Lan pointed to the traces of vomit and blood mixed in Geralt's stomach.

Marty nodded: "Very good, it looks like a mild concussion. If the technology here is applied to that leg, it should be fine. It's just that it will be more troublesome to rest."

"Rest." Lan nodded, "I know a place that is very suitable for him to rest, but now his injuries are left to you."

After sending Geralt to Marty for treatment, Lan went down all the way to the location close to the Loshar Palace on the island of Thannid.

This is the direction of Tissaya that Margarita pointed to just now.

He heard a roar.

Ms. Tissaya de Vries, who has always been exquisite and rigid, is now standing on the corner of a ruined tower.

She raised her hands, and flames leaped in her palms. When she chanted the spell, the voice was no longer steady and clear, but almost screaming.

A dazzling, expanding fireball roared downward.

The fireball that flew out of Tishaya's hand seemed to be enough to knock down a city wall!

"Boom!!!"

She really knocked down a city wall.

Lan En heard the sound of the city wall collapsing, as well as screams and hasty retreats.

"Go back!" Tishaya shouted rudely downward with anger that Lan En had never seen before, "No one invites the kings' lackeys here! The kings you obey are all short-sighted fools!"

A timid voice of negotiation came from below: "Dear Ms. Tishaya, we, we just want to go in and help! The north has lost too many warlocks overnight, we can help clean up the ruins and treat the wounded!"

"Gos Velen's municipal staff are here too! We have no disrespect or malice towards the warlocks, we just want to help"

"I said, get out!"

The flames expanded again, burning the air with a muffled sound.

"Stop, Tissaya!" Lan En quickly approached and shouted at the same time, "Don't continue, the rebellion is over! You can only call those people a massacre!"

"Shut up, Lan!"

Tissaya screamed.

"The civil strife that destroyed the unity of wizards is over, and this island is still ruled by wizards! Kings have no business intervening in conflicts between wizards, this is our internal matter! We will resolve this stupid dispute and move on, because The wizard carries the fate of the world on his shoulders!"

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Seeing the fireball in Tisaya's hand, she was about to blast it out in her agitated mind.

Lan En's sonorous footsteps suddenly sank!

There was a rapid "swish" sound! His body seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke.

[Acceleration Technique] instantly shortened the distance between him and Tissaya.

Easily, Lan grabbed both Tissaya's wrists with one hand and controlled the spell-casting gesture.

The still-burning flame was pressed onto his armor without changing his expression, and [Smaug] endured it completely.

The other hand covered Tissaya's mouth to prevent her from reciting the spell.

This simple and crude method is often used by warriors to control some ordinary mages in unexpected situations.

Tissaya is certainly not an ordinary mage. In addition to gestures and spells, she can cast magic just by thinking.

But Lan En only used this simple method to control Tissaya and forced her into his arms.

Tissaya was struggling, even letting out a muffled curse when Lan En covered her mouth.

But she was already held down by Lan En, and there was no way she could break free.

"It's over, Tissaya, it's over"

Lan En whispered, comforting the sorceress.

And Tisaya's yelling and struggling became less and less intense. Gradually, she started to become weak and relaxed, just like a powder keg that was about to explode at a moment's notice.

Leaning on Lan En who was imprisoning her.

Only when Tissaya showed no signs of getting emotional anymore did Lan loosen his grip on her body.

Only then did Lan En see what Tissaya looked like now.

The sorceress who once couldn't stand even a single hair straying, her hair was disheveled and her face was stained with burning black ash.

The complicated robes were awkwardly tangled together, messy and dirty.

She lowered her head, as if she didn't want others to see her current appearance.

But she had no intention of tidying up her appearance at all. It was clear that she could make her whole body look brand new with just a snap of her fingers. A feeling of despair and complete indifference.

"Philippa Earhart has escaped, flapping her owl wings and fleeing. As one of the masterminds of last night's vicious plot, she is undoubtedly a sinner, a sinner of wizards."

"But what about me, Lan?"

As she spoke, Tissaya raised her face with a self-deprecating smile.

"My prejudice, or insight, towards Philippa caused us to be suspicious of each other last night. I am obsessed with the independent status of the warlocks, but I lost it last night because of this persistence ”

The self-mockery in her smile became more intense: "You know? If Vilgefortz entered the Gastang Palace one second later, even for one second at night, Gedimitis and I would have to take action ourselves to kill those traitors. The magic-blocking golden handcuffs were opened."

"Because both of us are convinced that this is a conspiracy organized by Philippa to eliminate dissidents. If the captured warlocks cannot escape, they may be executed. In the end, they want to execute others."

"I haven't cut the blood vessels on my wrist yet, just because I still have a fig leaf in my heart: I haven't let go of those traitors with my own hands, right?"

Lan En just nodded, and he gently hugged Tissaya, who seemed to be so soft that she had no bones.

"It has passed. From your perspective, you have made reasonable inferences and actions."