Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1457 1429. The resilience of the old wizard

Gascoin brought the news that the workshop area was safe and sound.

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

Berengar and Gerd had just experienced the attack and did not dare to leave, so they asked Gascoin to come over to say hello and report safety.

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

The flies and dogs in the dark dare not be put in the sun. Because once they are caught, it is not a joke.

No one knows the extent of the warlocks' losses yet, but as long as they still have a huge influence, then after what happened last night, no one wants to run into the gun at this time.

In fact, the warlocks' losses are not big at all.

Thanks to Lan En's summoning of powerful helpers last night, he had prepared in advance and completed the elimination of the ship of Squirrel Party with super high efficiency.

Although the archmages seemed to want to blow the entire Thaned Island apart when they fought, the Squirrel Party was the most effective in killing the warlock group.

Ordinary wizards were not proficient in fighting, and they were often killed in a single encounter with the Squirrel Party who only wanted to kill people.

The archmages, on the other hand, had their own opponents to contain them, and had no time to kill others on a large scale.

If the Squirrel Party died a little slower, then more people would have died in the wizard gathering in Aretuza.

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

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

They were just scared.

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

The political status and independence they had obtained as a group in the northern countries were also foreseeably weakened or even disappeared due to the collapse of the group.

Before last night, the wizards were wise men who stood behind the king to provide advice and stop 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 En also shook his head.

Now, whether it is the new generation of wizards who like to enjoy fame and fortune, or the old generation of wizards who want to maintain independence and continue to develop magic technology, they have all been hit.

Not long after, Mattie poked her head out of the laboratory, she waved tiredly at Lan En, and the demon hunter walked over.

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

"I'll see him." Before Mattie finished speaking, Lan En nodded and agreed.

After entering the laboratory, it was indeed as Mattie said.

Dishaya sat behind her desk in a daze, not showing her usual dignity and calmness at all, and Margarita was beside her with a stern face.

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

Triss was pouring the potion into the mouth of the unconscious Geralt.

Gedimitis was lying on a temporary operating table.

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

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

Apparently, the magic power on this wound alone was already very strong.

In order to save Gedimitis, Marty used the high-end inventory of Eritusari without any regrets.

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

Gedimitis's voice was dry and hoarse, unlike his usual energy.

"Hehe, Joffrey Monk himself had a dozen genie jars, but he didn't use them as easily as he did."

The old wizard laughed at himself and talked about his negligence.

"That's because Joffrey Monk is strong enough." Lan also whispered to comfort him, "The genie is just his plaything, and the wish is more like his collection. Vigfortz really uses the wish as a tool."

To crack the wish, there is no way except to use high-level and deep power to offset it.

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

Of course, if he can kill everyone present directly, the Djinn will not refuse.

When the wizard uses the wishing spell in battle, it is more like fighting with the enemy while competing with the Djinn in wits and courage, which is far from being as invincible as ordinary people imagine.

"Alas, no matter what." The old wizard sighed deeply, "The Warlock Brotherhood is dead in name only."

Back then, the strongest first-generation wizards of mankind had used their iron fists to build up the wizards' united organization, but now it has 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, the wizards fighting alone have no resistance and voice in the face of secular monarchy.

The wizards and kings have been in a hidden tug-of-war for more than 500 years since the beginning of the landing of the northern humans, and now it seems that the winner is about to be decided.

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

"But you don't look like you are 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?"

"The matter is not over until the person dies."

"The Warlock Brotherhood is dead in name only, but I heard that..."

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

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"You have a new idea, and it has been implemented in Aedirn? For racial equality."

Lan En leaned down and put his head close to the old wizard. The two of them lowered their voices to the level of whispering: "Well-informed, Gedimitis."

"Before, when the Warlock Brotherhood was still there." 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 our own feet."

"Sakia Sass, a big blonde beauty, you can contact her first." Lan En patted the old wizard's hand, "To be honest, I admire your courage a little bit."

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

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

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

The words were not finished, but the meaning of Gedimitis was already very clear.

The old wizard turned his head with great effort and looked at Tishaya who was in a state of disarray behind the desk.

Lan En did not say anything more, but just frowned at Tishaya.

The treatment is still in progress, and the pressure is not too great.

The wizards will recover soon, but the trust and confidence in the Brotherhood of Warlocks has gone with the rebellion.

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In a castle in the south of the continent, the sudden change in air pressure accompanied by the opening of the portal caused the air to swell endlessly.

A body with uneven left and right shapes was ejected from the portal like a struggling dead dog.

With a 'crackling' sound like rotten meat falling on the floor, it rolled to the ground.

Vigfortz, with his clothes burnt and stuck to his skin, took a deep breath after a long time as if he was alive.

"Hah!"

His throat was like a leaky bellows, and even his breathing was accompanied by the noise of his lungs.

A quarter of his body was cut vertically, and this horrible huge wound was enough to sentence him to death.

No, perhaps the death penalty would be a little easier.

But facing the pain that made his life worse than death, Vigfortz just groaned and screamed, but had no intention of giving up.

He used his only remaining left hand and intact left leg to pull his body on the ground, and crawled fiercely and resolutely towards a place deep in the castle.

The huge wound on the ground where Vigfortz was cut vertically was stained with dust and turned into blood mud on his body and face.

But the wizard's eyes were still filled with cold persistence.

The dissected human body was wriggling on the ground like a maggot. Under the dim light, the scene was filled with a kind of gruesome horror.

"Swoosh~"

However, a melodious whistle that matched the atmosphere very well sounded from the shadow of the castle's light, as if it came from a very far away place.

But the dark place under the light was clearly just a corner where even a person couldn't stand.

Cheap boots stepped on the footsteps with a relaxed and happy pace, approaching along with the footsteps.

"Wiggoforts, Wiggoforts"

The owner of the whistle repeated the name of the wizard on the ground playfully, and leisurely and very slowly kept pace with the wizard crawling on the ground in pain.