Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 659 661. Loss of control Teleportation

The black mist of negative energy is dissipating rapidly.

And Fringilla Weige, who was behind the black mist, was struggling to dig at her feet that had been crushed by the soil.

At this time, unlike most warlocks in the south, this sorceress who dressed herself up carefully had her hands covered with dirt, her well-groomed manicure turned outwards from digging in the dirt, and cold sweat flowed down her forehead like water. I messed up my eyeshadow and face cream.

And in the black mist that was about to completely disappear, a long knife shining with warm golden light flew out with a whoosh.

The blade of the long knife penetrated Fringilla's right shoulder like a hot knife cutting through butter, pinning her to the ground.

The sorceress gritted her teeth and groaned like she was about to die. The veins on her temples bulged high.

But she didn't dare to move at all.

As a divine weapon, the Lake Lady's Sword is too sharp.

Logically speaking, if Fringilla's current position were to sway a little, the weapon that impaled her would loosen from the ground.

Because the current ground has turned into blood mud, there is really no good fixation effect.

But the sharpness of the Lake Lady's Sword made Fringilla feel that even if it shook slightly, the blade would enlarge the wound on her bones and muscles like cutting through the air.

But even so, Fringilla trembled uncontrollably when the figure approached, and her body instinctively shrank back.

"War makes everyone miserable. Isn't that right, ma'am?"

Lan En came from a distance, talking as he walked.

"Now you have broken legs and a penetrating injury to your right arm. It's basically impossible to cast a spell, so don't resist and wait to be captured."

"After this battle is over, your status within Nilfgaard should rise. You don't have to worry about your emperor abandoning you. I'll give you gauze and hold the wound."

Lan En put the sorceress's hand on her right shoulder, which was dumbfounded by her approach, and then grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out without stopping.

"Uh-huh!"

This time Fringilla finally couldn't hold herself any longer due to the sudden severe pain, her face twisted and she screamed in pain.

"wait"

Fringilla shouted for a while, but Lan immediately walked towards the direction of Triss and Yennefer after drawing the sword.

In total, including the time he spent talking, he only stayed by Fringilla's side for less than three seconds.

The reason why he was in such a hurry was because Lan En didn't care much about this southern sorceress.

After all, he didn't know that the sorceress was a distant relative of the Emperor of Nilfgaard and a close relative of the Duchess of Toussaint. Blood ties were more important than her status as a caster.

Secondly, it's because Triss's situation doesn't really look good.

Her exposed skin began to burst into small flames.

It was obviously different from the flames normally created by mages using magic. These flames were causing Triss intense pain without distinguishing between friend and foe.

"Hey! Hey! Triss! Are you okay?"

Lan En's hand supported Triss's shoulder. The performance of the Grandmaster Bear School armor made him not too afraid of these flames.

The lost Triss was brought back to consciousness by Lan En calling: "Lan En, is that you?"

She gritted her teeth as she spoke, sounding in pain.

"War. Yes! How is the war going? How long have I been fooling you just now?"

"You don't have to worry about this. The Nilfgaardian warlocks have basically been dealt with. The Northern Alliance has won, and all that's left is to clean up the battlefield."

Is it handled?

Who ‘handled’ it?

Triss's sense of responsibility just wanted her to ask, but another round of physical changes left her screaming.

Now, not only were the flames on her skin not suppressed by Triss's recovery, but her clothes began to burn!

Seeing that Triss was in so much pain that she couldn't speak at all and could only scream. Lan En had no idea what was going on.

He could only find Yennefer who was lying on the ground shivering because of his blindness.

Although he didn't know the sorceress, she obviously had a good relationship with Triss, which was easy to see.

"Madam, what's going on with Triss now?"

But Yennefer just curled up at this moment, resisting Lan En's gentle touch of greeting. The fear of suddenly going blind, or on a dangerous and bloody battlefield, is beyond words.

"Don't touch me! Who are you? Don't touch me! Get out of here!"

Yennefer's struggle was fierce, and as a last resort, Lan En could only use the [Yaxi Seal] to try to calm her spirit.

Logically speaking, it would be very difficult for a demon hunter's seal to be effective against a warlock.

It was the same this time, Lan En's seal was even dispersed by the magic power that Yennefer did not control intentionally.

But the sorceress seemed to sense something from the fluctuations of this seal. She suddenly calmed down, as if she felt a little safer: "Are you a demon hunter? The seal just now was for comfort [Yaxi]?"

Is this sorceress related to the witcher?

Lan En's mind habitually analyzed and came to a conclusion.

But soon, he put down this analysis.

"Yes, but no time for that now, ma'am! Triss needs help!"

Lan En described Triss's current situation to Yennefer, while Triss herself screamed.

The experienced sorceress thought for a moment with her chaotic mind, and then exclaimed: "Her magic is out of control! This is spontaneous combustion!"

Now Triss, her iconic burgundy hair began to burn, and all the clothes on her body were burned away.

The whole body was curled up naked on the ground.

Lan En asked calmly: "What should we do now? How to help her? It's very difficult to lose control of the magic power."

"There is nothing we can do now! Either wait until her magic power burns out on her own, or find a few well-prepared archmages to help her suppress it."

"Can't you do it?"

"It's okay in normal times, but now..." Yennefer wiped her eyes fiercely, looking as if she wanted to dig out her eyeballs to see clearly.

Due to her sudden blindness, she had problems with her body's balance.

Suppressing another archmage's magic? It's like telling a bad joke.

Yennefer was unreliable, but she finally figured out the situation for herself.

Based on the information, Mentos began to quickly sort out and formulate plans.

Lan En simultaneously revised the established plan, and finally, a decision was passed with high feasibility.

The witcher came to Triss, who was curled up and screaming. Her hair had been burned off.

"Listen carefully, Triss. Your magic power is out of control now. We need to use up your magic power, otherwise we will let you burn on your own. I think you will be blown into the wind."

Lan En's tone was calm and rational, almost seeming inhumane amidst Triss's screams. But there is no doubt that this is the best mental state when dealing with emergencies.

Although Triss was suffering from the burning pain, she still nodded reluctantly to show that she heard.

"My knife can cut the magic power, and in order to consume part of the magic power inside your body, I will chop you once later. I will control it very well, and you will not be hurt too seriously."

"The flame will definitely weaken after that, but this is not enough. You have to drain yourself to release the magic power. You decide how to do it."

There was no time to delay any longer. After Lan En finished speaking, he immediately drew the Lake Lady's Sword.

The erected pupils in his eye sockets shrank erratically, and his [spiritual vision] vision observed the flow of magic power in Triss's body.

The level of swordsmanship is frighteningly precise and stable, and he has grasped the changes in that moment.

With a "pop" sound, the blade of the Lake Lady's Sword pierced the lower left side of Triss's chest.

This was the result of Lan En's double consideration of the size of his magic flow and the severity of his injuries.

As he expected, the amount of bleeding was not much, but the layer of flames surrounding Triss's body suddenly became much thinner.

The only thing left is to look at Triss herself.

"Touch. Touch me."

Between the painful screams, feeble murmurs reached Lan En's ears.

He didn't have time to think too much, he immediately took off his armor gloves and held Triss's still burning palm.

The sorceress's originally miserable expression suddenly improved, as if the burning pain was diluted by other feelings.

Lan En nodded. Although he didn't know the principle, the pain relieved should help the casting go smoothly.

Then, a portal suddenly opened.

In Lan En's shocked eyes, he swallowed him and Triss together.

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