From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Artorius Vigo, who has been advocating Nilfgaard just now, folded his arms. He is Fringilla's uncle, and he called on the warlocks to take non-resistance measures against Nilfgaard to support his niece to a certain extent. .

"We are fighting against Cintra, but we are only fighting against Cintra." Fringila emphasized, "I know that you are prejudiced against Nilfgaard, but since our Majesty Emhyr took the throne, Everything has changed.

We open up trade, invest in research, and everyone in the northern countries has benefited from it. "

Fringila confidently hallucinated her surroundings. The warlocks behind Artores gave her a friendly smile, and some of the warlocks behind Tissaya lowered their heads. Obviously, these people "beneficiary a lot" Shallow" too.

"We in Nilfgaard are tearing down the wall." Fringila looked at the warlocks on Tishaya's side, "But Queen Calanthe is just building the wall. Do you want to support such a monarch?"

The new emperor of Nilfgaard is indeed transcendent. The "beneficiaries a lot" that Fringila said is not only the warlocks present, but also the king they are loyal to. This is one of the reasons why Nilfgaard has not encountered large-scale resistance so far.

Tishaya asked suddenly: "If Nilfgaard in your mouth is so friendly, why are the warlocks behind you so downcast?

Fringira, you were one of my best students, why are you helping Nilfgaard to treat your fellow slaves like slaves? "

Everyone's eyes focused on the warlocks behind Fringilla. They followed the leading female sorceress at the same pace, and they were dressed in plain clothes. It was in stark contrast to all the other warlocks present.

The headmistress looked at the group of warlocks behind Fringilla, and said: "Resisting Nilfgaard is not only for Sintra, but also to protect the way of life of warlocks, guard our academy, and maintain us for hundreds of years. The order established. These are your Nilfgaards and what you have destroyed."

Fringila shook her head and said, "Their desperation is just compared with the luxurious you, Tishaya. Nilfgaard did not disrupt the order, but only modified it - all along we have only excellent warlocks who have graduated from the academy Afterwards, he was assigned to the kingdom to become a royal advisor, but the other warlocks were neglected or even downcast. Look at them, Tissaya, among them are your students. After they failed to become royal advisors and left the academy, Have you ever looked at them again—"

She opened her hands and took a step back, allowing the warlocks behind her to attract everyone's attention: "We are all from the two magic schools of Arethusa and Ben Rand, and the number of you here far exceeds the number of advisors to the royal family of the Northern Kingdom." , so you must be able to understand what I said.

We, Nilfgaard, have simply blazed a different path, and the accusation of slavery is too harsh. In fact, we are trained in the army like soldiers, and we have given more warlocks a broader stage. "

Triss suddenly retorted at this time: "You have also violated the taboo rules. You study demonology, necromancy and fire magic."

Furingilla shook her head: "Forbidden magic is a ghost story taught to us by this academy. You didn't delve into them at all, so you put them on the shelf."

In fact, she still has something to say. The older generation of magicians all know forbidden magic, but the young warlocks have not learned it after receiving the academy education. So Triss's accusation against her has no lethality at all, and only a new generation of warlocks like herself would care about such things.

This topic was quickly taken lightly by Fringila. She exchanged glances with her uncle, and felt that what she said so far was enough to win the support of the warlocks present and break up the warlocks' fight against Nilfgaard. And the conclave formed:

"I know some people are alarmist, thinking that Nilfgaard is destroying the continent. But only we know that by taking Cintra, we are saving it from the stupid Calanthe.

And the destruction of this country without magic will also make other kings on the mainland realize the importance of magic again! "

The warlocks in the field whispered, and the warlocks who supported Sintra were shaken in large numbers, while other young warlocks who were not royal advisors looked at the warlock troops behind Fringilla, and seemed to be weighing something in their hearts.

"I've heard enough of the boring debates." Artorius and his niece sang together. "Cintra should die. Let's vote."

"Hands up, Warlocks who have decided that Cintra will continue to maintain their self-protective lioness pride."

…………

At night, Arethusa's guest room.

In the daytime vote, Sintra was undisputedly abandoned by the Warlocks. Not only those Warlocks who refused to help Sintra at the beginning, but also several people from the United faction led by Tissaya voted against it. Vote for support.

Fringila was in a good mood at the moment. She dismissed the warlock troops she had brought and told them to return to Sintra first, while she stayed in Arethusa's guest room.

Because according to Emperor Emhyr's order, she needs to contact someone today.

"Nice speech, Fringella."

A voice suddenly sounded behind her, and suddenly there was a ripple in the air on the empty sofa, and a man's figure appeared. At this time, the sofa seemed to realize that there was a person on it, and finally felt a slight deformation of carrying a heavy load.

"It's not polite to appear suddenly in a lady's room, Tishaya will be sad - Vigfortz."

The male sorcerer who argued for Sintra in the conference hall during the day was pouring tea in the room of the Nilfgaardian warlock at the moment, and he let out a long sigh.

At this moment, he still has the look of a warrior who is dedicated to fighting by Tishaya's side during the day. If someone else guesses Wigfortz's age based on his temperament at this time, he will definitely surpass his real age. several times.

"My compliments to you are sincere, Fringilla. I don't know how many warlocks living in poverty will be encouraged by your words to contribute to Emhyr's warlock army. After living, how many people will regret it?"

Fringila said coldly: "The status of magic should transcend all differences. It is precisely for this reason that I chose to serve in Nilfgaard. Those warlocks who live in nowhere can at least get a status that matches their abilities in Nilfgaard. , but they also need to pay the corresponding price.”

Vigfortez shook his head. He didn't serve Emperor Nilfgaard, but cooperated with him. He had known Emhyr when he was an exiled prince, supported and guided him step by step to become the emperor who ruled nearly half of the continent today.

He thus gained the power and wealth of an empire. Now, seeing that he is very close to his goal, he is only one step away.

However, since Emhyr proclaimed himself emperor, that emperor's aura has also begun to diverge towards him, far less obedient than the troubled prince before.

Fringira asked, "So, Emhyr ordered me to connect with you, any news?"

Wigfortz handed over a note: "Some time ago, the king of Sintra disappeared for a while, and I learned through my contacts that he went to Skellige for help - after all, he was once the king of the islands, and now The king was still his brother, so he succeeded.

Now Skellige's support force has set off. This note shows the place where their fleet will pass. I need you to take your troops to stop them. "

Fringilla's expression became serious. If Skellige and Sintra join forces, maybe they can really hinder the pace of the Nilfgaardian army.

"Since you already know the news, why don't you solve it together?" Furingilla dissatisfied, "The strength of the warlock troops is not enough to destroy a fleet, and at most they can create a storm to hinder them."

Vigfortz couldn't help but put on a contemptuous smile, but it quickly disappeared:

"Destroying the power of a fleet may indeed be too difficult, but delaying them for a little time is enough, isn't it? This time difference is enough for you to wipe out Sintra's troops and attack their capital.

And during this period of time, I will study with Tishaya and the others how to resist the invasion of Nilfgaard. After you have destroyed Sintra and attempted to continue marching, the Brotherhood of Warlocks will definitely take corresponding measures. It is impossible for me, as a member of the Wizarding Society, to not be present at this time. "

Fringila sneered: "How many people from the Wizarding Council and the High Council of Warlocks are present today?"

Vigfortez began to smile contemptuously again, and said: "Emhyr also gave me a task, after you capture the princess Sirila of Cintra, you continue to lead the troops to occupy the whole territory of Cintra , and I will bring her to Emhyr."

Fringilla frowned, stared into Vigfortez's eyes and said, "Didn't you say that you want to discuss countermeasures with the Brotherhood?"

Vigfortz explained calmly: "It's just that I'm not free when the fleet passes by that location. And Emhyr hopes to get Sirila as soon as possible. You can't open the portal at this distance, can you?"

Fringila glanced at him suspiciously, and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

Wigfortz then added: "In addition to Sirila, there is also a member of the royal family in Cintra named Lane, Lane Lannister Ray Allen, you also capture it together, just treat it as It is my personal request."

Fringira refused, "Emhyr didn't give me that order."

After she finished speaking, she added with a strange attitude: "I don't know what is the reason for your weird collection of the Cintra royal family, but even if I agree, I can't capture Lane from Cintra for you." ..."

Vigfortz looked at Fringella with puzzled eyes.

"Because Lane of Cintra is dead, dead in Beauclair."

The evening wind blew, the gauze curtain was raised, and a person quietly appeared in the empty space.

Vigfortz went back to his room and watched the tide ebb and flow on the coast outside the academy.

His demeanor and polite expression gradually faded from his face, and the fierceness and ferocity in his eyes began to burst out little by little:

"... What a waste!"

"The blood of the ancients... I should have caught you here earlier... If it wasn't for my experiment, it wasn't complete yet."

"That is to say... now only Cirila is left..."