Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1454 1426. Dawn

When Geralt regained consciousness, he saw that his chest and abdomen were full of blood, and his nose was almost blocked by the blood scab and he couldn't breathe. His ears were also blocked by the blood scab and he couldn't hear anything. The sound was muffled.

This is a good sign, at least it means that he will not bleed to death from his nose, mouth, or ears because of a head injury.

He looked at his legs. One of them was bent at a weird angle, and it looked much shorter than the other. No, it didn't 'look', half of his soles had indeed become a piece of meat, hanging on the bones. .

But he felt no pain, as if the body belonged to someone else and he was just a dazed bystander.

His whole body was cold, numb and unfamiliar, making him want to vomit.

"Are you awake? Good."

Lan En's voice came from behind him, and he realized now that he seemed to be being dragged away.

This young but capable friend made Geralt feel a little calmer.

They had only known each other for a few years, but for some reason, this young man made him feel at ease.

"Don't be alarmed about your injury. I just pulled you out of the collapse of a large stone tower. You're lucky to have lost half of your foot."

Although Geralt was in a downhill position where the shock wave was less threatening, the falling rocks still hurt him.

"Keep it up, Geralt." Lan En continued, "You won't be disabled. If your whole leg is gone, I can make a new one for you, don't worry."

"H-Hiri."

"Stop talking, Geralt."

"Yennefer I must."

"You don't have to do anything! You can't do anything now! Stop talking!"

Lann dragged him across the corpse-strewn floor, where Geralt felt much more comfortable.

He wasn't comfortable with the many corpses here, and he wasn't a murderous person.

It was just that the blood from these corpses moistened the marble floor, making it feel smooth and stable when he was being dragged.

"Great!" Margarita's voice sounded, and she ran to Lan En quickly, "You're okay! Phew~"

She let out a breath, but then caught it again.

"Geralt? How could he be so injured? Where is Yennefer? Where is Ciri? Triss, come and take a look!"

A barrage of questions came out of Margarita's mouth, and then she turned to call Tris, who looked pale.

Triss, whose red hair was scattered and looked weak and embarrassed, also looked at Lan En's appearance first, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal about him, she quickly knelt on the ground and leaned down to see Geralt's condition.

"Of course I'm fine." Lan En shook his head first, "But let me relax, you are fine too."

"certainly."

Margarita had an ugly face, but she showed a somewhat forced and confident smile when facing Lan En.

She raised the thing in her hand.

It was a hunter's pistol that Lan En gave her originally, and a threaded cane that had deformed and expanded.

The threaded cane floated under the influence of magic, so when it was unfolded, the force that felt like a wildly shrinking steel tape did not need to be held in Margarita's hand.

She uses magic to control this transforming weapon from Yanyanan, so she does not need to learn how to use this unique and dangerous weapon.

More important is the hunter's musket.

Although the attacks from the warlocks who can come here for meetings are at least like cannonballs.

However, warlocks are not good at fighting. As long as they are not concentrated enough and are disturbed, they dare not use chaos magic easily. This shortcoming does not apply to hunter pistols.

The offensive and defensive capabilities of high-level warlocks when prepared are certainly not comparable to a hunter's pistol.

But the key is that this thing really doesn't require much concentration to use, and it launches suddenly.

In the civil war among warlocks, Margarita is already the most powerful group, and with the Hunter Pistol, she is much more flexible.

"But my academy." Margarita looked around with a sullen face, her face solemn and angry, "Francesca! That Bitch ran away! She left these Scoia'tael who came for her without any hesitation!"

"Why did Tor Laura's portal suddenly explode out of control? But that's fine, thanks to it exploding, the remaining warlocks immediately used teleportation to escape back to their hometowns. These Scoia'tael were unable to kill more wizards."

"It's thanks to us that we cleared out all the students and vacated rooms before, otherwise this night"

Speaking of this, Margarita's face was full of fear.

The Scoia'tael were originally here to inflict further damage on the northern wizards.

But now that the portal can be opened, those warlocks who are not good at fighting, those who are injured and frightened, and those easy-to-kill warlocks immediately escape.

As for the warlocks who stayed in the academy, there were basically guys who the Scoia'tael, a small group of light troops, wouldn't dare to mess with after they were well prepared.

So the Scoia'tael on the island were basically wiped out.

"He needs treatment!"

Triss found the small coat of arms that Lan had stuffed into Geralt's collar. It was the [Early Recovery Stone] on it. Its abundant and long-lasting vitality always hung Geralt's life. The red-haired sorceress said seriously. "His injuries won't get any worse. I'm about to take him there. Where is Mattie? I remembered she was saving a wizard before." Lan En said methodically. "And Gdymitis, how is he?"

"Gedimitis? Who can hurt him?!" Margarita and Triss immediately exclaimed with wide eyes.

Obviously, Xenide Island is in chaos, and no one knows anyone's situation.

"I can't just explain it to someone when I meet her," Lan En said with a frown, "Where is Tissaya? You should be able to feel her huge power."

"She's over there." Margarita lost her sight for a moment, then pointed in the direction below Thanede Island.

"Ciri Yennefer."

Geralt was still mumbling in his daze, and even wanted to hold up his upper body.

Triss suddenly became at a loss.

Lan En lifted the collar of Geralt's neck, gently kicked his hand away from the ground, and tilted his head at the sorceresses.

"Let him sleep first."

Even if two sorceresses had just experienced a battle, it was still easy for them to hypnotize a seriously injured demon hunter.

Geralt fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at his persistent and painful friend, Lan En was not too worried about the little girl's safety, but he was not sure about Yennefer's current situation.

He had seen Ciri grow up with his own eyes, so although he was often a little worried about the mouse-grey haired little princess, he was more worried that she would get into trouble, rather than paying too much attention to personal safety.

Lan En still couldn't see clearly the context of the power of time, but since the Ciri he saw was already a big girl, she shouldn't have had any trouble before she reached the age when they met.

Lan En also vaguely guessed at the power of Xili.

Perhaps Vilgefortz would rather use Dijing's wish-making technique to remove obstacles on the way forward, but not directly wish for the reason why Ciri will be in his hands.

Perhaps apart from the difficulty in carefully regulating the words of the wish-making technique for a while, it is Di Jing's wish-making technique. Maybe there is really nothing that can be done against Ciri.

Lan En's [Body Light], this high-level power that goes deep enough into one's essence, cannot be penetrated by the wishing spell for a while. Finally, in that momentary gap, Lan En seized the opportunity to fight violently!

And that kind of power that can travel through time and space is not something that is too superficial no matter how you think about it.

Di Jing's wish-making spell didn't work on her, which didn't surprise Lan En either.

But thinking about it this way, Wilgefortz's persistence towards Ciri made Lan feel even more uncomfortable.

In order to find Ciri, the wizard who provoked the entire night of betrayal almost cast out the wishing spell without hesitation or hesitation!

People like Wige Fortes always have to measure the benefits whenever they pay.

Lan can express his unwavering hostility towards Nilfgaard just for the sake of his own spirit and anger. But Wilgefortz was not that kind of person.

If he paid for the wishing spell in order to get Ciri, it must be because the benefits of getting Ciri were greater to him than the wishing spell that he said twice.

What kind of reward does he desire from Ciri?

Capturing the girl alive to Emperor Emhyr? In exchange for the Northern Kingdom, the position of governor of the northern province of the Nilfgaard Empire in the future?

Or is it a transcendent status in the vast territory of the Nilfgaardian Empire in the future?

No, in Lan En's opinion, these things are not worth paying for two wishing spells.

A mediocre person lacks ability, and may not be able to turn his limited wish-making skills into ideas to achieve a superior life.

Without insight, careful thinking and planning, they don’t even know how to maximize their benefits when making wishes.

But for a person like Vilgefortz, if he holds two wishing spells in his hand and activates them at a critical moment, the Nilfgaard Empire may be his!

But he did not hesitate to use it in the process of chasing Xili.

The intoxicating power and wealth are nothing in front of the wish-making technique, and the wish-making technique turns into a cheap item that can be consumed decisively in front of Ciri.

Wilgefortz must be pursuing something unparalleled and precious—the power that relates to time and space!

It was precisely because before, Vigefortz used the second wishing spell on himself without hesitation.

So Lan En and Mentos immediately made a logical deduction at that moment, which finally led to this answer.

Mortals, nobles, and kings. People who seemed noble and far-sighted only saw the Cintra royal bloodline, titles, and legal claims of inheritance in the girl.

But the power involved in the girl itself is a thousand times more precious than any power struggle among mortal creatures! Ten thousand times!

But Lan En didn't know that it was because he saw Xili who traveled through time and space appear in front of him and even kissed him. That’s why I realized this.

But ordinary people, even ancient wizards like Gedimitis, are still in the stage of philosophical speculation as to whether the power of time and space actually exists.

Why would Vilgefortz know the existence of this power and be convinced that this power is in Ciri?

But thinking of this, Lan En shook his head.

The Seagull Tower had collapsed into a pile of ruins, and Vilgefortz was almost split into two pieces by himself. With such an injury, he should not be able to escape through the portal by himself.

But if the last wishing spell is used, the released Di Jing will definitely kill the seriously injured prisoner with his own hands the next second after sending him away.

There was a greater possibility that he would die directly from the blast wave due to serious injuries.

No matter how you think about it, this young and promising warlock should be dead.

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