"Damn..."

While cursing, he put on the crooked black helmet and shook his dizzy head. Then he put his hands on the ground and tried his best to crawl out from the lush grass.

Before he could pull out the long sword from his waist, the sight in front of him made his eyes freeze and he showed a surprised expression:

On a not-so-wide road, a black-haired man wearing gray clothes with the Redanian eagle emblem printed on his chest, holding a long sword, marched forward to meet the elf team of more than ten people.

However, he did not go to die, but to kill!

The precise archery skills of the elves were eclipsed by their vigorous evasive movements and terrifying reaction speed.

The sharp arrows shot one after another were all dodged or blocked by the black-haired man, without exception!

As the distance got closer, the elves retracted their bows and arrows, drew out their swords, and swarmed forward.

Upon seeing this, there seemed to be no trace of fear or panic on the black-haired man's face, and he still maintained a terrifyingly calm expression.

Moreover, Cassirer dared to swear to the Nilfgaardian Emperor, the "white flame dancing on the enemy's grave", that he also saw the upturned corners of the black-haired man's mouth!

He is actually laughing!!!

The Scoia'tael, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, originally thought that this guy who overestimated his capabilities would be hacked to death with random swords and his body would be dismembered.

However, it wasn't until the extremely sharp sword blade easily scratched the neck of one of the elves that they realized how terrifying the black-haired man in front of them was!

This is simply a ruthless black-haired demon who kills with all his heart!

Just over ten seconds later, the situation changed dramatically.

The larger Scoia'tael party used their long swords, bows and arrows to resist the black-haired man.

However, they had no chance.

Under the swaying figure of the black-haired demon and his simple and direct sword skills, the elves turned into corpses that were still warm one after another, and were piled on the stone slabs of the road.

Soon, the ground was stained scarlet with blood and became extremely slippery.

And Cassirer, who leaned out of the grass, could only stare with his eyes wide open? His whole body felt like he was in an ice cave, frozen in place...

By the time he reacted, the devil was already standing in front of him.

"Don't kill..."

Before he finished speaking, the young knight who was personally appointed by the Emperor of Nilfgaard to hunt down Ciri felt a pain in his neck, and the vision in his eyes suddenly increased.

"Huh? Who is this headless corpse that is splattering blood?"

Before Cassirer could figure out the answer to this question, an irresistible sleepiness hit him, and darkness slowly swallowed him up.

After killing this wave of pursuers, Lu Qi, who was unscathed, threw away the long sword with a chip in his hand, picked up another steel sword from the elf's hand, and then chased Keira and Xili in the direction they left again.

Go up.

Just as he left, a white-haired demon hunter came quickly from the direction of Gastang Palace.

Seeing a pool of blood piled with corpses on the road? He couldn't help but pause.

Squatting down and carefully checking the traces of the fierce battle, Geralt breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there were no bodies of Lu Qi and the others.

Using his keen sense as a witcher to find the three pairs of footprints meandering away, Geralt took another step...

...

As the sun slowly rose from the sea, the dark sky was unknowingly replaced by a faint glow.

The holy land of warlocks, the once magnificent and beautiful Thanide Island, has now become a bloody place full of chaos and killing.

Warlocks, Scoia'tael, and soldiers belonging to different forces are all fighting for their own lives and vital interests...

Lu Qi is no exception.

After chasing forward for a while, he suddenly discovered that Keira and Shirley did not go to the Luoxia Palace at the bottom of the mountain, but were forced to flee to the top of the mountain by the Scoia'tael coming from the front.

Turning on [Eagle Vision], following the footprints left by Keira and Shirley, he followed them all the way to the top of the mountain.

Soon, on a slightly steep road, he finally found the two people surrounded by several elves.

Without saying a word, after killing these blind elves like chopping melons and vegetables, Lu Qi sheathed his sword and said in a deep voice:

"Are you okay?"

As he spoke, Lu Qi couldn't help but look past the two of them and towards a tall tower standing on a cliff not far away.

From the holes and pits on the surface of the building, you can tell that it is definitely a building with a long history.

Noticing his gaze, Keira couldn't help but said in an indignant tone:

"Thor Laura, Seagull Tower, there is a broken teleportation gate there. If it hadn't been for that damn teleportation gate, I would have used magic to teleport us all out..."

Before Keira could finish her complaint, Shiri looked straight ahead, as if she had seen something, with a happy expression on her face:

"Geralt!"

The demon hunter, who ran all the way, finally caught up with the three of them.

"Didn't I ask you to go to Luo Xia Palace? Why are you here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whirring sound suddenly came from the sky.

Following the sound, I saw an extremely handsome middle-aged man wearing a knight's jacket descending from the sky on a gust of breeze.

The demon hunter, holding swords in both hands and with a serious look on his face, shouted out the name of the visitor in a deep voice:

"Wilgefortz."

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He sincerely hoped that this kind of decisive battle would happen between Wigfortz and Philippa Earhart, not himself...

If he knew Geralt's inner thoughts, Lu Qi, who had already drawn his sword and assumed a fighting stance, would also agree with it very much.

At least for now, he only knows a little about magic, and he is really unwilling to face Wigfortz, the warlock who is recognized as the most magically gifted among the Warlock Brotherhood...

After smoothing his blouse, straightening the cuffs, and tidying up his clothes that were messed up by the wind, Vilgefortz glanced at Lu Qi and Keira, and then looked at the demon hunter.

, showing a smile:

"It seems that fate has brought us together..."

Staring at Xili's childish face, the tall and handsome warlock waved his hand and said:

"The hide-and-seek game is over... Keira, you and your entourage can leave first. I have something to talk to our dear witcher and the Lion Cub of Cintra..."

Hearing this, before Keira could answer, Lu Qi took a step forward, and Geralt stood beside him, blocking each other in front of Keira and Ciri:
Chapter completed!