From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

As the female Night Demon, Nanomi struggled tonight's battle.

Whether it's the infiltrated human combat team or the behemoths produced by the experiment, they can't get out of the battle after being involved in the battle with her power. So after bringing Regis here, she has been wandering around the edge, paying attention to being wise and protecting herself.

But when Wigfortz cleared the field and was about to kill, especially Regis, Naomi finally couldn't help it.

Intense chaotic energy fluctuated on her body. A black mist with a sense of "sweetness" wrapped around her uncovered upper body.

As if a flame was added to the spices, the flavor called "Charm" changed from abstraction to substance, and infiltrated the surrounding air.

Again, what the female night devil casts is not some charm magic or mind control for others, she just stimulates her own racial characteristics to the greatest extent, and arouses the primitive desires of other creatures on a physical level.

This is a unification of the aesthetics and instincts of all creatures.

Unless one has an extremely calm or experienced brain, this kind of "sexy" crit cannot be resisted by any physical defense or magic defense.

At this moment, Vigfortz's sight was firmly held by Naomi, and he unconsciously let go of the shapeless Regis "men" with both hands, and walked towards Naomi.

And behind him, the body of the troll family began to struggle to get up from the ground. Regardless of gender, at this moment, a force is suddenly injected into the bodies of these giant beasts, and a large amount of adrenaline is transported throughout the body under the action of high-speed metabolism, squeezing out strength.

For these trolls, Nanomi used a little magic.

When everyone is down, Nanomi, who has been wandering on the edge, intends to win!

The eyes of the three trolls are red, and their eyes are switching between clear and misty. For a while, they want to punch Vigfortz, and for a while, they want to walk towards Nanomi—yes, regardless of gender They are no match for the temptation of the female night devil, and this kind of temptation cannot accurately distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

Nanomi cursed secretly in her heart, she rarely did this level of micromanagement.

However, just as she was about to adjust the spells on the trolls, Vigfortez, who had been being controlled all along, shuddered and regained his clarity.

He remembered what he wanted to do.

"Ancient blood!"

For some people, the need and pursuit of power and power far exceeds the desire for physical pleasure, and Wigfortz is one of the best.

The surge of thought power exploded around him centered on him, and the three heavy trolls fell to the ground under the action of this force, and Nanomi was blown out like a feather.

Vigfortez breathed heavily, feeling terrified in his heart: "Almost, almost...First there are high-level vampires, then there are trolls and female night goblins, why does Brokiron Town have everything?"

He also asked himself that he was well prepared for this raid, and the original plan didn't even require him to be present in person. Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, the ship almost capsized in the gutter.

But the fear in his eyes soon became eager again: "Is this also the power of the ancient blood?"

Everything seemed to have a perfect explanation again, and Vigfortz became excited again.

The chaotic energy in his hands also became intense, turning into various elemental attacks and attacking Nanomi continuously. The warlock seems to have no need to collect female night devils as experimental materials, and plans to execute her on the spot.

As a result, the female night devil was exhausted, and soon became scarred under the hands of Wigfortz.

However, a bright emerald light suddenly lit up on her body.

Not only her, but also the body of the three rock trolls. They were like small suns in the dark night, and suddenly disappeared after the light reached its peak.

Vigfortz froze.

"Could it be... this is also the power of the ancient blood?"

...

There was only a slit left in Cohen's eye, and he felt the light.

This was Lann's [Teleportation] skill, but only the members of the "Lion Pride" disappeared, and he was left in place.

【Lan doesn't know what happened here... In this case, he recalled his 'lion group' to fight for him. Did he encounter trouble on the Eastern Front? Damn...]

[Wait... so isn't Hei Feng also... Shirley? ! 】

Cohen squirmed and wanted to get up, but his consciousness became more and more blurred.

He was injured too badly. To be able to persist until now and still retain his thinking has been against the body's protection mechanism for too long.

After struggling to get up and falling again, he finally passed out.

...

Wigfortz waited on the spot for a possible sneak attack for a while, but there was nothing.

He mentioned the unconscious witcher in one hand and half a vampire in the other, and he even found the sword that Cohen flew out.

The celestial spirits regained their magic and continued to wreak havoc and destroy the town.

The energy of Chaos lifted the warlock into the air and sent him down the path of the forest. He was not in a hurry, the light in the night could travel far, and he just saw the same bright emerald-colored light spot in the direction where Ciriella was running away.

Sure enough, after a while, he saw Princess Cintra lying on the ground, and the horse that originally carried her had disappeared.

He looked at his left and right hands, threw Cohen to the ground, and then reached out to Ciri.

"Finally...the ancient blood!"

Warlock waved his hand, and violent chaotic energy fluctuations were transmitted from his body. He couldn't wait to go back to the laboratory and rehearse the process countless times.

With a "bass", Ciri suddenly opened his eyes, and the swift stabbing sword protruded out like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. And the warlock seemed to have expected it long ago. He leaned back to avoid the attack of the little witcher, and then smashed the half of Regis in his left hand forward like a weapon.

The blow sent Ciri flying, slamming on the ground, arching her back in pain.

The warlock who wanted to make the princess in front of him suffer first did not notice that when Ciri flew out, a booklet fell out of her arms.

The booklet tumbled a few times on the ground, and the pages were opened in the messy wind.

Most of the first ones are a novice witcher who just came down from the mountain and asked his teacher for help after encountering difficulties. Later, when he is proficient in the skills, most of them become greetings to elders and care for the elderly living alone.

Turning to the last page, the handwriting on the booklet, which was like an iron knife, suddenly became graceful and joyful.

This page was written by Ciri.

...

[Respected Master Keerda, Teacher Jielong, greetings to you two:

I am Ciri, princess of Lane, daughter of destiny of Geralt the wolf. I have heard Lan and Ke En talk about the deeds of the two masters for a long time, and I have been looking forward to meeting you two, but unfortunately I have not been able to do so...]

I am Lann's princess, and I will give you the land to revive the sect in the future! And I'm still a demon hunter of the wolf faction, and I'm also one of the demon hunters! In public and private, you don't have the heart to refuse the next request, right?

[I know that Lan En and Teacher Jielong have maintained a stable relationship, and they have also reached an agreement to ask the teacher to come out of the mountain. It’s just that Lan has always regarded himself as the future of the Griffin School, and even made a decision with Cohen to invite the two masters only when the sect was rebuilt and everything became clear. The two of you should contact each other and only report good news and not bad news after the difficulties have been overcome...]

I know you made a deal with Lane! Everything after that was made up by me! Only I, as an outsider, have the status to say this kind of thing! But just say you are moved or not! After being so moved, hurry up and help your apprentice!

[Now Lann is deeply trapped in the enemy's battlefield, and the enemy has summoned a large number of troll mantises, chimeras, and mutant crab demons to attack our town, and Ke En stays in the town to fight the enemy alone. They are unwilling to bring their worries to the elders, but I am really worried...]

It's the witcher's job to deal with monsters, right? And you don't worry why Cohen's notebook got into my hands? This shows that the situation has reached a certain level of danger, so——

help! ! ! ,

...

With a "bang", the portal opened in the void, and the strong wind blew away a layer of blood and turf on the ground.

Two demon hunters with livid faces and clenched teeth came out of it. One is a warrior wearing a full set of armor, with elegant temperament and white hair and beard; the other is a middle-aged man wearing only a simple robe, with fluttering black hair and lingering melancholy.

Their eyes quickly scanned the audience, and soon they saw the silver-haired princess who fell to the ground not far away, the warlock who looked like a villain not far from the princess, and——

Lying on the ground, the unconscious Cohen twisted his hands and feet at strange angles.

The faces of the two Grand Master Demon Hunters became even more gloomy.

The storm set off by Di Jing raged around, and the sudden appearance of enemies made Vigfortz ring with alarm. He raised his hands in response to the storm, and the white thunder centered on him and whipped out.

And the bodies of the two demon hunters who combined were over four hundred years old were faster than lightning.

Kelda dived towards his disciple, raised his hand and set up a khaki protective cover, several thunderbolts hit it but there was no ripple.

Jielong was more direct. He directly squeezed both hands together in the posture of [Alder Seal], and smashed the thunderbolt with two palms with strong thoughts, and then moved towards Wigfort like a preying eagle. Hereby bully himself.

"Boom" The scattered lightning suddenly condensed, and the powerful spells collided within ten steps under the operation of their respective masters, raising a large amount of dust clouds and smoke.

Kelda quickly checked the situation of his disciples while his companions held back the enemy, and heaved a sigh of relief after finding that his life was not in danger. Then he pulled out the two swords on Cohn's back.

"Geron!"

Jie Long, who rushed out of the smoke and dust, heard his companion's reminder, and stretched his hand back to grab the eagle-headed steel sword that was thrown over, with runes flashing on it. Turning around splits a torrent of flames from the lasing in two.

Kelda was holding the remaining eagle-headed silver sword in his hand, which was also his former weapon. Like Jielong, he left all the best equipment to his disciples, and now it is considered to be returned to the original owner.

"I'll deal with the one in the sky, you will deal with this warlock!" Kelda's gray beard and hair fluttered in the strong wind.

"No problem." Geron replied lightly.

"No problem?!" Vigfortz was furious, "A mere demon hunter!"

He chanted the spell hastily and quickly, and soon a strong chaotic energy visible to the naked eye appeared in his hand, and the surging magic pressed towards Geron.

And Jielong was not to be outdone, purple lightning, fiery red flames, and ice blue thoughts surrounded his body at the same time, and slammed into Vigfortz without hesitation.

Then Vigfortz noticed that the surrounding scene was rapidly regressing.

...

The witcher's sign is a very interesting thing.

When the legendary sorcerer Arzu found out that the demon hunter had no ability to cast spells, he simplified the most basic method of using the various elements to create the magic seals, so that they could mobilize the magic power in the body just by pinching out the handprints without chanting incantations or communicating with nature. , to help fight.

This was originally just a transition. At that time, other warlocks still had expectations for the witcher's ability to cast spells. But when those warlocks found out that the witcher couldn't learn any spells except the sign, they chose to abandon the witcher.

In the eyes of warlocks, spells should be something more advanced, capable of manipulating celestial phenomena, repairing injuries, confusing people with illusions, and talking to the dead. And Fayin, a low-level thing that can only be used in battle, can only be regarded as a trick in their eyes.

For a long time, most demon hunters have only used the magic seal as an auxiliary, and even the Griffin School can only "better integrate the magic seal into tactics".

Until Geron appeared.

...

[Damn, damn! This is not a witcher! Such power, such frequency! This is definitely not Fayin! 】

Vigfortez got up quickly after falling to the ground, but found that he could barely hold up the defensive spells, muttering spells in his mouth and there was no room to use other spells.

The purple magic circle imprisoned him, and the blazing white lightning illuminated the night; flames, storms, and frost impacted the magic shield from three distinct directions. Constantly being melted and then condensed again.

As long as he stops chanting for a second, the protective shield will be broken.

He, a member of the wizarding society, the top senior wizard in the mainland, was actually suppressed by a demon hunter's seal!

Without chanting mantras, Jielong even skipped the process of pinching out the magic seal. The magic power of the magic source level continuously supplied the energy he needed. He didn't need to communicate with the sky at this moment. Wipe the ground.

Ciri was stunned by the sidelines. No matter if it was Mossak, Yennefer, Triss or anyone else, they could not cast spells like this with such ease. Spells should be taken seriously, even a high-level warlock may backfire on himself because of the slightest negligence.

But why is the master witcher in front of him as easy as swinging a machete?

With the enemy pinned down, Ciri struggled to think to help.

Kelda appeared from behind her and stopped her.

Ciri's eyes widened again, isn't this person going to deal with Di Jing?

At this time, she felt that the storm had stopped around her.

"Take a rest, little girl." Kelda gasped, and he threw a clay pot over, freeing up two fighting hands.

Recommend a book by a big guy, it is the latest masterpiece of the author of "The Gray Wizard of Hogwitz"!

The following is an introduction:

【"Why hunt down a super cowardly innocent wizard"

Author: get some sleep

Lin An's life changed dramatically.

The basketball under the bed turned into a bleeding head, jumping to the pillow in the middle of the night and humming softly in my ear. The subway speeding into the station turned into a giant lizard, with its bloody mouth wide open, waiting for him to line up to feed.

This world is not as simple as imagined. Behind the bustling city, the Witch Hunter Knights are wandering around hunting down evil wizards.

Lin An, a migrant worker, inexplicably became a member of the "Antler Witch Hunter Knights", shouldering the glorious mission of guarding mankind.

He had to be careful, careful, and careful.

Be careful not to reveal that you are actually a wizard. 】