From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Tishaia de Vries stood on the broken rooftop, her hair disheveled and her face covered with dust.

She raised her hands, fire burning in her palms. She screamed a spell, and the flames dancing in her fingers turned into a dazzling fireball that roared and flew around.

Each fireball had the temperature of lava and continued to expand as it flew, quickly turning into a wall of fire two people high.

A hole seemed to open in the sky, and the endless cold wind enveloped these fireballs. But the high temperature contained in these fireballs was shocking. They broke through the barrier formed by the snowstorm and vented the high temperature.

"Get out! Invaders! The fight to destroy the unity of the Brotherhood is over. This island is still ruled by the Brotherhood!"

The world's number one sorceress shows amazing sharpness, and her large number of supporters help her resist the enemy's close-face impact in the front, allowing her to unleash her spells unscrupulously from the rear!

But even in a home battle, the warlocks still suffered a large number of casualties after being approached by the invading cavalry.

In front of the warlocks, there seemed to be strong winds that could break the floor tiles. The knights in heavy skeleton armor looked like evil ghosts; and Francesca stood among them like a lily blooming in hell.

This lily exudes a deadly fragrance.

The dark-blond-haired elf raised his hands and single-handedly built a magical defense line in front of the Wild Hunt.

Immediately afterwards, several heavily armored warlocks holding metal scepters walked out from the skeleton knights.

"Boom!" The scepter, as heavy as a pillar, smashed a hole in the ground. Countless ice-blue portals opened in front of them, and countless constructs poured out of them like locusts.

Each of them is about the size of a hound, standing on all fours, with sharp claws comparable to daggers, and their backs are covered with blue ice rocks.

[Hound of the Wild Hunt], an elemental creature generated from magical ice crystals, a pure weapon of war.

Eredin Brick Glass, the tallest among the Wild Hunt knights and known as the "King of the Wild Hunt," coldly withdrew his left hand.

"Let the hounds consume the magic power of these young children. The noble Ayn El cannot spill blood on such a place - Francesca!"

Eredin turned to look at the elf sorceress: "Where is the ancient blood?"

"He was here just now, and he is definitely on this island now!" Francesca gritted her teeth, "These human warlocks are all his allies. Kill them all! There will be no resistance from the Ancient Blood after that. Power!"

Eredin gave Francesca a cold look and said nothing. He knew that his relatives from another world seemed to have the intention of using the Wild Hunt as a sword, so he simply didn't have much favorable impressions of the human race, which was stained with the blood of his compatriots.

He's just a kid who stole magical power from Iron Sheedy...

"Red Knights, fight quickly and bring the ancient blood back to the Land of Armor!" Eredin shouted, "Charge!"

The blizzard became more rapid, and countless black shadows and ice first merged into one, and then appeared before the warlocks were caught off guard.

The irrational wild hunting dogs resisted the magic of the warlocks at the front, and lightning and flames tore the bodies of the elemental beings apart; but before they could be happy, swords penetrated from behind these elemental beings, Harvest the warlocks who just released their magic.

Even a slightly trained assassin can kill a warlock at close range, let alone the Wild Hunt troops who have been plundering other worlds for hundreds of years.

"Tishaia! The sisters are dying, we can't stop them!" Keira Metz shouted, "Tishaia, do something!"

The next second, thunder exploded under her feet, and Keira was thrown out of the window where it should have been.

…

This may be a kind of luck. Keira escaped from the battlefield, but more people were still fighting.

"Wilgefortz, what are we fighting for?" Feikat yelled at Wilgefortz in a broken voice.

Nilfgaard's warlocks were forced into a corner, cautiously resisting the frost erosion of the Wild Hunt and the angry attacks of the Brotherhood.

According to common sense, there is no need for Vilgefortz to reveal his existence. Although the situation just now caused him to face Philippa's accusation, Tisaya, who had the highest prestige, still preferred to "maintain the harmony of the Brotherhood" and refused to believe in Wilgefortz's rebellion.

And the Wild Hunt arrives just in time. Wouldn't it be better to just wait for the Brotherhood and the Wild Hunt to both suffer losses, and then Nilfgaard's side call in the troops to wait for a while? Why do you have to jump out and join the melee at such a critical time?

Well now, the Nilfgaardian side is the weakest in the three-party melee. Although they were led by three high-level warlocks ranked among the top ten in the North, the combat effectiveness of the Nilfgaardian warlock troops teleported over was different from that of the other two sides.

The Brotherhood's side has strong troops, and in addition to senior warlocks, there are also other royal advisor-level warlocks; the Wild Hunt side, not to mention, has warlocks, knights, and alchemy summons. The team's configuration is reasonable and elite.

On the other hand, on Nilfgaard's side, except for the three traitors from the north, the remaining warlock troops are useless - their leading warlocks were almost killed by Rann in the previous war!

Maybe they can still fight against the Warlock Brotherhood, but in the battlefield where the Wild Hunt is now involved, they are just cannon fodder!

"Terra Nova!" Feikat screamed, and saw the members of the squat wizards not far away fighting and retreating to the edge of the battlefield, and suddenly pulled a Nilfgaardian warlock in front of him.

"Boom", there was a magic explosion, the Nilfgaardian warlock's body exploded into pieces, and Terra Nova disappeared from the place.

Okay, now there are only two high-level warlocks left in Nilfgaard.

"Wilgefortz, why are we fighting?!" Feikat collapsed and asked again.

Vilgefortz himself was thinking about this problem, and he felt as if he had lost control.

He should be a wise and forbearing person, someone who can plan for decades and have firm goals for his own purposes. Why did he make such a reckless decision at such a critical time today?

When did you start losing control?

A flash of inspiration exploded in my mind. Facing Fikat's question, Wigefortz suddenly felt a force controlling his throat and blurted out these words:

"For the ancient blood!"

"ah?"

The protective shield on Feikat's body trembled violently, and before he could react to Wilgefortz's words, a bolt of lightning condensed from the dome tore through the night and blizzard, almost shattering him.

Not just him, all Nilfgaardian warlocks and Wild Hunt knights were attacked by lightning, and thunderstorms even covered the wind and snow, briefly becoming the only climate on the field.

Everyone who was keen on magic looked towards the Brotherhood. The black-haired sorceress stood in the thunder. She was trembling, but the firm magic spell resounded in everyone's heart.

"Damn it! It's [Arzu Thunder Technique]! Tisaya is going to die!" Francesca showed a horrified expression for the first time.

Eredin beside her remained calm: "It's just magic invented by human warlocks and cast by human warlocks. What effect can it have?"

He soon found out.

…

The witchers gathered in the halls of Arethusa Palace.

"How was everyone's harvest?"

Lan En did not wait for everyone to answer, and their mood could be seen from the joyful faces of everyone.

One package after another was put into the [Inventory] by him, and the smile on his face began to move closer to the other demon hunters.

Before he could take a closer look.

"Crash-"

The sound of large wings breaking the air suddenly sounded in the night sky, and human-shaped bats flew overhead.

Geralt let go of his right hand and fell from a height of three stories. There was a "bang" sound and he slightly bent his knees to absorb the impact and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Round clouds of dust and gravel splashed up around him, and everyone else waved their hands at him in disgust.

Geralt nodded slightly at Regis, who had returned to his human form, and took the initiative to say to Lan: "The representatives from various countries have been sent back to their respective escorts. Regis and I also took the time to visit the academy. On the other side, they have completed the evacuation of the students, and the remaining troops are coming here to prepare to help."

"As soon as we deal with the most important enemy, they can come in and take over the entire island." Geralt asked in a deep voice, "When do we start?"

Lan opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, a blast of thunder that was enough to deafen everyone's ears was blasted from the air in vain.

Everyone looked up together, only to see only purple thunder in the night sky that was so intense that it was so intense that even the darkness was shattered.

"Boom——"

The roof of Arethusa Palace was shattered.

"Boom——"

Then comes the rooftop.

"Boom——"

Next is the Astrology Tower.

Every time there is an explosion, a building will be broken into pieces, and a piece of the castle in front of you will be cut off out of thin air.

This is a real natural disaster caused by manpower!

"This is the real top warlock."

Lan twisted his neck: "I think it's now, are you ready?"

The demon hunters didn't say anything. They were well-trained and took out [Hanged Man's Poison] for humans and [Constructed Creature Sword Oil] for attacking elemental creatures from their alchemy backpacks, and applied them neatly on their weapons. .

Then he drank the alchemical potion one after another.

Lann chuckled lightly, turned his palms over and took out potions from the [Inventory].

The other demon hunters quickly completed their preparations, but there was no end to Lan's movements. He drank the magic potion without restraint like a traveler who had just encountered an oasis after trekking in the desert for three days.

[Advanced Thunder] to strengthen the body, [Advanced Maboli Forest] to speed up the regeneration of adrenaline, [Advanced Swallow Potion] to restore injuries, strengthen the seals [Advanced Petri Potion], [Advanced Tawny Owl], [Sea] [Kena Decoction], [Ancient Deer Head Essence Decoction]...

Not only these, but even the night vision potion [Cat], which was useless in this situation, the [Black Blood] for vampires, and the [Killer Whale] for underwater breathing, were all poured into his mouth.

"Lan..." Geralt stretched out his hand to stop him.

Lan made a "leave it alone" gesture and kept swallowing.

[Fork-tailed dragon decoction], [Goat-horned devil decoction], [Deer head essence decoction], [Demon spirit decoction], [Evil ghost decoction]...

Various powers are mixed and coordinated in Lan En's body; at the same time, every drop of venom that almost takes precedence over the blood is turned into fuel under the unique effect of the [Addiction] skill, and the energy bursts out and is squeezed into Lan En. between his muscles, expanding his strength and strengthening his magic power.

The physical strength and magic power reached a brief balance, but then the strengthened physical strength squeezed out the magic power again under the action of [Guide Magic], and it was strengthened for an unknown number of times.

The chaotic energy around Lann was already visible to the naked eye. Although he didn't activate any skills, bright emerald light was already glowing in his eyes.

For the first time, the demon hunter felt something like "aura". He was obviously just a human being not much taller than them, but they felt that the shadow cast by Lan was enough to envelope the entire Aretussa Palace.

They suddenly pulled off the witcher badges on their chests together, and the iron chains flying under the induction of magic almost strangled their trachea.

"Hiccup." Lan suddenly patted his chest.

"It should be enough." He clenched his fists and felt the surging power in his body, "Then let's completely disrupt the battlefield first."

He slapped the ground one last time and cast Teleport.

Three huge light spots formed behind him.

Three behemoths were summoned back across a small half of the continent, but the chaotic energy surrounding Lann did not weaken at all. Instead, it was like hot oil with water added, intensifying.

…

Tisaya was supported by the warlock beside her and could hardly stand. Her [Alzu Thunder Technique] almost wiped out Nilfgaard's warlock troops, revealing to the world the wrath of the world's number one sorceress for the first time in a century.

Even Eredin's Wild Hunt troops are struggling. They used wind and frost to condense a shield, but they still suffered many casualties.

Looking at her compatriots lying on the ground, twitching and losing their breath, Eredin clenched her fists.

"That's enough, Francesca! I've had enough of your fighting with humans."

"Tell me, where is the ancient blood? I just want the ancient blood!!"

A voice suddenly covered Eredin.

"I-God!!!!"

The blizzard they encountered suddenly became violent. The Wild Hunt warlocks looked at the staffs in their hands in confusion. The ice and snow were out of their control!

As if there was an earthquake on the ground, the castle everyone was standing on began to shake from its foundation, and finally collapsed with a roar!

"Kacha"

"O-ho!!"

Before the Wild Hunt troops could react, an ancient bell seemed to be ringing in their ears. Then there were flames all over the sky breaking through the wind and snow, accompanied by two huge black shadows.

Instantly shattered their formation!

The rubble, smoke, pillars, and walls all over the sky were flying in the air and then falling, leaving Arethusa Palace in complete ruins.

I will end this volume tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest