In any case, no one can deny Frigila Vigo's mastery of spells.

The status of the warlocks of the Southern Empire is not high, and the training mode is also relatively rigid, basically referring to high-level craftsmen.

It's very different from the two major magic schools in the north, which regard spellcasters as valuable resources, so the education method of wandering remains is indifferent.

As a result, the Northern Warlocks excelled in elite and high-end areas, while the Southern Warlocks excelled in group base and obedience to collaboration.

But even so, the base advantage of the southern casters over the northern ones still allowed them to produce many outstanding characters.

Frigila Vigo is a prime example of this.

Her uncle was the renowned illusionist Artorios Vigo, who Lane had even read about in Aretusa's library.

With her family's talent and education, her attainments in mana and spells are not inferior to those of the famous northern sorceresses.

According to the rough classification of mages, she is enough to be called an archmage.

And at this moment, the archmage of the Southern Empire was hurriedly chanting a spell, directing the Chaos Magic to take shape.

A spiraling wind was taking the tent of the command post as the eye of the wind, protecting the command center of the entire Nilfgaard Legion inside.

As for the camps and personnel outside the command post, they were all out of Frigila's consideration.

Others may think that this is because of the disregard for human life caused by the aristocracy of the slave empire.

But Frigila herself knew

Just now, after the movement like the ringing of a church bell, how terrifying is the cold and piercing spirit that suddenly erupted!

The Warlocks are all casters of basic skills who have their minds set their minds on the basic skills, and their spirits are very sensitive.

That's why many of them indulge in a life of extravagance and power, because the pleasure they get in the process is more enjoyable than ordinary people.

But because of this, the perception that spread out in Fringira met with the cold killing intent that suddenly exploded at the moment when Lan En made his move.

She literally felt like a cold, sharp knife that was sliding gracefully and swiftly into her brain!

Another near-death conscious experience, and under this feeling, Friengira felt like she was going crazy!

So it started with a widespread storm.

The commanders and staff officers in the camp did not have any objection to this. Their job is to use the living people on the battlefield as data to calculate gains and losses.

And they all know the vulnerability of the warlock, and the casters may have lost control of their spells because of a cut on their hands when they cast them.

The Archmage wasn't much better.

No one wants to see the spell prepared by Frigila get out of control here.

"Laris! Flame! ”

In between chanting spells, Frigila shouted at the other person in the tent.

Laris, the warlock who once 'repelled' him during Lanne's raids.

After Mennonite Kuhoun established this new communication system, his steady personality led him to transfer another Warlock.

Frigila is primarily responsible for maintaining the communication system, while the mage, who has a record in front of Lane, devotes all his energy to protecting the command post.

"In, in!"

Laris was also trembling with fear from the cold spirit that suddenly erupted when Len was making a move.

He clearly remembered that the previous time he met him was not so exaggerated!

But it's too late to say anything now.

The entire tent of the command post had been blown apart by the first wave of Frigila's winds, and the tarpaulin had been swept into the wind.

Laris's hands spread, and flames spawned from his palms, flying into the outer whirlwind like a dragon sucking water.

Suddenly, the whirlwind, which had been gray from rolling up sand and debris, was dyed a fiery red.

The high-speed air flow brings a large amount of oxygen to the combustion, and the temperature continues to rise.

The tarpaulin of the command post, soaked in gum and waterproof, burned in the tornado of flames for less than three seconds before there was nothing left under Menno Kuhoorn's nose.

People can't last long in this environment, even in the eye of the wind.

But fortunately, this fire dragon scroll was originally used to buy time to retreat.

Because the portal is taking shape.

"Golden Bomb!"

While the fire tornado shone everything red, Menno Kuhoun still kept his keen battlefield experience and shouted a reminder to the two spellcasters.

"Can this spell be broken by the Golden Bomb of Blocking Magic? Don't forget the guy in his hands! ”

"Don't worry."

Frigila maintained the tornado as she stepped up the construction of the portal.

"The magic ability of the witchers is very weak, and they have no knowledge of magic, and they only learn the 'practical' discipline of monster knowledge and solving curses."

"Even if he is close to Erethusa in terms of information, what can he learn in this time? If you can really use this time to learn well, what kind of witcher is it, wouldn't it be better to be a warlock directly? ”

Frigila uses logic and common sense as arguments to appease the group of marshals, staff officers, and clerical officers she shelters.

These people were still like gods a moment ago, deciding the life and death of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield map. And now, under her protection, he is like a group of little chicks.

Although the situation was critical at this time, the sorceress's lust for power still made Frigila feel a little refreshed.

"He can't get in unless he has a powerful frost spell, or a druid Sky Controller. The start of the tornado relies on mana, but even if he throws a golden bomb to suppress the mana at this time, the tornado's inertia can still keep it alive for at least two minutes! ”

Although not as detailed as Len had done before, he used Mentos' computing power to construct a model of the air flow and use it to achieve the finesse of the firespout.

But Frigila gives enough initial magic during the tornado's formative phase. Even without considering the airflow conditions of the general environment, inertia alone is enough to keep the airflow rotating for several minutes.

Her knowledge of her own spells gave Frigila full confidence. She even began to arrange the order of evacuation through the portal.

"Don't worry, everyone, now line up, the portal won't be open for too long, we must be methodical and save time."

Her tone was calm, with a calmness that forced down the negativity. This not only did not make her look embarrassed, but it highlighted a kind of strength.

The nervousness of the staff officers, the clerical officers, and even Menno Kuhoun was calmed by this tone.

But without even waiting for the word 'time' to finish in Fringira's mouth

A sharp sound of "poof"!

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