Yennefer felt like he was reaching his limit.

The courage and determination of the first step on the battlefield have been worn out after repeated dangers.

She was considered young among the warlocks, after all, she was only eighty or ninety years old.

But in her career as a warlock, she had never participated in such a large-scale, high-intensity combat environment.

At most, it's a fight with a small group of mercenaries and a magic spell in the adventure.

Hemingway said: Before people set foot on the battlefield for the first time, there is always a delusion that they will not die. But this delusion would disappear without a trace after his first serious injury.

This is the case with Yennefer now.

At first, she answered Wigo Fortez's call to fight Nilfgaard for the future of the North.

But then, after several times the arrows and magic brushed her dark waves, fear and panic filled her heart.

Later, like a lost fly, she tried to hide in a safe place with her head covered, or simply open the portal and leave.

Back in his magical cosmetics shop in Wengerburg, there is no greatness, no justice, but there is safety.

But the large-scale magic that seemed to cover the sky and the sun, as well as the continuous offensive of the southerners, made it impossible for her to do it.

Then, like most newcomers to the battlefield, Yennefer had to bury his head in the battle with the enemy when he could not retreat.

In fact, on this battlefield, the mentality transformation process of the vast majority of warlocks is the same.

Frigila Vigo has been entangled with Yennefer for a long time in this mountainous area.

The northern warlocks could not withdraw, but the southern warlocks did not dare to withdraw.

Their net worth and life are all within the empire, unless they don't care about anything and are alone, don't they still have to live in the empire for half their lives?

Now that they have run away, the emperor will never be soft on them.

Ye Naifa stood on a slightly taller rock, her violet eyes filled with the aura of magic, and her long black hair fluttered in the air with magic.

Beneath the hillside she was on, Frigila was teaming up with one of her Warlock friends to cast a spell, ready to take out Yennefer first.

Fringira was a mage who was not inferior to Yennefer, and her good friend, although not very talented, was a help.

So they have some confidence.

"You force her to stop casting with a flaming arrow, and then I'll do the final blow."

Fringilla is about to take advantage of the abundance of numbers.

Her friend nodded, and the flame in her hand elongated and formed, streaking a dazzling trail in the black smoke-filled air.

Under the weaving of magical power, the flame arrow not only retains the high temperature of the flame, but also has the penetrating nature of the arrow.

Now that the battle had reached this point, Fringira believed that even if Yennefer had just started with a full load of magical items, it would be time to consume it.

In the face of this flaming arrow, she would either attack with a spell, or quickly interrupt the spell casting and shift her position.

And the negative energy erosion technique that Frigila was preparing in her hand would be launched during Yennefa's window period.

But as the flaming arrow in mid-air got closer and closer to Yennefer, Frigila found that the sorceress of the north had no intention of responding to the attack.

A bad premonition appeared in her heart, because she knew that no one would wait to die if she was still fighting at this point!

Sure enough, a delicate-sounding female voice sounded not far above the hillside.

The spell was short and powerful, and the chaos energy that it induced in just a few syllables was much greater than that of a flaming arrow!

A fireball flew down from the diffuse, billowing black smoke and easily extinguished the flaming arrow.

It was Triss's magical support.

And taking advantage of this time, it was Ye Naifa who completed his spell preparation first!

Her fingertips, which radiated the aura of chaos magic, pointed in the direction of the two southern warlocks.

The mountain began to tumble like boiling water, trying to sweep things up into the dirt.

Fringira's friend was swept into the mountain dirt in an instant, and Fringira couldn't react at this time, and could only watch it happen.

Her own feet were also twisted and dragged down by the rocks.

But maybe it's with a ruthlessness, maybe it's the anger of a friend dying in front of his eyes.

Eventually, Frigila unleashed the magic she had prepared before her foot bones were crushed by the ground and erupted in excruciating pain.

The dull negative energy eroded, fan-shaped and diffused smoke, enveloping towards the Yennefa.

Ye Naifa's face turned pale, because she was now in the window period after casting the spell, and she couldn't do anything.

But fortunately, Yennefa's friend is still around, and his level is much higher than that of Fringilla's.

Triss jumped straight down the hill, the rubble making her embarrassed and crawling.

In a hurry, Triss, who had unfolded a spell shield, began to look abnormal.

"Ah!! My eyes! ”

Yennefer suddenly erupted in a scream of pain and panic beside Triss.

Her eyes shrunk and pale as if they were necrotic.

"Quiet, leaf! It's just that negative energy erosion leads to blindness! It can be cured! ”

Triss tried to bring Yennefer back to her senses from the panic and pain of her sudden blindness, but it was too much for anyone to do.

Ye Naifa behind the spell shield fell to the ground because of this sudden blindness, as if he had suddenly lost his sense of balance.

The originally beautiful face was covered with blood mud, and the delicate black and white clothes and carefully groomed long hair with large waves were also dirty.

The ground was littered with corpses, pieces of armor, and bladed weapons, and the touch of these things made Yennefer scream and roll on the ground, as if something was hurting her.

Instead of helping Triss, who was holding the spell shield, it hindered her.

Triss's state became more and more wrong as a result.

The glow of the spell shield faded in the smoky waves of negative energy.

There's even despair in Triss's own eyes.

Being eroded by negative energy feels like being by a human being.

And just when the light of the spell shield is close to nothing.

A tall figure rushed past Triss's spell shield with a 'poof'.

And in the hand of the figure, he was holding a weapon that shimmered with a warm golden light.

Lan En opened the way with the Sword of the Lake Maiden, and the negative energy like billowing smoke was first dissolved by the light of the Sword of the Lake Maiden.

This didn't even allow Lan En to use [Spiritual Vision], it was purely the divine power of the Sword of the Lake Maiden that took effect spontaneously.

And after Lan En used [Spiritual Vision] to gain insight into the structure of this spell and the flow of magic power, the long knife in his hand flashed twice in the smoke, leaving two traces of golden light.

As a result, the negative energy black smoke quickly becomes shallow, and then disappears, just like mist meets sunlight.

Ask for recommendations! Ask for a commuter pass! Ask for a subscription!

(End of chapter)