The black fog of negative energy is dissipating rapidly.

Behind the black fog, Frimpilla Vigo was struggling to dig into her feet, which had been crushed by the dirt.

At this time, unlike most warlocks in the South, the well-groomed sorceress had her hands covered in mud, her manicures turned outwards from digging in the dirt, and cold sweat was pouring down her forehead like water, and her eyeshadow and cream were smeared.

And in the black fog that was about to disappear completely, a long knife with a warm golden light flew out of it with a 'whoosh'.

The blade of the long knife pierced through Frigila's right shoulder like a hot knife slicing through butter, pinning her to the ground.

The sorceress gritted her teeth and let out a deathly grunt, the veins on her temples bulging high.

But she didn't dare to move again.

As a god-made weapon, the sword of the lake girl is too sharp.

Fringira's current position, with a slight shake, should have been loosened from the ground with the weapon that had pierced her.

Because the ground has turned into blood mud, it really doesn't have a very good fixing effect.

But the sharpness of the Sword of the Lake Maiden made Frigila feel that even a slight shake would widen the wound on her bones and muscles as if it were slicing through air.

But even so, Frigila trembled uncontrollably as the figure approached, and her body instinctively shrank back.

"The war has made everyone extremely embarrassed. Right, ma'am? ”

Lan En came from a distance, talking as he walked.

"Now you have broken both feet and a piercing wound to your right arm. It's almost impossible to cast spells, so don't resist and wait to be captured. ”

"After this battle, your status in the Nilfgaard should rise, and you don't have to worry about your emperor abandoning you. Give you gauze and hold the wound down. ”

Lan En pressed the hand of the sorceress, who was stunned by his approach, on his right shoulder, and then grabbed the hilt of the knife without stopping.

"Uhh

This time, Frigila finally couldn't hold back because of the sudden sharp pain, and her face contorted and she let out a cry of pain.

"Wait"

Fringira shouted, but Rann immediately walked in the direction of Triss and Yennefer after drawing the knife.

In total, he spent less than three seconds by Frigilla's side when he spoke.

The reason why he was in such a hurry was because Lan En didn't care too much about this southern sorceress.

After all, he didn't know that this sorceress was also a distant relative of Emperor Nilfgaard, a close relative of the Duchess of Toussente. Blood ties are more important than her caster.

The second reason is that Triss's situation really doesn't look good.

Her bare skin began to burst into small flames.

Distinctly different from the flames that a mage normally crafted with magic, these flames were causing Triss intense pain that was indistinguishable from her enemies.

"Hey! Hey! Triss! You okay? ”

Lane's hand helped Triss's shoulder, and the performance of the Grandmaster-level Bear Sect armor made him not too afraid of the flames.

Triss, who lost her mind, was called back to her senses by Ranne: "Ran. Is that you? ”

She gritted her teeth as she spoke, sounding in pain.

"War. Right! How's the war going? How long have I been shaking my god? ”

"You don't have to worry about that, the warlocks of the Nilfgaard have basically been dealt with. The Northern Coalition has already won, and all that remains is to clean up the battlefield. ”

Dealt with?

Who 'handles' it?

Triss's sense of responsibility just wanted her to ask, but another round of physical changes left her with only screams.

Now, instead of being suppressed by Triss's recollection, the flames on her skin are starting to burn even her clothes!

Seeing that Triss was in so much pain that she couldn't speak at all, she only screamed. Lane had no idea what this was all about.

He had to go to Yennefer, who was lying on the ground trembling from blindness.

Although he didn't know the sorceress, it was easy to see that she was on good terms with Triss.

"Ma'am, what's Triss doing now?"

But Ye Naifa only curled up at this time, resisting the light touch of Lan En's greeting. The sudden loss of sight, or on a dangerous and bloody battlefield, is beyond words.

"Don't touch me! Who are you? Don't touch me! Get the hell out of here! ”

Yennefer's struggle was fierce, and as a last resort, Lan En could only use the [Axifa Seal] to try to calm her spirit.

It stands to reason that the Demon Hunter's sigil would have a hard time working on a warlock.

This time too, Lan En's magic seal was even washed away by the magic that Ye Naifa didn't deliberately control.

But the sorceress seemed to sense something from the fluctuations of this magic seal, and she suddenly fell silent, as if she felt a little safe: "You're a witcher? The seal of the law just now is the comforting [Aksi]? ”

Does this sorceress have anything to do with witchers?

Lanne's mind habitually analyzed and came to a conclusion.

But soon, he put that analysis down.

"Yes, but there's no time to talk about that now, ma'am! Triss needs help! ”

Rann describes Triss's current situation to Yennefer, interspersed with Triss herself's screams.

The experienced sorceress thought for a moment with her confused head, and then exclaimed, "Her magic is out of control!" This is a phenomenon of spontaneous combustion! ”

Now, Triss's trademark burgundy hair was on fire, and all of her clothes were burned off.

The whole person was curled up on the ground naked.

Lan En calmly asked, "What should we do now?" How can I help her? It's tricky to hear that magic is out of control. ”

"Not now! Either wait for her magic to burn out on her own, or find a few well-prepared archmages to help her suppress it. ”

"Can't you do it?"

"Normally you can, but now." Ye Naifa wiped his eyes fiercely, looking like he wanted to gouge out his eyeballs and look at them clearly.

Her sudden blindness caused problems with her body's sense of balance.

Suppressing the magic of another archmage? It's like telling a bad joke.

Ye Naifa couldn't be relied on, but she finally figured out the situation for herself.

Based on the information, Mentos began to quickly sort out and develop a plan.

Lan En simultaneously reviewed the established plan, and in the end, a decision was approved with a high degree of feasibility.

The witcher came up to Triss, who was curled up and screaming, her hair burned all the time.

"Listen carefully, Triss. Your magic is out of control now, we need to exhaust your mana, or you will burn on your own, and I guess you can all be thrown into the wind. ”

Lane's tone was calm and rational, almost impersonal to Triss's screams. But this is undoubtedly the best mental state when dealing with emergencies.

Triss nodded reluctantly, though in the pain of the burn, indicating that she had heard.

"My knife can slice through mana, and in order to drain some of the mana inside your body, I will slash you later. I'll control it well and you won't get too hurt. ”

"Then this flame will definitely weaken, but this is not enough, you have to squeeze yourself out and release the magic power, you decide what to do."

There was no time to delay any longer, and after Lan En finished speaking, he immediately pulled out the sword of the Lake Maiden.

The pupils erected in his eye sockets constricted, and the vision of [Psion] observed the flow of magic in Triss's body.

Accurate and stable to a terrifying level of swordsmanship, he grasped the transformation of that moment.

With a "poof", the tip of the Lady of the Lake Girl stabbed into the bottom of Triss's left chest.

This was the result of Lann's consideration of both the size of the mana flow and the severity of the injury.

As he expected, there wasn't much bleeding, but the layer of flame that wrapped around Triss's body suddenly became much thinner.

The rest is up to Triss herself.

"Touch. Touch me. ”

In between screams of pain, a feeble murmur reached Lane's ears.

He didn't have time to think about it, he immediately took off his armor gloves and grasped Triss's still burning palm.

The sorceress's originally painful expression suddenly improved, as if the burning pain had been diluted by other sensations.

Lan En nodded, although he didn't know the principle, but the pain that was relieved should help the spell cast go smoothly.

Then, a portal suddenly opened.

In Lane's stunned eyes, he swallowed him and Triss together.

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