Fierce Battle

Vilgefortz's voice was like a resounding horn, his words like those of a master orator; the moment the first syllable of his mysterious incantation echoed across the wilderness, it quickly drew a loyal audience—magic.

Ailin withdrew his hands, which were crossed to cast the Oterrohp Sign, and for the first time truly felt the emotions of the elements.

They are gathering, listening, cheering, and jumping for joy...

The magical fluctuations triggered by these emotions echoed Vilgefortz's increasingly high-pitched voice, so immense that they even distorted the air.

"Buzz~"

The Wolf Emblem throbbed violently, issuing a strong warning.

"We can't let him chant the incantation in peace!"

Ailin glanced at the stone wall blocking his way, which was about ten meters long.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

As he charged straight toward the three-meter-high stone wall, he mobilized the abundant magical power within his body and forcefully pushed forward with his right middle finger.

Alde Sign.

A transparent and invisible surge of spiritual power was generated in his palm and instantly rushed toward the mottled brown stone wall.

"Thump~"

"Click~"

The stone wall was snapped at its roots by the immense force of the Alde Sign and collapsed in the direction of the incantation.

Dust, gravel, and even shallow shrubs and weeds on the ground and stone walls were instantly blown away.

Ailin, however, did not wait for this stone wall to collapse, but instead struck the next wall, interrupting Vilgefortz's chanting.

He leaped onto the stone wall that had just tilted and was almost at a right angle, pushing off the ground with his right foot.

"Thump~"

His left foot slammed heavily onto the stone wall.

This caused the three-meter-high, thick stone wall to tilt at least twenty degrees.

Then, with his feet crossed, he leaped into the air along the stone wall in just one step, at an illogical speed.

The fierce, deep blue Cat Eyes looked down from mid-air, meeting a pair of astonished brown eyes.

Vilgefortz hadn't expected Ailin to take this path; his incantation paused briefly before speeding up without hesitation.

"Buzz!"

The Wolf Emblem trembled even more violently, emitting a buzzing sound that even drowned out the chimes of the star emblem on the white horse's reins.

The bright moonlight suddenly dimmed, and clouds covered the open field in less than a second.

The world was shrouded in darkness.

"Sizzle~"

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The magic in the air was so dense it seemed to solidify, yet so restless it looked ready to explode at any moment.

Vilgefortz's magical incantation was drawing to a close.

It's hard to say whether the Witcher's sword struck the sorcerer first, or whether the sorcerer's powerful spell landed on the Witcher's head first.

But even the former.

Vilgefortz's body was still shimmering with magical light of three colors: blue, green, and purple, making it difficult to break through the magic shield in the short term.

therefore.

The safest strategy for Ailin at this point is to dodge while using the Oterrohp Sign to protect himself.

But this would undoubtedly disrupt the rhythm of the attack, giving Vilgefortz a chance to breathe, and could even put Ailin on the defensive, drawing him into a magical offensive from a magical source.

"Let's gamble!"

Having made up his mind, Ailin gritted his teeth and, before falling from mid-air...

He bent his knees to prepare for the attack.

His upper body fell freely, pointing diagonally at Vilgefortz in an instant.

"Thump~"

With a powerful stomp of his feet, the cold, sharp bolt of the crossbow, like a dragon-slaying crossbow, broke through the air's barrier and pierced straight into Vilgefortz's astonished and terrified eyes.

"Bang!"

The air was instantly expelled, causing a popping sound.

The speed increased rapidly, and the stone wall, which was about to crash into the ground, suddenly stopped for a moment because of this kick.

The stone where the Witcher landed snapped in the blink of an eye, detached from the main body, and flew into the deserted wilderness.

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed like a dragon across the sky, accompanied by thunderous roars.

"A madman! This witcher must be a madman!" Vilgefortz roared inwardly in a panic. "Even if I don't know what kind of magic it is, isn't he afraid of dying in such a big situation?"

The youthful yet cold and fierce face magnified rapidly, startling him so much that he hurriedly sped up his chanting.

So rushed was the light orb, which resembled Light Spell, flickered dimly and unstable due to the caster's actions.

"When--"

The outermost spherical blue light screen was struck by the tip of the silver sword in the blink of an eye. Like a balloon, it sank inward for a moment under the enormous force, then burst with a "bang," turning into beautiful fluorescent blue fragments that disappeared into the air.

This is Asery's Water Shield.

With the resistance gone, the Witcher did not sheathe his sword and use the techniques of the School of the Cat or the School of the Wolf, but instead sheathed his sword and gathered his strength.

Instead, he let out a muffled groan, manipulating his heart to beat violently, pumping blood, and the active ingredients of the Giant Ghoul Decoction quickly took effect.

The adrenal medulla is stimulated to secrete a large amount of adrenaline almost instantly.

His entire body was covered in bulging veins, some visible and some not.

"Call out!"

In an instant, the silver sword, moving at a speed far exceeding its initial trajectory, pierced straight into Vilgefortz's throat, much to Wigford's horrified gaze.

"When--"

The familiar blue light, the familiar explosion, the familiar Ald deflection impact...

The radiance of the magic shield that had been shimmering on Vilgefortz's body suddenly dwindled to just one spot of purple.

Asery's water shield and the blue magic barrier shattered in less than two seconds.

This caused the sorcerer to lose his initial elegance and composure, and he panicked, leaning back as if that would allow him to dodge the witcher's longsword.

to be honest.

This is why Vilgefortz, as a source of demonic energy, possesses both exceptional talent and courage.

If it were an ordinary warlock, facing the demon hunter's cold, sharp blade, slashing at them at close range, they would have already suffered a violent mental breakdown due to fear, and their spell would have failed.

However.

Before he could take a step back, Ailin used the explosive impact he had deliberately exposed to spin around, and his silver sword, like a long whip, flashed in a curved arc before slashing straight at Vilgefortz ' throat.

"@#￥——"

Vilgefortz's speech was so fast that it sounded sharp and grating.

pity.

In the end, he was unable to cast the spell before the longsword reached his throat.

"Sizzle~"

As the silver sword pierced the purple glow clinging to the skin, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared at the point where the two met.

Elsa was instantly thrown back.

The Witcher also felt a tingling, electric sensation coming from the hilt of his sword.

However, the sensation was too faint; he simply trembled his hand and returned to normal.

Sheathed his sword and pulled it back to his hips, preparing to unleash another strike, knocking out Vilgefortz's last two Instant Trigger Gem and interrupting his spellcasting.

"Ah!"

With eyes blazing with fury, Vilgefortz roared and pointed his staff, which gleamed with a blue light, straight at the heavens.

The violently fluctuating magical energy around them vanished instantly.

The world fell silent for a moment.

Ailin frowned, his sword-wielding motion faltered, and he instinctively looked up at the sky.

"Boom!"

A thick, incandescent bolt of lightning, carrying the intense heat of scorching air, crashed down head-on.

"Collapse!"

When Vesemir heard the noise, he looked in the direction of the sound and saw his apprentice being engulfed in a burst of lightning.

"Ailin!"

The Witcher Master exclaimed anxiously.

The Sorceress, panting, seized the opportunity and summoned a boulder the size of a human head, which sent him flying and crashing into the overgrown weeds.

"Wigger won?"

The Sorceress breathed a sigh of relief and looked with delight at another battlefield shrouded in lightning and smoke.

He had been so busy dealing with the Witcher Master's attacks that he hadn't had the energy to pay attention to the battle situation at Vilgefortz's place.

"What am I thinking? He's just a fourteen-year-old witcher. Of course, Vigor will win."

Shasha~

A strange sound came from the bushes where the Witcher Master had fallen.

The Sorceress quickly regained her senses, gritted her teeth, and recklessly hurled fireballs at the source of the fire.

"The problem with Vigo has been solved, I absolutely cannot fall too far behind!"

At this moment.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning, as thick as a white dragon falling to the ground, crashed into the hazy dust and mist.

"Huff~ Huff~"

Vilgefortz covered his mouth, gasped for breath, squinted at the dusty weapon radiating scorching heat in front of him, and took a few steps back:

"Alzure's Lightning Spell. To die under the spell created by the sorcerer Alzure, who created the Witcher, is a fitting end."

"However..." Vilgefortz glanced at the sky, "It was still affected. A complete chant should have resulted in seven lightning bolts, but only two have fallen so far..."

"That... that witcher is simply... that's a mad dog..."

Vilgefortz wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear, and feeling utterly insecure, he cast another blue magical barrier on himself.

Although he didn't think that Ailin... no... no Witcher could have survived under those circumstances.

after all.

Although he was almost completely overwhelmed just now, now that he thinks about it, this young Witcher Master named Ailin was only slightly better at swordsmanship and had taken control of the rhythm of the attack through a sneak attack.

Youth and exceptional swordsmanship inevitably imply weak magical seals.

What can an impulsive brute like me use to block Alzure's lightning strike?

"Two dishes are enough, it's just a pity..."

"What a pity?" A clear male voice suddenly rang out from the hazy smoke.

Vilgefortz's expression changed drastically; his lips parted, and he instinctively raised his metal staff.

"Clang~"

Caught off guard, the staff was instantly smashed to the ground by the silver sword that cleaved through the dust and mist.

"You..."

He didn't even have a chance to say a word.

The longsword that had cleaved the staff reappeared, piercing his throat with immense force.

In a chilling shock, Vilgefortz felt a cold sensation on his neck.

"Clang~"

"Bang!"

The azure magic barrier shattered once more, blowing away the dust and debris kicked up by the lightning strike, revealing the figure of the Witcher.

The mirage pearl's disguise was pierced by a lightning strike, Wolf School Master Set fiery Red Dragon Hide, shimmering with iridescent light.

If it weren't for the lingering traces of lightning strikes and molten lava billowing smoke on the ground behind him, the spell that had shaken the entire wilderness and altered the celestial phenomena would have seemed to have never happened.

"How is this possible!" Vilgefortz exclaimed in surprise.

Even though its power was weakened due to the hasty incantation, Alzure's Lightning Strike was still a very famous spell Alzure's Double Cross Alzure, which destroyed half of the city of Maribor.

How could a witcher who only knows some rudimentary magical tricks—signs—remain unscathed?

How could that be?

However, he had no time to feel frustrated or confused.

A flash of silver light, and the Witcher's deadly silver longsword came again.

"Oops!"

The magic spell failed to defeat the enemy, ruining the plan.

Vilgefortz was completely flustered. His face was extremely pale as he tried to retreat while simultaneously opening his mouth to chant a spell. His left hand instinctively rested on the two remaining gems on his chest, but his eyes kept glancing at the staff that was still rolling on the ground...

He was so flustered that he couldn't do anything, and could only grit his teeth and watch helplessly as the longsword rapidly approached, almost tripping in the process.

"Ding~"

Vilgefortz was hit in the left chest.

Another gemstone shattered on the black dress.

However, the magical barrier released by the emerald this time did not shatter and explode the moment it was deployed. Instead, it flashed a green light and then disappeared into the dress.

The Witcher's power seems to have weakened...

Of course it's weak!

Alzure's Lightning Spell was, after all, a spell created by Alzure. In the original story, even the two powerful sorceresses Yennefer and Triss, from the Conclave of Sorceresses, failed to cast it together.

The first bolt of lightning struck, piercing through both layers of the mirror shield of the Oterrohp Sign.

No!

It should be two and a half stories, because the third story is also about to collapse.

Terrified, Ailin activated Blizzard at top speed and was ready to use Blink at any moment.

In the original work, only the Elder Blood Ciri could use this spatial skill; even the Dark Source couldn't learn it. If it were exposed, it might cause a lot of trouble.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, and without the possibility of eliminating all the enemies encountered, Ailin should avoid using this skill as much as possible.

Just as he was about to unleash the Oterrohp Sign for defense, the second lightning bolt struck.

Fortunately, the bullet time provided by the blizzard allowed him to shift his position in time, only to be grazed by the second, much weaker Alzure's Lightning Spell.

As the final layer of the mirror shield shattered, the mirage pearl's disguise on the armor was also broken.

The sharp stones that hit the ground and flew up also cut several small cuts on the web of his right hand and other exposed parts of his body.

If it weren't for the magical power bestowed upon him, which surpassed that of the water ghost, an ordinary witcher might have been seriously injured.

The invulnerable Giant Ghoul Decoction immediately lost its effectiveness due to those tiny wounds, and the 20% increase in attributes such as strength and agility vanished instantly.

It's naturally much weaker.

But it doesn't matter at this point.

There's no need to drink White Honey to cure the condition or detoxify before taking other potions.

Because Vilgefortz's hard shell is about to break...

As the Witcher finished his attack and sheathed his sword to gather his strength, he glanced at Vilgefortz.

The last obsidian could no longer maintain the wizard's dignity; the upper and lower sides of his suit were wrinkled and billowed by the fierce wind, making him look quite disheveled.

But at this moment, even the exceptionally refined and elegant Vilgefortz could hardly spare the energy to attend to anything else.

Now it seems there's only one problem facing him...

To be or not to be?

"When!"

"Bang!"

The cyan magic barrier shattered once again.

This time there wasn't even the slightest resistance; Ailin skillfully used the momentum to spin around and rush forward again.

There's only one magic gem left that can be triggered instantly.

However, it was precisely at times like these that Ailin became even more cautious.

"Something's wrong with Vilgefortz. He's already at this point, why is he still putting on a brave face? Is it just because of his pride?"

The Witcher was somewhat puzzled.

He seemed to have rendered Vilgefortz helpless, but in reality, Moyuan possessed a powerful weapon.

Shapeshifting Sealing Charm.

The seven jade statues of the young witchers should all be in his possession. Vilgefortz wasn't really beaten; he couldn't even destroy a few statues...

Why hasn't he used it at this point?

Vilgefortz was no decent man who wouldn't make use of prisoners.

Could it be...?

"Could it be that the Witcher's jade statue is no longer in his possession?" Ailin gripped Elsa's hand tightly, his brows furrowed.