Fierce Battle! That Wolf Cub Was a Sorcerer!!!

Sam's hesitation was not surprising.

The darkness was even more intense, and many people stood indistinctly in the shadows of the tower, which even torches could not illuminate.

They held torches, but their faces were hidden in the darkness.

Only the cold glint of armor and blades flashed fiercely in the howling wind.

Ailin seemed to sense something and tilted his ear to the right.

The heavy clatter of hooves, the screeching of heavy armor, and the low, deliberate footsteps came from all directions, slowly but with a suffocating force, like thick dark clouds before a storm, pressing down tightly, creating a tense atmosphere.

The torch flickered with a bright flame.

The firelight completely surrounded Dante and Ailin in the center.

At first glance, it looks as if another prison-like cage, surrounded by blazing flames, has been built in this hellish place that is already a prison.

The "enthusiastic" Drakkenberg were even more "hospitable" than Ailin and Dante had imagined. They even regretted greeting them in the reception room, not only coming down from the tower themselves but also making such a grand entrance to welcome them.

"Dante..."

"Why stop? Keep going..." Dante, carrying Ailin on his back, lowered his head and squinted, "unintentionally" leaning against Sam's back, causing him to stumble and fall towards the dark figure at the tower entrance. He asked in a daze, "How much longer? Where's the doctor? Why have we been walking for so long and still haven't arrived?"

The imposing, bearded Evans shoved Sam aside as he tumbled to the ground, then stepped forward, surrounded by several guards, and squinted at Dante by the firelight.

"Master Dante's injuries are also quite serious!" Evans said softly.

This is a certainty, not a question.

Sam lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

He looked at Dante and his strange apprentice Ailin, and felt a chilling despair in his heart.

Wyatt, holding a large shield that shimmered with a dim, magical glow, and his shield guard, stood in front of Evans and Drakkenberg's garrison warlock, Derek Vasquez, as imposing and unapproachable as Kaer Trolde Mountains.

Milo and his nearly fifty heavily armored cavalrymen, brandishing their gleaming lances, marched across the stone bridge they had come from. Though they looked ordinary, unlike Wyatt's troops, they shimmered with magical light.

But the beasts they had left to ride were not ordinary horses.

Beneath the cold helmet, the rider's eyes were bloodshot, and his heavy breath spewed out a gray mist filled with the smell of sulfur.

Its teeth were sharp, and thin strips of bloody flesh were stuck between them.

Sam knew without even thinking where the flesh and blood left between those hideous teeth came from.

Even more terrifying is...

Carlo has not yet shown up.

Sam didn't think he hadn't come; he was even afraid that the next moment, Carlo appear, carrying the head of Master Dante or Ailin, just like that Elven Knower of the Way once was.

"It's over!" Sam felt as if his entire body had been plunged into an ice cellar, a chill running down his spine. "If we were in Lord Evans's room, with Master Dante's strength, even if we couldn't find the missing apprentice, we would have had a chance to escape. But now..."

"With an apprentice who's just a disguise and has little real ability, even if Master Dante deals with the three captains, there are still at least several hundred fully armed guards surrounding the area..."

"They can't escape even if they grow wings!"

"There's no way to escape!"

Sam grew increasingly desperate.

Evans looked at Dante, who was swaying and seemed too badly injured to tell which way was up, and chuckled:

"Master Dante, are you so badly injured that you can't even recognize the way?"

"You've arrived at your destination!"

"Who are you?" Dante looked up with difficulty, his body trembling slightly, his brown Cat Eyes slightly dilated, his expression blank, and asked slowly.

"I am Drakkenberg's manager. You can call me Evans. I welcome Master Dante on behalf of Drakkenberg ..." Evans stared at Dante and bowed dramatically, patting his chest.

While Dante was exchanging perfunctory pleasantries with Evans, his mind was racing with a rapid and intense discussion with Ailin.

They had previously asked Sam in detail about the strength of Evans' group and the environment around the trap.

But the solution in a small room would naturally be different from what we have now.

The enemy was so eager to move the battlefield to the front of the tower. After that, the original plan needed to be changed drastically.

This is important to both of the Witchers.

After all, they have never fought together before. Even if they can't achieve a synergistic effect, they can at least not hinder each other.

Otherwise, if a Flash of Light or Blinding Spell isn't coordinated well and causes a teammate to go blind, it could create a crisis even if there wasn't one.

Moreover, since transmigrating to the world of Witcher, apart from Witchers and Warlocks, Ailin has never dealt with the regular human army of this world.

He didn't believe that the nobles who could transcend various extraordinary professions and seize control of this world relied solely on political means and the self-discipline of the Conclave of Sorcerers.

Especially in Drakkenberg, a massive prison that had never been breached by magically skilled elves.

After quickly discussing the general tactics, Dante asked, "Can you still see any trace of Bont?"

"Right in that tower, the footprints disappeared behind that wizard..." Ailin leaned against Dante's shoulder, squinting at the red mark on the ground.

"Then we'll rush in and rescue Bont first..."

"No! Master Dante!" Ailin interrupted Dante, "You should gather some information first..."

"It's impossible for a local nobleman, a manager of the Drakkenberg prison, and a male wizard from the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate to suddenly join forces to harm you for no reason. They have no grudge against you."

"If a real fight breaks out, there's no guarantee that anyone will be left alive..."

Upon hearing this, Dante hesitated for a moment, his voice slightly weak. "Okay, I... I'll try..."

Then.

"Evans?" Dante took a deep breath, blinked hard, and exclaimed in surprise, "Why are there so many people here? No! That's not important, Lord Evans, quickly call the physician for me, my apprentice..."

Dante's acting skills seem to have improved a lot after Sam exposed him.

Ailin, standing on his back, could fully feel the extreme weakness, doubt, anxiety, impatience... a complex mix of emotions.

It must be said that every Witcher Master who can perfectly control their physical body is a born actor.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

After Dante finished speaking, Evans was about to speak when the mage Derek Vasquez, dressed in a brown mage's robe, impatiently interrupted him:

"He's just an unarmed and severely injured experimental subject. What's the point of telling him to do this?"

"Stop wasting time, Evans!"

"Hurry up and have them all arrested. Two Witchers and one Witcher Master are just enough for a control experiment. I can't wait to create genetically modified creatures for Alzure and Cosimo Malaspina that are even more powerful than the Witchers..."

Derek Vasquez's tone was almost manic.

The lustful gazes fixed on Dante and Ailin were like licking the faces of two School of the Wolf Witcher Master with foul tongues, making one extremely uncomfortable.

"That damned arrogant wizard..." Evans, interrupted and reprimanded, looked grim, but he still waved his hand and commanded:

"Milo, block their retreat! Everyone else, get to them..."

"Wait!" Derek Vasquez interrupted Evans. "And try not to kill them."

"Living materials are more valuable than dead ones!"

The surrounding soldiers watched silently as Evans was repeatedly interrupted by the male wizard.

Evans noticed the stares around him, his face darkened, and he shouted:

"Don't they Long-ears?"

"What are you all standing there for? Get up here!"

"Yes, Lord Evans!" Wyatt, who had been glared at, trembled and immediately brandished his tower shield, ordering several shield guards to charge at the witcher.

"You go yourself!" Evans said. "Listen to Lord Derek Vasquez, don't kill Master Dante and his apprentice!"

"But..."

"No buts!" Evans said gloomily. "What trouble can a badly wounded witcher cause? Go now!"

"Yes!"

Wyatt, leading a large group of his men, immediately and cautiously approached the open space in front of the tower, carrying their giant shields.

Besides Wyatt, the ordinary guards also carried torches and tightened the encirclement.

Only Milo remained, with his heavy cavalry, standing on the stone bridge where Dante and Ailin had come from.

"Sorry..." Dante, whose acting skills were superb but whose lines and script were inadequate, awkwardly apologized in his mind, "Should we keep them alive now?"

"Let's proceed as planned..." Looking at the approaching enemy, Ailin remained silent for a moment, then sighed.

Enemies who enjoy lengthy discourses truly only exist in entertainment works.

He squinted at the approaching enemy.

Wyatt, at least two meters tall and with the physique of a fully grown black bear, approached, shield in hand, while Evans was fooling the fool:

"Master Dante, don't resist. These people are here to take you and your apprentice to heal your wounds..."

"You have no weapons, don't resist..."

Dante rolled his eyes.

Having lost face in front of Vesemir's apprentices time and again, he no longer wanted to waste his energy pretending and simply lowered his head.

His swaying body was, at best, his response to Evans's attempt to fool the fool.

Neither Evans nor Derek Vasquez had any doubts.

On the contrary, Derek Vascoss thought that Dante was seriously injured and almost unconscious, and was particularly dissatisfied with Wyatt's caution, constantly urging Wyatt not to be passive and to rush over quickly.

Wyatt had no choice but to reluctantly retract the tower shield that was pressed against the ground.

The tower shield, intricately carved with ancient runes and forming a cluster of shining stars, dimmed instantly upon being raised, causing its yellowish magical glow to fade.

The imposing presence that Wyatt possessed, comparable to a towering mountain, vanished considerably.

It was at this very moment.

Dante's swaying body suddenly stopped, like a roly-poly toy that had been wobbling without any external force.

"Hold on tight, Ailin!" Dante roared in his mind.

With a loud thud, he stomped his right foot on the ground, shattering the already cracked stone slab.

With a gust of wind, like a fully drawn arrow, it shot towards Derek Vasquez, who was still sneering.

Wyatt had just raised his giant shield, had no time to stop him, and probably didn't even realize that in the blink of an eye, Dante had passed him.

Then turn to the side and lower your head.

While dodging the other shield guards who instinctively swung their swords, he also casually extended his right hand, drew a triangle in front of him, and calmly cast a pale golden Quen Shield on himself.

In the blink of an eye.

Dante had already crossed dozens of meters and stepped within two steps of the wizard Derek Vasquez.

At this moment, Derek Vascoss realized that something was wrong. He stared in horror, flailing his arms and legs without even summoning his staff or releasing the simplest magical barrier.

"Hmph, the experimental wizards of Riesberg," Dante scoffed in his mind, then shouted, "Ah..."

Ailin was faster Dante could summon. Just as his right foot Derek within two steps of Patrick Vasquez, his hands empty, he swung his arms, about to spin, when a shout rang out in Dante's mind:

"Draw your sword!"

immediately.

"Clang!"

The void seemed like the scabbard of a long sword.

Amidst the clanging of metal against metal, an obsidian weighted ball, a hilt wrapped in dragon lizard leather, a square cross-shaped hilt, and a meteorite iron blade etched with incantations... the moment Dante drew an ancient steel sword from the void, it cleaved through the air and struck Derek Vasquez's slender neck...

The next moment...

"Click~"

Like shattered glass, the emerald fastening the mage's robe to Derek Vasquez's chest suddenly broke.

The brown mage's robe was instantly enveloped in a layer of green light.

"Watch out, Dante!" Ailin warned telepathically, "He has an instant trigger..."

"I know!" Dante's brown Cat Eyes suddenly narrowed to slits, he pursed his lips, and turned to the side.

The emerald light shattered abruptly, exploding into a massive shockwave, much like a high-level Quen.

Even though Dante had anticipated this, in order to protect Ailin and prevent him from revealing his strength prematurely, he still blocked most of the shockwave for Ailin when he turned to the side.

Therefore, the body involuntarily paused.

"I hate male wizards, especially rich ones..." Dante frowned and cursed in his mind.

"Same here!" Ailin echoed, "I also hate rich wizards."

"But it's alright, this wizard isn't exactly rich, he only has one," he glanced at the stunned wizard, and continued, "Do you need my help?"

"No need..." Dante took a step back, steadied himself, and shook his head. "I'll kill him with the next sword strike!"

"In addition..."

"Not all warlocks are as wealthy as Lady Vesemir. Having one is already quite rich; we can't use 'only'!"

The word "only" was still echoing in his mind when Dante, taking advantage of the dissipation of the shockwave, narrowed his eyes, spun around, brandished his sword, and charged forward.

At this moment.

"Ah--"

Derek Vasques, still reeling from the sudden life-or-death ordeal, let out a sharp, woman-like scream from his gaunt, oak-bark-like face.

Awakened by the screams, Evans, stunned by the sight of Dante suddenly drawing his longsword, drew his own and shouted, "Protect Lord Derek Vasquez!"

Then he took a step back, unintentionally clearing a passage, and hid behind the two remaining shield guards.

Then he heard Derek Vasquez scream again!

"That wolf cub is a sorcerer!!!"