The palace hall fell into silence.
Assassin?
Then there were jeers.
"Haha, you are so brave. You dare to break into the palace alone and want to kill our king?"
"Witcher? Is that Monstrum? They are all brainless guys after all!"
"Guard! Guard!"
Under the commotion, rows of guards wearing metal armor strode towards Arwen's position with fierce momentum.
"Zavist, take him down, take off his hood, I will hang him on the top of the city to entertain tonight!"
Edi Holding the handle of the lord's chair with both hands, he slowly stood up with a low voice.
Zavist bowed and saluted, "Your Majesty, I am willing to serve you."
Arwen is surrounded by cat's eyes, and the palace guards are coming towards him from two directions to arrest him.
Raising his arms, his sleeves were windless, his hands suddenly shot out, and the dark blue Signs quickly condensed.
[Dual Souls]'s dual cast activation effect.
"Boom!"
The terrifying energy carried the biting frost and struck out in a fan-shaped range.
"Kakaka!"
The fine golden armor of the palace guards was instantly frozen, making a heartbreaking sound.
The exposed skin under the helmet was covered with ice and frost, constantly stinging their nerves.
His eyes were like fragile glass, bursting one after another.
Blood mist spread in the hall.
"Ah!"
Seeing this scene, many noble women present screamed and fled to both sides.
But the witcher was guarding the gate, and they were forced into the hall.
Zavist's face darkened, and he held his right hand in the air, and a mahogany staff appeared in his hand.
The top of the staff is inlaid with a translucent orb.
The lips kept opening and closing, and the spell had been sung.
The staff orb shone brightly, and countless sharp wind blades turned into tornadoes, heading towards the demon hunter's position.
Wherever he went, the carpets were torn into dense long strips, the tables and chairs were turned into sawdust, and even the hard metal decorations were strangled into pieces.
High-level magic [Wind Blade Tornado]!
This is Zavist's famous skill. Countless wizards have been defeated by this magic and have been carved into skeletons by thousands of wind blades.
Zavist Seeing that the black-clothed demon hunter did not dodge, his eyes filled with metallic light burst into mockery.
How could a little demon hunter who only knew how to mess with Signs be a match for a wizard?
The extremely powerful tornado blew Arwen's wizard robe.
He clapped his hands violently and grasped the void.
The magic around him instantly went berserk.
A piece of bright yellow lightning that was as thick as an arm and three meters long was held in his hand.
[Alzur's Lightning]
Sharp and rapid thunder suddenly exploded, and the eardrums of everyone present were about to pierce. The stained glass vibrated at high frequency, but it did not break. It was protected by magic power, preventing the outside world from discovering what was going on inside.
The lightning spear was thrown, and small bright yellow flashes spread around the yellow bolt like a spider web.
"Pah!"
[Wind Blade Tornado] was penetrated and torn to pieces under the extremely violent force.
Lightning magic, like gravity magic, is one of the highest-level magics.
The former is more powerful than the latter in terms of power and killing power.
Zavist The blue light in both eyes was annihilated.
"No!"
An exclamation of disbelief came from his mouth.
How could a demon hunter cast magic in such a short time, and it was Alzur's Lightning!
As a leader in the wizarding world, he naturally knows the reputation of Alzur and the magic of Alzur.
This is a forbidden technique!
He wanted to escape, but it was already too late.
The lightning spear pierced along his brow bone, flesh and blood bloomed like flowers, and hot lightning lines spread along his muscles.
Whole body.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
In the blink of an eye, the muscles began to carbonize, the internal organs were destroyed by lightning, and the blood evaporated and turned into a white heat wave.
The rich smell of barbecue wafts away.
"Tap-tap-tap!"
A pair of round beads dropped to the ground and rolled for a long time before stopping.
They were a pair of lapis lazuli gemstones, worth at least tens of thousands of crowns, but their smooth and bright surfaces had become dull, and were still attached to flesh, blood, and nerves.
These are the eyes created by Zavist, which have the effect of seeing into all things.
All the nobles present froze on the spot, their aloof posture completely gone, and the atmosphere of panic quickly spread among the crowd.
Instant kill!
Zavist was actually killed instantly by a demon hunter.
How is this possible?
King Idi looked blank, and for a moment he even suspected that his eyesight was dim.
He moved his lower lip, "Damian----"
However, he discovered that the intelligence chief who was beside him just now had gone somewhere.
Maybe I found a table with a table blanket and hid in it.
Arwen walked forward.
Getting closer.
King Idi left the lord's chair, but he was too old and was caught up by the witcher before he took a few steps.
Arwen reached out his right hand and grabbed Edi's back collar like lightning.
The eyes are neither happy nor sad.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
The Edi in front of me turned into nothing, and my vision became distorted.
"Phantom magic? Not only that, but also spiritual magic----"
Outside, the black-robed demon hunter only reached the middle of the long horseshoe-shaped table.
There are still five meters away from Edi.
Edi was still standing where he was, but it could be seen from the rolling of his throat that he was extremely uneasy inside.
However, the strong winds and waves he had seen over the years finally allowed him to remain calm.
"This----what's going on now?"
Damian got out from under which table.
The panicked nobles also asked in low voices, wondering what happened.
Why is this witcher just standing there?
"Haha!"
Edi laughed wildly, "A mere demon hunter still wants to kill me? How arrogant!"
"Stregobor! You did a great job!"
In the corner of the palace hall, among the shadows, a figure slowly walked out.
The visitor was a middle-aged man, wearing a purple wizard robe and holding a staff. He strolled to the long horseshoe table.
Many princes and ministers recognized him immediately after seeing him.
"It's Master Stregobor."
"Now this witcher can't make trouble."
Everyone's anxious hearts were slightly relieved.
Stregobor, King Idi's court wizard.
He is much older than Zavist. Likewise, his attainments in magic are not comparable to those of the latter.
Especially his illusion magic is enough to make people look real and fake, and even allow people to actually touch and feel it.
Under illusion, flowers will have fragrance, apples can be eaten, and bees can sting people.
Even women can have close contact with him.
As long as it is what you want in your heart, it can all come true.
What followed was infinite sinking.
He is a true master of illusion and has few rivals.
"Your Majesty," Stregobor said in a low voice and furrowed his brows. The pressure on him from the demon hunter in front of him was considerable.
"He has fallen into my control. His mental power is very strong, and I cannot control him for too long."
King Idi hurriedly sent the order.
"Come here, put this demon hunter to death immediately!"
After the words fell, the remaining palace guards drew their swords and stepped forward.
Within illusion.
Arwen The surroundings are filled with fog.
A vague figure slowly appeared.
It is Stregobor.
The other party's posture was casual and his voice was ethereal.
"I'll give you a chance to get out of here, Witcher, and go back to where you belong."
Arwen ignored it and stepped forward.
But it always maintains the same distance from Stregobor.
"Hey----"
Stregobor sighed, "It's really stubborn."
Immediately, the figure began to blur and twist, and four figures crawled out of his body and floated towards the location of the demon hunter.
But Stregobor was stunned on the spot, his expression falling into extreme horror.
He knew that the opponent's mental power was very strong, so he did not use mental attacks.
After all, if there is a mental collision between strong men, it is easy to end up injuring the enemy by a thousand and oneself losing eight hundred.
So he chose to use illusions that can arouse the other party's desires to confuse the other party.
According to common sense, the shadow he clones is either gold and silver treasures or a charming woman.
But why, it's all him, everyone is him!
Is this person in front of me gay?
Stregobor had a terrible thought in his heart, and involuntarily took a step back and tightened his buttocks.
No, absolutely not.
Unless, unless your illusion has been cracked by the other party.
How is this possible?
The witcher raised his head, his cat eyes showing a mocking look.
"Pah!"
The world of illusion collapsed rapidly.
"Wow!"
Stregobor fell to his knees, his face turned pale, and blood spat out from his mouth.
"Quick----quick----"
He didn't have time to think too much and shouted loudly.
But with blurry vision, he could only see the palace guard lying on the ground, twitching continuously.
"Go around----spare your life----"
The collapse of the illusion caused him severe mental damage, and his voice was intermittent and full of prayer.
He could only watch helplessly as the pair of wizard boots arrived in front of him.
"Don't kill me----I just use money to do things----"
Arwen lowered his gaze.
Stregobor is not a good person.
As he said, he only takes money to do things.
The most obvious one is Curse of the Black Sun.
According to legend, girls born under the dark sun will suffer this curse.
The mage Etibald once predicted that the world would perish in the dark sun, or in the hands of the sixty girls who were poisoned by Curse of the Black Sun.
This prophecy was widely circulated at that time due to the influence of Etibald.
Even ordinary solar eclipses are regarded as black suns.
But Etibald's prediction is not nonsense.
Girls born during this time period do have twisted personalities and are often violent.
But it cannot be ruled out that this rumor has brought them a painful life.
Brotherhood of Sorcerers Many people are also very interested in this.
In order to help Brotherhood of Sorcerers learn more about Curse of the Black Sun, he paid and invited Stregobor to study it.
Stregobor has done a lot of dissections and even in vivo experiments.
He saw a lot and gradually became a believer in Curse of the Black Sun.
As a result, I did a lot of stupid things.
In the future, there will also be intersections between Renfri the Shrike and Geralt.
However, according to time calculation, the current Renfri has not been born yet, and Stregobor has not fallen into it.
It would be a pity to kill him so carelessly.
"I'll give you a chance to keep everyone present. Is there no problem?"
Stregobor looked up, with ecstasy in his eyes.
"No problem."
Immediately, his mental power spread out.
Everyone has fallen into an illusion.
Except of course Edi.
His old pupils were condensed, and he subconsciously wanted to step back, but he stumbled and fell to the ground, tearing off a corner of the long horseshoe-shaped tablecloth.
The exquisite silver dinner plate clattered to the ground, and the plump fruits rolled to the ground.
"Where do you want to go?"
Edi kept pulling at the ground with his hands, his voice trembling.
"You can't kill me, I am the king of Kovir----"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the face under the black wizard robe.
The heart stopped.
This face was all too familiar to him.
The king of Kovir Baldwin·Thyssen.
Every time he thought of the madness that day, his blood boiled all over.
But now, he was shivering from the cold.
The endless killing intent made his body become stiff.
"You----"
The words for mercy were blocked in his throat, and warm blood overflowed.
His vision was upside down, and his neck was twisted by one hand.
"Ahem----"
The breath quickly drained from the palms of his hands.
Arwen suddenly felt relaxed all over, as if the obsession deep in his soul finally dissipated at this moment.
The crown slipped off and he threw Edi, who looked vicious and frightened, in front of the long horse-shoe table.
Stregobor Seeing this scene, he held his chest and stepped aside, not daring to breathe.
I was thinking crazily in my mind.
When did such a powerful character appear in The Witcher?
That School of the Griffin who was good at magic? There has been no trace of him for a long time.
School of the Cat, this regicide seems like something they can do, but it's definitely not.
School of the Bear----School of the Viper----
Until the end, he remembered School of the Wolf who became famous in Kaedwen.
The Raven the Witcher who is said to have disappeared after resisting Hydra Evil God------
He swallowed the bloody saliva.
Arwen slowly sat down on the lord's chair.
The back of the chair is engraved with exquisite patterns, and the handle is made of sterling silver, like an armor gauntlet.
In my memory, this position was often occupied by his cheap father Baldwin.
To be honest, this chair is as hard as a wooden board to sit on, but it is something Thyssen family has been passed down from generation to generation. It was born in humble beginnings, so naturally it does not have the majesty and grandeur of a real throne.
But it is of great significance.
I just didn't expect that Edi would keep me and become his exclusive lord chair.
Are you showing off as a trophy?
Place your elbows on the table and hold your palms empty.
He looked at the hall in front of him.
Edi's princes and nobles stood blankly on both sides, with silly smiles on their faces, sinking into a beautiful fantasy. Some even took off their pants on the spot and thrust into the air violently, making all kinds of ugly appearances.
This is how it feels among thousands of people?
That seems to be it---- almost meaning----
Where's the gun salute?
Where are the congratulations?
Where are the ministers who came to the audience!?
At the same time, the dark night outside the hall gradually lit up.
Little sparks lit up like a prairie fire.
It's the torch and the steel blade.
The outer city began to stir.
Then comes the inner city.
The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, resounding through the sky.
The palace guards officially confront Istredd.
There were wailings all over the road, corpses everywhere, dead horses and broken flags, and blood flowing along the cracks of the bricks to form a stream.
Istredd cut off the head of a guard. The armor was stained with blood and his hair was messy, like a ghost from hell.
The killing did not satisfy him, but inspired greater greed and desire in his heart.
The throne, the throne is right in front of you!
He will become the king of Kovir!
Marquis Preston stood beside him, feeling something was wrong.
This is too easy. How could the Palace Guard Knights be defeated so easily?
This is not at all the fighting power that Edi Moxia should have in his memory.
Also, even though they were all killed right in front of them, the palace hall not far away was still brightly lit, without any sign of restlessness.
It's like waiting for them quietly.
"Your Highness----"
Preston's words haven't been spoken yet.
Istredd is already walking towards the palace hall impatiently----