"Witcher, surrender, you are no match for me."
Ortolan put his hands behind his back and walked forward with a stern look in his eyes.
Following the low voice, the chaotic magic around him continued to surge like boiling sea water.
The terrifying air current centered on himself, constantly washing away the surroundings.
White hair was flying, and the stained glass was squeezed and then exploded, causing everyone to scream in shock.
Istredd stepped back involuntarily, feeling the cold breath and feeling fearful in his heart.
This is a grandmaster level wizard, so powerful.
Arwen leaned forward.
In an instant, the figure turned into a shadow.
Ortolan's pupils were condensed, and with his powerful mental perception, he could not even detect where Arwen was, as if he had disappeared on the spot.
What kind of concealment technique is this?
Or some kind of magic?
Ortolan felt fear in his heart. His long lifespan of hundreds of years can be called ancient.
Strong vigilance kept telling him.
Danger!
But a demon hunter actually scared him. How could this be possible?
"Boom!"
As soon as he thought about it, a powerful force penetrated his abdomen. The force exploded in his body, and his internal organs instantly shattered, and his whole frame trembled.
"Wow!"
Muddy blood spit out from the mouth.
Ortolan's eyes were bulging, and there were stars in his eyes. He could only vaguely see the demon hunter flashing in front of his eyes, punching him in the abdomen, like thousands of swords piercing his body.
"What--when?"
Blood continued to flow from the gap between his teeth, and there were even some small pieces of minced meat, which were his crushed internal organs.
With such an injury, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
But he is a master-level wizard, and his vitality is extremely strong. As long as his head doesn't explode, he has a chance of survival.
The demon hunter lowered his head, with cold cat eyes, looking directly at the old man, who was hunched over and trembling with pain.
"Istredd, is this the helper you are looking for?"
Istredd heard this, his expression was horrified.
Suddenly, a silvery white light suddenly appeared.
The light spots condensed behind Ortolan, continued to spread, rubbed out orange-red sparks, and were blown away by the strong wind.
Ortolan I only have one thought now.
That is to live, we must live!
Arwen couldn't help but look at the other party.
Being able to open the portal so quickly under such pain is no longer something ordinary wizards can do.
But, it was completely useless to him.
A trace of [Magic Suppression Domain] breath came out.
The chaotic magic power gathering towards the portal suddenly stopped, falling into a dead silence.
Ortolan was puzzled, extreme fear had overwhelmed his body and mind.
"What did you do? Magic? Why doesn't the magic move?"
Arwen raised his hand, made a palm knife with his five fingers, and made a sudden stroke in front of his eyes, the air was cut and exploded.
Ortolan's old head flew up, and warm liquid sprayed everywhere like a fountain.
When Stregobor not far away saw this scene, he was so frightened that he even wanted to secretly open the portal and leave.
But the breath Arwen just released, just a little bit, made him unable to control his body, shaking like chaff0
This is the famous Grandmaster Ortolan in the wizarding world, and he died like this?
It simply refreshed his outlook on life.
I'm also glad that I didn't completely offend the other party.
Otherwise, he might end up like this.
"Pah!"
The head rolled on the ground several times and came to Istredd's feet.
The latter's body could not help but tremble, his eyes widened, and he stared in horror at the Grandmaster's head, which had not closed his eyes.
When his eyes met, he saw horror and resentment.
"Istredd----you----you hurt me----"
The turbid smell sighed from the lips of the old head, like a hungry rat in a barn chewing on the wooden boards, which was horrifying.
Istredd felt his heart twitching, as if he had been strangled by something, the blood in his body was stagnant, and his hands and feet were cold.
Curse!
Ortolan was unwilling to give in and was very resentful. Before his death, he used his last strength to cast a curse on Istredd.
"Ah!!!"
Istredd's dark hair began to turn gray, and his smooth skin showed wrinkles. He screamed in horror and kept looking at the approaching figure of the demon hunter.
"Kill him! Get them all! Kill this damn Monstrum!"
"If anyone kills him, I will name him Earl! I will promise him anything!"
Istredd covered his face and was extremely embarrassed.
Marquis Preston drew his sword and stood between the two of them.
Although he and Istredd have recently disagreed on their ideas, they still uphold the knight's virtue of loyalty.
"Witcher, please step back!"
Arwen stopped in his tracks, Marquis Preston, as the father of Zerika, even in this situation, he can still stand up, which is indeed a lesson in loyalty.
Preston sighed in his heart. He had already advised him that the demon hunter in front of him was not someone to be trifled with. If he fulfilled his previous agreement honestly, nothing would happen.
"Marquis, you are indeed brave, but I have a question, are you loyal to Istredd or Thyssen royal family."
For such a loyal person, Arwen does not intend to kill him directly.
If you can subdue Mo Xia, you can solve a lot of troublesome things.
Preston frowned, "I don't understand what you mean? I am loyal to Thyssen royal family, and Istredd is the only remaining orthodox bloodline of Thyssen royal family, so I can't let you take another step forward."
"Preston, what nonsense are you talking to him? Where are my three thousand dead soldiers? Come on and kill him!"
But the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
Preston also felt a sharp aura, like a light on his back.
He glanced at both sides with his peripheral vision, his heart pounding.
At some point, the two city walls were filled with figures.
Their bodies are slender, and their ears are long and pointed, unlike humans.
Wearing green leather armor, their maroon wooden long bows were fully loaded with strings, and special silent arrows were already aimed at their location.
If there was even the slightest movement, they would be greeted by a storm of sharp arrows.
Elf? Why did it appear here?
Preston also suddenly realized at this moment.
So that's the case, no wonder it was so easy to capture the royal city. They were not the only ones secretly taking down the royal city's guards.
There are also elves.
A gust of fragrant wind blew towards his face, making his body stiffen.
The Dimeritium amulet on his body keeps shining.
But even with the protection of Dimeritium, he still felt a soft force coming towards him.
His body was already exhausted from a fight, and now it was even more difficult for him to swing a sword.
It's magic!
But how is this possible?
With Dimeritium, how could magic work on him?
Arwen His nose moved, and he smelled a hint of sweet smell from the fragrance of flowers.
Somewhat interesting.
What made Preston and the others incapacitated was not magic, but alchemy props, like sweat potion.
Through magic blowing to everyone's nose, Dimeritium can indeed resist the effects of magic.
But it has absolutely no effect on the wind, herbs and physiological characteristics of nature.
The visitor was wearing a formal white court dress, with hollow gold high heels on her feet. As she moved in lotus steps, her blond hair danced in the wind.
Beautiful facial features paired with white and delicate skin, pure and charming.
When everyone present saw her, many men looked infatuated and forgot about the situation they were in.
Even Istredd was stunned.
Such a woman is worthy of the king.
"Yes--he is a senior member of Francesca and Brotherhood of Wizards."
Stregobor was speechless and couldn't help but speak.
Although the voice was very soft, the surroundings were completely silent, and it also reached the ears of the princes and nobles in the hall, causing thunder to rise immediately.
This name is very popular among them. Francesca is called the most beautiful woman in the world.
I don't know how many nobles want to imprison them. After all, who doesn't have a few elf women hidden in their basement for people to play with?
If not, there wouldn't be so many elven hybrids in the world.
Francesca came to the front of the hall and bowed to salute.
"Francesca Fenbeda, on behalf of Iron Sid and his family, brings congratulatory gifts to the Lord Kovir."
Istredd had a silly smile on his lips.
Lord of Kovir?
This elf woman is here to help him.
Haha, it turns out that destiny is mine!
"Kill! Kill this witcher! Francesca, I order you, kill this witcher!"
Being cursed by Ortolan has made his mind blurred, and he cannot distinguish between friends and foes, so he can only follow the desires in his heart.
Marquis Preston's face was extremely ugly, and he already knew in his heart that the situation was over.
Thyssen family's revival, there is no hope anymore.
Francesca looked dull and didn't even wink at Istredd.
Istredd realized in hindsight that Francesca was not here to help him at all.
All three thousand dead soldiers collapsed on the ground, without any fighting ability.
He kept pursed his lips, turned around suddenly, staggered, and knelt down in front of the witcher's legs.
A trembling voice said, "Demon hunter! No, for God's sake, dear Mr. Wizard's Robe, all of this is a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
"I was just testing your loyalty. Your loyalty can be judged by the sun and the moon. It was my fault!"
"I can give you whatever you want!"
"King's advisor? Not enough, yes, how can this be enough! I will give you the position of prince! Protector of the country! I will recognize you as my godfather!"
Good or not!"
"As long as you spare my life, I promise Poviss to you!"
"And Zerika, my fiancée, I can see that she has a secret affection for you. As long as you are willing, as long as you nod, I will send her to your room, okay? Godfather!"
Istredd's voice was full of pleading.
Marquis Preston was furious when he heard Zerika's name.
"Istredd! What are you talking about!"
Under the roar, he staggered a step forward, but his whole body was quickly enveloped by a feeling of weakness, and he collapsed on the ground.
Arwen looked down at the ugly Istredd with a deep voice.
"This is not enough."
Istredd's body froze, and the hope in his heart was completely shattered.
But then he became extremely mad, and he saw the witcher's intention.
His face was distorted and his teeth were clenched.
"You! You want to usurp the throne! You dirty witcher! You want to usurp the throne!"
"You are looking for death! The throne of Kovir will never allow you to exist like this!"
"In this world, you are not allowed to become the king of Kovir!"
"Poviss, Hengfors League, Redania, Temeria, their monarch will definitely attack you, you have soiled the blood of the royal family!"
"You still colluded with the elves! By all gods," Istredd shouted hoarsely, "your sin is ---- unforgivable----"
Speaking of this, Istredd's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes changed from resentful to stunned to horrified.
Even Marquis Preston, who was on the sidelines with despair, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this scene, and exclaimed: How is this possible?
The wizard's hat fell quietly on the demon hunter's head, revealing a young face with straight features and short black hair that looked heroic.
Everyone present was in extreme shock.
Like, so similar.
This face is very similar to Istredd before he was cursed.
"Really long time no see?"
Arwen's tone was playful.
"You, who exactly are you!?"
Istredd murmured, and then his body trembled, as if he had thought of it.
"You are Arwen! Arwen·Thyssen!"
"No! How is this possible! You should be dead! Died in that farmer's yard! Just like father, how could you appear here!?"
"Fake! Everything is fake!"
"Yes! You used witchcraft! You are lying to me! You are lying to me!!!"
Istredd blushed.
Arwen took out a stone ring from the space ring and slowly put it on his hand.
Istredd opened his mouth wide. He knew that this ring was a stone ring symbolizing the children of the Thyssen family royal family.
He couldn't be more familiar with it, and he definitely couldn't lie.
Arwen scoffed.
"It seems that there is something hidden in this determination of my life and death."
After he finished speaking, his right hand reached out and came out Axii Sign.
Vast spiritual power swept through Istredd's mind.
Istredd's expression fell into a dull state, his head lowered, and he struggled to squeeze out words from his mouth.
"Yes----it's uncle----uncle told me that if the royal city fell, the damn Tina would die there. No one can stop me from becoming the king of Kovir----"
"Only you----Only Arwen----This internal trouble must be eradicated----Secret execution----Anyway----I don't like you anyway----It's just----I heard from my uncle later that the knight saw that you were pitiful and dumped you in a farmer's house in an abandoned village----Later----I never saw that knight again----"
Arwen The tip of his eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Also----there is also father----he is not in good health----needs to take medicine----uncle----uncle asked him to deliver medicine on time--
--"
"But----but----father----is dead--
"Now----I----I know it was poison----but I don't regret it----"
"I am the king of Kovir----the king----"
Marquis Preston was completely furious when he heard this.
"You traitor! Istredd! How could you do such a thing! Kill the king and kill the father!"
"Uncle!? Okay! Austin! Austin! I'm going to kill you!"
One of the three thousand dead soldiers was so frightened that he tried to leave with all his strength, but the heavy armor was like a mountain pressing on him, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Austin?
Arwen seems to have heard this name before.
I remembered, it was Istredd's staff on the tower that day.
Austin's voice is sharp and crying.
"No, that's not the case, he's talking nonsense!"
"Your Highness Arwen! Istredd is slandering me!"