Tissaia knows that the turning point of events lies with King Vadislaus.
So she ignored Pya and spoke to King Vadislaus again in a serious tone.
"Your Majesty, when the demon hunters built the castle deep in the Blue Mountains, they had the tacit approval of the first king of Kingdom of Kaedwen. The reason why the demon hunters refused to perform military service was because they wanted to abide by the Witcher's Code formulated for them by their "father", the legendary warlock Alzur."
Pya said sadly.
"Well, Ms. Tissaia, you are saying that the king's order is not as effective as the last words of a warlock who has been dead for who knows how many years. Is that what you mean?"
"Of course not..."
Before Tissaia could finish speaking, Vadislaus stood up and interrupted angrily.
"I have heard enough, and there is no need to waste your precious time and mine anymore, Ms. Tissaia. I respect you as the dean of Aretuza and one of the members of Chapter of the Gift and the Art in Brotherhood of Sorcerers, but this does not mean that I will be at your mercy."
"You heard me clearly, ma'am, I'm just going to tell you something:"
"Either you help me take down that filthy castle, you will gain a lot of wealth, and Kaedwen's court will be open to the Aretuza Academy."
"Sorceresses who have graduated from your academy will be given priority when applying for the position of court sorcerer at Kaedwen."
"And, my personal personal friendship and gratitude."
"Of course, if you don't like these..." Vadislaus's face changed and he said sternly.
"Then leave, madam, take your hypocrisy and ignorance, leave this land, leave my country!"
"Your students, it's best not to go to Kaedwen, otherwise they will find that they are not welcome at Kaedwen!"
Tissaia was so angry that his face was livid.
But in the end nothing was said.
"As you wish, Your Majesty, I hope you won't regret it in the future."
After saying this, she opened a portal and left without looking back.
Lynn and Fringilla outside the tent listened to the whole argument inside.
The sorceress noticed that the witcher's eyes had been staring at the king's neck.
"These are all illusions that appear in front of you. You can't interfere with any results. These pasts are not even your memories. Even if you kill him, you can't change the present. It will only get deeper and deeper."
"I know."
Lynn took a deep breath.
He did not draw the sword.
But take steps forward.
Fringilla breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, I also realized why my uncle had repeatedly warned me sternly not to open this book no matter what happened.
Because the nightmare world generated now was created based on demon hunters.
It has nothing to do with her.
That's why she was able to look at the problem from the perspective of a bystander.
If she was the one in the game, it would be hard to tell.
The two walked through the endless tents and walked out of the military camp.
At this time, waves of horn sounds suddenly sounded behind them, and Kaedwen's army seemed to be swarming towards the distant Demon Hunter Castle.
The infantrymen held spears, swords and maces and ran desperately towards Kaer Morhen. The studded leather armor and chainmail armor they wore made noises as they ran.
Everyone roared like wild beasts.
Their morale was high because the king promised them that as long as they broke the castle, they would be free to plunder the contents as they pleased.
Although the impression given by witchers is that they are usually extremely poor.
But in a farmer's home, there is food, drink, a wife and daughters.
Would there be no shiny gold coins in the castle of a bunch of witchers?
Maybe the witcher's castle is not as rich as a noble's castle, and the wealth inside may not be enough to distribute to everyone, but as long as you get there first and grab a lot, it will be enough.
As for the counterattack and resistance that may be encountered, no one has thought about it.
Although those mutants have been transformed, their number is still too small. There are only a few dozen mutant freaks, but there are thousands of them.
Each of them can block a river with a whip. There are only dozens of mutant freaks, what can they do to stop them?
At this time, the forward of the Kaedwen army was already close to only a few dozen meters away from Kaer Morhen.
There was still no movement on the castle.
Some soldiers couldn't help but start to wonder what was going on.
Could it be that he was so scared that he surrendered?
Then they should put their heads in their hands, throw their weapons aside when leaving the city, and kneel on the ground...
A general feeling of optimism began to spread among the soldiers.
They felt that their side had already won, and those mutants must have been frightened out of their wits, so they were hiding in the basement or somewhere else like turtles, shivering and praying in the hope that they could escape.
With this mentality, the soldiers climbed down the trench and set up several ladders on the ground of the trench.
To be fair, the witcher's castle in front of you is very grand, more grand than many noble castles.
As long as there are hundreds of soldiers and enough food in the city, they can defend it until death in front of Kaedwen's army.
But in reality there is no if.
No matter how grand the castle is, it will be meaningless if the defenders lose the courage and confidence to resist.
But at this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Look up there!"
Some soldiers who heard the reminder were stunned for a moment, then looked up.
I saw a few figures in robes appearing on the castle tower that was empty just now.
They are the warlocks stationed in Kaer Morhen.
The warlocks stationed in the fort chanted in unison. After a moment, an oval-shaped crack suddenly opened in the sky, and a large amount of green liquid poured down like heavy rain.
The soldiers who had been climbing up the ladder just now all screamed and climbed down from the ladder.
The places where the green liquid stuck became sticky and slippery, making it impossible to grasp.
Soon, not only the ladder but also the trench was covered with a layer of green liquid that touched people's ankles.
"These are... oils?"
The crack in the sky closed again, as if it had never appeared before.
But before those soldiers could react, the mages stationed in the fort made new moves.
Without exception, their hands were blazing with flames.
However, their target is not the soldiers of Kaedwen, but the trench outside the city wall.
Several fireballs were accurately shot into the trench, immediately igniting the oil that had reached the soldiers' ankles.
Boom!
A wall of fire suddenly appeared and instantly engulfed the soldiers trapped in the trench.
In order to be the first to scale the city wall and rush into the castle, a large number of soldiers crowded into the trenches.
As a result, a large number of lives were mercilessly devoured by the fire.
Not only the trench, but also the ground outside the trench was covered with a lot of oil, so the fire also spread outside.
As for the city wall, there was a warlock stationed in the fort who released a protective magic to protect the city wall.
The fire easily drove back the army that had been so aggressive just now.
The blazing fire illuminated the frightened expressions on their faces.
The worst-case scenario they had imagined before was that at most they would be stabbed through the stomach by the mutant's steel sword or killed by their sorcery.
But the sorcerers at Ban Ade Academy said that mutant witchcraft is very weak and can only kill one person at a time, just like a sword.
Moreover, when they release witchcraft, they cannot slash with their swords at the same time.
In other words, whether they use swords or release witchcraft, they can only target one person.
Others can take advantage of this moment to rush up, cut it into eight pieces, and chop it into minced meat.
But who would have thought that so many people would have died before they even saw the mutants.
Looking at the sea of fire in front of them, the surviving soldiers turned pale.
But just when they were still in shock, the sound of swords cutting into flesh and screams sounded again from all directions.
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