Nazair's royal capital, Les Lane's Governor's Mansion.
Lynn couldn't help but smile after listening to Drake's report.
"Congratulations, she finally got what she wanted."
Although Lynn did not name anyone he was talking about.
But Drake understood who Lynn was referring to.
"Your Highness, Philippa's ambition is as bottomless as an abyss. If she integrates Redania into a monolith, I'm afraid it will pose a big threat to us."
Based on the intelligence network held by Drake, it has been confirmed that King Vizimir was assassinated by people sent by Philippa.
Not only that, after Philippa's lover, Dijkstra, discovered this, Philippa also tried to kill Dijkstra.
It was just that Dijkstra escaped.
So in Drake's mind, Philippa was labeled "Madman/dangerous".
Drake is not afraid of opponents with deep pockets. No matter how deep the pocket is, as long as it is still profit-driven, there will still be traces to follow.
What she fears most is the kind of person who does things based on her own will, or the kind of person who is a complete idiot.
The former is a tyrant and a coward.
And the latter...
It's better not to do anything.
Whenever you do something, you can always mess it up.
Afterwards, she said innocently, "It's not her fault, and she didn't want this to happen."
In Drake's opinion, Philippa is this kind of person.
If her master intends to associate with Philippa, then she Drake will risk her own life to remonstrate with him.
"It's okay, don't worry."
Philippa's ambition is as fast as her demise.
If I had to use one sentence to describe Philippa, it would be "a good person and a fun-loving person".
If she could be more cautious and learn lessons, she wouldn't be running around like a rat crossing the street again and again in the original plot.
The most ironic thing is that in the Witcher 3, after she finally regained her freedom, she actually tried to get involved in politics, and even set her sights on the position of court sorcerer in Nilfgaard.
It can only be said that this woman is truly a typical example of someone who will not die unless she seeks death. As long as she is a little content, it will not be difficult to live a happy life.
"One more thing, Ms. Philippa proposed to the Aretuza Academy that in order to deal with the new situation of Northern Kingdoms and the future of Brotherhood of Sorcerers, she proposed to hold a warlock summit at Thanedd Island."
"Well, the Warlock Summit, right? What do Ms. Tissaia and Ms. Margarita Laux-Antille say?"
"They want to hear your opinion, sir."
In the original world line, Scoia'tael provided a lot of help to the Nilfgaardian Empire during First Northern War.
They fought in the rear of Northern Kingdoms, attacking transport convoys and villages, making the north full of disgust towards inhuman races from top to bottom.
Therefore, after the end of First Northern War, Northern Kingdoms successfully committed many atrocities against non-human races.
Northerners can't tell who is Scoia'tael and who is not.
So northerners choose not to distinguish.
The princes and nobles acquiesced in what the thugs did to the inhuman race.
But now, due to Lynn, Nilfgaard is not only unable to survive with Marnadal Valley, but he himself has fallen into a civil war.
Those Scoia'tael operating in the north lost the guidance and financial support of foreign forces and fell into a situation of hesitation.
Therefore, until the end of First Northern War in this world line, Scoia'tael did not cause much damage in the north, and the hostility of the northerners towards non-human races was much less than in the original plot.
Therefore, the purpose of this warlock summit has changed from preventing the northerners from committing atrocities against non-human races to discussing the new situation and future of the north.
Lynn can't see through Philippa's little thoughts.
Don't you just hope to get support from Brotherhood of Sorcerers?
No matter what happens, you still need support from the Aretuza Academy.
"Go and tell Ms. Tissaia and Ms. Margarita Laux-Antille that I agree."
"Also, call Letho and the others over. I have a new task to give them."
Half a month later.
Thanedd Island, Garstang Palace.
"Don't you feel a little deserted?" Philippa gently shook the wine glass and glanced across the empty hall, "I thought I would summon all the warlocks, but I didn't expect that only so many came."
In the huge Garstang Palace, there are only two major management organizations of Brotherhood of Sorcerers - Chapter of the Gift and the Art and Supreme Council of Sorcerers. A total of nine members are present: Tissaia, Vilgefortz, Francesca, Terranova, Fercart, Radcliffe, Carduin, Philippa, Yennefer.
Actually there should have been ten people.
Gedigedus is not here.
Before the dinner party started, Tissaia had sent Aretuza's best medical warlocks to help Gedigedus diagnose and treat heart problems in accordance with Lynn's instructions.
"The nine of us are enough." Tissaia said calmly, looking directly at Philippa, "Let's get straight to the point, Philippa."
Philippa smiled slightly and spoke without hesitation, "Vilgefortz is a traitor from the north. He took refuge in Nilfgaard."
Philippa dared to expose Vilgefortz in front of him because at this time the entire Garstang Palace was shrouded in a forbidden magic barrier.
The nine warlocks present, except for Tissaia who controls the forbidden magic barrier, are unable to cast magic due to the forbidden magic barrier.
Philippa knows that Vilgefortz is second only to Tissaia, perhaps as powerful as Margarita Laux-Antille, Tissaia's most proud student and current dean of Aretuza, or slightly stronger than Margarita Laux-Antille.
But none of this matters.
Because as long as Tissaia and the forbidden magic barrier are there, Vilgefortz cannot make trouble.
Therefore, Philippa no longer bothers to play tricks and tricks, but plans to directly capture Vilgefortz.
Philippa's words are like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
Except for Tissaia and Yennefer, the two sorceresses who had already been "spoiled" by Lynn, the other sorcerers present looked shocked.
They all looked at Vilgefortz with disbelieving eyes.
But as the accused party, Vilgefortz still looked as normal, as if he was not the one being accused.
He smiled faintly and looked at Tissaia: "Ms. Dean, you don't believe Ms. Philippa's nonsense, do you?"
Although he has long since resigned as the dean of Aretuza, many warlocks are still used to calling Tissaia dean.
If Tissaia had never come into contact with Lynn, perhaps this dean, who is at the pinnacle of magical attainments but has basically zero political sense, might really be deceived by Vilgefortz.
After all, the things Vilgefortz did were too secretive, and he himself was too good at disguise.
In contrast, Philippa is different.
Too much jumping, too much work.
Anyone who knows Philippa will not think that this woman is a fuel-saving lamp.
Therefore, if it were the past, Tissaia would sympathize with Vilgefortz and think that Philippa is causing trouble again.
But now, there is no if.
"Vilgefortz, did you really assist the late emperor Nilfgaard, Emhyr, to return from the north to the south and help him regain imperial power?"
Tissaia already knows all about the "good" things Vilgefortz has done from Lynn.
Tissaia This person has always remained neutral and is unwilling to intervene in the disputes between kings and the conflict between the north and the south.
But that doesn't mean she can tolerate traitors.
Moreover, the warlock summit was not held to fulfill Philippa's wish, but to catch the big fish Vilgefortz.
Garstang Palace is the burial ground carefully selected for the traitor Vilgefortz.
Vilgefortz frowned.
I was wondering how Tissaia knew these secret things.
Philippa was secretly happy that things went more smoothly than she expected.
I thought it would take some time to convince Tissaia...
Now it seems that Tissaia is already on her side without her having to do anything.
Although I don't know what's going on, it's enough.
As long as Tissaia is here, there is nothing to be afraid of...
However, at this moment, Philippa suddenly felt a sharp pain in his cheek, as if he had been slapped hard by an invisible force.
Her body flew out uncontrollably and hit the wall hard, blood spurting out of her mouth.
She looked at Vilgefortz in shock, and saw that the magic power around him was so strong that it almost turned into substance.
Then, he reached out his hand contemptuously, tearing open the demonic barrier that enveloped Garstang Palace as if tearing a piece of tissue paper.
Just like opening a cover to isolate the sea water, chaotic magic suddenly poured in like a tide.
Philippa looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
Vilgefortz actually tore apart the magic-forbidden barrier with pure magic power. How is this possible?
What's even more incredible is...
Francesca stopped Tissaia.
Terranova used magic to cut open the throat of Radcliffe, who was unprepared. Fercart used magic arrows to shoot through the lungs of Carduin, who was caught off guard.
The situation reversed instantly.
Philippa's mind was in chaos. He couldn't believe it and couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.
As a villain, it seems that Vilgefortz should say something to be worthy of his status as a villain.
But Vilgefortz didn't intend to explain.
A sticky flame gathered in his hand.
He was actually planning to kill Philippa directly.
Boom!
The thrown flames hit a magic barrier, causing sparks to fly and ignite the ceiling and floor.
The firelight reflected the figure of Yennefer.
"I almost forgot about you, Yennefer of Vengerberg, but since you are standing in front of me, then go to hell."
Vilgefortz's magical attainments were already on top of Yennefer's, and now he has gained almost endless magical power.
Although Yennefer tried his best, he was still defeated by Vilgefortz.
But just when Vilgefortz was about to finish off Yennefer and Philippa in one go, the floor beneath their feet suddenly cracked.
The two fell down, just in time to avoid the lightning chain sent by Vilgefortz.
Vilgefortz looked aside.
His ally, the elf sorceress Francesca, fell at Tissaia's feet, her hands and feet bound by a golden chain. She had obviously been subdued by Tissaia.
Terranova and Fercart stand behind Vilgefortz.
Forming a confrontation with Tissaia.
Tissaia's eyes were cold and he did not dare to move away from Vilgefortz's body for a moment.
She did not look at Yennefer and Philippa. She knew that a big bag might fall on their heads or their hands and feet would be injured.
But as long as they are still alive, magic can always cure them.
But if she fails, then all three of them will not survive.
Tissaia sighed, "Vilgefortz, you really exceeded my expectations, you actually captured a world spirit."
Warlocks in this world can draw magic power from the four elements - air, water, earth, and fire.
And each element has its own realm.
These four realms are located in places beyond the reach of ordinary people. They are both in this world and not in this world.
And in these four realms, there live things called world spirits.
World spirits are living magic storage devices.
Anyone who can control the world spirit will no longer have to work hard to extract power from nature. The world spirit will directly omit this process, allowing the magician who can control the world spirit to obtain infinite power.
It was with the help of the power of the world spirit that Vilgefortz was able to tear apart the magic barrier and even surpass Tissaia in a short period of time.
The reason why it is said to be a short period of time is because Vilgefortz is still too young after all and does not come from a famous family.
All the magic knowledge he has learned has lagged behind this era - that's why he can study in a magic school by paying a tuition fee.
And those more profound, advanced, and secret knowledge are only in the library of each magic family and will not be easily spread to people outside the family.
Of course, Vilgefortz is the most intelligent and extremely talented genius since the first generation of warlocks.
If you give him enough time, he will always find a way.
But what he lacks most now is time.
Vilgefortz is less than two hundred years old. He is an undisputed elder among mortals, but among the group of warlocks, he is still a young man.
Especially compared with Tissaia, who was already famous during Bloody Falca, he still looks too young.
Therefore, although Vilgefortz has obtained powerful magic power by relying on world spirits, his magical attainments are still far behind Tissaia.
As long as Tissaia is given some time, Tissaia can find the flaw in his magic and then defeat him.
Therefore, Vilgefortz could only punch the old master to death without giving Tissaia a chance to find any flaws.
The battle between the two sides is about to break out.
But at this moment, a burst of sudden footsteps suddenly broke the tense atmosphere.
A young man with black hair walked slowly into the hall, the sword in his hand still dripping with blood.
"You haven't solved it yet, but I've already finished it."
Immediately, the young man's eyes fell on Francesca, who was bound by a golden chain, and there was some unspeakable meaning in his tone.
"You actually spared her life? Tissaia, you are so kind."
Vilgefortz frowned slightly.
I recognized this young man as the recently famous demon hunter noble, Grand Duke Augustus.
It is also thanks to this person that Vilgefortz has been preparing for decades to bring Nilfgaardian Empire to the stage. The plan went bankrupt.
Even the chess piece he carefully selected, Emhyr Enris, died in the rebellion.
It directly messed up his plan.
But at this point, none of that matters.
The important thing is that this is the Warlock Summit, and only the most powerful people among Brotherhood of Sorcerers are qualified to appear here.
Why is this witcher here?
"Lynn·Augustus, why are you here?" Terranova asked warily.
"Ah, you ask this, that's because," Lynn smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "This warlock summit was held under my instruction. The purpose is to fish out you southerners. Now it seems that the plan was half successful."
He flicked it gently, and the blood on the sword fell onto the precious marble floor of the Garstang Palace.
"Scoia'tael, who was secretly sent to Thanedd Island by Francesca, has been solved by me. Now it's your three's turn."
Terranova's eyelids twitched. "You are really arrogant. You are just a demon hunter. Let me kill you..."
But before he finished speaking, his vision suddenly became blurry.
Then the demon hunter disappeared from his eyes, and then his perspective dropped rapidly, finally seeming to stop on the floor.
"Whose boots are these? They look familiar..."
This is the last consciousness of Terranova.
Vilgefortz's eyelids twitched.
Just now Lynn went from charging forward to drawing his sword to kill, so fast that even he couldn't react.
'This is simply not the speed a witcher should have.'
Vilgefortz looked solemn.
Vilgefortz also knows the history of witchers.
If the witcher had such strength, Brotherhood of Sorcerers at that time would not regard the witcher as an inferior product.
Compared with Vilgefortz, Fercart is not so stable.
Seeing that his companion, who was also a high-ranking member of Brotherhood of Sorcerers, was killed by Lynn so easily, he couldn't help shouting out of control.
"No! That's impossible! What the hell are you?"
"It's really rude of you to call people things."
Lynn's eyes fell on Vilgefortz.
Even an ordinary person can feel the terrifying magic power of Vilgefortz that is as real as it is.
"With this aura, Vilgefortz, you actually captured a world spirit?"
"A mere demon hunter, does he know the world spirit?" Vilgefortz tried to cover up his inner uneasiness with a contemptuous tone.
He didn't know where his uneasiness came from.
It was obvious that the other party was just a demon hunter.
But the other party's claim that he planned this Warlock Summit, and that he had already eliminated Scoia'tael of Francesca, seemed to be true.
Because everyone present, including Terranova and Fercart who were on his side, should not know that Francesca arranged several Scoia'tael commandos to enter through the secret passage of Thanedd Island and assist them in killing the northern and neutral warlocks.
How did this witcher know?
Is everything really part of the other party's plan?
Vilgefortz doesn't want to think about it any further. As long as he kills the other party, everything will be over.
Magic power began to surge like a violent torrent, quickly condensing around Vilgefortz.
A suffocating sense of oppression formed in the air.
Click! Click!
Vilgefortz The marble floor beneath his feet was cracked with countless spider web-like cracks.
Even Fercart beside him couldn't help but move away, and added another layer of shield to himself, for fear of being affected by this force.
Power is intoxicating, and extraordinary power is even better than that.
Kings, nobles, and noble bloodlines are certainly superior, but if one day they can master the power to easily destroy a city, then the so-called power must bow to this power.
And now, Vilgefortz has mastered such power.
As long as he waved his hand, he could wipe the entire Garstang Palace... no, the entire Thanedd Island off the map.
No matter what kind of trump card that demon hunter hides, as long as the entire Thanedd Island is buried with him, everything will be wiped out.
However, just when Vilgefortz was about to release this pure power, the disgustingly rich and terrifying magic power in the air suddenly dissipated without a trace.
There is no longer any fluctuation of chaotic magic in the air.
Vilgefortz's pupils were shaken, and he was suddenly shocked.
He can obviously still sense the existence of the world spirit, but for some reason, he can no longer draw out the chaotic magic power.
It was as if the chaos magic and him were separated by some powerful insulating material.
"There's no chance of singing now, Vilgefortz."
Joking voices came from the side.
Lynn looked at the warlock with great leisure.
"Is it you? Is it you who did the good deed?"
Vilgefortz almost blurted out.
If it were normal times, he would never be so gloomy.
But this scene is too weird right now.
Even if Tissaia takes action, it is absolutely impossible to cut off the connection between him and the world spirit.
How could this witcher...
What Vilgefortz doesn't know is that this is actually the effect of Lynn's title "Divine Chosen Champion" - it can turn an area with a diameter of one thousand meters into a forbidden land.
This sounds somewhat similar to the magic barrier on Thanedd Island.
But Thanedd Island's magic-forbidden barrier is, after all, a magic spell created by a warlock.
The sorcerer who created this spell is of course very powerful, even if he faces the world spirit directly, he will not fall behind.
But the magic barrier left behind is a dead thing after all, and it will inevitably be broken directly by the majestic magic power of the world spirit.
What Lynn released was personally given by Lady of the Lake, with the divine power of a goddess, and the power of rules is also superior to the world spirit.
It's like two people are competing in a bicycle race, and someone drives a new energy vehicle next to them. This is not the same level.
However, Vilgefortz is actually Vilgefortz, and he quickly realized it.
He is different from other warlocks. In addition to magic, he is also well versed in martial arts.
Even if he can't release magic, he still has a chance to fight...
Poof!
Vilgefortz's pupils suddenly dilated.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest. A long sword had penetrated his body. Blood flowed out and dyed his robe red.
Lynn walked past him, casually shaking off the blood on his sword, his eyes cold and indifferent.
The witcher knows that Vilgefortz is no ordinary warlock.
After all, in the original plot, he was one of the few characters who really frustrated Geralt.
Therefore, Lynn has no idea of a fair duel.
Taking advantage of the moment when Vilgefortz was cut off from the world spirit due to the release of the effect of his title, and lost consciousness for a moment - maybe less than a second - he rushed in with lightning speed and finished him off.
Vilgefortz's body slowly fell, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
He could not believe until his death that he could be defeated so quickly and completely.
Lynn was standing next to his body with a cold gaze, as if he had just completed a trivial task.