CHAPTER 42 WIGFORTZ

Temple side hall.

Collectors and Ice Elementals scour the corners like enemies.

the other corner.

"Crack..."

A light blue light curtain appeared in the air. A burly man with short black hair and a knight's shirt stood in the light curtain. Behind him were neatly stacked rows of bookshelves and a huge The water tank full of clear water can vaguely see the boundless Gobi Desert outside the window.

His deep eyes swept across the scene opposite the screen, his indifferent face suddenly tensed, and his voice was full of confusion.

"Reins, what's going on?"

A long bone sword was cradling his good subordinate's neck. The sullen cheek was contorted with pain, with guilt and unwillingness. His pupils were slightly dilated, and his voice was weak.

"Master Wei Ge... I... I'm sorry for you, this kid took me..."

"If you talk more, I'm nervous and my hands are shaking," another man showed his head from behind Reins, with short black hair that matched his ears, and pupils intertwined with dark gold and silver-gray flashing complex rays of light to Reins. Warning, "You're going to say goodbye to this world!"

The prisoner suddenly trembled and did not dare to say a word.

"Wiggo Fortesz, a master of magic, a member of the wizarding society, a big red man in front of the kings of the north and the south, he has long admired his name."

Roy looked dazed for a moment, and after going through all the hardships, he finally met the powerful mage who hanged Geralt and burned the high-level vampire to death at will.

Wigfords

Age: 68

Sex: Male

Status: Warlock, Druid, Alchemist, Member of the Wizarding Society...

Life: 320

magic:?

Attributes:

Strength: 32

Constitution: 32

Agility: 25

Perception: 20

Will: 20

Charisma: 16

Spirit:?

Skill:

Source of Law, Sky Controller lv8, Stick Weapon Specialization lv10, Quick Casting Specialization lv10, Meditation lv10, Portal lv10, Mirror Image lv10, Air Force Field lv10, Rainbow Shield lv10, Shifting Shadow lv10, Empathy Detective Needle lv10, astrology lv5... More than 300 items are omitted.

...

The witcher sucked in a breath of cold air. Despite his psychological expectations, Viggo's strength exceeded his expectations.

The dense spells are desperate at a glance.

This attribute and melee skills mean that he is not only a powerful mage, but also a battle-hardened warrior!

Roy remembers something like this. In the Sinid Island Incident a few years later, Geralt was beaten in the thigh by the exquisite stick technique inherited from the Druid during the battle with this guy, and his leg has been afflicted. It failed to heal, so any height higher than one floor in the future would be lethal to Geralt.

If you really compete in martial arts, you are likely to be beaten with a stick before you can go a few rounds under this mage.

Unprecedented formidable enemy!

But he couldn't run away in despair.

This time, if we don’t share the result with Wei Ge, in the future, how will this powerful man figure out himself, his brothers and children behind his back?

"Oh, who is Your Excellency, have you met me?" The male warlock said calmly and softly, looking at this unusually young face repeatedly, and swept across the snake talisman between his neck.

He could not remember where he had seen the young man.

"Roy... a nobody who was tricked by you."

"It turned out to be a surprise.

With a sarcastic and admiring smile on his lips, "Witcher, I admire you very much. Under the heavy siege of the Squirrel Party and the temple guards, you were able to escape unharmed, and catch Reins, and contact me. Your escape skills are truly superb. "

"Tell me, what do you want?" He asked casually with his arms around his chest, "How can you be willing to let him go?"

"A group of mad dogs are biting people, so I want to see what the virtues of their owners are? If you still have a little self-knowledge and shame, send it over immediately," Roy grinned sarcastically, "When In front of all the people of Novigrad, tell your disgusting conspiracy! And my compatriots, kowtow and apologize!"

"Haha." The man smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and it was frighteningly cold, "Your Excellency Roy is really humorous. He showed off his might to me when we first met, and humiliated me with impossible topics in order to realize his inferiority. desire for revenge?"

"Are you angry?" Roy smiled contentedly across the light curtain, "The members of the dignified wizarding society can't hold their breath? I haven't finished my words yet, you must tell the princess Pavetta, who you once killed, Ciri, who has been ruined because of your machinations, apologizes."

"To show your sincerity, you have to cut yourself off!"

"Pavetta..." The man smiled again, but his laughter was full of unconcealed surprise, "How did you know? Are you related to Emhyr, or are you a descendant of a sailor on the ship at the time?"

A dusty memory emerged from my mind.

At that time, the emperor of the Nilfgaardian Empire, Emhyr Va Enreis had not returned to his homeland to regain the throne, and he still existed as Doni, the son-in-law of Queen Calanthe of Sintra.

Calanthe stared at Duny so hard that he didn't give him any space to escape.

So Duny contacted Vigo secretly, and when he, his wife Pavetta, and daughter Ciri were returning from Skellige by boat, they created a shipwreck and let them return to Nilfgaard with suspended animation.

It's a pity that Pavetta saw through her husband's conspiracy ahead of time and left Ciri in Skellige. When the shipwreck broke out, she refused to cooperate.

Died in the Sedna Abyss.

And Duny returned to Nilfgaard, succeeded in usurping the throne, and ascended the throne to become the current Southern Emperor Emhyr Va Enris, a famous tyrant - the white flames flying over the enemy's grave.

Since then, he has always kept in touch with his escort hero, Wigfords.

...

As far as Wei Ge knew, in the shipwreck, almost all the people on the dragon boat died. Except for himself and Emhyr, no third party knew about it.

Including the queen of Sintra, Calanthe, has been kept in the dark, and has no idea that the son-in-law who killed his daughter has become the emperor of Nilfgaard.

And this ruthless son-in-law, in order to cover up this ugly past, killed his relatives and destroyed the Sintra Kingdom!

How did the witcher know about such a secret?

Unfortunately, he couldn't use the mind-reading technique across the light curtain.

"I know more than this... Wingford, think about it seriously, open a portal, and come and have a good chat with me? Maybe my words will make you repent and make a new life." Roy said, his sword Reins' face was even uglier than crying.

"Roy, right, didn't you pay attention, your hands are shaking, you are nervous and scared." The man's eyes were blazing, "The witcher's reputation in Nuocheng is stinking, you have become everyone shouting and beating across the street. Rat, your compatriots are almost dead too."

"If you're begging me for shelter and mercy, drop your pretense immediately and let Riens go! Then be humble and sincere. Maybe, I'll be merciful enough to keep you alive." Wigfortes put his fingertips together , put it in front of his lips, "If you continue to do this, you are urinating against the wind, and be careful to cover yourself."

"Your voice is vain, you are bluffing, you dare not come over!" Roy pulled Reins closer to himself with his left hand, and at the same time made him raise his chin, making this humble subordinate look pitifully at the master , clenching the hilt of the sword in his right hand, "Riens, it's a shame that you risked your life to start a 'war' for this guy, but believe it or not, even if I kill you in front of him, he won't be sad at all. "

"You are a dog he raised! A pet, if it dies and finds it again, it will not affect it at all."

"No! No! Please! Spare my life!" Riens, who had ridiculed and ridiculed at the witcher, let out a broken wailing, like a duck pinched by the neck.

"Witcher, are you sure you want to oppose me?" Wei Ge hissed, his face no longer calm, his eyes narrowed, his eyes terrifying.

"Ha ha!"

Roy flicked his wrist, and Guvisher pulled it from Riens' neck without hesitation.

puff puff,

The skin, bones, trachea, and large arteries were all severed by a sword.

Blood gushed like a spring, and the light curtain was dyed red like peach blossoms.

The spy Riens, the mage Riens, and the servant Riens of Wegfords, were smeared in the throat by the witcher in front of the master.

A muffled mumble came out of his mouth.

Eyes full of unwillingness and nostalgia.

My master has not yet become king of the north.

I haven't gotten paid yet.

I…

He bowed his head.

He fell to his knees and lost his breath.

The witcher let go of the corpse, stared at Wygfortes and said,

"This life is for the innocent killed by you, for my brother!"

"But that's just the beginning! Wingford, are you ready to be slaughtered?"

puff...

After a cold hum.

The light of the telescope went out.

"Boom!"

The wind blows in the side hall!

Not far behind the witcher, a pitch-black portal suddenly opened.

The shapeshifter Gawain Samsa noticed the movement and quickly threw a fireball towards the portal.

Fire hits the invisible woman.

A scream.

The female mage Lydia rolled into the portal with her severed hand and her back blackened by the flames.

whoosh-

The bowstring hummed.

The moment the portal closed, the witcher pulled the trigger,

The arrow went in.

At the same time, there were ripples around Roy's body.

The whole person suddenly disappeared into the air.

...

Heaven and earth change color.

Roy reappeared, already from the side hall of the brightly lit temple to a dark hall with tall columns supporting the vault and huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, which looked like giant spiders.

There are wonderful oil paintings hanging on the four walls,

"First Landing", "Advice from the Chosen One", and "The Novigrad Alliance" are all important events in history that are famous in history and are led by mages to affect the fate of mankind.

So this is Stiegar Castle, the home base of Wygfortz?

He took a step forward and lifted the sorceress, who had collapsed in a pool of blood.

Bind her in anti-magic metal shackles and use the straps to simply stop the bleeding.

Lydia is in an extremely miserable state.

The blue dress was stained with blood.

The thin body saves one hand from being cut off by the witcher at the beginning.

Before jumping into the portal, he was hit by another crossbow bolt on his left leg, and the bloody wound was deeply visible to the bone.

The changing magic mask remained expressionless, but it was drenched in raindrops of sweat.

She didn't say a word, and looked at the witcher coldly. In fact, she couldn't speak. She was disfigured and lost her jaw and voice in a terrible experimental accident.

Since then, she has been wearing a magical mask to hide her true face.

She was also Wigfortz's most trusted assistant.

But Roy clearly noticed worry and fear flashing in her eyes.

This woman, even if she is in danger, is still thinking of her master.

In fact, she's the only "Vigo gang" Roy doesn't dislike.

Unfortunately, I took the wrong side and chose the wrong team.

Help Zhou to abuse.

"Tattoo!"

On the dimly lit stairs at the edge of the hall, there was a sound of slow footsteps.

"Witcher, your courage is amazing."

Crisp applause, accompanied by a magnetic, mellow male voice poured in, with a strange magic power, penetrated into people's minds, and lasted for a long time.

The sorceress, who was controlled by the witcher, suddenly lit up with hope and admiration.

"Just now humiliated and angered me in person, and dared to follow me alone."

A tall man walked down the final stairs, half of his face hidden in the shadows, with a six-foot-long iron rod in his right hand, his expression relaxed,

Step out.

The figure instantly split into four, and surrounded the witcher in the four corners of the hall.

Each one is hard to tell the truth from the fake.

"Then Roy the witcher, welcome to my castle," they stood not far or ten meters away, looking at the witcher from a distance, and at the same time they spoke, and a strange compound voice echoed in the hall.

But his eyes were no longer as terrifying and terrifying as they were from the telephoto lens, and they became like he was looking at an old friend.

Strangely, in a matter of seconds, his mood, his attitude towards the witcher, seemed to have undergone a drastic change for some unknown reason.

There was a tinge of fire deep in his eyes.

"I wonder if your amazing courage is matched with a great enough motive?"

"Vigfortz... I finally found you." Roy supported the weak sorceress and looked around vigilantly.

Even under observation, it is still impossible to tell which illusion is true.

But at the moment of the enemy, he sank his heart.

It's different from the meeting just now like looking for flowers through a thousand miles of mirror fog.

Now that he has come into contact with him personally, he has only realized the magic power surging out of the four Vigos.

The sun in the sky is dazzling.

The magic shield reflects the distinctive colorful light.

Unpredictable dashed arcs permeate around the body.

Roy couldn't confirm which of these guys in front of him was the real body or the illusion.

But his temples were throbbing, stabbing like needles, and the blood of the ancients conveyed extreme warning signs.

This ancient castle is far more dangerous than the cave where the high-ranking vampire Grufid lives!

"I always think you know me, you are very familiar with me." Four pairs of deep eyes looked at him suspiciously, "Can you enlighten me, where have we met?"

The witcher's eyes wandered and he remained silent.

The snake pendant between the necks trembled slightly.

The magic power surged slightly in the air, and then quickly disappeared.

Wei Ge's eyes showed surprise. The mind-reading and mind-peeping techniques, which had been unsuccessful in the past, had all failed.

It seems to detect a thick concrete wall without any feedback.

The young witcher seems to have built-in anti-magic detection abilities.

Roy didn't answer.

He looked at the woman who was moaning in pain in the witcher's arms and changed the subject.

"Be gentle, don't hurt Lydia. She's a good girl and shouldn't be tortured."

He was gentle.

But unfortunately, this tenderness is not love. It's just a superior's sympathy for a qualified subordinate.

The four warlocks asked with a smile, "Since you didn't come to the door uninvited, and you didn't immediately tear up your face and fight. Then there is room for negotiation. I promise here, as long as you let Lydia go and let her feel comfortable. Find a place to heal your wounds and restore your health."

"I don't care about the death of Riens before." He slowly took a step closer to the witcher, his voice sincere and convincing, "Then there is neither hatred nor favor between us, as strangers Start a conversation."

"You are full of questions, and I am equally curious about you. Why does a witcher have all kinds of incredible abilities?"

"I love making friends with strong people."

"Let go of all prejudice and prejudice, maybe we can sympathize with each other and reach cooperation."

"Wigfortz, do you think I'm so fooled because I'm young?" Roy refused directly, he knew that this guy was an old man.

"I do not believe you!"

"But you're right. Lydia is the only normal one in your hands." Roy stared at Wigfortz's eyes, "Squirrell and Reins are somewhat psychopathic, and This mage should be a painter, and the oil paintings on the walls are all her works."

"From the look in her eyes, she loves you deeply. She is willing to go through fire and water for you..."

"But you never seem to respond to her." Roy looked at the warlock, using words as a weapon, expecting the other party to show a panic smile that was pierced by his heart, and his mind was lost, but Wei Ge did not change his face,

"Since you make a suggestion first, you have to show a little sincerity."

"Wiggoforts, tell me the truth, have you ever loved Lydia?"

The witcher threw a second dismount.

The disabled sorceress who was being controlled suddenly trembled and her breathing became short.

"It's a strange hobby to spy on people's privacy."

The man's pupils contracted, and he muttered and fell silent again.

The cold wind pouring in from the window passed through the hall, whistling.

Sparks crackled in the fireplace.

The three faces were stained with shadows in the dim light.

"Witcher, Lydia is a good assistant, sensible and caring, reliable, and selfless. I admire her and trust her."

He accepted the woman's gaze calmly,

"But that's all, I've long passed the age when my brain is affected by love. Women, naturally, are at a lower level of species evolution and are more easily dominated by hormones..."

Lydia lowered her head, her eyes darkened, and her heart cooled.

She suddenly hated this witcher, wouldn't it be better to let herself look forward to it without knowing anything?

Why burst this beautiful illusion?

"I have more important goals."

Wigfortz seemed like an idealist, with a faint golden light on his face, "For this goal, I am willing to do everything."

"Including Lydia's life. So don't expect to use her to blackmail me for unrealistic purposes."

"Roy, look at the sky outside the window, look at the stars when you make up your mind," Wigfortes said the famous mantra in front of the witcher, "Don't put the stars in the sky with the stars. The reflection on the pool is wrong."

"Don't push yourself into a doomed situation."