The blood-stained unicorn was hunting in the mountain breeze.

Damn hillside. Zevik thought in his heart. The **** prevented them from launching a charge, and the archers above killed us like an elk.

"Don't be afraid, Marek," the sergeant said loudly. "Go ahead! Go ahead!"

"Yes, Sergeant." Marek sniffed. "You have said it ten times."

"Then listen to it for the eleventh time." Zevik held the flagpole in both hands, and an arrow passed through the gap in the shield. He felt a burning pain in his ear, and then some liquid poured into the collar. There was a muffled sound from behind, followed by heavy falling to the ground. "Keep your pace, the arrow will avoid the brave people, and death will also be afraid of the brave people. Get close to me, go forward, go ahead!"

He didn't hear Marek's echo again.

Arrows shot out from the city, and the stones whirled and flew overhead, blindly crashing into the ground, crushing steel and flesh and blood.

"They are setting up a position under the city, saint!" Sheldon stood in front of Saqiya. The two of them stood on a platform, which happened to have a bird's eye view of the outer wall and the open space outside the wall. The valley is like a thin gourd. After crossing the mountain pass, it will enter a round flat ground. The outer wall divides the flat ground in two from the middle, and the inner wall is built in the narrowest place in the middle of the gourd. The two walls are narrow and long. Lundulin Square, and the city of Fojian is at the bottom of the gourd. "What do they want?!"

"Of course it is to establish an archer position, cover the ladder, and wait for the siege tower to arrive." Saqiya narrowed her eyes and stared at the battle below. "Sheldon, go and tell the heavy crossbowmen to enter the platforms on both sides of the cliffs and shoot at the enemy from the left and right. Aim at the enemy engineers and planks, and send the spearmen to the wall to block The ladder. Let the elven archers stand on the square and shoot outwards, reducing their number as much as possible before the enemy reaches the wall."

The fire ignited, and the soldiers suppressed behind the bunker could only walk through the swaying flames and the soot. The ladder reached the city wall, and the soldier had just climbed halfway before he was hit by crossbow arrows shot from both sides, falling down and hitting the person behind.

Elias stood on the shooting platform, bending her bow and shooting arrows. A loud noise echoed in the city, accompanied by a violent scream. Huge rocks whizzed across the sky, and the wooden houses of humans and elves were smashed to pieces. The shooting platform extending from the cliff was hit by a sling, and the archers and the broken stones on it had all fallen down.

There are so many of them. Elias thought, releasing his finger, the arrow crossed a parabola and fell into the crowd below, hitting a pikeman wearing a thick coat, who fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside. He went too aggressively and left the shield's protection. Ailea thought, and shot another arrow. A knight standing below was shot, and the arrow hit the upper armor with a "click", breaking into two pieces. The knight continued to move forward. He was shot again. The arrow hit the breastplate and stuck it diagonally. He reached out and took out the cotton padding inside. Without blood, the knight threw away the arrow, howled with his mace, and ordered the soldiers to continue their attack.

The gravel slapped on Ailea's face in an instant, and some kind of liquid flooded his head. The surroundings were clashed and rocks rolled. When he regained his consciousness, Alias ​​found himself lying on the gravel pile, head down on the hillside. There were gravel all around, half of his body was pressed under the stone, and blood was leaking under some of the stones. Only jagged breaks remain on the upper platform. He quickly removed his hat, and more blood was flowing on his face. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and the bone of his broken finger hurt more on his face.

Soon, more soldiers climbed the city wall. Amid the heavy roar, the siege tower, half a meter higher than the city wall, drove towards the city wall under the impetus of magic. Seventy heavily armed knights stood in battle in the siege tower. The firebolt shot on the siege tower, but returned without success on the wet leather. Many soldiers hid beside the siege tower, holding shields, covering the siege hammer, and marching toward the gate of the city. Someone keeps falling, and then there will be new people to take over. The corpse was spread on the way to attack, and some archer squads appeared in the valley and started shooting at the city wall. The dwarf who was shot fell off the wall and rolled down the steps.

Saqiya looked at the approaching siege tower and waved at Zoltan.

"It's time, let the flames drown them!"

"I'm just waiting for your news!"

Zoltan sipped his hands separately, then clapped his hands, grabbed the wheel over one meter high on the side, jumped up, and pulled with the weight of his whole body.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, there was a creepy muffled noise. Shaking the ground, shaking the air. Some soldiers looked around in surprise. The humans and elves among the defenders looked around and looked at the ground under their feet in horror.

"The landslide!"

A scream suppressed all the sounds.

But when the first plume of lava spouted down the mouth of the beast sculpture, Kodwin's soldiers had no choice but to escape. Statues were erected under the cliffs on both sides of the city gate. When the runner opened the valve, the lava from the mountain poured into the statue along the drainage channel constructed in the mountain, and gushed out along the mouth of the statue's only opening. The knight in the siege tower suddenly staggered to the left and hit the railing. The wood shattered and the siege tower continued to tilt. The flames rushed up and engulfed the lower layer in an instant. In the end, the siege tower collapsed, and the upper layer smashed into the city wall.

The lava flooded the valley in the blink of an eye, and then rushed down the **** to the Kodwin army at the mouth of the valley. Some Kodwin soldiers turned their heads and ran away. The soldiers who had not had time to escape were washed to the ground by lava, and many were buried underneath before they could scream. No one stopped the rout. The knight and the captain were also running away. The siege engineer dropped the catapult and joined the fleeing crowd. The catapult and the siege hammer quickly plunged into the lava and were quickly engulfed by flames. There were screams and wailings of dying everywhere, flames burning on the crimson lava, this was a lit soldier. At first, only the forward was running away, and soon the whole army was fleeing out of the plain. Among them are brave people and loyal knights, but this is not an enemy that swords can fight against, and it is not a force that humans can fight against.

The lava was unstoppable, and the Kodwin army fled like ants driven away. Many people who fell were trampled directly under their feet and never got up again.

"God, Fojian has such power." Roche stood on the hillside, looking at the lava-stained valley. "Perfect terrain, unstoppable flames, no wonder Saqiya has the confidence to resist Hensett's six thousand army here."

"No, Roche." Zelin shook his head. "It's not over yet."

The griffon badge on the demon hunter's chest buzzed.

The first thousand eight hundred and fifty-nine chapters stormy season

It's overcast.

"What the **** is going on?"

Roche raised his head. The sky was still shining brightly in the first second, and the next moment thick dark clouds had covered the entire Fjian. The weird dark tide is flowing in the clouds, and the orange light spreads across the sky. Zelin raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Lightning is orange."

"What?"

"We must hurry up, Roche, unless you want to be washed into the valley by the rain!"

Zelin ran away because they were in a long and narrow valley. The mountain road had to pass through a **** to reach the mine of Forken City above, and then through the mine into the city. Heavy rains will soon converge into currents, and staying in low-lying areas at this time is undoubtedly a dead end. He knows when to run, just as he knows what will happen next.

"It's divination."

The first drop of rain fell on Philippa's forehead. She raised her head and looked at the sky. Afterwards, the downpour enveloped Fojian in the mist in the blink of an eye. The torrential rain was accompanied by the cold wind and fell on the lava accumulated in the valley. The steam filled the valley in an instant, so that the guards on the city wall had to retreat. Cold and hot alternated. When the rain turned into hail, the rebels who were still celebrating victory had to hide behind the bunker with their heads under their heads. The stalls and wooden frames in the square were crushed by fist-sized ice blocks. People fled to anything that could withstand hail in fear. More people were smashed to the ground and fell to the ground, washed away by rain and hail.

"Damn it."

Philippa walked back to her room. Without thinking about it, she knew what was going on. Desmo is helping Hensett with magic. A hail is enough to turn the lava in front of the city gate into black rocks. At that time, the soldiers of Kodwin will be able to take advantage of the time the defender has not recovered from the hail. Attack again. At that time, it will be even more difficult for an army that wants to defeat the spell to help its morale rise.

"Cynthia, take my staff here." Philippa walked to the experiment table. Only a candle was lit in the room. She squinted to observe the magic props in her hand. She won't join the battlefield directly, but she can use some spells to counter another spell, which will make Desmo's spells unsustainable. After a while, only one candle was still lit in the room. "Cynthia?"

She sensed an unusual wave of magical power. Generally speaking, female sorcerers will not be like male sorcerers, how strong and agile their spells make themselves, and they prefer beauty and slimness compared to the physical strength that men like. But as someone who has seen assassinations and used them, Philippa subconsciously threw herself sideways and avoided. The sound of cracking and broken glass immediately filled every corner of the room, the scorching smell poured into the lungs, and Philippa tried her best to suppress the desire to cough. When she recovered, she found herself lying on the ground, a fiery pain in her abdomen, and the place where she was standing just now, together with the experimental platform, turned into a scorched black mass.

On the other side, Cynthia, wearing a brown and black robe, still kept the gesture of casting spells. She wore long leather boots and a hood, just like a traveler. She watched in astonishment as Philippa avoided her sneak attack. But instead of stopping, he continued to chant the spell. Dangerous electric lights converged in the palm of the hand. But her speed was one section slower than Phileba. The latter did not waste time turning around. Instead, she read two simple syllables into the mirror. A beam of purple light ejected from her fingers, hit the mirror, and bounced back. To Cynthia. Cynthia seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, like a rag doll being thrown away, crashed into the cabinet, and was buried underneath by the fallen dress and underwear.

Philippa got up, and at the same time read a section of three harsh syllables, a fireball flew from the tip of her finger, bursting and turning the wardrobe into a blazing flame. Looking at the burning cabinet, Philippa took a deep breath, stared at it vigilantly, carefully feeling the fluctuations in the air.

There is no magic.

There was no movement.

The burning flame pulsated in his pupils. After a few seconds, Philippa waved her hand, and the flame disappeared with a whirr. The remains of burnt black charcoal and clothes fragments were exposed below, as well as spiral traces.

Philippa knew what was going on. She sipped fiercely and waved her hand again, and the wardrobe was completely shattered.

Cynthia was picked up by someone from outside with a spell.

Outside the city, the Kodwin position.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Desmo looked at Cynthia who was embarrassed with soot on his face. "Are the sorcerers in the south not as good at learning skills as you? How can they use magic to sneak attack a great mage? You are really a group of apprentices who have never seen a real mage duel. Sometimes the use of daggers and swords is more practical than spells."

"Northerners are still so savage and rude." Cynthia rubbed the dust off her face with the help of rain. "We can teach you how to use knives and forks, but we can't teach you respect and enlightenment."

"We northerners really don't learn to ridicule the civilization of saviors." Desmo said viciously. "Perhaps I should send you back right away? Filiba must want to see you fall from the sky and fall into her pot of grinding powder."

"Enough, you two."

A majestic voice interrupted them. Hensett came over and glanced at Desmore. Desmo immediately bent down and lowered his head, and the king looked at Cynthia.

"Remember the agreement I made with your master."

"The northern empire and the southern empire will be bounded by the Yarlunga River. The two sides will sign a non-aggression treaty in the Hinterland. Ambassador Hillard will keep in mind His Majesty’s conditions and goodwill. I believe His Majesty Enshir Enris will also Agree to this treaty." Cynthia said. "This land is wide enough to accommodate the peaceful coexistence of the two empires. When His Majesty is crowned emperor in Novigrad, His Majesty Enshir will send a new mission to congratulate him. The emperor is willing to see the North become the emperor under the premise of peace. In a more civilized country, he had no choice but to send troops across the Amer Mountains in order to bring civilization to the north."

Desmore snorted. "Including the slave merchants who followed the army, as well as the more than 20,000 citizens who were slaughtered in Livia, in Van Geborg, and in Verden."

"This is an unavoidable additional damage, and it is also a necessary pain for civilization. We regret and regret the unfortunate things."

"Put away your official remarks, Cynthia." Hensett said. "My most loyal knight will **** you away. Just out of a friendly attitude. I need you to tell Hillard that I invited him to the Lomune summit to support him as a representative of the Nilfgaard Empire at the meeting. I, instead of letting him play his own game of power."

"I believe that Your Excellency is a loyal friend of your Majesty."