Chapter 98 The Secret Meeting of the Warlocks of the Northern Kingdom (Not)

Artorius Vigo, who had been advocating for Nilfgaard just now, crossed his arms. He was Fringilla's uncle. He called on the warlocks to take non-resistance measures against Nilfgaard, partly to support his niece.

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"We are fighting Cintra, but we are only fighting Cintra." Fringilla emphasized, "I know you are biased against Nilfgaard, but since our Majesty Emhyr succeeded to the throne,

Everything has changed.

We open up trade and investment research, and everyone in the northern countries has benefited a lot from this."

Fringilla looked around confidently. The warlocks behind Artorius gave her friendly smiles, and a few of the warlocks behind Tisaya also lowered their heads. Obviously, these people had benefited greatly.

"Shallow" too.

"We in Nilfgaard are tearing down the wall." Fringilla looked at the warlocks on Tisaya's side, "But Queen Calanthe is just building a wall. Do you want to support such a monarch?"

The new emperor of Nilfgaard is indeed extraordinary in his methods. What Fringilla said "has benefited a lot" is not only the warlocks present, but also the king they are loyal to. This is why Nilfgaard has not been affected by large-scale attacks so far.

One of the reasons for resistance.

Tisaya suddenly asked: "If Nilfgaard in your mouth is so friendly, then why are the warlocks behind you so miserable?

Fringilla, you were once one of my best students, why are you now helping Nilfgaard and treating your companions like slaves?"

Everyone's attention focused on the warlocks behind Fringilla. They followed the leading sorceress, walking in step by step, and dressed simply. They were in sharp contrast to all the other warlocks present.

The headmistress looked at the group of warlocks behind Fringilla and said: "Resisting Nilfgaard is not only for Cintra, but also to protect the way of life of the warlocks, to protect our academy, and to maintain us for hundreds of years.

The order that was established. These are your Nilfgaards and what you destroy."

"Nice speech, Fringilla."

Triss suddenly retorted at this time: "You have also violated the taboo rules. You study demonology, necromancy and fire magic."

We Nilfgaards just opened up a different path, and the accusation of slaves is too harsh. In fact, we are trained in the army like warriors, and we have given more warlocks a broader stage."

The warlocks in the field whispered, and the warlocks who supported Cintra were shaken in large numbers, while other young warlocks who were not royal advisers looked at the warlock troops behind Fringilla, and seemed to be weighing something in their hearts.

The evening breeze blew, the gauze curtains were raised, and a person appeared quietly in the empty space.

Fringilla shook her head and said: "Their poverty is just compared with the luxurious you. Tisaya Nilfgaard did not destroy the order, but only modified it - we have only had outstanding warlocks graduate from the academy.

Later, they were assigned to the kingdom to become royal advisors, but the other warlocks were ignored and even fell into despair. Look at them, Disaya, there are also your students among them. After they failed to become royal advisors and left the academy,

Have you ever looked at them again—"

And the destruction of this country without magic will also make other kings on the continent realize the importance of magic again!"

Fringilla asked: "So, Emhyr ordered me to contact you, is there any news?"

This topic was quickly brought up by Fringilla. She exchanged glances with her uncle and felt that what she had said so far was enough to win the support of the warlocks present and disintegrate the warlocks' efforts to resist Nilfgaard.

And the secret meeting formed:

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However, since Emhyr became emperor, the emperor's aura began to radiate towards him, and he was far less obedient than the troubled prince before.

The warlock who had been arguing for Cintra in the meeting hall during the day was now pouring tea in the Nilfgaardian warlock's room, and he let out a long sigh.

During this time, I will study with Tisaya and the others on how to resist the invasion of Nilfgaard. After you destroy Cintra and attempt to continue to advance, the Warlock Brotherhood will definitely take corresponding measures. At this time, as the Wizards Association

It’s okay if I’m not a member.”

Fringilla was in a good mood at the moment. She dismissed the warlock troops she brought and asked them to return to Cintra first, while she stayed in Aretuza's guest room.

Fringilla frowned, stared into Wigefortz's eyes and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to discuss countermeasures with the Brotherhood?"

Fringilla sarcastically said: "How many members of the Wizards Association and the Supreme Council of Warlocks are present today?"

"For Rann of Cintra is dead, at Beauclair."

In the daytime vote, Cintra was undisputedly abandoned by the warlocks. Not only the warlocks who refused to provide help to Cintra from the beginning, but also several people from the union faction led by Tisaya voted against

Vote for support.

"Raise your hands, warlocks who have decided that Cintra will remain the pride of their self-preserving lionesses."

Vilgefortz explained calmly: "It's just that I was not free when the fleet passed that location. And Emhyr hopes to get Cirilla as soon as possible. You can't open a portal at this distance, can you?"

"I've heard enough of the boring debates," Artorius and his niece sang in unison, "Cintra should be left to its own devices. Let us vote to decide."

She opened her hands and took a step back, letting the warlocks behind her attract everyone's attention: "We all come from the two magic academies of Arethusa and Ban Gende. The number of you here far exceeds the number of royal advisors in the Northern Kingdom.

, so you must be able to understand what I say.

Because according to Emperor Emhyr's order, she needs to contact someone today.

"Since you already know the news, why don't you solve it together?" Fringilla said dissatisfied, "The power of the warlock troops is not enough to destroy a fleet. The most it can do is create a storm to hinder them."

Fringilla said coldly: "The status of magic should transcend all differences. That's why I chose to serve in Nilfgaard. Those warlocks who have no fixed abode can at least get a status in Nilfgaard that matches their abilities.

, but they also need to pay a corresponding price."

Fringilla refused: "Emhyr did not give me this order."

"I know that some people are alarmist and think that Nilfgaard is destroying the continent. But only we know that by taking Cintra, we are saving it from the rule of the stupid Calanthe.

Night, Arethusa's guest room.

A voice suddenly sounded behind her, and the air suddenly rippled on the empty sofa, and a man's figure appeared. At this time, the sofa seemed to remember that there was someone on it, and finally made a slight movement to carry the heavy object.

A sense of deformation.

Fringilla glanced at him suspiciously and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Suddenly appearing in a lady's room is not polite behavior and Tishaia will be upset - Wilgefortz."

Vilgefortz handed over a note: "The king of Cintra disappeared for a while some time ago. Through my contact, I learned that he went to Skellig for help - after all, he was once the king of the islands and is currently the king of the islands.

The king was still his brother, so he succeeded.

Fringilla shook her head: "Forbidden magic is a ghost story taught to us in this academy. You didn't study them at all, so you just shelved them."

Vilgefortz looked at Fringilla with doubtful eyes.

Vilgefortz began to smile contemptuously again, and said: "Emhyr also gave me a mission. After you capture the princess of Cintra, Sirilla, you will continue to lead the troops to occupy the entire territory of Cintra.

, I will bring her to Emhyr.”

After finishing speaking, she added with a weird attitude: "I don't know why you have this weird collecting habit for the Cintra royal family, but even if I agree, I can't capture Cintra's Rann for you.

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"My compliments to you are sincere, Fringilla. I don't know how many warlocks who are living in embarrassment will be inspired by your words to contribute to Emhyr's warlock army. When they truly experience the kind of dependence on others,

How many people will regret it later in life?"

Vilgefortz shook his head. He did not serve the Emperor of Nilfgaard, but cooperated with him. He met Emhyr when he was an exiled prince, supported him step by step, and guided him to become the ruler he is today.

The emperor of nearly half the continent.

He also gained the support of an empire's power and wealth. Now, it seems that he is very close to his goal, just one step away.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Wigefortz's lips, but it quickly faded away:

"Destroying a fleet may indeed be too difficult, but delaying them for a while is enough, right? This time difference is enough for you to completely annihilate Cintra's troops and invade their capital.

At this moment, he still has the look of a warrior bent on fighting like he followed Tisaya during the day. If someone else were to guess Wigfortz's age based on his temperament at this moment, they would definitely increase it based on his true age.

Several times.

Fringilla's expression became solemn. If Skellig and Cintra united, they might really be able to hinder the progress of Nilfgaard's army.

Vilgefortz then added: "In addition to Sirilla, Cintra also has a member of the royal family named Lann, Lann Lannister Leanne, you can also capture him and treat him as

This is my personal request."

Now Skellig's support force has set off, and what is written on this note is the place where their fleet will pass. I need you to take your troops to stop them."

In fact, she still had something to say. Everyone of the older generation of magicians knew forbidden magic, but the young magicians didn't learn it after receiving academy education. So Triss's accusations against her were not harmful at all.

, only a new generation of warlocks like herself would care about this kind of thing.

Wilgefortz returned to his room and watched the ebb and flow of the coast outside the academy.

His demeanor and polite expression faded from his face little by little, and the fierceness and ferocity in his eyes began to burst out little by little:

"...What a waste!"

"Blood of the Ancients...I should have caught you earlier...if it wasn't for the fact that my experiment was not yet complete."

"That is to say...only Cirilla is left now..."
Chapter completed!