Wigovertz sat down.

His eyes were out of focus for a moment, and he glanced at the decorations in the room with a little blank look.

He had expected similar situations, but in his speculation, this was the worst possible. When this situation really happened, even if he was prepared, Vigovertz could not hide his composure.

"Our magic..."

"This is unreasonable!" Philipba's voice was harsh.

"The Forbidden Demon Ring can curb us from releasing magic, but for the power that has been released... Elemental... Spirit... Energy's origin... Demon source..."

Philiba was a little incoherent.

"Now do you understand why I have to kill that Roger at all costs?"

Wigovertz's voice came.

"Haha, the great warlock created the witch hunter, but looking at the current situation, I even suspect that this Roger has been sealed for a long time and was not out of trouble until not long ago."

"If he doesn't die, we will have no future."

Wigovertz stood up from his seat with his fists clenched.

"Plan the second step to mobilize the troops. I will let Leo Bonnat launch an attack before dawn, and the Codwin soldiers you bring will join in at that time."

"There is no such link in the plan. You have said that these soldiers are only used to defend and guard the checkpoints. The general who commands the soldiers only obeys the king. I cannot give orders to him!"

"You have a way."

Wigovertz sneered.

"That power seems to be able to cover Kelmohan, so your magic can still take effect here."

"Let your sorcerer do this."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Wigovertz's eyes, "They are so clever and there is always a way to convince those men."

"What do you mean?" Philipba was furious.

The sorcerer is indeed a wasteful person and his behavior is not so conscientious, but in Wigovertz's mouth, it seems that there is no difference from a slut.

"This is treason!"

Philipba roared!

"The first time I heard that a sorcerer has his own country." Wigovertz sneered and walked out without looking back.

"I will launch an attack at dawn, and then I hope those soldiers are already there. After all, the more people, the smaller the chances of our mistakes."

"This is not only related to our future, but also our current life and death."

"That Roger is in the castle now. If he survives, none of us can escape the assassination of that guy."

Wigovertz lifted the curtain and disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, Philipba, who was thinking alone, was interrupted by someone's thoughts again, and a low voice came from outside the door.

“Something happened.”

"Don't bother me..."

"It's Triss. Someone found Triss at the foot of the mountain. She should have come from Kelmohan's direction."

"Kelmohan?"

Philiba's eyes lit up, "Take her in...and help me call another person."

As soon as Yennafa entered the room, he saw Triss with messy hair and stains on his body. What is particularly noteworthy is the Forbidden Demon Ring carried on Tris's hand.

"Just just now, did you think your lover was destroyed along with that castle?"

Yennaef's face turned pale, obviously not recovering from the impact just now. She glanced at Tris, whose face was calm.

"What do you want?" Yennefa faced tit-for-tat, not denying what Philiba said.

"I just like you."

Philiba smiled.

"I think you already know what happened, and now I'm willing to give you a chance."

Philiba looked at Yennefa.

"Wigovertz will launch an attack at dawn. The main force of the attack is real soldiers disguised as mercenaries. In addition, we will also remove some of the Codwin soldiers sent here."

"An army of this size can be enough to flatten a city. In addition, I have sent someone to spread the news just now that the subsequent reinforcements are already on the way."

"The King of Codwin doesn't mind having an extra wife of fourteen or fifteen years old. Even if it's a long way from Cinruila, if the girl is traded out, it will definitely be exchanged for rich political chips."

"So the Kodwin army will block the entire mountain range one after another. At that time, one person and one foot will be enough to level the entire Kelmohan."

"So the people there are dead."

Although Ye Naifa's expression on his face was tense, the worries in his eyes could not be covered up.

The warlock seems to have powerful power, but this power cannot surpass the royal power and nobles.

"But now, I have a way to keep Geralt alive."

Philiba's voice was full of temptation.

"What's the solution?" Yennifal asked anxiously.

"you!"

Phileba pointed at the sorcerer.

"Me?" Yennefa sneered, "There is everything he cherishes, and he will not leave."

"Even for you, it's not possible?"

Yennafa's face darkened and he shook his head.

She knew Geralt, and that man was even willing to die for her, but there were some things he would never do.

This is also one of the reasons why the two sides frequently quarrel.

"What about you?"

"Do you want him to survive?"

Philipba continued.

"What do you mean?"

"Make a deal."

"I can put you in and bring Geralt out, but I have a condition that I want something else besides Geralt."

"What?"

"Kelmohan's method of ineffective magic."

"That's impossible. Geralt won't give it to me, maybe he may not know."

"That's your problem."

"My friend, you can't let him survive and continue to love you, just like the thing you lost when you became a warlock."

"Don't be too greedy, there are always things that cannot be taken care of."

"They are not wary of you. Whether it is stealing or deceiving, you can use all means to get what I want."

"I will send someone to pick you up before dawn, give me what I want, and you can take Geralt away."

"He will hate me for the rest of his life!"

Yennefa's face turned pale, as if he had thought of the terrible result.

"But he can live."

The last sentence pierced into Yennefa's heart like a sharp blade, making her tremble.

"Don't promise her, Yennifal, even if you really succeed, everyone is dead, only Geralt himself..."

Tris on the side suddenly shouted loudly.

"Whatever you want, you can think about it carefully, but there is not much time left for you." Philipba didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Her eyes were confident. If it were any other conditions, ordinary people would never agree, but she knew Yennefa.

"Okay, I promise you!"

This sentence seemed to exhaust all Yennefa's strength.

“But I have a condition.”

"Speak up?"

"Whether successful or not, you must let Tris go."

Yennefa made a choice.
Chapter completed!