The basic function of the Kunn Seal is to block physical attacks. Experienced witch hunters can usually practice it to block magic attacks with small powers at the same time.

Lay the key points, small power.

The moonlight arrow shot by Xin Sheng was like a meteor passing through the night sky, hitting the big tree where Seret was hiding.

"boom!"

The big tree was penetrated by the entire tree, and Seret, who was hiding behind, was also hit.

The protective barrier maintained by the Quinn Seal instantly shattered like glass, and Seret's left shoulder was left with a ferocious blood hole by the moonlight arrow that passed by.

"ah!"

"Serrit!"

Resor, who seemed to be bulky, was very flexible in movement. He rushed to the seriously injured and fell to the ground with one step, and at the same time waved his hands to release the Heliotlop French Seal.

"boom!"

Another moonlight arrow hit, and the magic defense barrier maintained by Reso fluctuated violently, barely blocking the energy arrows that came to attack.

Xin Sheng could not shoot out continuously and efficiently for this kind of moonlight arrow like a missile.

The rate of fire and power can only focus on one of the two. Xin Sheng will make flexibly choices based on different battle situations.

The attack seriously injured Seret, and Resor was also held in place and could not move.

Losing reinforcements from companions, the gap in strength between Oaks and Geralt began to gradually emerge.

Oaks, who was a little excited, kept fighting and indulging in the twisted pleasure of completely suppressing Geralt.

Geralt swung his sword in an experienced and steady manner to block all Oaks' attacks, and calmly sat down and watched him squander his physical strength.

“Hu…hu…”

Sure enough, not long after, Ox, who was venting his emotions like a mad dog, became panting.

"clang!"

Grasping Oaks' weakness of moving movements, Geralt pulled the steel sword up and launched a counterattack.

The steel sword technique with a big opening and closing was in turn suppressing the exhausted Oaks and knocked the opponent's long sword away during the last collision of the two swords.

"Buzz!"

Geralt's face was still not red and panting with a heavy sword on Oaks' neck.

In comparison, Oaks, whose breathing rhythm was chaotic, looked very embarrassed, with a blue and white face.

But he still gritted his teeth and raised his head, unwilling to admit his failure.

Geralt ignored Oaks' resentful eyes and said calmly: "The number of witch hunters has dropped drastically, and I will not kill the few remaining compatriots at will."

"But if you still insist on being hostile to me... then don't blame me."

The powerful energy shooting stopped for a long time, and Resor guessed that the other party had no intention of continuing to attack.

While Geralt retracted his sword and retreated, Resor hurriedly took out the most advanced white Farrard potion from his waist and poured it into the mouth of Seret, who was unconscious due to injury.

After Geralt left, Resor looked at Ox who was angrily pounding the ground with a gloomy face.

"Ox, see what happens to you rashly."

Osk turned to look at Resor and Threat. The wound on his companion's shoulder had stopped bleeding under the effect of the potion, but the hideous wound would definitely not heal in a short period of time.

“Is this what you want?”

"Answer me!"

“Resor…”

After the impulse passed, Oaks's congested brain finally calmed down and he lowered his head with guilt on his face.

"Sorry, I promise that this won't happen again in the future."

Resor snorted coldly: "Leave your apology to Seret."

...

After meeting Geralt, Xin Sheng did not say much. The two returned to the camp overnight and found the horse tied to the forest by Geralt.

"What's the situation? Didn't the conversation start well at the beginning? Why did the fight suddenly start?"

Geralt was also confused about this: "I don't know, the man named Oaks seemed to be crazy suddenly, and he was inexplicably jealous of me."

"envy?"

Xin Sheng scratched his head in confusion and complained in his heart with a bad taste: "Jealous of Geralt's name as a pile driver?"

Although the process was a little tortuous, Geralt finally got information about Yennefa from Resso, and he also told Xin Sheng about the crisis that Temolia is facing now.

Xin Sheng was not interested in the changes in the world pattern, and the survival or death of Taimolia had nothing to do with him.

Xin Sheng could guess why Geralt showed concern, patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, Tris is not the kind of person who sacrificed his country."

"Once she finds that the situation is not good, she will immediately mobilize the magic net energy to teleport away. We should focus on finding Yennefa's whereabouts."

Since the goal has been achieved, Xin Sheng does not intend to intervene in the game between various forces in Lomungne and let them continue to bite the dog.

By the time these northern kings decide the final victory or defeat, the Niphgad Empire may have captured the entire continent.

Xin Sheng took out the map and checked the location of Malipo City.

“It is right south of Vigima, on a large plain north of the Chaut River.”

"Well……"

Xin Sheng said to Geralt with a giggle and laughter: "I think we can return directly with Vigima."

"With the current morale of the Taimoglia army, Malipo City is definitely not able to defend. As long as you pass through this plain, Nifgad's army can reach Vigima directly."

‘Is this a trick of fate? Maybe Yennefa really wants to meet Tris in Vigima.’

Yennefa had never been to Kelmohan before, and he did not visit the first time in the later stage of the plot of Wizard 3.

And the first thing she did after Kelmohan settled was to discard the bed that Geralt and Tris rolled over.

This shows the sorcerer's attitude towards Geralt's endless romantic affairs.

During the horseback ride, Xin Sheng looked at Geralt by his side from time to time with pity, which made him confused.

‘Brother White Wolf, the blessings of all people are not so easy to enjoy. You should ask for more blessings.’

...

The development of the situation is not much different from Xin Sheng's expectations.

When the two of them rushed back to Vigima, Nifgad's army was just advancing to the outskirts of Vigima, and now they are stationed on the shore of Lake Vigima, facing the Temolia defenders on the walls.

Holding Triss's franchise, the two of them rode their horses into the city and rushed straight to the palace.

The vast majority of the Temolia nobles rushed to Lomune to attend the summit, trying to show their presence in front of the kings of other countries.

The one who stayed behind Vigima was the supreme military commander of the Termolia. He served as the commander-in-chief of the Northern Alliance in the Second Northern War, John Natalis.

The defenders guarding the walls of Vigima were the most elite blue-clothed iron guards in Temolia, and their commander Vernon Roche was commanding loudly at the top of the city.

Vigima, who was originally peaceful and peaceful, was suddenly attacked by troops, and the people in the city were panicked.

As Xin Sheng and Geralt drove all the way to the palace, all the vendors passing by closed their doors, and the entire Vigima City seemed very deserted.

Tris was waiting outside the palace gate for the two of them to return. Seeing them returning empty-handed, Tris didn't ask much.

Just as Geralt judged, at the moment when Temolia was about to destroy the king, it was meaningless to be the murderer of the king.

After the three of them met, Geralt persuaded straight to the point: "Tris, it's time for you to leave."

Tris's face was not very good-looking.

Reason told her that Temolia was no longer saved, but her sensibility was not so easy to accept.

Tris is from Maripo, and Temolia is her motherland.

He finally became a court sorcerer with his achievements, and his country was destroyed before his butt was warmed up. No one could easily accept such speechless setbacks.

"I know, it's time to say goodbye to this country... and you guys, teleport with me, and leave."

Xin Sheng and Geralt looked at each other, and the person involved, Geralt, came forward to answer.

"I can't leave yet."

"Yenafa...is in the imperial army."

Tris: “…ha?”
Chapter completed!