Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1455 1427. Tissaya

The entire Aretuosa has become a mess, and the sudden outbreak of violent fighting makes no one care about others.

The traitorous wizards had planned for a long time, while the wizards outside of them could only improvise.

Margarita and Triss fought with Francesca and Fecat when the rebellion broke out after the questioning at the Gastang Palace.

At that time, the forbidden magic circle had been crushed by Vilgefortz's massive magic power, and everyone could cast spells at will.

So a pure-blooded elf and the current dean of Arethusa started a magical battle almost instantly!

The friendship and friendship that once existed, and even the sympathy for the plight of the inhuman race, were forgotten amid the violence and conspiracy.

Francesca is a sorcerer who is the same generation as Tisaya, or even older.

The lifespan of pure-blood elves is extraordinary.

But even if the traitors took the lead, Margarita, who had been on guard for a long time, still raised her hand and shot them.

There was no warning and a sudden non-magical attack hit Francesca on the shoulder, just inches away from killing her at the start of the battle!

Due to subsequent injuries, this 'most beautiful woman in the world' could only cooperate with Feikat, barely holding Margarita and Triss back, and finally escaped in embarrassment.

But even if it was just a delay, the traces of their magic attacks almost shattered a rock cliff outside the Gastang Palace.

Triss and Margarita didn't know where Maddie Soderenger, who specialized in medical magic, was, but Lan knew it.

He dragged Geralt directly to the crystal cultivation laboratory.

Only here can Gedemitis, whose heart was cut open, be saved.

When Lan En came here, it was as expected.

The door that he had originally opened and sealed had been opened with the right technique, and inside lay several wounded warlocks bleeding and wailing and screaming.

On the desk in the laboratory, Gedimitis, whose nightgown had been soaked in blood and her arms were open, was lying on it like a corpse.

The equipment in the crystal cultivation laboratory is running at maximum power.

A new heart is gradually constructed from the transparent culture fluid at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye.

And Mattie Soderenger, she even wore the same dress from the dinner.

The kind of tulle that can reveal every bit of her body, but these tulles are now stuck to her body with blood. Even the curves of the sorceress's body can no longer catch the eye from these cruel blood-red traces.

Mattie was using her magic to replace Gedemitis' lost heart and pump blood throughout his body, but her hand couldn't be moved away for a moment.

"New wounded? What's going on outside?"

"The rebellion is over. All that's left now is the aftermath. You can treat them here with peace of mind. What's going on with Gdymitis now?"

"I can keep him, as long as nothing happens to his heart."

After Lan En spoke, the sorceress turned around in surprise. Only when she really saw this tall and majestic body did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I have only met him a few times, it is self-evident that this person and this powerful and reliable body can bring people a sense of security when they are in the same camp.

"This is..." Maddie looked at Geralt who was being dragged by Lan En, "Yennefer's lover?"

"To be precise," Lan put Geralt in the laboratory, "they are lovers. They are not together just because they want to have sex."

"Yennefahiri" Geralt kept saying these two names even if he fell asleep.

Mattie sighed almost jealously: "Yes, it looks like they are lovers. Did he hurt his head? Did he vomit?"

Lan pointed at the traces of vomit mixed with blood that had flowed onto Geralt's stomach.

Mattie nodded at this: "Very good, it looks like a slight concussion. If the technology here is applied to that leg, it should be fine. It's just that it will be a little troublesome to rest."

"Rest." Lan En nodded, "I do know a place that is suitable for him to rest, but now his injuries will be left to you."

After sending Geralt to Mattie for treatment, Lan went all the way down to the location close to Roshar Palace on Thanede Island.

This is the direction of Tissaya that Margarita pointed just now.

He heard a roar.

Ms. Tissaya de Vries, who has always been delicate to the point of rigidity, was standing at the corner of a dilapidated tower.

She raised her hands, flames dancing in her palms. As he recited the incantation, the voice was no longer calm and clear, but almost screaming.

A dazzling and expanding fireball roared downwards and flew out.

The fireball flying from Tissaya's hand seemed to be enough to collapse a city wall!

"boom!!"

She literally brought down a wall. Lan En heard the sound of the city wall collapsing, as well as screams and hurried retreat.

"Go back!" Tissaya yelled down rudely with an anger that Lan En had never seen before, "No one invites the lackeys of the kings here! The kings you obey are also short-sighted fools!"

A timid negotiation voice came from below: "Dear Ms. Tissaya, we, we just want to go in and help! The north has lost too many warlocks overnight. We can help clean up the ruins and treat the wounded!"

"Gos Velen's municipal staff are here too! We have no disrespect or malice toward the warlocks, we just want to help."

"I said, get out!"

The flames expanded again, burning the air with a muffled sound.

"Stop, Tisaya!" Lan En quickly approached and shouted at the same time, "Don't continue, the rebellion is over! You can only call those people a massacre!"

"Shut up, Lan!"

Tissaya screamed.

"The civil strife that destroyed the unity of wizards is over, and this island is still ruled by wizards! Kings have no business intervening in conflicts between wizards, this is our internal matter! We will resolve this stupid dispute and move on, because The wizard carries the fate of the world on his shoulders!"

Seeing the fireball in Tisaya's hand, she was about to blast it out in her agitated mind.

Lan En's sonorous footsteps suddenly sank!

There was a rapid "swish" sound! His body seemed to turn into a wisp of smoke.

[Acceleration Technique] instantly shortened the distance between him and Tissaya.

Easily, Lan grabbed both Tissaya's wrists with one hand and controlled the spell-casting gesture.

The still-burning flame was pressed against his armor without changing his expression, and [Smaug] endured it completely.

The other hand covered Tissaya's mouth to prevent her from reciting the spell.

This simple and crude method is often used by warriors to control some ordinary mages in unexpected situations.

Of course, Tissaya is not an ordinary mage. In addition to gestures and spells, she can cast magic just by thinking.

But Lan En only used this simple method to control Tishaya and force her into his arms.

Tissaya was struggling, even letting out a muffled curse when Lan En covered her mouth.

But she was already held down by Lan En, and there was no way she could break free.

"It's over, Tissaya, it's over"

Lan En whispered, comforting the sorceress.

And Tisaya's yelling and struggling became less and less intense. Gradually, she started to become weak and relaxed, just like a powder keg that was about to explode at a moment's notice.

Leaning on Lan En who was imprisoning her.

Only when Tissaya showed no signs of getting agitated anymore did Lan loosen his grip on her body.

Only then did Lan En see what Tissaya looked like now.

The sorceress who once couldn't stand even one hair straying, her hair disheveled and her face stained with burning black ash.

The complicated robes were awkwardly tangled together, messy and dirty.

She lowered her head, as if she didn't want others to see her current appearance.

But she had no intention of tidying up her appearance at all. It was clear that she could make her whole body look brand new with just a snap of her fingers. A feeling of despair and complete indifference.

"Philippa Earhart has escaped, flapping her owl wings and fleeing. As one of the masterminds of last night's vicious plot, she is undoubtedly a sinner, a sinner of wizards."

"But what about me, Lan?"

As she spoke, Tissaya raised her face with a self-deprecating smile.

"My prejudice, or insight, towards Philippa caused us to be suspicious of each other last night. I am obsessed with the independent status of the warlocks, but I lost it last night because of this persistence ”

The self-mockery in her smile became more intense: "You know? If Vilgefortz entered the Gastang Palace one second later, even for one second at night, Gedimitis and I would personally take action to kill those traitors. The magic-blocking golden handcuffs were opened."

"Because both of us are convinced that this is a conspiracy organized by Philippa to eliminate dissidents. If the captured warlocks cannot escape, they may be executed. In the end, they want to execute others."

"I haven't cut the blood vessels on my wrist yet, just because I still have a fig leaf in my heart: I haven't let go of those traitors with my own hands, right?"

Lan En just nodded, and he gently hugged Tissaya, who seemed to be so soft that she had no bones.

"It has passed. From your perspective, you have made reasonable inferences and actions."