Duke Camden Atrie was riding on his horse and looked down at a scar on his forearm.

That was the wound left by the black iron sword of the wild hunter.

A few months ago, he led the Nifgaard fleet to fight the Wild Hunter Legion in the Skelig Islands.

The battle ended with the famous witch hunter, White Wolf, who killed the wild hunting king Arretin.

In that battle, the Duke himself killed several wild hunters and suffered several injuries.

Most of the Nifgaard fleet he led sank, and countless soldiers under his command were killed or injured.

He will still experience that battle over and over in nightmare, and see the phantom of the black ship named Nefajir in the depths of the fog.

His eyes secretly glanced to one side, but the Duke saw more than a hundred wild hunters wearing heavy armor standing neatly behind him at this time, with pairs of black eye holes on the skeleton armor seemingly staring at him.

Thousands of Nifgaard soldiers in winged helmets lined up with these heavy armored warriors. They were arranged in neat formations, and the black armor shone brightly under the sun.

Whenever he sees this ridiculous scene, he will fall into a daze.

Duke Atri shook his head and looked out to the deformed valley covered with dense forests in the distance.

A few loud noises came from deep in the woods, and countless crowns swayed left and right.

Fighting is happening there.

He had just visited the Etoria plain a few days ago. On the wasteland where birds do not shit, he saw the rumored giant tower

He even met his old friend, Atorio, on the construction site. The tender and tender Governor of Ettoria has only been seen for two months and has been burnt into bronze.

Emperor Enhill summoned him in that wizard tower.

The emperor's kindness, to be precise, the mage behind the emperor gave the duke an order to cooperate with the troops in the mage tower to clear the valley called the Wanmo Cave.

So more than a hundred wild hunters were mixed with Nifgaard's Alba Division.

There were more than a hundred high-level vampires and a bunch of warlocks.

There are two more demon hunters.

Duke Atri led such a strangely shaped mixed force to this [Caval of Ten Thousand Demons] located in the Amel Mountains and began such an inexplicable "joint war".

Although he had no experience in commanding such "extraordinary troops", he still made tactical arrangements as much as possible.

He could only defend the most vulnerable human army as a reserve combat force on the periphery of the forest, and sent those high-level vampires as main forces into the valley.

Anyway, those things are immortal.

The Duke squinted his eyes and looked into the sky.

The battle lasted all day and the sun had begun to set.

"Sage." The Duke looked at Ada Emin on the side and said respectfully: "Notify everyone to withdraw. It is too dangerous to fight at night."

The black-haired mage asked him not to have any casualties.

The beautiful female elf nodded, and just as she was about to agree, the disc around her waist lit up. Yennefa's voice came out, and the background was mixed with monster roars and continuous explosions:

"Ada, use Sunstone."

Hearing this sentence, the duke beside him breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had relaxed.

The beautiful female elf took out a pyramid-shaped metal box from the servant beside her and took out a white crystal from it.

As she lifted the sunstone high into the air, the surrounding air seemed to quiet down.

The obscure spell is read from the elf:

“Midraalis,    hea'tal   flarllis..”(I will give my sincerity to you)”

As the spell was chanted, a glimmer of light flashed on the white crystal stone. The wind sounded around it, and countless sun flags on the black Nifgad army were rushing.

Immediately afterwards, a black sun slowly opened above the Ten Thousand Demon Caves. Just as everyone was stunned by the strange scene, a violent white light suddenly burst out from there, instantly submerging the world.

When the strong light dissipated, people saw the entire valley white. The originally dark green jungle was covered with a layer of white frost, as if a blizzard had swept across the entire Wanmo Valley in the blink of an eye.

Three huge black warships are floating above the forest.

"Nefajir..." the Duke murmured to himself: "Three Nefajir."

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Geralt breathed heavily and exhaled a mass of white steam from his mouth.

The battle around continued, and countless black Andreggs still surged out of the trench and turned into corpses under the magicians' spells and the sharp claws of vampires.

Wherever you see, all the trees were covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, refracting the light of flames and lightning, and they were like dreams for a moment.

Looking up, three huge black hulls almost covered the entire sky.

The dark hulls were spliced ​​with countless steel armors one meter square, like the belly of black giant beasts wearing scales.

Immediately afterwards, countless blue portals opened from the air, as if they appeared out of thin air and then broke and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

One black figure after another fell out of the portals and plunged straight into the forest below.

One of them fell heavily into the swamp not far away in front of Geralt.

The white frost exploded as soon as the figure landed, and directly frozen the area within a radius of more than ten meters. It seemed that a spike flower made of white ice cone bloomed on the swamp.

The mist dissipated, and a tall and strong figure was kneeling on the ground on one knee. He was wearing a gorgeous wild hunting armor, as if wrapped in a steel skeleton. A circle of spikes on his helmet formed a pitch-black crown.

The Wild Hunter King slowly stood up and drew a giant sword with a bent blade from the ice surface.

"White Wolf..." A low voice like a monster came from under the skeleton armor: "It's been a long time..."

"Long time no see." Geralt answered directly: "Everyone told me that."

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Zach stood at the bow of a Nefagil.

Behind him, the black-haired warlock Wigofortz looked a little confused, and seemed to be immersed in the surprise of traveling through the world.

Zach looked at his hand and a "sun stone" was emitting a white glimmer.

These unsightly crystals can actually convey information through the void. If used properly, they can even become communication tools between different worlds.

The black-haired mage looked at the forest in the sky, and the dark green valley was covered with white frost.

Large areas of tree canopy swaying left and right, and the entire jungle seemed to have come alive.

It was countless monsters moving in the forest, gathering towards an area south of the valley.

There is the front line of the battlefield, with red mist spreading among dense trees, and you can also see the light of flames and lightning jumping and shining.

Warlocks, witch hunters and high-level vampires are fighting with the monsters.

And above their heads, countless wild hunters were being "airdropped" into the battlefield.

This is a pre-designed "training".

Zach has gathered a group of powerful combat forces in this world, but how to make them cooperate effectively is a big problem.

The witch hunters have always been alone, and warlocks rarely enter the battlefield.

There is only conflict between the Wild Hunting Legion and humans, and there has never been any cooperation.

The advanced vampires who can kill the city by one hand have no idea of ​​war.

So Zach simply threw them into this Demon Valley and let them get some good work.

But now it seems that Commander Nifgad is also a little too cautious.

He left all the mortals outside and sent the extraordinary people into the forest. It was not his fault for this, after all, he seemed to have given the order of "zero casualties".

The battle seemed to be at a deadlock.

The black-haired mage's eyes swept across the valley, and he saw a huge trench running through the entire forest, with countless black Andregg Cancer crawling inside.

This dark "river" connects the battlefield at one end, and the other end connects a giant insect nest like a hill deep in the jungle.

"Wiggofortz..." Zach turned his head slightly and pointed to the mountain bag that kept gushing out like a fountain: "I'll leave it to you."

The target was several kilometers away, but the warlock just nodded slightly.

He walked to the side of the black warship, slowly raised his arms, and recited the spell without hesitation.

The thunderous sound of the same bell spread throughout the forest with Nefajir as the center.

The mantra is extremely long and difficult to pronounce, but it is clear and pleasant in Wigofotz's mouth, with clear syllables.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the sky, which had only a few thin clouds floating, was filled with dark clouds in an instant.

The wind was howling in the air, and the black sails of three Nefagier were clamoring, pulling the huge hull and swaying.

The spell came to an abrupt end.

"Super-level magic..." Wigofortz raised his right hand, pointing his index and middle fingers to the lead-gray clouds: "Tornado."

As his fingers pressed down gently, a black storm was "pulled" out of the clouds by him.

The storm descended quickly, like a pitch-black spear penetrated straight into the jungle.

Without any warning or borrowing any natural energy, a tornado was created out of thin air.

There are only two types of warlocks in this world.

One is called a warlock,
Chapter completed!