The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 429 Lynn Joins the Hunt
In the capital city of Nasser, at the governor's mansion of Ras Ryan.

After listening to Drake's report, Lynn couldn't help but laugh.

"Congratulations, she finally got what she wanted."

Although Lynn did not name anyone.

But Drake understood who Lynn was referring to.

“Your Highness, Philippa’s ambition is as deep as an abyss. If she were to unite Redania into a cohesive whole, she would pose a considerable threat to us.”

Based on the intelligence network Drake has gathered, it has been confirmed that King Vizmir was assassinated by Philippa's men.

Moreover, after Philippa's lover, Dijestra, discovered this, Philippa even tried to kill Dijestra.

However, Dijkstra escaped.

Thus, in Drake's mind, Philippa was labeled as a "madwoman/dangerous".

Drake is not afraid of opponents who are extremely cunning. No matter how cunning they are, as long as they are driven by self-interest, there are still clues to be found.

What she fears most is someone who acts entirely on their own whims, or someone who is utterly stupid.

The former refers to tyrants and incompetent rulers.

And the latter...

It's better not to do anything.

Whenever I try to do something, I always manage to mess it up.

Then, with an innocent look on her face, she said, "It's not their fault, they didn't want it to be like this either."

In Drake's view, Philippa was that kind of person.

If her lord intended to side with Philippa, Drake would risk her life to remonstrate with him.

"It's alright, don't worry."

The greater Philippa's ambition, the faster she will fall.

If I had to describe Philippa in one sentence, it would be "incompetent, yet loves to play".

If she had been more cautious and learned from her mistakes, she wouldn't have repeatedly acted like a rat in the street in the original story.

The most ironic thing is that in The Witcher 3, after finally regaining her freedom, she still tried to interfere in politics and even set her sights on the position of court sorcerer in Nilfgaard.

This woman is a classic example of someone who will die if she doesn't court disaster. If she were even slightly content, it wouldn't be difficult for her to live a happy and fulfilling life.

"There is one more thing. Ms. Philippa proposed to the Academy of Aretusa that, in order to deal with the new situation in the Northern Kingdoms and the future of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, she proposed to hold a Warlock Summit on Thaned Island."

"Hmm, the Warlock Summit, is it? What did Ms. Tissaya and Ms. Margarita say?"

"They want to hear your opinion, sir."

In the original timeline, the Scoia'tael provided much assistance to the Nilfgaardian Empire during the First Northern War.

They fought in the rear of the northern kingdoms, raiding convoys and villages, filling the north with hatred for non-human races from top to bottom.

As a result, after the end of the First Northern War, the northern kingdoms were successfully led to commit numerous atrocities against non-human races.

Northerners can't tell who's a member of the Squirrel Party and who isn't.

Therefore, northerners choose not to distinguish.

The nobles and royalty tacitly approved of the mob's actions against inhuman races.

But now, because of Lynn, Nilfgaard is not only unable to cross the Manada Valley, but is also embroiled in a civil war.

Those squirrel gangs operating in the north, having lost the guidance and financial support of foreign forces, have fallen into a state of indecision.

Therefore, until the end of the first Northern War on this timeline, the Scoia'tael did not cause much damage in the North, and the Northerners' hostility towards non-human races was much less than in the original storyline.

Therefore, the purpose of this warlock summit has changed from stopping the atrocities committed by the northerners against non-human races to discussing the new situation and future of the north.

Lynn wasn't so blind to Philippa's little schemes.

Isn't it just a desire to gain the support of the Warlock Brotherhood?

At the very least, we must get the support of Aretusa Academy.

“Go and tell Ms. Tessaya and Ms. Margarita that I have given permission.”

"Also, go and call Letso and the others over. I have a new task for them."

……

half a month later.

San Andreas, Gaston Palace.

"Don't you find it a bit deserted?" Philippa gently swirled her wine glass, her gaze sweeping across the empty hall. "I thought all the sorcerers would be gathered, but only a few have come."

Within the vast Gastham Palace, only the two governing bodies of the Warlock Brotherhood—the Society of Talents and Arts and the High Council of Warlocks—were present, totaling nine members: Tissaya, Vigfortz, Francesca, Terranova, Fekart, Radcliffe, Kaduin, Philippa, and Yennefer.

There should have been ten people.

Gedimidis is not here.

Before the banquet began, Tishaya, as instructed by Lynn, dispatched Aretusa's best medical sorcerers to help Gedimidis with his heart condition.

“The nine of us are enough.” Tisaya said calmly, looking directly at Philippa. “Let’s get straight to the point, Philippa.”

Philippa smiled slightly and said without any hesitation, "Vigorforts is a traitor from the North. He has sided with Nilfgaard."

Philippa dared to expose him in front of Vigforts because the entire Gaston Palace was shrouded in a magic-suppressing barrier.

Of the nine sorcerers present, all except Tisaya, who controlled the anti-magic barrier, were unable to cast spells due to the barrier itself.

Philippa knew that Vigoforts was second only to Tissaia in strength, perhaps equal to or slightly stronger than Margarita, Tissaia's most outstanding student and the current Dean of Aretusa.

But none of that matters.

Because as long as Tissaia and the anti-magic barrier are present, Vigforts cannot cause any trouble.

Therefore, Philippa no longer bothered with power struggles and tricks, and instead planned to take down Wigford directly.

Philippa's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Apart from Tissaia and Yennefer, two sorceresses whose secrets had already been "spoiled" by Lynn, the other sorcerers present all showed expressions of shock.

They all looked at Wigford with disbelief.

But Wigford remained unfazed, as if he wasn't the one being accused.

He smiled faintly and looked at Tisaya: "Dean, you don't believe Ms. Philippa's nonsense, do you?"

Although she has long since stepped down as Dean of Aretuza, many warlocks still habitually refer to Tessaia as Dean.

If Tissaya had never met Lynn, this dean, whose magical skills were unparalleled but whose political acumen was practically nonexistent, might have truly been deceived by Vigforts.

After all, what Wigford did was too secretive, and he was too good at disguising himself.

In contrast, Philippa is different.

Too flamboyant, too pretentious.

Anyone who knows Philippa would think she's no pushover.

Therefore, in the past, Tisaya would have sympathized with Wigaffetez and thought that Philippa was causing trouble again.

But now, there are no ifs.

"Vigorforts, did you really assist the late Nilfgaardian Emperor Emhyr in returning from the north to the south and helping him regain his throne?"

Tissaya already knew from Lynn about the "good" things Wiggoffetz had done.

Tissaya has always remained neutral and unwilling to get involved in the conflicts between the kings or the North-South conflict.

But that doesn't mean she can tolerate traitors.

Moreover, the purpose of convening the Warlock Summit was not to fulfill Philippa's wishes, but to lure out the big fish, Vigfortz.

Gaston Palace was the carefully chosen burial place for the traitor Vigoforts.

Wigford frowned.

He wondered how Tissaya knew these secrets.

Philippa was secretly delighted; things were going more smoothly than she had anticipated.

I thought it would take a lot of effort to persuade Tissaya...

It seems that she doesn't need to do anything; Tissaya is already on her side.

I don't know what happened, but this is enough.

As long as Tisaya is there, there's nothing to be afraid of...

However, at that very moment, Philippa suddenly felt a sharp pain in her cheek, as if she had been slapped hard by an invisible force.

Her body flew out uncontrollably, crashing heavily into the wall, and blood gushed from her mouth.

She looked at Vigforts in shock, only to see that his magical energy was so dense that it was almost tangible.

Then, he contemptuously reached out and, as if tearing a thin sheet of paper, ripped open the magic-suppressing barrier that enveloped Gastang Palace.
Like opening a shield that kept the seawater out, chaotic magic surged in like a tidal wave.

Philippa stared in disbelief at everything before her.

How is it possible that Vigfortz tore apart the magic-suppressing barrier with pure magic power?

Even more unbelievable is...

Francesca stopped Tissaya.

Terranova used magic to cut open the throat of the unsuspecting Radcliffe, while Fikater used a magical arrow to pierce the lung of the caught-off-guard Kaduin.

The situation reversed instantly.

Philippa's mind was in complete chaos; she couldn't believe it, nor could she comprehend what was happening before her eyes.

As a villain, Wigford seems to have something to say to live up to his villainous status.

But Wigfordtz had no intention of explaining.

A viscous flame gathered in his hand.

They were actually planning to kill Philippa directly.

boom!
The thrown flames struck a magical barrier, scattering sparks that ignited the ceiling and floor.

The firelight illuminated Yennefer's figure.

“I almost forgot about you, Yennefer of Wengeburg, but since you’re standing in my way, then die.”

Vigfortz's magical skills were already superior to Yennefer's, and now he had gained almost inexhaustible magical power.

Despite Yennefer's best efforts, she was still defeated by Vigfortz.

Just as Vigfortz was about to finish off Yennefer and Philippa in one go, the floor beneath their feet suddenly cracked open.

The two fell, narrowly avoiding the lightning chain unleashed by Vigforts.

Wigford looked to the side.

His ally, the elven sorceress Francesca, lay at Tessaia's feet, her hands and feet bound by a golden chain, clearly subdued by Tessaia.

Terranova and Ficat stood behind Wigofferts.

This puts them in a standoff with Tissaya.

Tisaya's gaze was cold and stern, and she dared not look away from Wigfordts for even a moment.

She didn't look at Yennefer and Philippa; she knew they might have bumped their heads or injured their hands and feet. But as long as they were alive, magic could always heal them.

But if she fails, none of the three of them will survive.

Tisaya sighed, "Vigorfords, you've truly exceeded my expectations; you've actually captured a World Spirit."

The sorcerers of this world can draw magic from the four elements—air, water, earth, and fire.

Each element also has its own boundaries.

These four realms are located in places inaccessible to ordinary people; they are both in this world and not in this world.

Within these four realms reside beings called Realm Spirits.

Spirits are living storage devices for magical energy.

Whoever can command the spirits of the realm will no longer need to painstakingly draw power from nature; the spirits of the realm will directly skip this process, granting the sorcerer who can command the spirits infinite power.

It was with the help of the World Spirit that Vigoforts was able to tear apart the magic-suppressing barrier and even surpass Tisaya for a short period of time.

The reason it is described as a short period of time is because Wiegolford is still too young and not from a prestigious family.

All the magical knowledge he learned was outdated—which is why he was able to study at the magic school simply by paying tuition.

The more profound, advanced, and secret knowledge is kept only in the libraries of various magical families and is not easily passed on to people outside the family.

Of course, Vigfortz was the most brilliant and outstanding genius since the first sorcerer.

Given enough time, he will eventually find a way.

But what he lacks most right now is time.

Vigfortz was not yet two hundred years old. Among mortals, he was an undisputed elder, but among sorcerers, he was still considered a young man.

Especially compared to Tissaia, who was already famous during the Bloody Farga period, she still seems too young.

Therefore, although Vigfortz had gained powerful magic by relying on the spirits, he was still far inferior to Tissaia in terms of magical skill.

Given some time, Tessaia can find a weakness in his magic and then defeat him.

Therefore, Wigford could only overpower the master with haphazard attacks, not giving Tisaya a chance to find an opening.

A battle between the two sides is imminent.

But just then, a sudden sound of footsteps broke the tense atmosphere.

A young man with black hair slowly walked into the hall, his sword still dripping with blood.

"You haven't resolved things here yet, but I've already finished mine."

Then, the young man's gaze fell on Francesca, who was bound by golden chains, and his tone carried an indescribable meaning.

"You actually spared her life? Tisaya, you are truly merciful."

Wigford frowned slightly.

The young man was recognized as the recently famous witcher nobleman, Grand Duke Augustus.

It was also thanks to this man that Vigforts' decades-long plan to bring the Nilfgaardian Empire to the forefront failed.

Even his carefully chosen pawn, Emhyr Emris, died in the rebellion.

This completely messed up his plans.

But at this moment, none of that matters.

Importantly, this is the Warlock Summit, a place where only the most powerful members of the Warlock Brotherhood are qualified to be present.

What is this witcher doing here?

“Lynn Augustus, what are you doing here?” Terranova asked warily.

“Ah, you ask about that? Well,” Lynn smiled slightly, his tone relaxed, “this warlock summit was convened at my behest, with the aim of luring out you Southerners. Now it seems the plan has been half successful.”

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the bloodstains from his sword flying onto the magnificent marble floor of Gaston Palace.

“The Scoia'tael gang that Francesca secretly sent to Xenide Island has been dealt with by me. Now it’s your turn, the three of you.”

Terranova's eyelids twitched: "What utter nonsense! You're just a witcher, I'll teach you a lesson..."

But before he could finish speaking, his vision suddenly blurred.

Then the witcher vanished from his sight, and his view plummeted rapidly, finally appearing to stop on the floor.

"Whose boots are these? They look familiar..."

This was Terranova's last consciousness.

Wigford's eyelids twitched.

Lynn's speed from charging forward to drawing his sword and killing was so fast that even he didn't have time to react.

'This is not the speed a Witcher should have.'

Wigfordt's expression was solemn.

Vigfortz also knew the history of the Witcher.

If witchers possessed such power, the Brotherhood of Warlocks wouldn't have considered them inferior.

Compared to Wigford, Ficart was not as composed.

Seeing his fellow high-ranking member of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers killed so easily by Lynn, he couldn't help but shout out in a fit of rage.

"No! This is impossible! What are you?"

"Refusing to call people 'things' is really rude of you."

Lynn's gaze fell on Wiggoffts.

Even an ordinary person could sense the terrifying, almost tangible, magical power emanating from Vigoforts.

"This aura... Vigfortz, you actually captured a World Spirit?"

"A mere Witcher, and he knows about World Spirits?" Vigfortz tried to mask his unease with a dismissive tone.

He didn't know where his unease came from.

The other party was clearly just a witcher.

However, the other party's claims that he orchestrated the Warlock Summit and that he had eliminated Francesca's Scoia'tael party do not seem to be unfounded.

Because none of the people present, including Terranova and Ficattle who were on his side, should have known that Francesca had arranged for several Scoia'tael commando teams to enter through the secret passages of Xenide Island to help them kill the Northern and Neutral sorcerers.

How did the Witcher know that?

Could it be that everything was really part of the other side's plan?

Wigford didn't want to think about it any further; as long as he killed the other person, everything would be over.

Magic began to surge like a raging torrent, rapidly gathering around Vigforts.

It creates a suffocating sense of oppression in the air.

Click!Click!
The marble floor beneath Wigford's feet was cracked with countless spiderweb-like fissures.

Even Fikat, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but step back and add another layer of shield to himself, for fear of being affected by this force.

Power is intoxicating, but extraordinary power goes even further.

Kings and nobles, though of noble blood they may be high above, if one day they could wield the power to easily destroy a city, then all so-called power would have to bow down to that power.

And now, Wigford has mastered that power.

With a wave of his hand, he could wipe the entire Gaston Palace... no, the entire island of Xenide off the map.

No matter what tricks that witcher is hiding, as long as the entire Isle of Thaned is buried with him, everything will be reduced to ashes.

However, just as Vigfortz was about to unleash this pure power, the terrifying, nauseatingly dense magic in the air suddenly vanished without a trace.

There was no longer a trace of chaotic magic in the air.

Wigford's pupils dilated in shock; he was suddenly terrified.

He could still sense the presence of the World Spirit, but for some reason, he could no longer draw upon the Chaos Magic.

It was as if some powerful insulating material separated him from the chaotic magic.

"Now you're out of luck, Vigfortz."

A mocking voice came from the side.

Lynn watched the sorcerer with a calm and collected expression.

"It was you, you did this?"

Wigford almost blurted it out.

Normally, he would never lose his composure like this.

But the current scene is just too bizarre.

Even if Tisaya were to intervene, there would be no way to sever his connection with the World Spirit.

How could this witcher...?

What Wiggoffts didn't know was that this was actually the effect of Lynn's title "Chosen Champion"—it could turn an area with a diameter of one kilometer into a magic-free zone.

This sounds somewhat similar to the magic-suppressing barrier on Xenide Island.

However, the magic-suppressing barrier on Xenide Island is, after all, a spell created by a sorcerer.

The sorcerer who created the spell was undoubtedly powerful, holding his own even when facing a spirit.

However, the magical barrier it left behind was, after all, an inanimate object, and it was inevitably broken directly by the boundless magical power of the spirit world.

What Lynn released was a gift from the goddess of the lake, imbued with her divine power and even surpassing the power of the realm spirit.

It's like two people are having a bicycle race, and then someone drives up in a new energy vehicle. They're not even in the same league.

However, Wigfordtez is Wigfordtez after all, and he quickly realized what was happening.

Unlike other sorcerers, he was also skilled in martial arts, in addition to magic.

Even if he can't cast spells, he still has a chance to fight...

puff!

Wigford's pupils dilated suddenly.

He looked down at his chest; a long sword had pierced through his body. Blood gushed out, staining his robes crimson.

Lynn walked past him, casually flicking the blood off his sword, his gaze cold and indifferent.

The Witcher knew that Vigfortz was no ordinary sorcerer.

After all, in the original storyline, he was one of the few characters who gave Geralt a major setback.

Therefore, Lynn had no intention of a fair duel.

Taking advantage of the moment when Vigorfortz was distracted due to the release of his title effect and the severing of his connection with the World Spirit—perhaps for less than a second—he rushed in with lightning speed and finished him off.

Wigford's body slowly collapsed, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

He could not believe until his death that he had been defeated so quickly and so completely.

Lynn stood beside his corpse, his gaze cold and stern, as if he had just accomplished a trivial task.

(End of this chapter)