The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 432 is coming, they are coming

Lynn stood on the riverbank, his gaze passing over the rushing water and landing on the land of Nilfgaard on the opposite bank.

The river breeze brushed against his face, carrying a hint of chill.

Behind him was a small military camp with banners fluttering in the wind, with only a thousand men stationed there.

Since the provinces of Mettina, Gisso, Aibin, and Mechte had just been occupied, he dispersed his army to the main roads and key hubs of the four provinces in order to suppress bandits and control the situation.

Therefore, on the front line where they confronted Nilfgaard, there was only this army of one thousand men.

Although there are only a thousand people, Lynn is here.

With Lynn's current strength, even if the enemy organized an army of tens of thousands, he alone would be able to cut through the entire enemy army head-on and behead its command.

"Your Highness." Drake's voice suddenly came from behind.

“Oh, it’s Drake. Come on over.” Lynn didn’t turn around, still gazing at the opposite bank of the river. “How’s the view here?”

"It would be even better if it weren't for that annoying Japanese flag."

Lynn glanced at Drake with a hint of surprise: "When did you learn to flatter?"

Drake bowed and said, "I am merely stating a fact. Whether it is my personal feelings or Your Highness's great cause, that flag is still an eyesore."

Linn nodded slightly.

Their gaze returned to the distance.

What latest news has your spy told you?

Drake was not at all surprised that his lord could guess her intentions.

If the lord does not possess such abilities, then naturally he is not worthy of her loyalty.

"Duke Joachim and Duke Adal are preparing for peace talks."

Within the remaining Nilfgaardian sphere of influence, the two largest powers are Duke Joachim and Duke Adal.

Both sides intended to negotiate peace, that is, to end the civil war in Nilfgaard and jointly confront the threat posed by the House of Augustus.

"They both must die. Go find Letso. You can discuss the details; I just want the result."

Drake nodded.

She didn't say much, but she understood what Lynn meant.

Dukes Joachim and Adal are the oldest noble families in Nilfgaard, with deep-rooted power and influence.

If we want to completely control Nilfgaard and prevent its remnants from making a comeback, we must uproot and eradicate these deeply entrenched noble families.

"Your Highness!"

Fringilla rushed over, her expression grave. "Ms. Siel de Tansavier requests to contact you urgently."

Shel de Tansavier is a sorceress from Claydon, and she is a character quite different from other sorceresses.

While other spellcasters were engrossed in secretly controlling the world, manipulating elements and otherworldly creatures, altering fate, and determining royal succession, Sheer disliked getting involved in politics and preferred to devote her energy to academic research.

She even resigned from her position in the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, simply because it affected her research.

However, Queen Zelica of Cowell found a suitable position for Shel in Cowell, so that she would not be disturbed by worldly affairs and could immerse herself in her favorite research work.

If Sisel requests to contact him urgently, there is only one possibility: something has happened to Kowell!
Lynn followed Fringilla back to the military camp. Inside Fringilla's tent, she had already set up a telescope. After adjusting it to the appropriate magical frequency, an image appeared on it, showing the figure of Sheer.

Xi'er bowed and went straight to the point: "Your Highness, His Majesty is critically ill and wishes to see you."

"what?"

Lynn asked a few more questions before cutting off the remote communication with the sorceress.

Before he could speak, Fringilla, who was standing beside him, said worriedly, "Could this be His Majesty Istrad's plan to get rid of you?"

The thought had also flashed through Lynn's mind, but he didn't let it take root.

He believed Istrad wouldn't do that.

However, if things really take a turn for the worse, with his current strength, he is capable of breaking through the encirclement.

But if that were to happen, his relationship with Cowell and the Thyssen family would be completely severed.

"Contact Ms. Tisaya and ask her to come and guard the area."

Lynn explained this to Fringilla.

If Tissaya were to stand guard at the camp for me, even if the Nilfgaardian army attacked, they would never return.

After summoning Drake and giving him a brief explanation, Lynn summoned Deathclaw.

He rode a griffin and flew to the capital, Cowell.

Even with favorable winds, it would take at least ten weeks to travel by boat from Ebbing to Corvillage.

However, the griffins were much faster than usual, and in just a few hours, the outline of the capital city of Kovir appeared on the distant horizon.

The arrival of the griffin quickly attracted the attention of the city. Although it could have landed directly inside the city, Lynn still had Deathclaw land outside the city.

Before long, a troop of cavalry rushed up to meet them. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Lynn riding on the back of the griffin and the huge black and gold double-headed eagle emblem on the armor worn by the griffin.

The cavalrymen dismounted and knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness."

"Yes, take me to see His Majesty Istrad."

"Yes."

The cavalrymen stood up, then hesitated, glancing at the griffin behind Lynn, a look of unease creeping over them.
'What should we do with such a monster?'

"Should we lock it in the stable with the horses? Will it eat the horses?"

"No, before that, the more important thing is how to get it to the stable. Does this monster really want anyone other than its master near it?"

Seemingly sensing their thoughts, before they could even speak, Lynn whistled, and Deathclaw spread its wings, soared into the sky, and quickly disappeared into the distant sky.

……

Half an hour later, Lynn finally met Istrad, who was lying on his sickbed, in the royal palace ward.

The sight before Lynn made it hard to believe her eyes.

When he first met Istrad more than a decade ago, the head of the Thyssen family was tall, strong, energetic, and full of vigor.

Now, lying in his hospital bed, he appears so weak, his life force as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

In the hospital room, Istrad's wife Zelica, Princess Gautimuta, Princess Holois, and Crown Prince Tancorid were all present.

After exchanging greetings, everyone made way for Lynn to sit opposite Istrad.

Looking at the extremely weak Lord Feng, Lynn's feelings were very complicated.

In this world, the person he respected most was Vesemir.

The second person who gave him this feeling was Istrad.

It was Istrad who bestowed upon him the status of a nobleman, and then borrowed troops and provisions, that enabled him to achieve his current great success.

Without Istrad's help, it's not that the great cause would have been absolutely impossible, but it would certainly have involved many detours and setbacks.

In addition, Istrad is very forgiving of himself.

When he first began his campaign against Humphries, the spies he had left in Kovier reported to him that the nobles of Kovier had repeatedly advised Istrad that he should not be given so much power, fearing that an event like the Bovis split would occur again, weakening Kovier.

However, Istrad never adopted these suggestions.

Even after he became the joint ruler of Humphries and Isparden and was effectively independent, Istrad never took any action against him.

Normally, only a weak lord would remain indifferent, but Istrad was clearly not a weak lord, so this can only mean that he trusted and tolerated himself.

That alone was enough to fill Lynn with gratitude and respect for him.

"Is it Grand Duke Augustus?"

"Your Majesty, it's me, I'm here."

"Okay, everyone else, go out first."

After everyone else left, only Istrad and Lynn remained in the room.

The air seemed to freeze, with only faint breathing echoing in the silence.

“I knew all along that you wouldn’t just be a witcher,” Istrad said, his voice weak but firm, “and your performance afterward certainly proved me right.”

Lynn didn't say anything, but just listened quietly.

“After I die, my son will acknowledge that the Augustus family and the Koviel family are not subordinate to each other. At that time, you can also be openly addressed as ‘Your Majesty’ instead of ‘Your Highness’.”

"But I hope you can support my son as much as you have supported me."

Lynn nodded: "I will, Your Majesty."

With Lynn's assurance, a look of relief appeared on Istrid's face.

Then, Istrad's voice grew lower and lower, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"If...if my son dies, and my grandson is not capable of governing the country, then you should merge Cowell, just give the Thyssen family a piece of land, that will be enough."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "Your Majesty, I will remember your entrustment."

Istrad seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, slowly closed his eyes, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

A few days later, Istrad passed away peacefully.

Lynn stayed in Cowell and attended his funeral.

The funeral was solemn and respectful, and countless people came to mourn the king.

Lynn stood in the crowd, overwhelmed with emotion. After the funeral, Crown Prince Tancorid officially ascended the throne, becoming the new King of Kowell.

His first act upon taking office was to announce the recognition of the independence of the Augustus family, making it clear that the two sides were not subordinate to each other.

This decision caused quite a stir both within and outside the government, but it also laid a new foundation for relations between the two countries.

Following this, Tancorid and Lynn signed a series of treaties, including a non-aggression pact and a military alliance, as well as a series of agreements aimed at deepening cooperation between the two sides.

These treaties not only consolidated the peaceful relations between the two countries, but also paved the way for future common development.

……

After finishing his business with Kovir, Lynn mounted Deathclaw, left Kovir, and returned to Tritog.

In Tritog City, a coronation ceremony was held. Since there was no pope-like figure in the world of Witcher, Lynn crowned himself and solemnly announced the establishment of the empire under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

This nascent nation had no specific name, and was simply referred to as the "Empire," because he believed that within a few years, all the nations of the known world would be incorporated into this vast empire.

One day after the grand coronation ceremony, the Imperial Guard rushed in to report:
Jaquis, the captain of the Flaming Rose Knights of Temuria, requests an audience.

Lynn nodded, gesturing for the guards to let him in.

A young man entered the palace, knelt on one knee, and respectfully presented a crown with both hands.

Lynn recognized it at a glance as Foltest's crown.

Lynn remained silent, waiting for Jacques to perform.

Jacques began to recount what had happened:
Many years ago, after Princess Yada was freed from the curse of the vampire bird by a witcher, she still retained some of the monster's habits, such as her fondness for eating raw meat.

But that's not the point. The point is that King Foltest's beloved princess also fell in love with power.

Since King Foltest had no other children, Princess Ada always believed that she would inherit the kingdom in the future.

However, the next two events enraged Princess Yada.

She first learned that she was to be betrothed to Lynn, and after Lynn rejected her, she learned that her father had an affair with Marie-Louise La Valéry, the wife of Baron La Valéry, who had given birth to two legal illegitimate children for her father.

Although Temeria does not deny the queen like Cintra, if there is a male heir, even if the eldest princess is older, she will still be placed after the male heir in the line of succession.

And then, the story unfolds in its usual clichéd way:
Princess Ada was unwilling to let her kingdom be taken away by her younger brother, the "bastard," and Jaques, realizing this, began to deliberately approach Princess Ada.

Subsequently, at Princess Yada's behest, the White Rose Knights, originally from the territory of Temuria, were absorbed and reorganized, and renamed the Flaming Rose Knights.

Jaques became the Grand Master of this knightly order, while the middle and upper ranks were the second and third sons of other nobles in the kingdom.

With Princess Yada's endorsement and under the banner of protecting the kingdom, the Knights quickly grew and became a force to be reckoned with in Vizima.

When the time was right, Princess Ada secretly put poison in her father's wine. Even King Fortest would never have imagined that his daughter would poison him.

After King Foltest's death, Princess Yarda, with the help of the Flaming Rose Knights, eliminated all forces in the Vigemar court that did not belong to her.

Then, the princess realized that the Flaming Rose Knights were too large, and although they had once been allies, they were now beginning to covet each other.

Princess Yada intended to declare the Flaming Rose Knights traitors, but to her surprise, the Flaming Rose Knights preemptively struck first.

Jacques's second-in-command, Roderick de Witt, used a curse to turn Princess Ada back into a vampire bird (because Geralt's initial attempt to break the curse was incomplete, leaving a loophole).

No matter how ambitious the princess was, everything came to naught when she turned back into a monster.

Although Jaques acquired both the crown and the city of Vigemar, the nobles of Temeria would not recognize him as their king.

They have assembled a loyalist army and are preparing to storm Vijma.

Knowing he was no match for them, Jaques fled into Redania with his men.

He was willing to exchange the crown of the generations of kings of Temuria for Lynn's protection.

After listening to Jacques's story, Lynn calmly said, "Avan, if you want my protection, you must serve me wholeheartedly. I will not tolerate betrayal."

Jacques exclaimed in shock, "How did you know?"

“Are you surprised? I not only know that your former name was Yawen, but I also know that you possess ancient blood, and I also know that you are not from this era, but from 1270.”

Jacques instinctively placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

But the palace guards simultaneously aimed their halberds at him.

Triss, who was standing behind Lynn, also had a ball of flame appear in her hand.

"How do you know?"

"Because I am not only a Witcher and an Emperor, but also a Prophet. Although I cannot travel through time like you, I can see the future. Your timing was earlier than I 'saw,' but that doesn't matter. Do you still want to steal the Witcher's Herbal Trial recipe and build an army of mutants?"

Jacques was completely dumbfounded.

I felt like I had been stripped naked, completely unclothed.

Lynn slowly said, "I also know that you have been seeing a vision, a vision of white frost destroying the world. You were frightened, which is why you wanted to build an army of mutants."

"But I'm telling you, you're wrong, you've made a fatal mistake."

"The white frost you see is the scene after the Wild Hunt appeared. The white frost is chasing the Wild Hunt. As long as we stop the Wild Hunt from invading our world, our world will not be destroyed."

Jacques's voice trembled slightly: "Are you...are you sure? But what if you're wrong..."

Jacques didn't use honorifics, but Lynn could forgive him for this offense.

"I'm not saying I'm always right, but we'll always find a way to overcome difficulties."

“Jaques, you’re hopeless and desperate, but the reality is we still have time and opportunities.”

"But all of this is on one premise: you must pledge your complete allegiance to me and let go of your obsession with rebuilding a new order. The world has not been destroyed, nor will it be—as long as we stand together."

Jacques remained silent for a moment, his inner struggle gradually subsiding after careful consideration.

He raised his head, and the complex emotions in his eyes finally transformed into a sense of relief and determination.

His voice was deep but firm: "I understand, Your Majesty. I am willing to serve you with all my heart."

Lynn nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.

He knew that Jacques was not an ambitious man, but a fanatic driven by idealism.

He possesses ancient blood second only to Ciri, and his potential is limitless.

With proper guidance, he will become a powerful force in the empire.

“Very well,” Lynn’s voice was gentle but undeniable. “I will give you a chance, Jacques. But remember, the price of betrayal is something neither of us can afford.”

Jacques bowed deeply, and the heavy burden in his heart seemed to lighten considerably.

He knew that this time, he would no longer be fighting alone.

……

Alder wood land.

This is a world far removed from the world of witchers, the current home of the Elven race of Ain El.

Ian El and Ian Siddi originally belonged to Ian Wooddod.

To escape the onslaught of the white frost, the elves had no choice but to open the World Gate (a massive portal) and travel to one world after another.

Later, some elves chose to settle in the world of Witcher, while others came to this world full of alder trees.

The elf who went to the Alder World changed his name to Ain El.

They launched a bloody conquest of this land, slaughtering most of the world's native inhabitants and enslaving the survivors, forcing them to work for them.

Then, on the land of the natives, a magnificent city was built, Tyr Na Lia.

But Ian El's good days didn't last long.

Not only did they lose the ability to create world gates, but worse, the White Frost once again came after them, slowly eroding the world they inhabited.

Oberon Muhitazi, known as the Alder King, ordered the cultivation of ancient blood.

Ultimately, Laura Dorren was born.

As a result, Laura Dorren was kidnapped by a human sorcerer.

In the centuries that followed, Oberyn sent his most trusted lieutenants, Eredin and Avalak, to the world of Witchers in search of the Ancient Blood, but to no avail.

Until one day, Consul Gale rushed into the hall, carrying a glowing receiver, breaking the silence.

"Your Majesty, it is the blood of the ancients."

The elderly Oberon, sitting on his throne, suddenly perked up, took the receiver, and felt the message it conveyed.

This beacon corresponds to the sunstone left behind by the sage Gaberhan of their Ion El tribe.

That was a long, long time ago. Gaberhan fell in love with Delian, an elf of the Ion-Hidi tribe, and thus created the Sunstone, which served as a beacon, and gave it to Delian as a gift.

Even though they are separated by several worlds, as long as Delian activates the Sunstone, she can guide Gabriel, and he will return for her even if they are thousands of miles apart.

Unfortunately, Delian never used the stone, and Gaberhan eventually died of depression.

However, following the sage's advice, the receiver was placed in the palace.

It was activated at this moment.

However, it's clear that the one using the Sunstone on the other end couldn't be Delian. Even elves don't have such a long lifespan, and besides, Oberon could sense that it was the Ancient Blood using this stone.

"Ancient blood, it is ancient blood."

Having lived for six hundred years and been utterly exhausted, Oberon felt as if he had suddenly become four hundred years younger. His pessimism about the bleak future of Aion El rekindled his hope.

Ever since Laura Dorren was kidnapped by a human sorcerer, Oberyn's most trusted men, Eredin and Avalak, have searched for her in the Witcher world for so long, but to no avail.

Oberon originally thought that Ion El was doomed.

Unexpectedly, there was a turning point.

(End of this chapter)