Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 286 Yennefer the Captured

Wayne didn't seem too surprised after hearing the news.

Just like in the story he recalled, even heroes who save the world can be influenced by the power of demons and fall into becoming new demon kings, let alone a member of the Supreme Council, which is not surprising at all.

The only saving grace is that, as a member of the Supreme Council, Francesca was not involved in the events in the Kingdom of Cordwin this time due to the racial conflict between the two sides, so she is definitely safe.

Among the remaining high councilors, besides Tisaya, the former principal of Aretusa Magic Academy, the legendary Vigo is also one of them.

As for the remaining two, Wayne didn't even know their names, and of course, he didn't care whether they lived or died.

"So, Margarita, what are you planning to do next?"

Wayne looked at Margaret and asked:

"Have you discussed this with Kayla and the others?"

"Should we terminate this commission and return to a safe location, or continue with it?"

Margarita shook her head upon hearing this, but still said firmly:

"Whether Kayla is willing to terminate this commission or not, I must leave and bring this message to the Brotherhood of Warlocks, to the High Council."

"This matter concerns not only the safety of the Warlock Brotherhood, but also the entire North and even the world. It must be taken seriously."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this. Although the other party seemed cynical and a bit of a nymphomaniac, as the current principal of Aretusa Academy, Margarita held a very high position in the spellcaster circle.

While she wanted to bestow respect and benefits, it also meant that she had to shoulder more responsibility than an ordinary sorcerer.

Just as the two were talking, Kayla, whose face was a little pale, also came over. Due to the backlash of the spell just now, coupled with the forced casting of spells in the subsequent battle, she and Karkstan both suffered some internal injuries. Although they were not serious, they were inevitably in considerable mental and physical pain.

"I heard what you were saying, Wayne."

Before she even got close, Kayla walked over and said:

"I will respect everyone's opinion on this matter. I cannot force everyone to carry out such a dangerous mission. Compared with life, no matter how high your status is, it is useless."

Wayne nodded upon hearing this. Without a doubt, that guy Calxtan was thinking about leaving as soon as possible. Now that Kayla, as the employer, had made her decision, he, as the bodyguard, naturally wouldn't have any other thoughts.

When the news reached the team, the remaining mercenaries and Karkstan were overjoyed, finally able to leave this hellish place.

And Leto and his two companions, who came with Wayne, certainly had no objections. Although they were witchers who risked their lives for money, none of them liked such a dangerous place.

Soon after reaching a consensus, the team embarked on their return journey. Throughout the entire process, no one raised any objections to Wayne's demonstrated ability to teleport and his ability to summon undead creatures.

Although they must have had doubts, as people close to Wayne, they wouldn't question him at this time.

As for Karkstan and those mercenaries, they simply didn't have the courage to explore someone's secrets in such a dangerous environment. It would be suicidal, and no normal person would make such a mistake.

Perhaps because Wayne and his men displayed sufficient strength, their return journey was relatively smooth. They did not encounter any other fallen army, only occasionally running into some undead creatures and mutated monsters.

After a day's journey along the route they had come from, towards the town where the Brotherhood of Warlocks was stationed.

Wayne and his companions suddenly heard running and cries for help, as well as the neighing of horses, in a wilderness.

In response to this encounter, Kalkstein immediately stated that they themselves were in great danger and should not meddle in other people's business.

This idea was immediately agreed upon by the mercenaries. From hundreds of men lost, only five or six remained. If it weren't for the fact that Karkstan was a warlock and had a powerful figure like Wayne by his side, they might have killed their employer long ago to avenge their hatred.

Given the relatively low moral standards of mercenaries, they are not even encouraged to risk their lives to rescue others, let alone meddle in other people's business.

Kayla hesitated. As a self-serving sorceress, she did not approve of helping others when she herself was in danger.

However, Margarita, the oldest and longest-lived among the group, still retained her kind heart. The headmistress looked at Wayne with a serious expression and said in a slightly pleading tone:

"Maybe we should go check it out, Wayne."

"Perhaps the other party is also a sorcerer, or even someone we know. If we save them, our journey ahead will be much safer."

Wayne was also thinking about rescuing others; in fact, if it weren't for the other members needing protection, this fog wouldn't have been dangerous for him.

Whether it's the Fallen, the Undead, or other mutated monsters, even if there are many of them and they can't be defeated head-on, with his ancient blood's power, leaving would be a piece of cake.

Seeing the questioning looks from the crowd, Wayne pondered for a second before saying:

"I'll go check it out by myself. You guys stay here and keep watch. I'll come back to you soon."

After saying goodbye to his teammates, Wayne followed the direction from which the sound came, concealing himself as he moved quickly forward.

Soon, after advancing only a few dozen meters, a scene that greatly surprised him appeared before his eyes.

A hundred meters away from him, Dandelion, wearing a striking set of leather armor, rode a tall black warhorse, calling for help as he galloped.

Behind him, Geralt, covered in blood and with several arrows stuck in his body, seemed to have fallen into a coma, lying motionless behind his warhorse.

They seemed to have been on the run for some time. Dandelion's face was filled with fear, and his warhorse was panting heavily, its movements slow and seemingly on the verge of collapsing.

Upon seeing the two, Wayne didn't hesitate any longer and immediately teleported in front of Dandelion.

Before he could exchange words with Dandelion, the sound of galloping warhorses came from afar behind the bard.

Judging from the number of sounds, there were probably about ten knights chasing them.

Startled by Wayne's sudden appearance, Dandelion nearly fell off his horse. He quickly grabbed his steed and shouted excitedly:

"Wayne, you've come just in time! Come and save us!"

"Geralt is badly wounded and dying. We're being chased by people."

Wayne was startled, but without thinking, he immediately took out a bottle of potent healing potion from his spatial bracelet and quickly walked to Geralt's side.

At this moment, the white wolf's face was extremely pale, and his master-level wolf school armor was damaged in many places, with blood slowly flowing out. He had obviously been injured in many places, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Perhaps he was too hasty in his escape, for his weapons were nowhere to be found. Only the faint sound of his breathing through his nose indicated that Geralt was still alive.

Seeing this, a flash of anger crossed Wayne's eyes. Geralt was arguably the closest Witcher brother he had in the world besides Vesemir; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them sworn brothers.

How could he not be furious when he saw that the person was almost dead?

He first took out a scroll of holy light from his bracelet and cast a holy light spell on Geralt's body, dispelling the evil power corrupting the white wolf's body and saving his life.

Then he used his hands to pry open Geralt's mouth and poured the bottle of potent healing potion into it.

After doing all this, Wayne took out a large bag of healing tools from his pouch and tossed it to Dandelion, who had dismounted. Then he drew his Statikk Shiv from his waist and looked in the direction from which the sound of hooves came.

"You bandage Geralt first, I'll handle the enemies."

As he finished speaking, about ten fully armed Fallen Knights rushed out of the mist.

Faced with no more rats to flee from and the sudden appearance of Wayne, the Fallen Knights first let out a wild laugh, then charged forward without a word, seemingly ready to kill Wayne and Geralt together.

Enraged, Wayne didn't even wait for the knights to reach him before he flashed behind a fallen knight.

The Startick Blade in his hand flashed with dazzling electric light as it slashed towards the knight.

The light of the chain lightning was dazzling in the thick fog, while the screams of the fallen knights were deafening.

A few minutes later, with a final, piercing scream, Wayne used his Blink ability to kill all ten fallen knights one by one, turning them into headless corpses on the ground. His armor was stained with the stench of blood, but the killing still could not quell his rage.

He frowned, reeking of blood, and walked to the unconscious Geralt's side. He knelt down, carefully examined Geralt's wounds, and removed the arrows from his body.

At this moment, Dandelion had already taken off Geralt's shirt and was bandaging him with considerable skill, his face showing a relieved expression of surviving a close call.

"What happened? How did it get like this?"

Before Dandelion could answer, Geralt suddenly opened his eyes, seemingly because he heard Wayne's voice. He reached out and grabbed Wayne's hand tightly, his eyes unfocused, as if looking at Wayne, yet also as if not. He said weakly:

"Wayne, hurry and save Yennefer! She's been captured by the enemy!"

"Please, save her."

(End of this chapter)