Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 290 The Mysterious Sorcerer and the Assassin

Among the twelve sorcerers casting spells in the arena were Yennefer, Sylvanas, Sabina, and Fringilla, whom they had met once before in Toussaint.

Four members of the future Sorcerer's Guild alone were captured here, and if you include the others who escaped, it just goes to show that sorceresses are indeed born with a stronger desire for power.

Judging from Yennefer's clothes, they were the same as when she was in the town, only a little disheveled from the battle. It seems that the fallen humans hadn't had time to commit atrocities against the sorceresses in order to complete their masters' mission.

It's unclear how the others are doing, but at least Geralt, his good brother, will feel a little better after waking up.

Wayne thought this through, but he didn't act rashly. Putting aside whether he was strong enough to deal with twelve fallen warlocks at the same time, he also had connections and networks in various countries with these elite warlocks corrupted by hellish power. If he were to kill them, besides feeling a little reluctant, he might also incur the wrath of many people afterward, causing unnecessary enmity.

However, if he can save these twelve people, it will greatly help him in building his own power throughout the north in the future.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Wayne began to carefully search around the entire rift, trying to find the unfortunate soul who was possessed by the evil god from another world, or rather, whose body had already been taken over by the evil god from another world.

Based on the clues he had previously discovered, this person was likely a member of the Supreme Council and the mastermind behind the bounty competition. Only members of the council knew who it was; ordinary warlocks had no way of knowing.

He searched around the rift for a long time, but unfortunately, apart from the twelve fallen warlocks who were casting spells with all their might, he did not see anyone else.

Wayne frowned upon seeing this. The area of ​​the spatial rift was so important, was it possible that the evil god's avatar wasn't guarding this place?

After carefully scanning the area again, but still finding nothing.

Just as Wayne was thinking about whether to change locations or look around the area, he suddenly felt a sinister, dark magic surging toward his back, so fast that his body didn't even have time to react.

With no other option, Wayne had a sudden thought and immediately activated his Blink ability. His body vanished instantly, reappearing in mid-air seven or eight meters away. At the same time, because he was out of the range of the Invisibility Cloak, he appeared out of thin air in front of the enemy.

The stone pillar he had just been standing on was now engulfed in a ball of black flames and was burning fiercely.

Since he had no time to calculate the spatial coordinates, he could only choose a place that was as open as possible to avoid a tragedy caused by a teleportation error.

However, the enemy seemed to have anticipated his blinking ability. Before he could even land from mid-air, another ball of light, like a magic missile, flew at an extremely fast speed towards Wayne's chest.

In the blink of an eye, Wayne sensed that the magical power contained in the orb wasn't particularly strong. He was startled and didn't activate the magical shield of the Banshee's Veil he had just acquired. Instead, he let the orb hit his chest.

A loud bang.

As if hit by a solid cannonball, Wayne felt as if several bones in his chest had broken in an instant. His body was sent flying backward by the force, soaring seven or eight meters before crashing heavily into a stone pillar, shattering it into pieces.

An uncontrollable spurt of blood gushed from his mouth, and at the same time, he saw clearly what the person who had just attacked him looked like.

This was a middle-aged man dressed somewhat like an Indian, with a turban on his head. He had an ordinary appearance, dark eyes with no visible pupils, wheat-colored skin, and was floating in mid-air holding a staff. A mocking smile played on his lips.

"Interesting, an invisible little mouse managed to sneak up here."

"They're really courting death."

"However, your bloodline and those strange powers within you pique my interest."

"If you surrender, I might mercifully spare your life, how about it?"

Upon hearing the mysterious sorcerer's words, Wayne remained silent, the protective power bestowed upon him by the forest goddess rapidly healing his injuries.

He feigned a pained expression, but his eyes were observing the man who could speak freely and whose face was not yet corroded by the dark blue-green patterns of hellish power.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the person's name, nor could he determine whether the person in front of him was his target based on the information he had.

However, while the other sorcerers were all controlled and turned into puppets, this peculiar fellow in front of him could not only see through his invisibility cloak, but also use flight and powerful magic at will, clearly making him no ordinary character.

With that in mind, Wayne decided to take a gamble.

The commotion just now was too great. Regardless of who this person is, we should kill him first, then find a way to take Yennefer away. We can deal with the rest later; we can't linger here too long.

So, a smile appeared on his face, and while secretly activating his mutation and evolution abilities, he spoke:

"I'm willing to surrender!"

The moment he uttered those words, before the man could react, he activated his Blink ability again, simultaneously drawing his Excalibur from his spatial bracelet. With superhuman speed, he appeared above the man's head and delivered a powerful downward slash.

A flash of sword light, followed by the sound of air being cleaved.

However, when he swung his sword, he missed.

In the blink of an eye, the man used a similar teleportation technique to appear on the ground five or six meters away.

He waved his staff and said in a mocking voice:

"I knew you little mouse wouldn't behave."

"Fine, I'll just kill you and then torture your soul."

After saying that, he pointed his staff at Wayne, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. Wayne, who was in mid-air, had just fallen to the ground from a height of six or seven meters and had no time to dodge.

He withstood the lightning strike again, enduring the burning and stinging sensation throughout his body. Without any pause, he unleashed all his strength, even creating two deep craters in the ground. Like a human cannonball, he charged towards the mysterious sorcerer once more.

However, in the few seconds it took for Wayne to land, his opponent had already prepared an even more powerful attack spell.

A deep black, lightning-stirring skull orb, about half a meter in size, quickly formed in front of the man. With a cruel smile on his lips, he swung his staff directly at Wayne.

This is powerful death magic. Under his immense power, it is enough to melt an elephant into blood. If the opponent is foolish enough to try to withstand it with their bare body, they will have absolutely no chance of survival.

Even if the opponent tries to dodge, this spell has tracking capabilities and is very fast. Without prior preparation, it is difficult to dodge.

However, at the very instant the magic was cast, Wayne slightly raised his left hand, and the sound of a mechanism flashed by.

The mysterious sorcerer wearing a turban suddenly froze. A crossbow bolt forged from an unknown metal pierced directly through the death magic he had unleashed, then instantly pierced through the magical shield he had set up around his body, penetrating his chest and exiting through his back.

The crossbow bolt even interfered with his next spell the instant it passed through his body, causing a magical backlash within him.

Before he could get rid of the backlash, he used teleportation magic to escape to another place.

The strong man he had just called a little mouse appeared before him instantly, with an azure shield on his body, breaking through his skull-shaped death magic and appearing instantly at an astonishing speed.

The magnificent two-handed greatsword, over a meter long, swept across the air in an arc, accompanied by a powerful whistling sound, cleaving him in two from the center of his body.

In an instant, before Wayne could even feel the joy of defeating a powerful enemy, a strong soul wave swept out from the corpse in front of him, like a shockwave, and sent him flying.

However, before he could even stand up, an extremely powerful dark force suddenly surged from the body of the mysterious sorcerer he had just cleaved in two.

At the same time, a voice filled with anger and terror erupted from that dark power.

"Damn mortal, you've angered me!"

(End of this chapter)