Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 312 The Temptation of the Evil God

After confirming that Wiggerts had escaped, Wayne lost interest in fighting and instead began to consider how to deal with this venomous snake that was still alive but not dead after leaving the area.

He is not the owner of this castle and is not responsible for its safety. Moreover, the area below the castle is mostly infested with various monsters and demons, which is perfect for them to fight the fire elemental dogs. It would be a good thing if either side were wiped out.

As for finding a way to eliminate all the monsters?

Sorry, there are too many monsters here, thousands of them. Even with Wayne's abilities, it would take a lot of time to eliminate them.

Moreover, he is currently on a mission, and the Kingdom of Viden has absolutely nothing to do with him. He will only consider it if they are willing to pay him a high price to complete the mission.

However, we still need to find a way to deal with this fire elemental summoned from another world. It's a troublesome behemoth that ordinary soldiers can't handle. Only professionals can have a chance of winning. It's also a way of fulfilling our duty as demon hunters.

These thoughts flashed through Wayne's mind. He glanced at the massive fire elemental that had fallen into the second floor of the castle along with the broken floorboards, but he didn't have time to deal with it for the time being. Holding the pregnant Princess Pavita, he climbed onto the top floor windowsill and jumped out of the window, leaping out of the ancient castle.

After leaping out of the window, Wayne quickly assessed the distance between the stimulus and the ground, then immediately activated the Ancient Blood's Blink ability, instantly reducing his distance from the ground from tens of meters to just over a meter.

Then, he landed steadily on the ground without any pressure. Even Princess Pavita, who was held in his arms, did not sway much and remained peacefully in his embrace.

In fact, given his current physical condition, a height of several tens of meters, although it would still cause him pain in his legs, would not be considered a significant physical burden.

But since there are safer methods, why put your body through unnecessary suffering?

As soon as he regained his footing, Wayne called out to his companions, who were already armed and in attack formation, about to charge into the castle.

"Geralt, Yennefer, you don't need to go in."

"I have rescued the princess. There are too many monsters in the castle, and there is also a powerful fire elemental that is fighting with other monsters in the castle."

"It's not the right time for us to join the battle. Let's hide somewhere and wait for further developments."

Geralt and Yennefer were taken aback. They hadn't expected Wayne to be so fast, rescuing the person in such a short time.

And no one expected that the fallen sorcerer in the castle would have such power, able to summon fire elementals.

Those were legendary, powerful monsters, beyond even being described as monsters. In some books, fire elements were once mistaken by many as messengers of the god of fire, considered to be spirits of flame, and worshipped in some primitive way.

Seeing Princess Pavita still unconscious in Wayne's arms, Yennefer quickly stepped forward and used healing magic to treat the princess's injuries, while also carefully observing her condition.

A few minutes later, the castle became lively, with the roars of various monsters and the sound of walls cracking constantly ringing out, and bursts of fire could be seen from the windows every now and then.

After Wayne and the others quietly hid in a secluded corner, Yennefer withdrew her arm with a serious expression and said to the two of them:

"Her body is very weak, Wayne. Princess Pavita's child was not conceived through normal means, but rather through special magic."

"I don't know what methods that sorcerer used yet. This embryo is absorbing a lot of nutrients from the mother, which could cause the mother's death at any time. It must be taken to a safe place for treatment."

Upon hearing this, Wayne and Geralt's expressions also turned serious. Although they had learned about these situations from the fallen sorcerer Quettor and were somewhat prepared, they still felt somewhat troubled when faced with the reality.

Wayne considered for a few seconds, then said to Yennefer:

"Yennefer, open a portal and take Princess Pavita back to Sintra."

"Grand Druid Mossak is very skilled at healing injuries. By handing the princess over to him, our mission is complete."

"As for how this matter will ultimately be handled, let Queen Calanthe decide for herself."

"As outsiders, we shouldn't make decisions on our own."

"Wait until dawn tomorrow, and we'll be in the same location. Then you can open the portal and come pick us up."

Upon hearing this, Yennefer glanced at her boyfriend Geralt. Seeing the white wolf give her a reassuring look, she no longer hesitated. She reached out and helped the petite princess up from Wayne, then opened a portal and took the princess away.

After only two witchers and two young witcher apprentices remained at the scene.

Wayne turned to the other three, shrugged, and said somewhat listlessly:

"Next is the practical training time. It's only midnight now, and there are still about six or seven hours until dawn tomorrow."

"Geralt, your task tonight is to be the combat mentor for these two young men, responsible for teaching them how to deal with those monsters in actual combat."

"And I will find a way to kill that fire elemental summoned by the enemy."

"As for the remaining monsters in the castle, I think Queen Calanther and the nobles of the Kingdom of Viden will discuss and deal with them themselves after this matter is over."

………………

While Wayne and the others were busy cleaning up the mess left by Wigfordts.

This powerful wizard, severely wounded by Wayne, has already used his unique teleportation spell to travel hundreds of kilometers and escape to a secret stronghold on the southern continent.

He first endured the pain and tore the blood-stained robe, along with his own flesh, from his severely injured body, almost tearing off most of his skin to reveal the bright red muscle underneath.

However, Wigford was indeed a very strong person. This level of pain, apart from making his whole body tremble, did not shake his will. He continued to treat his wounds in an orderly manner.

Just then, a hoarse, deep male voice suddenly rang out in the quiet secret base, causing Wigford to frown.

"I warned you before, mortal."

"Your strength isn't among the top tier in this world. There are people stronger than you, and they are your enemies."

"You are just a fragile spellcaster. A sword or a dagger is all it takes to take your fragile life."

"If it weren't for my power helping you, that crossbow bolt that pierced your eyeball would have already taken your life, turning you into a rotting, stinking corpse."

Upon hearing this, Wiggerts instinctively reached out and touched his right eye, which had become a bloody hole. The excruciating pain and the loss of sight caused the proud wizard to feel intense anger and inexplicable trembling.

Just now, although he had only fought the other side for less than a minute, without the help of this otherworldly evil god, he might have already lost his life and the foundation for his pursuit of eternity and power.

Before this, he and this otherworldly evil god had only a simple cooperative relationship, each taking what they needed, with no trust between them whatsoever, and were merely in a position of mutual exploitation.

Now, the opponent's power has taken root in his body while repairing his brain.

Unless he can find a way to abandon this body, he will be unable to separate himself from the power of the evil god and will be forever entangled with this power. In the end, he will become a puppet of the evil god of another world, just like those fallen sorcerers, losing his mind and his soul.

This was certainly not an ending that Wiggerts could accept. As a proud wizard, he never believed that so-called gods were superior to humans. In the face of true power, they were nothing more than ants that were slightly stronger than ordinary people.

As long as he continues to pursue power and research more powerful magic, one day, even the so-called gods will tremble before him.

"Do you want to regain your original body, Vigfortz?"

Upon hearing the evil god's question, Vigforts paused for a second, then countered in a hoarse voice:

"What do you want, Baal?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"What I need is very simple for you."

Baal, the demon king of hell, laughed throughout the secret base. After a dozen seconds, he stopped laughing and continued:

"Let war and destruction be created in this world, let wars break out between nations, and let all living beings wail in slaughter and despair!"

"I will have my servants assist you, so that you may have a powerful army. When you have plunged the whole world into bloodshed and slaughter, I will return to this world."

"And you will become the ruler of this world, the god of this world."

(End of this chapter)