Chapter 658 660. Blindness
Yennefer felt that she was reaching her limit.
The courage and determination when we first set foot on the battlefield have been exhausted after being surrounded by dangers again and again.
She is considered young among the warlocks, after all, she is only eighty or ninety years old.
But in her career as a warlock, she had never participated in such a large-scale and high-intensity combat environment.
At most, they can just fight with a small group of mercenaries and use magic during adventures.
Hemingway said: Before people set foot on the battlefield for the first time, they always have the illusion that they will not die. But this illusion will disappear without a trace after his first serious injury.
Yennefer is in this situation now.
At first, she responded to Vilgefortz's call to fight against Nilfgaard for the future of the North.
But then, after arrows and magic brushed against her dark and beautiful waves several times, fear and panic filled her heart.
Later, she was like a lost fly, wanting to cover her head and hide in a safe place, or simply open the portal and leave.
Back in my magic cosmetics shop in Vengerburg, there is no greatness or justice, but there is safety.
But the large-scale magic that seemed to block out the sky and the continuous offensive of the southerners made it impossible for her.
Then, like most newcomers to the battlefield, Yennefer had to immerse herself in the fight with the enemy when she was unable to retreat.
In fact, on this battlefield, the mentality change process of most warlocks is the same.
Fringilla Vigo has been entangled with Yennefer for a long time in this mountainous area.
The northern warlocks cannot withdraw, but the southern warlocks dare not withdraw.
All their wealth and lives are within the empire. Unless they no longer care about anything and are alone, won't they still have to live within the empire for the rest of their lives?
Running away now, the emperor will never show mercy to them.
Yennefer stood on a slightly higher rock. Her violet eyes were filled with magical aura, and her long black hair was fluttering in the air due to magic.
Under the hillside where she was, Fringilla was working with a warlock friend of hers to cast spells, preparing to kill Yennefer first.
Fringilla is a mage who is not inferior to Yennefer. Although her good friend is not very talented, he is a helper at least.
So they are quite confident.
“First use the flame arrow to force her to interrupt the spellcasting, and then I will give you the final blow.”
Fringilla is about to take advantage of the abundance of people.
Her friend nodded, and the flame in his hand lengthened and took shape, drawing a bright trajectory in the black smoke-filled mid-air.
Under the weaving of magic power, the flame arrow not only retains the high-temperature burning of the flame, but also has the penetrating properties of the arrow.
Now that the war has reached this level, Fringilla believes that even if Yennefer was full of magic items at the beginning, they should all be consumed by now.
Faced with this flaming arrow, she would either use spells to counterattack, or else she would quickly interrupt the spellcasting and move her position.
The negative energy erosion technique that Fringilla is preparing will be launched during Yennefer's window.
But as the flaming arrow in mid-air got closer and closer to Yennefer, Fringilla found that the sorceress in the north had no intention of responding to the attack.
A bad premonition appeared in her heart, because she knew that no one who was still fighting at this moment would wait to die!
Sure enough, a delicate-sounding female voice sounded not far up the hillside.
The spell was short and powerful, and the chaotic energy induced by just a few syllables was much greater than that of a flaming arrow!
A fireball flew down from the diffuse black smoke and easily destroyed the flaming arrow.
That's Triss's magical support. And taking advantage of this moment, it was Yennefer who finished preparing her spell first!
Her fingertips, which revealed the aura of chaotic magic, pointed in the direction of the two southern warlocks.
The mountainous area started to surge like boiled water, trying to suck the things on it into the soil.
Fringilla's friend was instantly swept into the mountain soil, and Fringilla couldn't react at this time and could only watch it all happen.
Her own two feet were also twisted and dragged downward by the rocks.
But maybe it was because of his ruthlessness, or maybe it was the anger that his friend died in front of his eyes.
Fringilla finally used the magic she had prepared before her foot bones were crushed by the earth and she burst into unbearable pain.
Dark negative energy erosion spreads like a fan-shaped smoke, shrouding Yennefer.
Yennefer's face turned pale, because she was now in the window period after casting the spell and could not do anything.
But fortunately, Yennefer's friends are still around, and their level is much higher than Fringilla's friends.
Triss jumped directly from the hillside, and the gravel made her miserable and rolled over.
In a hurry, Triss, who unfolded a magic shield, looked obviously abnormal.
"Ah!!! My eyes!"
Yennefer suddenly burst into a painful and panic scream beside Triss.
Her eyes were shrunken and pale as if they were necrotic.
"Quiet, Ye! It's just negative energy erosion that causes blindness! It can be cured!"
Triss tried hard to help Yennefer regain her sense from the panic and pain of sudden blindness. , but this is too difficult.
Yennefer, who was behind the magic shield, fell to the ground as if she suddenly lost her balance due to this sudden blindness.
The originally beautiful face was stained with blood and mud, and the exquisite black and white clothes and carefully styled long and wavy hair became dirty.
The ground was full of corpses, pieces of armor, and bladed weapons. The touch of these things made Yennefer scream and roll on the ground, as if something was hurting her.
Not only did it not help Triss who was holding up the magic shield, it actually hindered her.
Triss’s condition became increasingly uncomfortable.
The light of the spell shield became increasingly faint amid the smoky wave of negative energy.
Triss even had despair in her own eyes.
The feeling of being eroded by negative energy is like being made into a human being.
And just when the light of the spell shield was close to nothing.
A tall figure rushed past Triss's spell shield with a 'crack' sound.
And in the hand of the figure, he was holding a weapon that shone with warm golden light.
Lan En opened the way with the Sword of the Lake Lady. The negative energy like billowing smoke was first melted away by the light of the Sword of the Lake Lady.
This didn't even allow Lan En to use [Spirit Vision], it was purely the magical power of the Lake Lady's Sword that took effect automatically.
After Lan En used [Spirit Vision] to gain insight into the structure and magic flow of this spell, the long knife in his hand flashed twice in the smoke, leaving two traces of golden light.
So the negative energy black smoke is like fog meeting sunlight, quickly becoming shallow and then disappearing.
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(End of this chapter)