In just a few seconds, it formed a massive fiery tornado, dozens of meters in diameter, appearing to be world-destroying.
Carrying incredibly powerful suction and destructive high temperatures, this terrifying tornado swept through the area where the Wild Hunt legion was located.
Almost instantly, dozens of Wild Hunt knights were swept into the sky, either burned alive or plummeted from high altitude, smashed into pulp.
Subsequently, before the soldiers of the Wild Hunt legion could react to the continuous attacks, more than a dozen fully armed witchers suddenly rushed out from the ruins not far from them, beginning to finish off and engage the remaining Wild Hunt soldiers.
Under normal circumstances, even highly skilled witchers would find it somewhat difficult when facing fully armed, heavily armored elite soldiers.
But after drinking potions, equipped with alchemical bombs, and specter oil specifically for ghostly knights, the witchers' combat could be described as crushing. Each of them could easily take on three or four Wild Hunt soldiers and quickly finish off the wounded, destroying their forms.
"How is it, Yennefer, have you found Geralt?"
In a hidden corner, Guilliman, Yennefer, and Margarita were carefully observing the battlefield.
Although they had just unleashed a barrage of spells, scattering the Wild Hunt legion's soldiers, they had only done so cautiously after confirming Geralt's absence.
Otherwise, if the alchemical bombs and flame storm had directly incinerated Geralt, that would have been a bit comical.
And one of Margarita's tasks was to save Geralt's life in the event of potential collateral damage.
Yennefer's expression was quite disappointed. She shook her head and said:
"I've seen Geralt's portrait; neither in height, weight, nor appearance is there any trace of Geralt among these soldiers."
"Moreover, the swordsmanship of these soldiers is not witcher swordsmanship at all. Geralt should not be here."
Guilliman nodded; this was a situation they had anticipated beforehand.
The Wild Hunt legion did not always deploy all its members for every sortie.
It wasn't even led by the Navigator Caranthir every time they went out.
Just like Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, this powerful army also had holidays and a shift system.
They were quite lucky this time; Caranthir appeared directly on their first encounter.
Otherwise, this battle would have turned into a siege to draw in reinforcements, luring more of the Wild Hunt legion to this world until the Navigator or the King of the Wild Hunt appeared.
Guilliman exhaled, then drew the Sword of Radiance and comforted Yennefer:
"Don't be too anxious, Yennefer."
"As long as I use a special method to capture the Navigator Caranthir's soul, the Wild Hunt army won't be able to pursue Ciri for a while."
"By then, Ciri will definitely come back to find you, and together you'll figure out how to rescue Geralt."
"That girl now has the ability to travel between worlds; she won't abandon her adoptive father."
After offering words of comfort, Guilliman said with a serious expression:
"Alright, this is a critical moment. Both of you, work together to use the spatial lockdown spell. Don't let that Navigator Caranthir escape."
"He possesses a portion of the Elder Blood, and his spatial magic ability is far stronger than that of ordinary sorcerers."
"If he escapes, our ambush will be a complete failure."
...And while Guilliman and his companions were talking, the Navigator Caranthir indeed wanted to escape.
In less than two minutes, the battle-hardened Wild Hunt soldiers who were with him had suffered heavy losses, a situation he had never imagined before, without even understanding who their enemies were.
Not only that, at least three or four of the witchers who rushed out were specifically targeting him, constantly using various attacks to disrupt his spellcasting.
Otherwise, Caranthir would have already managed to escape.
After all, the lives of other soldiers, even if sacrificed, were of no consequence.
Only he himself was extremely important to the entire Wild Hunt legion, and even to their entire race.
Although he wasn't the only navigator, he was currently the most outstanding one. Other navigators would need at least several months, or even longer, of training before they could participate in actual combat.
However, before he could break free from the entanglement of the several witchers.
Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented surge of magic appear beside him, like an invisible shackle, not only locking down his body but also his internal magic.
He barely managed to turn his head and saw two very beautiful human women, constantly moving their hands, seemingly casting a spell.
And a tall witcher beside him, holding a longsword emitting a golden glow, rushed towards him in the blink of an eye, giving him no chance to react.
Damn it, Caranthir was about to curse.
So far, including these two female spellcasters, he had seen four female sorceresses in this battle.
In his memory, there were currently no more than a hundred sorcerers in the entire human race whose power reached this level.
What was going on? Had the human high command reached an agreement? Did they want to capture the Wild Hunt legion in reverse?
Unfortunately, the other party did not give him much time to think.
In the last moments of his consciousness, he only saw a golden flashing longsword, which instantly slashed over his head, cutting off his head.
Not only that, but the other party made a strange gesture with his hand.
An unimaginable and irresistible suction directly pulled his soul out of the projection.
Along with his own soul as the navigator, and the souls of those dead Wild Hunt soldiers who had just been trapped in the Soul-Locking Barrier, they were all sucked into the body of that tall witcher.
It was at this moment that Caranthir truly felt fear.
If their souls could not return to their bodies on the Wild Hunt planet as they had in the past, then they would not be able to revive, and their bodies might become like comatose patients, perpetually in a deep sleep.
In that case, no one would be able to tell the Wild Hunt legion what had happened here.
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