Margarita Laux Antille.
One of the most powerful women in the world is also one of the most beautiful women in the world.
Her noble family and unparalleled magical wisdom have allowed her to achieve her current status.
But now, a lot of muscle had been cut off from her two calves, her body was dirty and smelly, and she could only huddle in a wooden cage with the bones of her students.
The body has a high fever that does not go away. In fact, being able to be infected under such a wound for so many days without dying already shows that a top sorceress has extraordinary magical power and physical strength.
But it was still of no use. The high fever and the pain of festering wounds still tortured her, making her unable to cast spells.
This is the reason why powerful kings treat magic power equally.
Inexperienced people only think that the magic power of the mages is so powerful that it can even wipe out an order of knights on the frontal battlefield.
But those familiar with the matter know very well that in order to prevent the mage from releasing spells, in addition to expensive magic-blocking gold, it may even only require a bout of dysentery.
Those who dare to forcefully cast spells in this state due to diarrhea, vomiting, and colic usually die in the academy because of the backlash of their magic power.
Of course, the greater possibility is that the chaotic magic scattered in the world cannot be mobilized at all.
The basis of spellcasting is concentration.
If a spell is not turned into an instinctive reaction that drives breathing, then a distraction and violent chaotic magic will twist the mage into an unspeakable mass.
A powerful and well-resourced mage will make a lot of preparations to maintain his condition.
Ordinary people can’t imagine how much money a mage would spend on these things.
But now, there is nothing around Margarita.
So, the noble Margarita, the beautiful Margarita, the powerful Margarita
In this period of time, it can only be like a bird waiting to be slaughtered. Hen, stay in the cage.
Even she herself is about to accept that she will die as "food" in the future.
Until she saw a young demon hunter leaving and returning.
The camp was in chaos, and armed men holding torches gathered like a long dragon towards the little demon hunter.
Margarita could only see Lan En’s profile from below in the cage.
The firelight shone on that exotic face, unexpectedly showing no panic or regret.
Instead, he just looked at the enemies who were laughing wantonly calmly.
It was as if he really believed that he could fight his way out of here.
Are you kidding, he is just a witcher
Margarita smiled miserably, remembering the embarrassed look when Lan En came to her cage for the first time.
His head and face are covered with blood, and he has a common sense reserve that he doesn’t know about the warlock
His skills are surprisingly good, but the most important knowledge reserve is a mess.
This is just an apprentice who has not even started his apprenticeship.
It would be crazy to expect an apprentice to fight his way out of a camp full of armed enemies.
But inexplicably, when the young apprentice said to himself, "I want to try to struggle," a strange sense of trust arose spontaneously.
He will not die here.
Magic trump card or curse
Not sure.
Margarita lowered her head. She was tortured by pain and high fever and could not even cast a spell, let alone explore the principle.
But since you are not simple, then give it a try
"What do you want me to do, declare in advance, I am no longer able to do it in my current state"
"Can you tell me whether you can't cast spells or are limited in casting spells?"
Before Margarita could finish speaking, Lan let out a low growl.
He deflected an arrow with the armor on his wrist, and cut another in mid-air with the sword in his hand.
A series of actions caused the enemies to exclaim, and then made them more interested in "bear hunting".
Lan En did not believe that the world's top sorceress would be directly restricted to the point of completely losing her ability to cast spells.
Even if there were really the world's top powerful mage in this camp, the gap between the top and the top should not be so big
Margarita was surprised by the other party's sharp thinking.
A person who doesn’t even have common sense about mages can actually detect the difference between these two states in such a short period of time
“I can only play some magic tricks now, do you understand? It’s as weak as your seal, and it can’t even last twenty seconds.”
It is because of this situation that Margarita is trapped here.
In twenty seconds, she can take away the lives of several people. But this only makes her final death a little more miserable.
However, Lan En, who was leaning against the cage, grinned with relief.
"Twenty seconds is enough even if it's ten seconds."
"What did you say?"
Margarita thought she heard wrong.
What can ten seconds do?
Lan En did not respond to her doubts.
"Come on, mage, put on a shield."
Using a shield means magic protection
Margarita thinks this statement is interesting. Easy to understand and relaxed at the same time.
But is this really a relaxing time?
No matter what, the sorceress frowned, tried her best to block the physical pain, concentrated her consciousness briefly, and mobilized Discord The magic of chaos.
A spherical shield like twisted air covered Lan En and Mu Cage.
A crossbow arrow hit it just at this moment, the crossbow arrowThe wooden pole made a crisp snapping sound.
Lan En slowly knelt down and sat on the ground.
This is the posture for witchers to meditate and rest, but it is also the posture in which they can most easily absorb the power of medicine.
"If I save you this time, will Aretuza give me a reward?"
Lan took out two vials from the alchemical leather bag, turned around and asked the woman with a smile Warlock.
Margarita’s face was distorted in order to maintain the shield.
There are ten seconds of shield left, and the enemies outside the shield are still laughing and shooting crossbows, or running over with long swords and hammers.
But the witcher didn't even look at them seriously now.
Margarita pursed her lips. Even though the magic cream covered her charm, others could still feel the plumpness of her lips.
She boasts that she has met most of the noble people on this continent.
She has seen both the imperial nobles in the south and the kingdom nobles in the north.
But putting oneself in danger for the sake of others is not righteous and righteous in the process, nor is it regarded as a noble honor.
On the contrary, she felt relaxed and unconcerned. She had never seen such a person before.
Margarita couldn't figure out whether this was the "chivalry" of his hometown or the "chivalry" of the witcher.
But she understands one thing
You are not doing these things for the glory of the world, right, witcher.
You are just doing what you want to do.
"You will become Aretuza's friend."
The sorceress looked at the cat's eyes seriously.
"In the name of Margarita Laux Andre"
The young witcher laughed and raised the hand holding the bottle as if to Holding a wine glass.
"Hahaha, what an honor. Then in your name, cheers, madam"
Like a toast, after finishing speaking, the two bottles were empty.
The dark toxins crawled up the blood vessels and onto the cheeks.
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