From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

The taupe owl expected to see some sleeping monster from the window, but saw nothing alive in the compartment.

It was like an idle laboratory instead.

It was clean and tidy, with long metal-covered tables and shelves full of glass—flasks, test tubes, retorts, mixing bowls, and all sorts of small utensils. Just looking at these things seems to be able to smell the strong smell of alcohol, ether and formalin.

But what caught the owl's attention the most was a steel chair with a leather hoop. The chair had a strange shape and was obviously designed to tie people to it for some special purpose.

Tay Owl is an experienced interrogator, he is keenly aware that the chair has been used many times, and there is an uncomfortable smell everywhere.

"Don't look at that, it's used to hold the fruits of victory of our actions." Vigfortz called the gray forest owl's attention back, and pointed to the compartments with roars and roars, "These are the It can help us win."

【Fruit of victory... This guy seems to want the placenta of a lion cub...】 The gray owl couldn't help shivering when he recalled Wigfortz's plan for Princess Sintra.

Compared with these sorcerer's fancy experiments, it seems that the Empire's interrogation of traitors and spies has become merciful.

The gray owl swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You want these locked monsters to help? I think as soon as you open the door, they will rush out and tear us to pieces!"

The implication is that they are unwilling to act with these uncontrolled monsters.

"Isn't this better? The more ferocious they are, the more damage they can cause to Sintra." Vigfortz chuckled, "You don't have to worry, you don't have much chance to get along with these big guys , because they will be dropped directly into Brokilon Town."

He walked through the iron gates like a few treasures: "The [Chimera] created by mixing the deer head demon, the griffin, the pterodactyl and the insectoid creature; Send an alchemist to transform the [Troll Praying Mantis] named as the "Fearer"; there is also a mutant crab demon [Koshche Monster] transformed from native creatures and alien creatures - each of them is enough An evil beast that destroyed an ordinary town."

Vigfortez was proud, but sighed again: "It's a pity that I couldn't find the technology to summon or create [Saliva Demon], otherwise I might not be able to reproduce [Alzu Double Cross Summoning Technique] gone."

"That way, not to mention the strength of a small town, even the entire Sintra army can't stop us from taking Cirila away."

Every name reported by this warlock is famous. Even if you don't study monsters and biology, you can find the names of these monsters in history books.

The gray owl became delighted and nervous: "Are you going to use the portal to drop them directly into Brokilon Town?"

"No." Vigfortz denied, "You have misunderstood the [portal] magic. I can't teleport so many and such big creatures-in fact, I even sent my mercenary group and you Sending it to Sintra won't do it."

Warlock openly admitted his incompetence, which also made the gray owl's face distort immediately.

"What do you mean?" growled the Imperial Coroner under his breath. "Are you kidding me? Are we going to walk to Cintra in the end? The front is already fighting and we've wasted so much time! Wait It's too late in Sintra!"

"Don't be nervous, taupe owl. I value the lion cub far more than you, even your emperor." Vigfortz reassured.

"I can't do it, but 'it' can."

The warlock led the taupe owl to the end of the corridor, where there was a door with extraordinarily many inscriptions.

The taupe owl thought that there would be some terrible beast locked inside, but when he opened the door, he found another empty room inside.

There is only one metal table, densely covered with inscriptions on and around the table.

There is a vial on the table.

"Is this another lab of yours?"

"No, this is the prison where the most terrifying beasts are held." Vigfortz pointed to the bottle.

...

The taupe owl stepped forward suspiciously. What he saw was not only a bottle, but even a very old bottle.

It appears to be of clay material, sealed with wood and wax. There is also a crust of mud on the surface, and the gray owl has no doubt that the mud will stain the hands of those who touch it.

If anything special, it's the bottle with a hexagram painted on the cork.

Another feeling of being teased came to my heart.

However, before the gray owl turned around to question, the next second, the warlock behind him suddenly began to chant unknown spells loudly.

At this moment, all the inscriptions and runes on the ground seemed to come alive like fish swimming in the water, spinning around the vase while emitting a cold light.

Like sharks that have seen blood, they greedily clung to the shell of the vase.

This weird scene made the gray owl take a few steps back, fearing that he would be hurt by these little things that seemed to have life.

Until all the runes penetrated into the pottery vase, this ordinary and old thing suddenly began to glow, accompanied by a cracking sound that seemed to occur in the mind, an illusory face suddenly appeared Drilled out of the bottle in the gust of wind.

The storm is coming.

The face that emerged from the bottle erupted with a blazing light like the sun, and unparalleled power revolved around it, enough power to tear a city apart was compressed in this small room, looking around The direction to be able to vent.

The gray owl frantically tried to reach out and grab something to stabilize its body in the storm, but found that everything except itself and Vigfortz had been torn into pieces.

A thin protective shield firmly guarded him in the middle, preventing any damage from touching him.

But Vigfortez was exposed to this power without protection, but all the romantics walked around him, as if he was afraid of something.

The embarrassment of the gray owl amused the Warlock, and made Vigfortz show a vicious smile of success. Immediately afterwards he held up his hands before the gray owl could get angry, and cried out loudly:

"Di Jing, follow my order - go back!"

The runes absorbed by the old pottery bottle burst into light at this moment, as if the suction force of a black hole tore the unwilling face, and stuffed it back into the dark and narrow space without a doubt.

Calm was restored in the laboratory.

Panting heavily with lingering fear, the gray owl shifted its gaze back and forth in the room, looking at everything.

"That is, that is..." A name that only exists in fairy tales and poems appeared in the mind of the gray forest owl.

Wigfortz affirmed, "That's Di Jing."

...

As I said before, between the current world's atmosphere and the astral world, there is still a layer of elemental world.

Before Lann was absorbing energy in Kaer Morhen's Ring of Elements, he strayed into the elemental plane, because his power was spied on and plotted against. If it wasn't for some big brother who didn't want to be named to pull Lan En at a critical moment, the consequences would be disastrous.

The elemental planes are divided into four types: earth, water, fire, and air, and four corresponding elemental spirits were born in their respective planes.

Among them, the air spirit was given a special name by scholars——Djinn.

Warlocks prefer Di Jing, because Di Jing is full of magic power and elemental essence, so a mage with extremely powerful mana can capture and seal Di Jing, and absorb the energy of Di Jing to cast spells instead of traditional sources of mana.

Of course, it is difficult to fight the Di Jing, who can unleash spells at the snap of a finger that top human sorcerers have been unable to cast for years. And they can also manipulate air elements at will, summoning hurricanes of natural disaster level.

However, warlocks' preference for Di Jing is not only because they can be used as a source of energy for movement, but more importantly - Di Jing also masters many ways of using magic that humans cannot learn or even understand.

Warlocks and even other people who inherited the seal of Di Jing after the Warlock's death can use Di Jing to accomplish things that they cannot do.

So there is such a strange description in various poems and fairy tales: If you pick up a bottle sealed by magic in the wild, then congratulations, lucky traveler—please open it. A magical elf will come to your side and fulfill your three wishes...

...

"Di Jing! Di Jing!" The gray owl's eyes became greedy and naked, almost licking the clay vase with its eyes.

Wigfortz's eyes revealed the expected mockery.

"With it, why do we go to Sintra? We can directly make a wish for Sirila to come here!" Panting heavily, "No, we can do more. Di Jing's wish is still there." Can……"

"It can't do it." Vigfortz said coldly.

These words made the red-faced gray owl calm down.

"Even if you are such a person, you must have heard fairy tales when you were a child." Wigfortz chuckled, "But have you ever wondered why there is no clear record in history of people who used dijing to fulfill their wishes? ? Why can we only see them in fairy tales?"

Gray Owl was taken aback.

Vigfortz slowly lifted the veil of the dark fairy tale.

"First of all, Di Jing is not 'omnipotent', they just do things in ways we can't understand, otherwise they wouldn't be caught by me."

"Secondly, such a 'beautiful' Di Jing is extremely dangerous, as it is recorded in the notes circulated among us warlocks." Vigfortz said with emotion, "If you want wealth but are forced by gold Greedy people who were smashed to death, deserters who wanted to escape from the battlefield but were transferred to another desperate situation, people who didn't know what to say but were turned into sculptures who wanted to live forever..."

"Facing Di Jing, restraining your greed is the first point." Wigfortz glanced at the gray forest owl who was still breathing deeply, "So you need to recover quickly, otherwise I don't feel relieved to hand it over to you. you."

"You want to give me Di Jing?" The gray owl showed a surprised expression.

"That's right, Di Jing's power is an indispensable part of the plan. But I don't want to be exposed to your people for the time being, so I can only go to Sintra with all my power." Wigfortz He said very generously and understandingly, "Get the clay bottle, uncork it, and Di Jing will obey you."

Gray Owl's hands trembled slightly. Even though he knew Di Jing's double-edged sword attribute, he still felt unbelievable that he was about to gain this power.

But the taupe owl also clearly sees greed and insidiousness beneath Wigfortz's gentle mask. He understood that the sorcerer just wanted to turn him into a chess piece to cross the river to test the enemy, while he stood high above the chessboard and looked down on everything, waiting for the opportunity to enter the game and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

And the gray owl is also very sure that there are ten thousand ways to take back the dijing given to him by Wigfortz.

Too bad the gray owl doesn't have much choice anymore.

"I've calmed down." The gray owl took a deep breath, "How should I 'make a wish', and what wish should I make?"

"One of the things in those fairy tales is correct, that is, Di Jing can only fulfill three wishes of a person, and then all the seals will disappear. Either re-seal it, or release it to the heavens."

"And considering Dijing's distortion of wishes and possible harm, the process of wishing must be done with caution."

Wigfortz had already had a plan in mind: "We can't directly wish the 'result' of bringing Cirila to us. At most, it is just letting Dijing help us shorten a few 'processes' in reaching the goal."

Wigfortz stretched out a finger: "The first wish is that these monsters I created will not harm you."

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out another finger: "The second wish is to send you and my monsters to the town of Brokilon in Sintra."

"The wish ends here, and then it's your task. Let the monsters destroy the town to attract attention, and you who are rational, take the opportunity to capture Ciriella."

"Only two wishes? What about the third?"

Vigfortez didn't know how many times he showed sarcasm today: "If you dare to make a third wish, the unsealed Di Jing can destroy Brokiron and you in an instant."

The gray owl took two deep breaths: "I understand... shall we start now?"

All the time the emperor's orders were to pursue the taurine owl, and all the time he wanted the action to begin immediately.

Wigfortz once again denied the taupe owl: "There is no rush."

"As I said, in order to prevent it from misinterpreting the wish and harming the wish-maker, you must be cautious when making a wish."

Under the gaze of the taupe owl, Vigfortz reached into his arms and took out two thick rolls of parchment and handed them over.

"This is your 'wish', you'd better take some time to familiarize yourself with them, so that you don't miss a single word when you make a wish." Vigfortz showed a nasty smile, "Although I am looking forward to that scene , but you better not give me this chance."

As soon as the gray owl unfolded the two rolls of parchment, it stared dumbfounded at them hanging directly to the ground, with fly-sized words densely written on them.

He first saw the desire to "transfer everyone to Sintra": the parchment made a clear definition of the country "Sintra" and the way of moving "transportation", and wrote in detail The specific coordinates of Rocky Long Town; it also stipulates whether to send everyone to the water or land, how many centimeters from the ground, whether there are obstacles or possible enemies around, etc...

As for the wish "to prevent monsters from attacking me and others", it is even more exaggerated: the gray owl first saw the description and designation of these monsters; The names, brief introductions, physical characteristics, etc. of each of the multi-numbered people; all the possible attacks of these monsters are also listed, and the damage they may cause to the team is clarified...

The gray owl suddenly admired Vigfortz, and he had to admit that the other party played an irreplaceable role in this operation.

At the same time, Gray Owl also noticed that in the list of more than 100 people who said "monsters should not attack themselves and others", Vigfortez also added the name of the lion cub Cirila.

This is reasonable, you can't let your goals be killed by your own tools, right? (end of this chapter)