From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 307 Sintra Guerrillas
The three senior warlocks who were leading the warlock troops were all shocked when they heard this.

The warlocks in the north are all praised too highly, and they have bred a group of political idiots leisurely.But the Warlocks of the Southern Empire are different. They are not academic or field Warlocks. They have a good sense of politics in the army and the court.

There is too much information revealed in the emperor's words.

The three young warlocks could only say yes, but they didn't dare to say much about tactics.

Only Sascius, the oldest, could barely give advice to the emperor.

"Your Majesty." Shascius spoke very vaguely, so he tried his best to get close to the immobile emperor, but carefully kept a distance that would not offend, hoping that his words would reach the emperor's ears.

"If the information is correct, then Lannister's tactics are too dangerous for the Duke of Witte. The western army is not as powerful as the eastern army, and there may be a risk of being attacked by the same method; if the warlock troops are all gathered in the central army, it will No chance to fight a Lannister..."

Shascius can be said to be the direct descendant of the emperor. Although he seldom speaks out because of his health, every time he speaks, he has something to say.

But at this moment, the emperor didn't seem to catch the words from the old magician's vague utterances, he remained motionless and did not respond.

Now even Shascius didn't dare to say anything more.After receiving the order, the three young warlocks quickly retreated to assemble their respective warlock troops, and at this moment two more people came in outside the door, letting Shascius know that it was time for him to leave.

"Peter." The two people who entered the room bowed their heads together, until the emperor summoned, and one of them dared to cast his gaze on the emperor's back.

"My executive officer, I want you to summon my order to our marshal." Executive officer Peter nodded, and heard the emperor continue, "I have known about the great changes in the Eastern Army, and I also know that he sent half of Ad Fein's division Lost in Livia."

"Tell him, I'm not angry, I'm just ashamed. So I want him to send all the remaining Adel Fein divisions and Alba divisions to Livia, and at the same time bring the warlocks I sent to him. I Ask him to wash away the shame of the empire, rebuild the right wing of the army group, and allow our strategy to continue."

"The sun is above, your will is my direction." The executive engraved every word of the emperor's order into his mind.

After confirming that the emperor had no other instructions for him, the executive officer loudly expressed his loyalty to the emperor, and then retired.

……

In the end, only the emperor and the last person were left in the room.

This man's name is Stephen Skellen, and he is a coroner and intelligence agent of the Imperial Intelligence Agency. Unlike the glamorous warlocks and military officers just now, he is a figure who has been active in the shadows.

Because of this, facing the emperor's back at this moment, he felt extremely terrified.He didn't know why the emperor left him alone to talk in the end.

"Skellen." In the suffocating silence, the agent heard the emperor calling his name.

"Your Majesty!" He immediately shouted and responded.

"You let me down." The emperor's next words almost caused Stephen to have a cardiac arrest.

He knew what the emperor was referring to.

"I have assigned you a mission, a secret mission. Instead of doing it yourself, you contacted different people to try to complete it—although I did give you this right."

"You once contacted Cassirer, and it turned out that he died on the road from the capital of Sintra to Brokilon; you contacted Rins, and the warlock finally fell in Novigrad; you also asked Ya Blige, who died in Livia before he started the mission."

Stephen began to tremble, and he heard the Emperor continue, "So you let me down. The first time, and then the second, and the third time. How long has it been since I assigned you this task?"

"Before the massacre in Sintra, Your Majesty." Beads of sweat began to drip from Stephen's head, "It has been, already..."

He could not speak, because the emperor in front of him turned around.

He didn't have the courage to raise his head anymore, but even with the back of his head, he could still feel the two flaming eyes burning his body.

"I rarely give a person such long patience, Stephen. So this time you don't have your own plan, and I will personally assign your actions."

This is the last chance.The agent knew that if the actions assigned by the emperor himself did not achieve their goals, then they would not have to come back.

"You are my direction, Your Majesty!" Stephen shouted loudly.

Emhyr was noncommittal about the compliments from his subordinates.

"I know that you have made many friends in the north in order to complete my mission during this period, and one of them is my former 'friend'." These words made the spy tremble again, he knew that the emperor knew him well.

"I want you to go to this mutual friend of ours. Tell him that Lannister has gained that power, he has grown. And the young lion is in Brokilon, and I will lead Lannister with my troops. Nestor and his soldiers, I want him to seize this opportunity and make a move."

"Tell him that this is also his last chance. If it succeeds, I will give him the promised governorship; if it fails, you and he both know how I will treat the loser."

The emperor's words were unhurried, and Stephen imprinted every word of the emperor in his heart with more sincerity than memorizing his mother's name.

Then he bowed his head and took his leave.

Walking out of the emperor's study, he found that his hands were still shaking.

He knew that his troubles were not over, or that the next was the beginning.He wanted to go north as an imperial agent, to contact the emperor's former "friend", the well-known warlock in the north - Vigfortz of Logewen.

Before that, he needs to find some other helpers for himself as much as possible.

……

After the ace agent of the Imperial Intelligence Agency left his study, Emperor Emhyr turned around and faced the window.

He stared at the rain outside the window as always, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he raised the battle report in his hand that he had read countless times, and read it word by word.

The guards all thought that the emperor was short-tempered by the disintegration of the Eastern Group Army. In the orders just given to the warlocks, executive officers, and secret agents, His Majesty didn't even have the slightest instruction about Duke Darcy, a powerful old nobleman.

But only the emperor knew what his focus was.

"Lannister..." he murmured the name, his thoughts turning.

Those were the days when he was in Sintra under the pseudonym "Prince Doni". He knew that Queen Calanthe had a younger brother of the same family with such a name, and the other party had a son who was a few years older than his daughter Cirila.

The blond kid had received a period of enlightenment education in the palace, and was even able to accompany his daughter when he took his daughter to Skellige for vacation.Calanthe liked that kid very much.

Just as no one could have imagined what Prince Dhoni would look like today, Emhyr also didn't expect that brat to cause such a hindrance to his career now.

"The blood of the ancients..." When saying this word, the emperor's voice became quieter, and no one in the room could hear him.They could only see that the emperor's eyes became sharper, turning into the aggressive majesty they were familiar with like the sun, which could not be looked directly at.

After all the guards bowed their heads, the emperor was silent for a while.

Afterwards, his lips moved a few times, as if he was about to utter the third word, but in the end he only let out an inaudible breath.

The guards who bowed their heads did not see that when the emperor made such a sound, his eyes suddenly became calm, and it could even be said to be soft.It seems that fire has turned into water, and it seems that it has become a rain that can't stop in front of me.

If someone had the audacity to put his ear close to the emperor's lips just now, he might be able to barely make out the pronunciation of those words.

Those three words are: "Pavita".

The emotion of that moment is fleeting.When the guards looked up stealthily, what they saw was still the emperor who was always firm and always ambitious, who was comparable to the sun in the eyes of Nilfgaardian soldiers, the "White Flame" who was feared by all enemies.

He stared at the rain in front of him, and the Yaruga behind it, and Sintra, which could be reached by winding down the Yaruga.
-
The soldier in black armor stopped cautiously at the outskirts of the forest, surrounded by members of his patrol.In front of them was a dark and deep forest, and under the shroud of moonlight, every shadow was like the huge mouth of a wild beast.

There was no chirping of birds, or even strangely, the chirping of insects.

The patrolman only felt that fear seized his internal organs, as if there were a few slimy eels in his intestines, and they were stubbornly pursuing freedom.

An hour earlier, the patrol had received an order to move.They had hoped that the cold of the night and the arduous and rigorous routine repeated a hundred times would subdue their fears.But they are wrong.

An hour later, they had traveled about five miles, deep into dangerous enemy territory, but fear still gnawed at his heart.

They feared the partisans of Sintra.

There are rumors that the lion of Sintra has the ability to command the wild beasts in the forest. He controls the poisonous snakes and leopards in the deep forest and transforms them into humanoid ambush soldiers. Therefore, the guerrillas in Sintra are as ferocious as wild beasts.

In response to this rumor, knowledgeable superior officers reprimanded them, saying that those guerrilla captains with beast eyes were nothing more than demon hunters, mutant monsters from alchemy experiments that could be killed by only five or even three people with swords. .

But this did not diminish the patrol's fear of the Sintra guerrillas in the slightest.

These elusive killers have done too much damage for the black troops stationed in Cintra.

"Have you heard?" Under the influence of fear, the disciplined black-clothed army couldn't help but make a sound, trying to relieve it by chatting.

"What are you trying to say, Corporal?" The captain of the patrol was a lieutenant.He cast his eyes at the corporal who was talking, but didn't stop him, thinking that he himself needed words to ease his uneasy heart.

"I hear that Army Group Eastern has been routed."

"Do you want to be sacrificed to the flag? Dare to say such a thing?" The lieutenant's tone became serious.

"That's a trick of the Sintra people! It's a rumor! They dare not face us on the frontal battlefield, and they can only form guerrillas to attack us. Now they can only use this kind of trick to interfere with us!"

"But I heard that Duke Darcy was also taken prisoner."

"Aren't you stopping, Corporal?"

The corporal who contributed to the dissemination of Sintra's information paused: "That's not what I want to say. I also heard that the Sintra people want to exchange prisoners with His Majesty and send them back to Duke Darcy. But His Majesty refused."

The entire patrol came to a halt.

"That's Duke Darcy." The corporal muttered. "After the news got out, our Duke Werther is not quite right, don't you think?"

The lieutenant stared at the corporal who couldn't keep his mouth shut: "You really want to be sacrificed to the flag."

The corporal was still muttering: "The scope of our patrols is getting smaller every time, and the training time is getting shorter every day. It's almost become the marshal's logistics army..."

All members of the patrol team were silent, they could clearly feel the changes in the Western Group Army.

As the commander, Duke Werther was slack a long time ago, and it has intensified ever since the news of Duke Darcy's death came.

This emotion was transmitted to the entire Western Group Army, just like the lieutenant of the patrol team at the moment, although he shouted "sacrifice flag", he didn't even wave his fist at the corporal who was talking nonsense for so long.

"If you're so worried about the things above, why don't you have the courage to remove a little danger for us?"

The lieutenant pointed to the deep forest in front of him: "Go to play our own role, to stop those Sintra guerrillas."

The corporal muttered a few more times, and said vaguely: "The woods are nothing to be afraid of, but—"

"What if there are really guerrillas inside?"

The patrol team that was just about to take action paused again, and for a short moment, those compatriots who fought against the Sintra guerrillas and failed.

"How, sir?" said the corporal in a hoarse voice, "do you still want to enter this forest?"

"...The order we received was to investigate the situation within a five-mile radius of the camp."

"The mission has been completed, don't waste time."

"withdraw."

In the dark night, the black Japanese army patrol in black armor left in a hurry.

Without the sound of their conversation, the forest without insects and sparrows is even more dead silent.

Suddenly, just twenty steps away from where the patrol team was standing, the trunk of a giant tree suddenly wavered like water ripples.

With a long breath, the black-haired sorceress calmed down the chaotic energy in her hands.She flicked her long hair, imbuing the forest with the scent of cloves and gooseberries.

Then, two men appeared behind the sorceress.

A man with arms thicker than a sorceress's waist was exposed. He was tall, with no hair on his head but thick flesh, and his eyes were like poisonous snakes.

The other has long gray hair like an old man, a well-proportioned figure, and an expressionless face.

Standing behind Yennefer, Geralt took a deep breath as the sorceress raised her eyebrows.

When making this action, he still had no expression on his face, and his eyes were cold, staring at the Nilfgaardian patrol in the distance.

"How about it, Lei Suo. Can you see the faces of those people clearly at such a close distance?" White Wolf turned to look at Lei Suo, "Is it possible tonight?"

In the darkness, Lei Suo's amber snake eyes gleamed.

He showed an expression as if he had met his prey: "Kolgrim's poison has taken effect. Go gather our team members and act tonight."

(End of this chapter)