The Witcher: From the Academy of Knights

Chapter 95
The Duchy of Tar, the western border.

Stormwind.

The tall gray-white castle is built on the hillside, and the mottled walls are covered with thorns and moss, silently telling the wind and frost that the ancient castle has experienced. At the top of the castle, the flag that symbolizes the Duke of the West is hunting in the wind.

Castle, in the study.

Fiers, the Duke of the Western Territory, was standing beside a huge sand table. His eyes were fixed on the positions of Night Crow City and Riverrun City, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Next to him, Maester Kafei stood there with a calm expression on his face.

Boom boom boom!
At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"It's Mullen, come in."

Phils said quietly.

The door was pushed open, and a tall young man with blond hair walked in and saluted Phils and Kafei slightly.

The eldest son of the Duke of Fiers, Mullen.

At only 35 years old, he is already a senior knight. For many years, he has been trained by the Duke of Fiers as his successor.

"Is there a problem?"

Phils didn't even raise his head, his eyes were still fixed on the sand table.

"Father, do you really want to marry Manlis to Ander?"

A trace of hesitation appeared on Mu Lun's face, he took a deep breath, and said, "Please forgive me, when I was living in the capital, I also had contact with the third prince Ander."

"That's a pompous and stupid guy."

"If it wasn't for Earl Lane's plan behind the scenes, he wouldn't even be qualified to fight for the throne. Why should the Westland side with him?"

Hearing Mullen's words, Phils' expression remained unchanged.

"What? Do you think Ander has no chance to become king?"

Phils said lightly.

"Good! That's what I think."

Mullen looked firm, and said frankly: "In my opinion, the reason why Ander was able to seize the capital was entirely due to luck and the help of Earl Ryan."

"How could such a lucky guy make it to the end?"

Firth raised his head, stared at Mullen, and said in a low voice, "Then how do you think the Western Territory should handle itself in this battle for the throne?"

"Second Princess Histor, there are many strong men under her command!"

Mu Lun said loudly without hesitation: "His Royal Highness Hester has become a hero in the hearts of people in the southern border when he crusaded against the Crusaders."

"What's more, behind her is the firm support of the North."

"If you add the power of the western region, His Highness Historic will be able to take over the king's capital in half a month at most, and then become Queen of Tal!"

"You want me to bow down to a woman?"

Phils was expressionless, and said in a low voice: "What's more, you also know that Hester already has the support of the Duke of the North."

"Even if we stand in line now, how much benefit can we get?"

"That girl Heister is not very old, but she is a cunning person. When she sent Goliath to Stormwind City, she wanted to win me over."

As he said that, Phils sneered and said coldly: "But what happened? Not only did she reject the marriage request from the western region, she even refused to give me a promise."

"How can such a person get support from the Western Region?"

"But……"

Mullen hesitated, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you don't want to support Hester, you don't have to choose Ander, right?"

"Did I say that I want to support Ander as king?" Phils asked quietly.

"Father, you..."

Mu Lun's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in confusion, "If you don't plan to support Ander, why did you send Manlis to the capital?"

Phils didn't speak, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

He walked slowly to the window, looked at the high mountains outside, and said as if muttering to himself: "The tide of magic is surging, and the extraordinary is coming again."

"All of this is just the beginning..."

……

The Duchy of Tar, the western border.

Night Crow City.

Sauron, who had returned from Old Lington, went to the basement immediately after returning to the castle, and saw Orens lying in the coffin like a corpse.

Behind him, a hint of excitement appeared on Frost's face.

He didn't forget that Sauron left Old Lington this time to find a way to wake up Orens, and now it seems that he has found it.

"Maester Frost, please stay away."

Sauron opened his mouth and said, at the same time, he took out the soul-inducing scroll from his bosom.

"This is?"

Frost's heart moved, and his eyes flashed thoughtfully. He seemed to have seen the witchcraft scroll in Sauron's hand in an ancient book.

On the spot, Sauron took a deep breath.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the witchcraft scroll, poured magic power into it, and murmured: "Souls lost in nothingness, in the name of Faleilin, I will guide you back!"

Farelin is the maker of this witchcraft scroll.

As Sauron uttered the syllable, in an instant, the witchcraft scroll emitted a dark light, and the gray-white mist filled the air and spread in the basement.

Not far away, the gray mist seemed to converge into a whirlpool.

"Use the blood of your relatives to attract souls!"

With a flash in Sauron's eyes, he immediately bit his fingertips and dropped a drop of blood into the gray mist vortex. In order to successfully activate the soul-drawing technique, the blood of blood relatives must be used as a medium.

As the son of Orens, Sauron's blood can just be used as a medium.

brush!
As a drop of blood fell into the gray fog vortex, the surrounding fog surged up, as if turning into a gust of wind, causing a chill in the basement.

Sauron stood there, looking ahead intently.

Time passed by like this bit by bit, and after an unknown amount of time, Orens in the coffin suddenly trembled all over his body.

Sauron raised his head suddenly, but saw a group of void spirit bodies floating through the wall in the distance.

"Success!"

His heart moved, and not far away, although the group of spirit bodies was nothing, they vaguely looked similar to Orens.

This also means that it is the soul of Orens.

The soul-abduction technique successfully brought back his lost body, but to Sauron's surprise, Orens' soul did not return to his body immediately after it appeared.

Not far away, the void spirit let out a scream.

He actually jumped over the coffin and came straight to Sauron, waving his ghost claws as if they were the sharpest blades.

"Is this... out of control?"

Sauron frowned slightly, and a thought flashed in his eyes. It seemed that Orens' soul had been separated from his body for too long, and his state had gradually lost control.

At this time, the spirit body has gradually transformed into a resentful spirit.

Although it has not been successful yet, one thing is certain, Orens must have devoured many of his own kind during his lost soul.

"Sauron, be careful!"

In the rear, Frost also felt a mass of nothingness attacking Sauron, and hurriedly exclaimed.

brush!
Facing the attacking spirit body, Sauron's expression remained unchanged, he instantly pulled out the Broken Star Cross Sword, and waved it bluntly towards the front.

With just one sword strike, the attacking spirit body was repelled.

The severely wounded soul seemed to become even more emptiness. Sauron saw the timing and injected more magic power into the soul-guiding scroll.

(End of this chapter)