The Creators: From Night City

Due to Margarita's physical condition and strength, the power of this magic telegraph is a bit low. If you want the broadcast to cover the entire area around the island of Thanedd, you either have to use time to grind it out or modify the 'telegraph' and add some accessories.

It just so happened that Jiang Bing had a staff made of [Mithril] that could amplify mental power. Although it was a bit heavy, Margarita only used it as an amplifier. It did not need to be moved at all, and it did not hinder its use.

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Anchorage Village is located on the eastern border of the no-man's land of Velen. It actually belonged to the former Kingdom of Temeria and was the largest village in the kingdom. However, the ongoing Third Northern War caused its ownership to be returned to the Nilfgaardians along with the demise of the Kingdom of Temeria.

In the wilderness not far northwest of Anchorage Village.

A forest deer was foraging on the ground for fresh buds. It blinked its bright eyes and held its long ears upright, alert to possible predators in front, behind, and on both sides.

Unfortunately, what it didn't expect was that the predator that would kill him would drop from the sky.

The Cat School witcher Jor-El really looked like a vivid large mountain cat. He relied on his excellent balance ability to crouch quietly on the branch of a tree. When the prey passed under him, he stretched his body and jumped down from the branch silently. At the moment of landing, he used the inertia of falling to insert the steel sword in his hand into the head of the forest deer.

The forest deer died completely after only a very small amount of blood was shed. Joel dug a hole with the blood and buried it deeply. Then he carried the prey on his back and carefully went deep into the dense forest.

He had to be so cautious because Radovid V's witch hunters were closely following them. If they were careless and their whereabouts were exposed, they would be surrounded and attacked on a large scale.

These witch hunters from the Order of the Flaming Rose are considered the most elite forces in their group. When the "Novigrad Bloody Massacre", known as the Day of the Extinction of the Eternal Flame, occurred, these experts were scattered across the North to track, investigate, and capture any suspicious elements that had anything to do with magic.

After the destruction of the Eternal Flame, they became even more insane and paranoid with the support of Radovid V.

In their words, it is: "This is a glorious vengeance offered to the eternal fire."

Whether it was honorable or not, Joel didn't know, he only knew that he definitely didn't want to become a victim of revenge.

Their temporary camp was set up in a cave beside a stream. There was running water, caves that could barely shelter them from the wind and rain, and of course, a dozen or so burdens.

When Joel walked near the stream, a man suddenly appeared beside a high rock. It was Silodinger, who was on guard duty. He was also his brother, another witcher from the Cat School.

"What about those troublesome girls? Are they making trouble again?" Joel said a few words as usual, but ignored Silodinger's intention to lend a hand.

"You should take a rest, after all..." He cast his gaze at the left sleeve of Xiloding, which was empty and only tied with a knot with the sleeve.

"After all, you were injured so badly."

"It's okay. I just drank another bottle of 'Swallow' potion. The wound no longer affects my movement." Xilodinger's tone was unexpectedly calm, which matched his square face perfectly. The overall feeling he gave people was that he didn't look like a witcher from the cat school at all, but rather belonged to the bear school.

"Do you think it's worth sacrificing your hand for these female sorcerers?" Joel couldn't help but complain, but he didn't stop.

"You can leave anytime you want, Jor-El."

"What are you talking about!"

While the two were arguing, a haggard but still charming sorceress came out of the cave.

She looked at the trophy on the witcher's back in surprise. "Such a big deer, enough for all of us to eat for several meals."

Looking at the sorceress whose long brown hair was tangled, the two finally stopped arguing.

Silotinger gestured for Joel to continue walking, and he asked the sorceress, "Why don't you get some sleep, Nina? We've finally settled down, and you need to recharge your batteries. We still have a long way to go."

"I can't sleep." Nina Fufero, a teacher at Aretuza Academy, sighed.

"Whenever I close my eyes, I think of the students and sisters who died at the hands of the Redanians."

Chapter 354: Demon Hunter and Sorceress

"The dead are gone, and the living must go on living. Nina, you have to look forward." When Xilodinger comforted people, he was as wise and calm as a paladin of the Griffin School.

"I'm sorry to drag you into this, Silotinger." The sorceress carefully touched the man's severed arm. "If it weren't for us holding you back, no matter how many witch hunters there were, they wouldn't have been able to catch a single mountain cat in the mountains, and you wouldn't have lost an arm covering our retreat."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Aren't those witch hunters all dead?"

Nina took the opportunity to hug the one-armed demon hunter and snuggled in his arms. Her days of escape had stretched her nerves and body to the limit, and she urgently needed support from her lover.

As for why a 'university professor' and a slasher get along well.

All I can say is that one is a sorceress and the other is a demon hunter, which is perfectly normal.

"Haven't we been told repeatedly not to use magic? Why didn't you listen? Do you know that this will kill everyone?"

Suddenly, Jor-El's angry roar was heard from the cave.

The two people snuggled together and hurried back into the cave to check the situation.

The witcher's hair and beard were all standing on end, and his face was extremely gloomy. He wanted to stab to death with a sword the female student from Aretuza Academy who was squatting on the ground and crying.

The other party was obviously young and his psychological endurance was very fragile. When scolded by the witcher, he couldn't help but burst into tears and shed gold beans.

"Ms. Biluta is almost dying. If she doesn't get treatment, she won't be able to hold on."

Joel suppressed his anger and glanced at another teacher from Aretuza Academy, Biluta Ikati, who was lying unconscious on a spread-out dirty dress. He found that she was indeed as the girl in front of him had said. Her high fever had made her face flushed, and the large amount of sweat oozing from her forehead indicated that she was on the verge of shock.

She was first shot in the thigh by the witch hunter's magic-blocking golden crossbow, and then she forcibly pulled out the crossbow and cast a spell to fight the witch hunter to the death. Her body was already squeezed to the limit, and then she followed the large group for such a long time that she could no longer hold on.

"You can't joke with everyone's lives. Don't you know that the witch hunters are circling nearby? If there's any fluctuation in magic, they'll follow like hyenas smelling blood."

"Okay, Joel, stop losing your temper." The first thing Silodinger did when he arrived at the scene was to comfort his teammates. As a demon hunter of the cat school, he naturally knew that his teammates had flaws in their emotional self-control ability.

"We can't just watch our companion die, especially when there's a way to save her."

"Astie only used the Aesirri Growth Spell a few times. Unlike other spells, the magic fluctuations caused are very small, and they may not be able to track it." The other girls talked at once, trying to defend their classmate.

"You know what? Every witch hunter in this group is equipped with a special magic fluctuation sensor. Someone close to us might be able to sense it. This is a matter of life and death. How can we take any chances?"

As 'witch hunters' who specialize in hunting people who use magic, they are of course equipped with special magic sensing devices. These items are like the badges of various schools of demon hunters. They will vibrate when they detect magic fluctuations nearby. Although these magic items are rare, they are not extremely rare.

"Since it's already happened, why not let them go and stabilize Biluta's injuries first? Everyone else, prepare to evacuate. Nina, arrange for everyone to eat and replenish their energy. Joel, the two of us will go to the top of the mountain to keep watch. If we notice any signs of trouble, organize an evacuation immediately."

Silotinger calmly analyzed the situation and gave the best solution at the fastest speed. He classified them into categories and arranged them in a clear and orderly manner. He was calm and composed, completely unlike a cat-school witcher who was emotionally sensitive and easily exploded.

Joel could only reluctantly follow his companions out of the cave and climb to the vantage point on the top of the mountain to look around.

"If you ask me, these troublesome women will drag us down sooner or later." The witcher complained with his anger still lingering.

"I told you, Jor-El, you can leave anytime you want."

"I really don't know what kind of potion or spell that sorceress gave you to make you work for her so wholeheartedly, Siloting." Joel was choked by his companion and could only turn around and complain about the other sorceress's mistress.

"I don't know if Gaitan is still alive, or if he received the letter I left in his hideout. If the three of us die, the Cat School's Temperance Witchers will be wiped out. The only ones left will be those lunatics, psychopaths, and sadists who do anything. You know what I mean, Silotinger."

"Hmm~" The companion looked intently at the dense forest in the distance and echoed.

"Then the Cat School is completely finished, and our ideal of reviving it is completely shattered."

"There aren't many possibilities, Jor-El. Perhaps the extinction of the demon hunter community is a good thing."

"That's right." Joel agreed with his companion. "I still remember the other apprentices from our class. I'll never forget how they died. Let me tell you, we weren't close friends back then. The one I was closest to was the son of a farmer from Elland..."

"Shh, something's happening!"

Joel shut his mouth instantly, and his yellow eyes looked towards the distant mountains and forests following the guidance of his companions. A large number of birds in the silent forest were startled.

"Are they the witch hunters who deserve to go to hell?"

"It's almost certain." Silotinger made the decision.

"Fuck them, let those little bastards retreat quickly. Let's use the terrain to have some fun with them."

The Cat School badges on the two men's chests vibrated violently, and the source of the vibration was obviously from the cave beneath them.

"What happened?" This question flashed through the minds of both of them at the same time.

You know, in order to make the witcher badge vibrate so much, it must be some large-scale spell. During the escape, the witcher had already repeatedly warned the sorceresses not to cast large-scale spells unless it was a life-and-death situation.

The two men looked at each other, and a bad thought arose in their hearts. They drew their swords at the same time and rushed down the mountain towards the cave.

In the cave, Nina Fufero not only had no intention of retreating, but instead, contrary to her usual behavior, took the lead in using magic.

She raised her hands high, her whole body like an unfolded antenna, operating chaotic magic, trying to make contact with the distance.

"Nina, the group of witch hunters are here. What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and move." As soon as Silodinger finished speaking, the witcher badge on his chest jumped even more happily.

The chaotic magic in the air began to flow violently.

The next moment, under Nina's spell positioning, a portal embedded in the air was opened by Margarita who was far away in the sky.

Chapter 355 Witch Hunters, Assemble!

Behind the door were the impatient female dean, Jiang Bing with his arms folded, and Gaitan with a look of delighted delight on his face.

He did not participate in this rescue operation. Although Jiang Bing had done a lot of tough work in the camp, he was still needed to do some edge guard work.

He and the two Cat School witchers on the other side of the portal made eye contact, and were stunned. All three of them were shocked.

The next moment, the female dean couldn't wait to step through the portal, followed by Jiang Bing who was eager to try.

Gaitan wanted to say something behind the door, but the moment Jiang Bing passed through the portal, the cheerful dean's face turned pale in an instant. The huge amount of magic power consumed in a short period of time made her legs go weak. She had no time to care about her manners at all and sat down on the ground.

Without the magic power she mobilized to maintain it, the portal naturally closed quickly.

"Who on earth are you?!" Margarita's question was not meant to be an insult, but was simply out of extreme confusion.

You know, advanced spellcasting techniques like non-fixed portal spells are not like Jiang Bing's ghost train, which is one of the most advanced spellcasting techniques and requires vast knowledge and deep magical support.

When teleporting, a huge amount of magic power is also required for the objects passing through and the distance teleported.

The outstanding recent graduates and ordinary graduates of Aretuza cannot even teleport themselves, and stronger warlocks like Yennefer and Vigo can basically only teleport one person for medium and long distances (Yennefer cannot even take Geralt's horse with her teleportation spell).

Jiang Bing was a person of extremely high mass and density. With his current composition and existence strength, in order to pay for his ticket, he almost drained the energy of Margarita, the orthodox eldest daughter of a magic family with extremely strong mana.

Margarita's grandmother is Ilona Laux-Antilie, an outstanding graduate of Aretuza Academy and a powerful source mage. She has a pure family tradition and has received the most orthodox magic education in Aretuza Academy since she was a child. She was carefully taught by the former dean, Tisaya de Vris, and has been trained as an orthodox heir.

It can be said that her mana is as strong as her body.

But even so, a short to medium distance teleportation directly knocked her to the ground, and her entire body was directly pushed into a state of magic power depletion.

You know, her original plan was to open the portal to reminisce with her teachers and students, and then take a dozen people back to the safe camp for rest. Unexpectedly, the plan was interrupted at the first step before it was implemented.

"There is no doubt that I am a human being, a 'craftsman', and not even a regular one." Seeing the other party's face full of doubt, Jiang Bing almost swore that he was telling the truth.

"Dean, are you okay?" Fortunately, Nina Fufero was very perceptive and quickly stepped forward to help up her dean, who had become a weakling.

The other surviving students seemed to have a backbone at this moment and gathered around chattering.

"The 'Witch Hunters' have already smelled the scent and are rushing over. Are you planning to die here?"

Qiao El couldn't stand the laxity of these burdens regardless of the occasion, and made a sarcastic remark in a sinister tone.

In the past, Margarita would have panicked like the teachers and students around her, but now she just cast her eyes on the monster that had eaten up all her magic power, appearing very calm.

What a joke! After this battle, she believed more than anyone else whether the other party's record in Novigrad was true.

She even thought that the content of the famous bard Dandelion's latest poem, "The Day the Sacred Flame Was Extinguished" (the same poem that Gaitan had recited), might be a bit conservative.

She only needed to convert the magic power consumed by Jiang Bing's teleportation in her mind, and she immediately concluded that the other party's "volume" was approximately equal to a dozen elemental spirits.

This is undoubtedly impossible in the common sense of magic. In the known history, no wizard, sorcerer or even elven sage can possess such a large "mass". Even the golden dragon that only exists in legends cannot do it.

This situation has overturned her understanding of life for many years, and has caused a storm in the heart of this powerful sorceress. However, she relied on her years of Qi cultivation and her current physical discomfort to barely conceal her horror.

Margarita had even begun to suspect that Jiang Bing was some kind of higher being from outside the realm, such as the legendary 'Shadow Elder', or even more so, the incarnation of a 'god' from the lower realm.

As one of the most learned and knowledgeable people on this continent, Margarita naturally knew clearly that gods existed in this world.

The trinity of Meliteli, the Lady of the Lake, Dana Maeve, Lilith, Dagon, Svalblod, Zoran Athela, and Heimdall. Mages believe that these gods live in the void beyond the elemental realm of outer space and are always watching over the human world.

Jiang Bing naturally understood the meaning of the other party's eyes. He looked around the cave and saw the old, weak and sick people on the ground. He could only spread his hands and take the initiative to take on the task of dealing with the "witch hunter".

Who made it so that these girls, who were disheveled, haggard-looking, and smelled like pigs, would soon become his employees?

Boss Jiang is such a person who is eager to recruit talented people, so naturally he has to deal with any small "stumbling blocks" on the road to recruitment.

"Are you two old acquaintances of Gaitan?"

Jiang Bing walked up to the top of the mountain with a cane, listening slowly to the sharp whistles and explosions of whistling arrows coming from the air. These small devices were signal flares used by the "witch hunters" to inform each other of the situation.

"Yes, this position, respected sir?" Jiang Bing's aura was so strong that Joel, who was good at observing people's words and expressions, became a little unconfident for a moment.

"There are about forty or fifty of them, most of them are good fighters from the military. Each of them is equipped with armor and weapons mixed with magic-blocking metal, and the archers are also equipped with magic-blocking metal arrows, Your Excellency the Mage." Xilodinger was as reliable as ever, and quickly reported the intelligence they knew to Jiang Bingcheng.

"I saw it." Jiang Bing replied.

Not only did he see it, but the two demon hunters with excellent eyesight also saw the large number of "witch hunters" pouring out of the dense forest.

As pursuers of the remnants of Aretuza Academy, they were fully equipped, with all personnel armed, including cavalry, shieldmen, halberdmen, archers, and a few hunting dogs for tracking. Their personnel configuration was as complete as a regular army.

Their predecessor belonged to the Knights of the Flaming Rose, and they could indeed be considered a regular army.

"Damn it! I guess the signal flare just now has attracted all the nearby witch hunters. There must be at least 70 or 80 of them," Joel muttered in frustration.