"However, she supports us in dealing with the Wild Hunt. Although she will not participate in this battle, she guaranteed that no Kaedwen soldiers will obstruct us."
This was also good news.
Guilliman sighed; he had already vaguely guessed that the North's rapid descent into chaos, besides being due to its own rulers, was also being instigated by someone.
As for who?
Besides Nilfgaardian spies, the schemer Philippa from the Lodge of Sorceresses, Redania's intelligence chief Dijkstra, and the bald little king, Radovid V,
they were definitely involved.
Redania's previous king, Radovid II, was considered a wise monarch, but ever since he was assassinated, the country had become one ruled by schemers.
They sought to use the Nilfgaardian War to weaken other Northern kingdoms and eventually rule the entire North.
However, this matter had little to do with Guilliman, and he was too lazy to interfere.
As long as Philippa and Dijkstra didn't provoke him, then he would let them continue to fight among themselves.
In the end, who would be the final fisherman after the clam and the snipe fought was still an unknown.
After some discussion, the sorceresses all formulated their respective strategies, preparing to use their most proficient magic in the ambush.
With a week's preparation time and knowing that the targets were primarily specters and ghost-like enemies, everyone was quite confident about this battle.
It's worth noting that sorcerers, like Witchers, can unleash many times their usual combat power, even beyond imagination, when they have sufficient intelligence and enough preparation time... Meanwhile, the atmosphere among the Witchers on the other side was a bit awkward.
The three burly men of the Bear School were currently drinking heavily and even loudly singing Skellige's warrior songs in anticipation of the upcoming battle.
The Wolf School was much more cautious. Around the old Witcher Vesemir, the young Leo behaved the most honestly, Eskel leaned against the wall, feigning sleep to conserve energy, and only Lambert, the restless fellow, kept glancing at the Bear School's table, seemingly eager to join them for drinks and bragging.
In another corner of the tavern, three cloaked Witchers, with only half their faces visible, were surprisingly quiet.
They cautiously observed the other people in the tavern, their eyes flickering, lost in thought. The Viper School medallions hanging from their chests indicated their identity as Viper School Witchers.
One of them, an exceptionally tall, bald, burly man who could rival the Bear School's Gerd, was Letho of the Viper School, the Witcher like a python.
As for the last one, a somewhat thin and solitary Cat School Witcher, Gaetan, this young man also huddled alone in a corner, watching the other schools gathered in groups of three or four. He was drinking from a bottle of strong liquor with a wistful expression, lost in thought.
Bear School, Wolf School, Viper School, and Cat School.
To gather these four schools together was something that hadn't happened for Witchers in centuries.
Although everyone was thinking about the upcoming battle, their feelings were unexpectedly complex.
As the tavern door was pushed open, the tall, handsome, aristocratic-looking Guilliman entered, and all the Witchers' gazes turned to him.
"Good day, everyone. Some of you are old friends of mine, and some are new friends meeting for the first time."
"But it doesn't matter; we are not here for friendship, nor for reminiscing."
"The reason we are all gathered here this time is simply to deal with a common enemy, the Wild Hunt."
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