"Madmen! A bunch of madmen!"
Yennefer's fingertips emitted arcs of cobalt lightning. As she cursed like a shrew, she launched the lightning with precision, hitting her target with the highest level of spellcasting skill.
It was a southern male Warlock; Yennefer's lightning first shredded the Magic Missile he cast, then landed on him directly.
The cobalt arc spread, paralyzing him and a dozen Niflgaard soldiers around him in spasms.
In this high-intensity battlefield, a dozen paralyzed and stiffened men were like small sand dunes washed away by the waves, disappearing in an instant.
After the Niflgaard Warlocks entered the fray, the killing efficiency of the Northern Warlocks greatly diminished.
Because they had no choice but to divert some of their spellcasting focus to engage in Magic duels with the enemy Warlocks.
"Tishaya, protect Triss! She overdid it just now!"
