Roughly calculating, the three potions and the dozens of alchemical bombs to be thrown later,
plus the mercenary fees for hiring Bear School Witchers and Skellige warriors, and the materials purchased for building the camp, his total expenditure for this operation was estimated to exceed two thousand Orens.
It could only be said that war was too expensive.
This was just a surprise attack. If it were a protracted war, it was no wonder that kings and emperors couldn't sustain the costs of war and often fell due to economic problems.
Hearing Guilliman's assurance, Triss showed a faint smile, her eyes sparkling with the confident glow only a powerful sorceress possessed, and she said with a laugh:
"Don't underestimate me, Guilliman."
"As one of the Fourteen of the Hill, I killed at least a thousand Nilfgaardian soldiers back then."
"They were much stronger than these so-called half-fishmen."
Saying this, she pulled out a purple gem from her pouch, which sparkled with electricity within. Then, she formed a complex casting hand-seal with both hands, held the gem between her two index fingers, half-closed her eyes, and said:
"This is a Level 3 spell, Raphaël's Lightning Storm."
"It can cover an area of about two hundred meters, delivering continuous lightning strikes for five minutes."
"I am ready."
"Don't worry, as long as those half-fishmen dare to enter this range, they will be turned into charcoal."
While Guilliman and Triss were talking and setting up defenses, the monsters on the half-fishman beach indeed launched an attack against them.
A dense swarm of half-fishmen, so numerous they almost blackened the surface of Lake Vizima, set out from the opposite beach and surrounded the Blackhawk.
And another group, numbering three to four hundred, consisting of mutated fishmen the size of adult humans with gaping maws and shapes resembling bighead carp, also charged from the opposite beach at the same time.
Clearly, even the half-fishmen knew to split into two groups to besiege their landing party.
Watching the dense horde of monsters charge towards them, Ged and the other three Bear School Witchers seemed quite excited.
They roared at the approaching enemies, then took down their double-bladed battle axes from their backs, swinging their weapons with one hand and pounding their chests with the other. A dozen Skellige warriors followed suit, roaring along with them.
Despite being a group of less than twenty, the aura they exuded was not much weaker than that of the hundreds of monsters opposite them.
The situation on the battlefield instantly heated up, and everyone's hearts began to pound with excitement.
Time passed by second by second.
The half-fishmen's disorganized charge, however, carried a suicidal momentum, causing the sailors standing behind the front line to break out in a sweat.
However, compared to the mutated fishmen running on shore, the half-fishmen swimming underwater were clearly faster.
They held bone weapons or rusty iron weapons, attempting to launch throwing attacks at Guilliman and Triss, who stood at the bow.
However, all of them lacked sufficient strength; they were either easily parried by the Witcher or fell back into the water.
Even if one or two slipped through and struck Guilliman's Quen shield, they couldn't even cause a ripple and were instead flung far away.
When the number of half-fishmen surrounding the bottom of the ship exceeded three hundred, and they watched them relentlessly pound the hull with countless weapons, attempting to breach the Blackhawk and sink it into the lake,
Triss's Level 3 spell, Raphaël's Lightning Storm, finally unleashed its power.
In an instant, it seemed as if even the sky above Lake Vizima darkened.
Countless tiny dark clouds rapidly formed, then within seconds coalesced into a massive cloud mass several hundred meters in diameter.
Heavy dark clouds shrouded the beach, covering an area of over two hundred meters, almost encompassing the entire aquatic battlefield.
As the sorceress continuously chanted her incantations, the chaotic magic of the entire space churned. A rumbling sound echoed across the entire beach until the chaotic magic in the clouds accumulated to a critical point, and countless white lightning bolts crashed down from the clouds, striking the water's surface.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Thunderbolts from a clear sky! Lightning and thunder!
Countless lightning bolts, imbued with chaotic magic, struck the water's surface.
They were like miniature thunder bombs, transforming into countless lightning snakes the moment they hit the water, devouring all life within their attack range.
The fragile half-fishmen were almost instantly electrocuted to death by the high temperature and electricity contained within the lightning snakes upon contact.
Then, they were continuously turned into charcoal by the incessant lightning energy, without any chance to resist.
Even more terrifying was that Raphaël's Lightning Storm was not an instantaneous spell, but a continuous magic that could last for several minutes, delivering constant attacks.
It could even slowly move according to Triss's will.
Thus, this incredibly terrifying thundercloud, like an eraser on the battlefield, ensured that due to the conductivity of the water, almost no half-fishman entering its attack range could escape.
All of them were turned into charred remains under Triss's attack.
Such a powerful magical attack even made Guilliman's eyes widen.
No wonder many sorcerers dismissed Witcher Signs as mere parlor tricks.
Thinking about it this way, the chaotic magic they wielded was truly astonishingly destructive, giving them the right to say such things.
And this was only a Level 3 spell.
It was said that powerful Level 4 spells were all catastrophic magic capable of destroying cities and nations, moving mountains and filling seas, and annihilating heaven and earth.
Thus, one could imagine just how powerful top-tier magic users like Francesca and the Elven Sages truly were.
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