Devastating lightning raged across the battlefield, bringing instant death to those it touched and striking fear into those who witnessed it.
At this moment, not only were the mutant fishemen troops charging on the riverbank terrified, slowing their pace and watching Triss, who resembled a goddess of destruction, with hesitation, afraid to advance.
Even the fishemen underwater, who intended to besiege the Black Hawk, seemed to have their low intelligence overcome by fear. They even disregarded the evil god's command, turning to flee, desperately trying to get away from the thunderclouds on the lake's surface.
Rafard's Lightning Storm lasted for a full five minutes.
After five minutes, countless bodies of electrocuted fishemen floated on the lake's surface around the Black Hawk, so densely packed that they almost blackened the surrounding lake water.
Roughly estimated, at least eight hundred fishemen died in this magical attack.
The reason for such a terrifying outcome was not only because Triss's magic was powerful enough.
It was also due to adapting to local conditions and utilizing the opportune timing and terrain.
Using the conductive properties of water, every lightning attack was transformed into an area-of-effect attack, which was a crucial reason for the extraordinary effectiveness of this magical assault.
As the magic dissipated.
The lightning gem in Triss's hand cracked with a 'ka' sound, turning into countless specks of dust.
The sorceress, who had been standing at the bow like a goddess of destruction, also swayed, putting a hand to her forehead, unable to stand steadily, and almost fell.
Fortunately, Guilliman was quick-witted, reaching out to embrace Triss, holding her with one arm while his other hand still held his weapon, remaining vigilant of his surroundings.
"Triss, are you alright?"
The witcher asked with concern.
The sorceress's face was pale, and her expression was somewhat fatigued; controlling such powerful Chaos magic was not an easy task for anyone.
She frowned, one hand resting on the witcher's chest, the other gently caressing her rounded chest, pressing against her rapidly beating heart, and said in a tired voice:
"I'm fine, Guilliman, but my magic is greatly depleted. I need five minutes to rest."
"After that, I should still be able to use second-tier magic to help you deal with the other fishemen."
Guilliman smiled and nodded at Triss, while also feeling a sense of awe.
After all, she was a mage. Although her magic was powerful, it had a long cooldown and couldn't be sustained.
If a master swordsman were to launch a sneak attack at this moment, the short-legged mage would be in trouble.
"No problem, leave the rest to me. You get some good rest."
Guilliman immediately retracted his weapon, switching from holding Triss with one arm to a princess carry.
He quickly carried the sorceress into the Black Hawk's cabin, ensuring she could rest safely inside.
He then returned to the bow, constantly pulling out his crossbow and attacking the remaining stragglers on the lake's surface.
As the thunderclouds and lightning dissipated, the fishemen on the riverbank finally lost their fear and charged forward again with roars.
Their sounds were strange, not like the fierce beasts roaring in the mountains, but rather like the low, gurgling sounds of bullfrogs underwater, which made one slightly amused.
Nevertheless, the mutant fishemen troops finally reached the Black Hawk.
They were met with volleys from over a dozen already-strung crossbows.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Skellige warriors' aim was quite good. In just the first wave of attack, they took down seven or eight mutant fishemen, their sharp crossbow bolts piercing through their heads.
Immediately following, Blackbeard Zord, with his sailors, also launched a round of crossbow fire, even including a powerful dwarf heavy crossbow attack.
Wealthy Lord Guilliman had plenty of things, but the crossbows confiscated from the Fire Lizard Gang were indeed numerous enough to arm all his subordinates.
After two rounds of shooting, the mutant fishemen suffered a dozen more casualties.
And as they got a little closer, what awaited these mutant fishemen were the alchemical bombs Guilliman had distributed to Gerd and the others.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
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