As soon as these words came out, two pairs of eyes immediately focused on him.

"You know them too?"

Nodding, Lu Qi shrugged, and then said: "It seems that we all have common friends."

Regis took a deep look at Lu Qi, who looked slightly pale, and then said:

"Yes, our two common friends are in trouble now. We have to leave immediately. We must reach Amelia before midnight."

"Amelia? You mean that fortress full of Temerian troops?"

"Yes, as for what kind of trouble they got into, we'll talk about it on the way..."

...

Covered in stars and moon all the way, the three of them drove their horses and ran wildly under the moonlight.

Soon, Lu Qi learned from Milva and Regis how Geralt met the two of them and how he was brought to Amelia Fortress by the Temerian army.

Regis was a barber doctor that Geralt and his party met when they came to a certain cemetery.

Since his hometown was in war and he was unwilling to travel alone, he joined Geralt's team and traveled south together.

Geralt, Dandelion, Milva, Regis, and a group of dwarf brothers traveling with them were attacked by the Nilfgaardians when they arrived at a refugee camp.

The crowd screamed in terror and fled in all directions. This temporary team was separated at that time.

Later, the Temerian army also appeared. While repelling the Nilfgaardian army, they also took the refugees with them and returned to the nearby Amelia Fortress.

Among them, naturally, there are also demon hunters and poets who have no time to escape...

...

As the night grew darker, the three of them finally arrived on a hillside near the fortress.

"Over there." Regis pointed to the flickering campfire not far away, "That's the Amelia Fortress, which is currently one of the Temerian army camps gathered in the Lower Soden area."

"That's where Geralt and Dandelion are being held?"

Milva stepped on the stirrups and stood up straight, trying to see the entire fortress as clearly as possible: "That's troublesome... There are at least several thousand soldiers there, and there are guards everywhere. It's not easy to sneak in.

..."

Lu Qi, who was also looking at the entire fortress, didn't think so.

With its solid and towering city walls, the pitch-black night, and the relatively complex but huge space, this fortress is simply the favorite terrain of assassins!

Sneaking into the fortress and leaving again without being discovered by anyone was not a problem for him.

The problem is how to rescue the trapped Geralt and Dandelion so that they can leave safely.

Maybe, we can create some confusion...

Just when Lu Qi was about to reveal his infiltration plan, someone stepped in first:

"You don't need to go in."

Regis climbed down from the horse and said, "Just leave it to me. You take the horse and wait at the shining place by the river. Do you see it? Just under the brightest star in the constellation Capricornus, Chutra

The river will join the Aina River there, and when I rescue the witchers, I will signal them to go that way, and you can meet there."

Hearing Regis's plan, Lu Qi raised his eyebrows, looked at the man with a hooked nose who had an indifferent expression, and asked:

"Sorry, although this is our first meeting, I shouldn't be so rude. However, my curiosity prevents me from shutting up. I am very interested in knowing what you are going to do to rescue thousands of soldiers in a camp?"

"I have my own ideas about this."

"Perhaps if you tell me your method, I can help a little bit?"

Regarding Lu Qi's doubts, Milva on the side spoke in agreement before Regis could explain:

"Alex, although I am also very curious, I believe him when it comes to such an impossible thing. To tell you the truth, earlier, I watched him take out a piece of fire from the fire with his bare hands.

Red-hot horseshoes..."

"Oh, so you're a wizard?"

Shaking his head, Regis spread his hands, met Lu Qi's scrutinizing eyes, and said lightly:

"Who am I and how do I rescue them? Is it really that important? After all, I haven't asked you about your origins or life experience."

After looking into his bottomless eyes for a while, Lu Qi suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and shrugged, "You're right, it's not important."

After staying on the hillside for a while, and after the night became darker and darker, Regis issued an order:

"Okay, midnight has arrived, let's take action!"

...

Outside the fortress, in the center of the camp.

The witcher and the poet were tied up in a simple woodshed, lying on their sides on shavings and sawdust.

Just when the poet fell silent and the witcher was immersed in longing for Yennefer, the emblem of the Wolf Faction around his neck suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, a strange smell of absinthe, sage, fennel and an unknown combination of flavors filled the air.

"Regis?"

"Regis? Only he emits this kind of smell... Where are you, I can't see you..."

"Quiet!"

As he stopped the poet, the badge also stopped trembling.

Immediately afterwards, Geralt heard the poet let out a sigh of relief, followed by the hiss of the blade cutting the rope.

"Geralt." Regis' vague and swaying figure took shape next to the witcher, and while helping him cut the rope, he whispered:

"You have to find a way to break through the guards of the camp. Go east, towards the brightest star in the constellation Capricornus, all the way to the Aina River. Milva is waiting for you there with his horse."

"The sentries at the door are fast asleep, maybe they will..."

"No, they won't. But you still have to be careful when leaving. It's a full moon tonight, and there are fireflies lighting up the open space. Fortunately, the camp is still busy, and the sentry captain is too lazy to check the post. Let's go,

Wish you good luck." There was an inexplicable sense of stability in Regis's words.

"What about you?" the poet asked.

"Don't worry about me, don't wait for me, and don't look back."

"Can..."

Before the poet could finish speaking, the witcher interrupted him: "Dandelion, he said not to worry, didn't you hear?"

"Go ahead and see you next time."

After flexing his tied wrists, the demon hunter just turned around, paused in his steps, and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for the rescue. However, it's better that we don't meet. Am I clear enough?"

"It couldn't be clearer. Don't waste your time."

After leaving the woodshed, the two sentries at the door were still sleeping soundly. Even when the witcher took off their cloaks rudely, there was no reaction.

"This drowsiness is not normal..."

"certainly."

"I understand, Regis is a wizard." The poet said suddenly.

"No, he is not a wizard."

"He can take horseshoes out of the fire and make sentries sleep..."

"Stop nagging and concentrate, we haven't escaped yet! Wrap up in cloaks, we're going to pretend to be dull soldiers, let's go..."

They walked through the open space, bypassed two sentries, and hid in the bushes waiting for the patrol cavalry to pass. No one seemed to notice them.

The process of escaping went very smoothly, so smoothly that it was surprising.

It wasn't until they sneaked into a low, dark alder forest and were about to leave the camp that their good luck finally ran out.

Several Temerian soldiers holding spears stood in front of them.

Just when the demon hunter and the poet thought that they were surrounded by a large number of shouting soldiers and could not escape the fate of being hanged, a figure blending into the darkness suddenly appeared behind the soldiers.

Whoosh!

With the cold light flashing, the black shadow cleanly killed four soldiers with their backs exposed.

In an instant, the four of them turned into corpses lying on the ground before they could even make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly teasing voice sounded:
Chapter completed!