The Witcher - As Uchiha Madara! - Chapter 140 - The Battle Between the South and the North 07.

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Third Person POV

Northern kingdoms.

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In the middle of the forest, a battle had taken place, but it had calmed 20 minutes after it began, leaving behind a partially destroyed area.

"One down," Madara commented, looking at the corpse of the fallen witcher on the ground. The body was missing an arm, half of one leg had been torn off, an eye was absent, and the chest was completely opened.

Madara may have taken his time killing him, but he hadn’t granted him an easy death, especially in the final moments after witnessing what the witcher had done.

Madara approached, holding the witcher’s own sword, and removed his head. Then, he left the area, heading back to the village.

The villagers were still helping the woman inside the house with her child. She was beginning to regain consciousness while others were trying to put out the fire. Now that the monster was gone, having slaughtered most of the village, only an hour had passed since Madara had left.

Then he reappeared, and everyone quickly took a step back when they saw him jumping down from a rooftop to the ground. They watched him with caution and fear, but Madara said nothing. He simply raised the severed head he carried and threw it to the ground. It rolled to their feet.

The villagers were stunned before they turned their gaze back to the boy—but the boy was already gone.

Meanwhile, the other clone had no trouble tracking the witcher by following his trail. After looting a convoy passing near the southern road, the witcher was walking through the forest still close to the road.

Unaware, a sharp kunai flew toward him, striking his heel. He let out a surprised cry of pain and fell to his knees, his tendon severed.

When he tried to turn quickly, he found the area empty. He attempted to pull the strange blade from his leg, but another kunai flew from a different angle, hitting his shoulder and causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Bastard!" he managed to shout, wincing in pain, reaching quickly for a healing potion in his pocket. However, his arm was struck by another kunai, thrown from yet another angle, rendering his hand useless the next moment.

"Ahhh!" he screamed as more kunai began to rain down, piercing him in various parts of his body. He groaned in rage and fear, lying on the ground as the dirt was painted with his blood.

"Now you look more like a porcupine than a witcher," Madara commented, emerging from the forest and staring at the man.

The witcher stared back at him, fear in his eyes, struggling to lift his head.

"Who are..."

This clone finished the job before the witcher could even ask. Pulling out another kunai, he struck his head with precision. This Madara clone couldn’t even enjoy a fight with this man, so he finished it quickly, allowing only a little suffering in light of all the bodies Madara had encountered on the road.

"Here, it’s done," he simply said, before placing the impaled body in the middle of the road, kunai embedded throughout. Then, the clone vanished in a puff of smoke.

The third clone, meanwhile, advanced south. It didn’t take long before he found what he was expecting: a Nilfgaardian army marching north.

This was an additional force, likely sent directly from the south to reinforce their troops. Nilfgaard must have had extra units in Toussaint or similar nearby regions. Even so, the clone quickly disappeared in the next moment.

Meanwhile, the original Madara was receiving all this information as he entered Yennefer’s tent.

"It was impressive what you did in that battle. You didn’t even use those spells," she commented, curious.

"Jutsus," Madara corrected her. "It’s not magic. It’s jutsu. And no, I didn’t need to use that," he replied calmly.

"I see," she murmured, still not fully understanding, and continued, "So, why have you come to me?"

She asked, still curious, as they were alone in the tent, with no one aware he was there.

"I need some information. I want to know if you are familiar with or have any knowledge about these two beings," Madara said as he pulled out a scroll and unfurled it on a table in Yennefer's tent. The space was filled with luxurious items, typical of sorcerers. Once he opened the scroll, it revealed two images drawn by him.

Yennefer stepped closer to take a better look at what he had presented.

"What is this?" she asked, stunned, as her eyes fell on the drawings. One depicted a skeletal creature, and the other, a seemingly ordinary man, though Madara had painted him with red eyes and a sinister expression.

"After dealing with Nilfgaard’s mages on Sodden’s Hills, I encountered this creature there. It uses necromancy, something I’ve never seen in this world before. It can bring any dead thing under its command. I faced hundreds of men, animals, and monsters—all dead. The entire mountain was a graveyard brought back to life. Moreover, this creature is incredibly versatile in other forms of dark magic. It was as difficult to handle as that man I fought," Madara explained.

"This... actually exists?" Yennefer asked, surprised but struggling to believe it, as she had never heard of anything like it before.

"Yes, it exists. Furthermore, it comes from a different world, a place called the Void. There’s a portal or a wormhole in this world that connects to it. I need to know exactly where it is and how to deal with it. Can you help me with that?" Madara asked.

"Is it really that dangerous?" she couldn’t help but ask.

Madara nodded. "It was lurking in the mountains, waiting for armies to clash against each other. That would have given it an undead army numbering in the tens of thousands. With half the enemy and allied forces falling, it would have become unstoppable once it raised them—a zombie army that would march across the continent, growing larger every day..."

Yennefer looked up at him, uncertain. It was difficult to believe in something so dark. Yet since meeting Madara, she had witnessed strange and unknown things that challenged all the knowledge she had acquired in her life. In the end, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"If you don’t believe me, know that your comrades fought alongside me against a horde of zombies. Even Geralt, before he managed to get his friend out of the battlefield," Madara said as she pondered.

"Can I keep this? I don’t know anything about it, but I can try to find information," she asked.

Madara nodded.

Yennefer then turned her attention to the other drawing.

"And who is this?" she asked.

"This is Gaunter O’Dimm, also known as the Mirror Merchant," Madara replied.

"Mirror Merchant? I don’t understand," she murmured.

"He is a demon," was all Madara said, his gaze fixed on the image.

"What?" She turned to him, shocked.

"A demon. Someone who consumes human souls. He’s unlike any monster in this world. These beings are truly dangerous, and I doubt there’s much in this world that can handle demons. They have powers that can even rival gods. As far as I know, there’s one of them in this world. And he marked me," Madara explained.

"What do you mean he marked you?" Yennefer asked, clear concern in her voice.

Madara raised an eyebrow at her reaction and continued. "When we were traveling, before I met you, he appeared and disappeared after saying a few things in a small town in southern Temeria. It was obvious he was after me—perhaps because of my reputation in Cintra—but he didn’t do anything besides talk.

"But that doesn’t matter now. I must be prepared to face him and kill him in the future. I just wanted to know more about him. But you must be cautious about this—people who have tried to learn about him have often met terrible fates.

"Right now, there must be someone who has knowledge about him or is in the process of acquiring it. I need to find that person..."

Madara spoke about the man Geralt meets in Vizima through Olgierd, though Madara couldn’t recall his name. He did know that man had considerable knowledge about the demon.

"I want you to be careful with this. If you can help me..." Madara began again, watching Yennefer as she continued staring at the macabre image he had drawn.

"Alright, I’ll do my best," she finally replied, and he nodded.

"Thank you," he said.

"And what will you do now? I thought you might want to stay there with the soldiers since they see you as a hero at the moment," she commented.

"I’m not part of the Northern army. I’m only here to take down that group of strange shinobi. Besides, I also want to deal a blow to Nilfgaard’s plans. Nothing more," Madara responded. "My goal has always been the North, especially now that Cintra is gone," he added.

"I see. And where will you stay? Do you have a tent?" she asked.

"I’ll manage," he replied, and she nodded.

"Anyway, I’m leaving. Someone in this camp needs to be eliminated," he declared calmly.

"Vilgefortz?" Yennefer asked.

"Yes. I couldn’t deal with him before because I never found him, but he’s a problem, and it’s time to end it," Madara replied.

"You know the Brotherhood of Sorcerers won’t accept that, right? Even if you have proof, eliminating him without a proper hearing will cause dissatisfaction among the other mages," she warned.

"Do you think I care about what your group of mages wants?" Madara retorted.

"Madara... you need to be careful. I know you know how to take care of yourself, but you can’t make enemies across the entire continent," she tried to warn him again.

"Don’t worry about that. I have my own way of thinking. I won’t bow to the pressure of a group, an army, a kingdom, or an entire continent. I’ll act according to what I believe," he affirmed, leaving Yennefer speechless.

Madara then continued. "In any case, I hope Geralt is with Ciri before this war ends. She’ll be safer with him."

That was the last thing Madara said before leaving the tent and disappearing.

Yennefer stared at the tent’s exit, sighing before turning her attention back to those unsettling images.

"The more I see of that boy, the more I realize I know nothing about this world," she murmured, studying the drawings.

"Well... maybe I should see Tissaia. She might be able to help me with this. After all, if what he says is true... we need to protect our world," she muttered in the end, thinking about the portal created by the creature from this so-called Void.

Meanwhile, things between the armies were starkly different. On the Northern side, the men continued celebrating while Madara distanced himself from them. On Nilfgaard’s side, things were far from easy. Not only were the soldiers devastated, but an explosion had also struck their leaders, leaving many gravely wounded.

At the same time, Madara’s name was being whispered across both sides. For the North, he was a celebrated hero of their victory. For Nilfgaardians, his presence reignited memories of what he had done in Cintra. Now, once again, he was sowing chaos among Nilfgaard’s forces.

His name was beginning to reach the ears of those he most wanted to hear it.