Chapter 105 Igni Igni Igni Igni Igni Igni! !
One team, two teams, three teams. Although these Nilfgaardians were only infantry, they were enough troops to bulldoze a small town. They appeared here together only because this small village was close to the capital and the army had just passed through, so extra people were left behind.
Rather than cleaning the battlefield, they are having fun while resting.
These soldiers were all lazy at the moment. They were shouted out "enemy attack", but they found that there was only one enemy who had not dispersed yet just to watch the fun.
After all, Lann was wearing an armor that was not simple at first glance, and he was obviously a knight.
Soldiers like this opponent best when they are outnumbered.
"Where did this guy come from? Those eyes make people uncomfortable. He is really a freak." "
Who knows, it seems that he just suddenly appeared here with a 'bang'."
"No way. A warlock, right? But how can a warlock dress like this..."
"He killed one of our people with a thrown sword, which was quite powerful."
"That sword looks to be worth a lot of money..."
Only The five soldiers who had just witnessed Lann's skill stood ready, and the companions who appeared in the group gave them courage.
At the front was a big man with an axe. He roared to cheer himself up and stepped forward first, swinging the weapon like a windmill.
There is no structure, no room left, and only the strength can barely be praised. Lan stepped forward with his left foot to block the position, and slashed the opponent's entire body from his left shoulder to his left waist with a powerful sword. The huge force caused the soldier to spin around in place.
First. Lann thought silently in his mind.
The soldier died immediately, falling to his knees with no strength to support him. This was just the right height before he fell completely to the ground.
Without looking, Lan stabbed hard in the direction where the soldier was kneeling, thrust the sword through the corpse's mouth and out the back of the head, effortlessly as if he were carrying a dead fish.
Maintaining this posture, Lan glanced at the surrounding soldiers with his emotionless lion eyes, and said indifferently: "Are you sure you are just watching?" The
soldiers changed their eyes. They are Nilfgaardians, and this person in front of them The unknown knight dared to kill their people in front of them!
Another soldier rushed over, his half-sword dancing like a tiger. Lan held the tip of the sword motionless, held the hilt of the sword and lifted it up like a switch, cutting the "dead fish"'s head in half, and then used the sword stained with plasma to block the opponent's attack. Turning around, he took advantage of the opponent's forward thrust and handed the silver sword in his hand to the opponent's chest.
Lan En strode forward without looking back, holding the sword behind his back and wiping it hard.
the second.
At this time, he felt his heart beating wildly, and there seemed to be some substance in his body that was being continuously produced due to the battle. As the blood spread to all parts of his body, and as the battle became more intense, this substance also Let him wield the sword with increasing power.
[Adrenal toxin]: A unique hormone substance in the body of the demon hunter. The adrenaline toxin produced during combat can greatly enhance the demon hunter's melee attack power, and is also the basis for the adrenaline series of skills.
The next soldier couldn't stop and wanted to run back but was already less than five steps away from Lan. He had no choice but to use defensive counterattack in the hope of buying some time to wait for the support of his teammates, but he actually managed to hold Lan down. The first slash.
But what followed was the second slash, the third slash, and the fourth slash. Each sword was more powerful than the other, hitting harder than the last, until the soldier fell to his knees, until the soldier's own sword was driven into his body by the huge force like a pile. .
The third. Lann thought silently in his mind.
He snatched the sword from the kneeling corpse and threw it out like a javelin, piercing the archer who had just fired a sneak attack and smashing it straight to the ground. The second arrow that was placed on the bowstring and ready to be shot was also crooked.
the fourth.
The soldiers watched Lann kill four of his companions in an instant as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
After all, it was the Iron Army fighting from the south to the north, and they quickly formed a fighting phalanx. This once again gave them confidence, allowing them to shout the classic line:
"Don't be afraid, there is only one person!"
It seemed that although they understood the seriousness of the problem, their understanding was not deep enough.
Lann raised his left hand that was not holding the sword. He didn't need to deliberately control the palm at all. As long as he thought about the desired effect in his mind, his fingers made a mysterious gesture as if they had muscle memory: [Alder's Seal]
!
It is the Alder Seal of the Griffin School, the Alder Seal that has awakened the source of the ancient blood demon!
The magic value jumped slightly by two digits. The "little trick" of the magic seal seems to be insignificant in terms of the magic power consumption of the magic source.
The shock wave, which was not inferior to the alchemy bomb, started from Lann's hand and spread out in a fan shape, knocking the seven or eight soldiers on the outside of the formation to their knees, and the dozen or so soldiers at the back were also shaken. He took two steps back and was supported by his companion Kankan.
The tight infantry formation was instantly destroyed.
When the soldiers at the front got up, they found that the unknown knight with blond hair had rushed into their queue.
Stupid? Take the initiative to rush into the encirclement when there are more than a dozen?
Lann murmured expressionlessly: "I don't want to count anymore."
The soldiers looked at him blankly, what do you mean?
The next second, a storm composed of sword blades and flesh began to dance wantonly among the crowd.
[Whirlpool Sword Dance]!
The blond man was spinning every moment and drawing his sword every moment. The sword light flashed at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. The soldiers wanted to block with their swords.
There may be some lucky ones who can block it, but then there will be a second and third blow, and more sword lights deftly bypass the defensive posture and easily penetrate into the vital points of the body.
At this moment, Lann seemed to have turned into a harvester. Wherever he went, the Nilfgaard soldiers fell like rice.
Lan gasped slightly to adjust his breathing. He had just activated this skill with his physical strength, and it felt as if he had sprinted 80 meters with a normal person's physique.
This kind of consumption is nothing compared to before becoming a demon hunter. Looking at the skill introduction, it seems that it can also be driven by adrenaline and magic power. How about giving it a try together?
On the other side, the Nilfgaardians, who had lost more than a dozen of their companions in an instant, were frightened out of their wits. They retreated crazily, but did not notice a beast with shiny black fur running towards them.
Black Wind's amber pupils shone with excitement, and its herbivorous horse now showed the eyes of a cat when it is preying.
This is not a horse, this is a chariot! Wherever it passed, soldiers flew out one after another, like rags and sacks twisting and turning in mid-air. When they fell to the ground, their bones were broken and their muscles were broken.
The Black Wind Man stood up, and punched a combination of punches with his two front hooves in mid-air. His loud screams hurt the eardrums of nearby soldiers.
"This is not a horse, this is a monster. Come here and deal with it first!" The soldier who was hit by the black wind and flew away screamed miserably.
Lann cut off a soldier's holding hand with a sword, and placed his left hand close to the enemy's chest - [Alder's Seal]!
With a "boom", the man flew backwards like a piece of paper, and blood shot out from every pore of his skin.
"That's not a human, it's a monster, a warlock! Come here and deal with him first!"
The soldiers were in a panic, with an unknown beast that looked like a chariot on one side and a human-shaped magic meat grinder on the other. They didn't even know which direction to flee.
Finally, a soldier shouted at the top of his lungs: "Keep the distance and use bows and arrows!"
The soldiers seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and suddenly realized that they were not all archers, but they were basically practicing martial arts in basic bow shooting. All grown men do.
"Black Wind, get out of the way!"
The dense rain of arrows is something that most beast-like monsters are not immune to. There was no need for Lann to remind him, the beast with the ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages had already run aside.
The continuous rain of arrows composed of more than 20 people can always catch the "Mountain-like" hiding gap. There are risks with super reflexes. You have to use the newly upgraded skill points to spot the "Arrow Deflection" on the spot. Skills?
No, Lane has better options now.
The system's skills are not rigid, just like the distance and angle of [Mountain]'s rolls will not be exactly the same every time. Lann can freely adjust the power of the skills within his own capabilities.
The magic value dropped by a small amount in one breath, three digits of magic power were consumed, and Lann's hand made the [Alder Seal] gesture again.
The next moment, a strong wind passed by!
The arrows in the air were blown to pieces for a while, and the forceful wind like a whip made it impossible for the soldiers to open their eyes. When they retreated and regained their sight, they found that the blond monster had once again taken a step towards them. place within.
"It just so happened that you were all gathered together." Lann twitched his lips slightly and looked at the more than ten people in front of him.
The effect of using magic power to activate the seal was even better than expected, and Lann suddenly had a good idea in his mind.
He stood up slightly and stretched his left hand forward. There was a flicker of fire inside, and then his magic value began to beat in double digits continuously -
[Igni] [Igni] [Igni] [ Igni] [Igni] [Igni] [Igni]! ! ! !
Lann transformed into a ruthless flamethrower. Every time he waved his hand, one or two people transformed into fireballs. This was not a game. There was a 20% or 10% ignition probability for Igni falling on the torch and igniting it. The probability is 100%, and the ignition probability only targets creatures that are resistant to fire or magic, and humans are obviously not included in this!
The ignited soldiers were like personal torches at this moment, wailing and rolling on the ground and running away. The Nilfgaardian soldiers at the back of the team who had not yet been ignited were frightened out of their courage. They dropped their weapons and turned around to escape.
Will Lan give them this chance?
After repeated small jumps in the magic value, it seemed as if a finishing move was finally about to appear, and it suddenly dropped down a section. At this time, Lan also took a deep breath and began to accumulate power slightly - [Magic Burst·Igni
Seal ]! ! ! ! !
The flames instantly covered all the space in front of Lan En, and swept in more than ten remaining soldiers in one breath. Then the flames rolled back and surged towards Lan En.
Wait a minute, did you forget to use the [Quen's Seal]?
Forget it, I’ll do it next time.
With a "Woo" sound, the flames rotated in place, forming a small flame whirlwind. With a "pop", Lan jumped out and rolled out. The sudden increase in his jumping power spanned an astonishing distance, causing him to roll on the ground several times before he could release his force.
He patted the dust on his head and armor as if nothing had happened, thinking that among all the skills, [Mountain-Free] was still the most reliable.
Lan looked back at the flame tornado that was wailing from time to time. He slightly compared the power of the seal with magic power specially poured into it, and found that only the scale of the spell had changed.
In other words, it changed from a fire ball to a sea of fire, from burning a few to burning a group. However, the core temperature of the flame has not changed, and it is impossible to raise his hand to directly burn the magma like Jeron did. Instead, what Lann has in his hand is the kind of "fire that will be burned by the magma."
If you want to increase the hard power of the seal, you may ultimately have to improve the skill level.
One soldier, not quite dead yet, fell to the ground and groaned feebly. This is the last of the Nilfgaardian soldiers.
Heifeng moved his ears and walked over with steps. It glanced at the flame tornado in the field and the battle scene that looked like a strong wind passing by, thinking deeply.
With a "swish" sound, Heifeng raised his left front hoof towards the soldier.
The soldier closed his eyes in fear.
The fire tornado crackled and burned. Lann looked back at his horse strangely.
"Black Wind, what are you doing?"
The war horse and the frightened soldiers remained motionless.
Lan shook his head. He noticed that the girl whose clothes were torn off at the beginning was now hugging her legs and huddled to the side. Her body was shaking, but there was an indescribable look in her eyes when she looked at the soldiers wailing in the flames. carefree.
Lann looked around and noticed the flag on the ground embroidered with the coat of arms of the Three Lions of Sintra. He walked over, shook the dust off vigorously, and handed this to the girl.
"Boom" and "boom" were heard several more times, and the soldiers killed by Igni exploded under the influence of [magic sense]. The impact caused other ignited soldiers to be thrown out of the flames like fireworks.
In the end, the flame tornado finally dissipated with a huff, and the hot air swept away in all directions. The hot wind blew past, causing the flag of Sintra's Three Lions in Lan's hand to flutter in the wind.
The girl's eyes widened as she watched the man in front of her with his sun-like blond hair blown wildly, blood and sand stained on his handsome face and simple and majestic armor, and the three lions heraldic flag wrapped around him under the guidance of the wind. Sound.
The most important thing is the dark gold eyes, which are like the lion's pupils painted on the three lions coat of arms on the flag.
The girl's face was burned red by the flames: "Are you...Lord Lannister? Did you jump out of the coat of arms to rescue us?"
Lann heard this inexplicably, and waited: "Do you know me?"
" "Boom" sound. The Nilfgaardian soldiers who had been on the ground with their eyes closed for a long time seemed to want to escape, but the black wind, which had been motionless for a long time, finally impatiently lowered its front hooves, taking the life of the last Nilfgaardian soldier.
It dug at the ground to wipe away the blood on its hooves and snorted disdainfully.
(End of chapter)