Chapter 107: Everyone Shouts a Lion in Victory (10,000 words)
Regarding what happened in Sintra these days, the history books of the North have a proper term to name it:
"The Massacre of Sintra."
Lann sneaked in the path on the edge of the city wall, and when he encountered a small group of soldiers, he let them die without making any sound.
Lann was originally worried that if he encountered refugees, his progress would be hindered. He couldn't help but didn't want to be dragged down in his search. But later he discovered that his worries were unfounded.
Because there are no more refugees in the capital of Sintra.
There are holes all over the city wall of the capital, and soldiers in black armor are running around inside.
Most of the southeast corner of the castle collapsed. Lann knew that place. Mossack and Shirley usually had classes in that room.
Dust, gravel, and bricks spread out around a certain point in the center of this room and the city wall. It was obvious that there had been a huge explosion there.
He obviously arrived too late and had already finished all the fights he needed to take.
After realizing this situation, Lan found an opportunity in the alley to kill a team led by a cloaked Nilfgaardian officer, briefly disguising himself with Black Sun's cloak. After all, his current dress and appearance were too conspicuous, and he did not want to alert the thousands of Nilfgaardian soldiers who were still cleaning up the battlefield in the capital.
Fortunately, the Griffin School armor he is wearing is mainly silver-black. Although there is an obvious difference compared with the black armor of the Nilfgaardians, it can still be slightly confusing when covered with a cloak.
He first went to the Lannister family's mansion, which had long been deserted, and then he went to the path next to the castle, trying to find some clues.
According to the original work, Lann remembered that Ciri would be intercepted and killed while escaping under the escort of the Royal Guards, and was kidnapped by a black-winged helmet knight named Kasha. Fortunately, Ciri suddenly awakened the ancient blood in the process and escaped. Then she dressed as a street child and was adopted by a merchant in the suburbs.
In the end, she will meet Geralt under the guidance of fate, and follow the White Wolf to Kaer Morhen, the headquarters of the Wolf Faction, to learn the skills of the demon hunter.
And the knight in the black-winged helmet had something to say. Lann remembered that he would repeatedly pester Ciri in the later period. After Ciri learned martial arts from Kaer Morhen, he would almost kill the Black Wing Knight. Later, when Geralt forms a girl-hunting team, he will join in. Geralt will let him go after repeatedly trying to drive him away, and eventually he will die at the hands of a skilled swordsman.
It can barely be regarded as a character that was cleaned up later. Lann estimated that the original author had written this kind of character in the direction of a dying tool man when he created it.
Lan En just hopes that there will be no accidents during the process. Don't let any surprises happen to your own retainers.
Then he saw Sward's body.
Lann stepped forward quickly. I saw that my former sword attendant was now wearing the armor of a royal guard. Apparently a lot had happened during this time.
There were more than a dozen large and small sword wounds on his body. The fatal injury was a penetrating wound on his chest, and the blood had now drained away.
There was a gap the width of a sword blade on a wall not far behind him. Apparently he had been nailed to the wall by an enemy.
He closed his eyes, with a smile of relief or relief hanging on his lips. What was he thinking about at the end?
Lan used his hand to cover the ferocious wound on Sward's chest, and said silently in his heart: "Follower, contract."
He was still glad that he didn't spend a skill point he just gained from upgrading, but the system seemed to be stingy in trying to use this skill Click Hold - nothing happens.
Lan hesitantly opened the inventory, which could display the names of the items he came into contact with.
[The corpse]
doesn't even have a name.
The lion-eyed demon hunter no longer had hope in his heart, and he was unwilling to put the body of the attendant into the inventory like an item. Even though it would interfere with his movements, he still chose to put the opponent on Heifeng's back.
"Go more steadily in a moment." He whispered.
Heifeng also knew Sword Attendant. The horse snorted gently and steady his pace as much as possible.
Lan continued to look at the surrounding battlefields. The alley was blocked by densely packed corpses of soldiers and horses. It was obvious that a big battle had occurred here. The number of corpses of Nilfgaardian soldiers far exceeds that of Cintra, and it is obvious that each of the lions fought bravely.
At this time, Lan suddenly saw a cloak-like object with a very familiar color on the ground. He picked it up and shook it. It turned out to be the fur of the big griffon that he had hunted with half his life.
The whole piece of reddish-brown fur is enough to wrap Lann's entire body, and the length hangs down to the middle of his calf, which matches Lann's height very well; part of the griffon's head is preserved to make a hood, and the head and shoulders are The black feathers were specially treated with a special potion, retaining the appearance of a lion's mane. This is also the origin of the name "Griffin Beast".
The only flaw is that the stitching on the cloak is a bit messy. It is obvious that the person sewing the cloak is a beginner. To be more strict, one could even criticize her for wasting this fine fur.
It was Ciri. There was absolutely no other person in the entire Cintra Palace who dared to handle the fur of the Great Griffin with this kind of needlework.
The soldiers who were in a hurry to complete the task did not have time to take away the fur. The soldiers who came to plunder the battlefield later might not know the goods and did not recognize the preciousness of the fur. They thought it was worthless just because of the roughness of the stitches and threw it on the spot. Giving Lan the chance to find it.
Lan shook the dust and footprints off it. The demon hunter's senses are turned on.
Many mist clusters of various colors formed by pheromones surrounded the cloak. Lann focused his attention on the densest cluster above, and then there was a guide sign connected by red mist filling the alley. middle.
This red mist split into two lines in mid-air. One line was more intense in color and extended in front of Lan, pointing towards the north gate of the capital of Sintra. The other line looked sparser in density and pointed behind Lan. Walking along this road will lead you to the war zone in the capital.
Why are there two roads?
Lan En was puzzled, and suddenly he saw Black Wind's ears move, and the horse immediately raised its head on alert. Then he also heard the sound of slight footsteps and the sound of conversations coming from the direction of the war zone.
"Did someone just see a man walking in here wearing a baron's cloak?" "It's
absolutely true, sir. That man was holding Cintra's war horse. There is no mistake!" There is
a way to heaven, so don't take it. ah.
Lann counted silently in his mind: one, two, three...eleven, a small team with about the same number of people, walking dull and wearing armor, but without horses, they were all infantry, so it was not a big problem.
Soon a group of black-armored soldiers appeared in sight. Lann had not yet turned off his demon hunter senses at this moment. What surprised him was that the officer leading the team was surrounded by a thick red mist.
And in the place where the red mist gathered the most was the leader, a man dressed as a low-level officer. He was carrying a black backpack on his back, and he could vaguely see a lion-headed sword hilt and a crystal-embellished swallow sword exposed inside. handle.
"That's him!" a soldier shouted after seeing Lann.
The leading low-ranking officer sneered: "Ha, it's really not our armor. Where did your cloak come from..." Before
the man could finish his words, he was startled by the lion eyes revealed by Lan's head suddenly, and Teng Teng Tenteng took several steps back.
Lann took off the baron's cloak from behind, raised his hand and let the great griffon cover him. The hood was pulled down, the steel sword was unsheathed, and the lion's mane was flying.
Before taking action, he comforted Black Wind and then helped Sward on its back.
"You took my things...a lot of things!"
...
That group of Nilfgaardian soldiers disappeared in an instant without any moisture.
After determining the aura on the "Swift", combined with the Great Griffin's cloak, we can completely confirm the direction of Ciri's escape.
What made Lan very uneasy was that there was an aura on Swade's lion-headed silver sword. This aura was also contaminated on the lion-headed silver sword, the great griffon cloak, and the swift sword.
And this breath is very strange.
Here Lann is on his way on horseback.
On the other side, Ciri and Geralt officially meet. But their current situation was certainly not suitable for going directly to Kaer Morhen, and in the end they still followed Mossack's plan and headed towards Brokilon.
As a result, he bumped into Fringilla Vigo and Cassil.
According to the current marching route of Nilfgaard and the shape of the northern border, anyone with some strategic perspective can deduce that the princess will definitely flee north, not to mention Cassirer and the others are following Ciri directly.
At this time, there were only five warlocks left in the warlock team around Fringilla Weige. Together, they passed the teleportation array to the front of Ciri's team.
At this time, Xili and his team had passed through the city guards and local troops gathered along the way, and their number had exceeded a hundred people. There was a vague threat to Fringilla and the others.
My family knew their own affairs, and the warlock troops behind me were all eliminated from the two major academies. Otherwise, they would not have been reduced to participating in Nilfgaardian military training and losing their dignity as mages.
Warlocks rarely go to the battlefield in person, and even when they do, they mostly play a supporting role. What's more, the group of them had already consumed a lot of magic power when they faced Mossack. No matter how much the warlocks were trained, their physiques could not compare with the knights who had been trained since childhood. At this time, they were all exhausted.
Only the most reckless young spellcasters would choose to confront them head-on. The destructive power of warlocks is reflected in all aspects.
In order to block the progress of Xili and his party, the mountain next to the only path collapsed under the influence of the warlock's magic.
In order to prevent hurting Cili, Fringilla did not choose to use this landslide to directly attack Cili's troops, but it blocked Cili's way forward. If they wanted to go forward, they must at least take a detour. Take an extra day.
In less than half a day, the pursuit troops led by Cassirer and others had already arrived.
Cassirer ordered: "Send the signal!"
A loud arrow with bright red light shot into the air, attracting the attention of the nearby Nilfgaardian soldiers.
A group of dusty sailors carefully avoided the hooves of horses on the road, and were suddenly attracted by the sound and light in mid-air.
Lann bowed his head to the last member of the Nilfgaardian cavalry in front of him with a sword, and many corpses lay scattered around him. He wiped the blood from his face with the water bag he grabbed, and looked up, just in time to see the loud arrow.
"Found it!"
Heifeng ran with all his strength. The demon hunter's mutation made its endurance and speed far exceed that of any war horse in the world. An ordinary person might not be able to open his eyes on Heifeng's back.
Lann had already encountered many Nilfgaardian soldiers along the way, and inevitably suffered many minor wounds on his body. Fighting with magic and seals is indeed very exciting, but the reality is not in the game. When doing tasks, you can meditate for a day anytime and anywhere. Currently, Lann's main method of combat is still using a sword.
Because of the big explosion in the castle, he knew that he would definitely encounter a warlock in this battle.
He took out a wine bag that he had snatched from a Nilfgaardian officer and drank a sip of strong wine. Power suddenly surged up slowly from his stomach.
[Gourmet], a skill that slowly and permanently restores health through food, is activated.
The pain in the wounds on his body began to slowly subside. Lan En didn't pay much attention, but in front of him, shouts of death and various sounds of lightning, thunder, fire, and wind were heard.
The battlefield suddenly came into view.
Black-armored soldiers rushed to the besieged corner with weapons in hand, and Cintra's soldiers struggled inside. The most powerful royal guards were no longer among them, and all the guards were killed and injured in the battle to defend the city.
Some of them were even city guard soldiers who had just been trained for a few months, as well as temporary local conscripts, and their morale and combat effectiveness were extremely low.
From a distance, the thousands of soldiers definitely outnumbered Nilfgaard's pursuers in terms of strength, but in actual combat, they were suppressed to death, with only one or two hundred people able to play a role in the battle.
Geralt the White Wolf is undisputedly on the front line. Surprisingly, Enns was followed closely behind. The strong old butler wore a chainmail and robe with the seal of a lion. He rode a horse and bumped left and right in the crowd. House behind him could barely keep up with him.
Lann suddenly remembered that the old butler seemed to have said that he had been on the battlefield with the old Lannister. He was also the one who taught Lann the martial arts in his childhood... At the back of the Cintra
camp, Ciri tried hard to huddle in The rear of the team did not want to cause trouble to everyone, and Ace pulled a dozen soldiers in city guard armor and kept covering the six warlocks standing on the high ground with bows and arrows.
There was a protective shield surrounding their bodies, and ripples continued to appear under the shooting of bows and arrows. The leading sorceress did not take action. She just frowned and looked at the two fighting parties below, wondering what she was thinking.
Ace roared while firing his bow: "Suppress them, the warlock won't be able to use magic to attack after opening the protective shield! If they free their hands, we will be finished!" Lan nodded in agreement, very much agreeing with Ace's
battle intuition. He hesitated with his hand behind his back, and finally drew out the gryphon silver sword.
"Heifeng, jump up!"
Heifeng, who was running wildly, first leaned down and took a breath, then kicked his hind hooves hard to crush the stones he stepped on, and his whole body rose into the air. If there was a river in front of him at this moment It can also be crossed easily.
The rapid running and the final leap gave Lann a huge initial kinetic energy. He raised the gryphon silver sword high above his head and thought to himself: It's time to find a way to practice bows and arrows, or get a crossbow. You can come over.
The silver sword came out like a hand axe, spinning and flying towards the place where the warlocks were. It penetrated the protective shield like a bubble and then cut open the body of a warlock.
A companion next to him had blood sprayed all over his face. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly shouted loudly: "Demon-blocking gold!" The next second, there
was an arrow on his head, and Ace was excited below. He shouted: "Very good, continue! It's just a warlock. Cintra's sword can... huh?"
The Arrow Attendant suddenly saw the black horse falling from the air and the blond knight on his back, and his eyes widened suddenly. eyes.
The Nilfgaardian soldier at the back of the team heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. Before he could turn around, he was trampled by the falling horse hooves, almost splitting him in two.
"Nilfgaardians!"
Lann rode into the infantry camp and took out a lance from the inventory with a flash of his hand. Without any skills, he just relied on the impact and strength of the black wind to crush him forward!
One, two, three, the corpses on the lances were strung together in a string. In the blink of an eye, they exceeded the limit that Lan could bear with one hand, and Lan let go. At this time, Hei Feng still had enough momentum to break away, so Lann chose to turn over and dismount to avoid the horse being trapped in a tight encirclement, preparing to fight on foot.
Several swords struck him at the same time as he turned over and dismounted, leaving no trace like pieces of paper striking a stone.
Immediately afterwards, Lann's steel sword was unsheathed and pierced the heart of the person directly in front of him like lightning. Then he twisted his wrist and controlled the blade to dig a big hole in the human body. Then he reached into the hole with his left hand and made a weird gesture, and the magic value jumped rapidly -
[Alder's Seal]!
The huge impact broke through the flesh of the Nilfgaardian soldier's body from behind, bringing with it a large shower of blood and broken flesh, which fascinated the eyes of the soldiers in front of Lann so much that they couldn't even open their eyes.
Lann thought to himself, if he had activated the [Biting] that could create ice, wouldn't his eyes be covered with ice cones?
He was thinking about the future in his mind, but Lann was not slow in his hands. Shen Jian crashed into the crowd who were temporarily blinded. At this time, facing an enemy several times his own, there was no other better choice -
[Swivel Sword Dance]!
The steel sword seemed to be cutting grass, harvesting the lives of the surrounding soldiers, and denser red raindrops were swaying among the crowd.
Adrenaline surged through the body, the sword in his hand became lighter and lighter, and the slashes he swung became heavier and heavier. Screams and muffled sounds kept ringing in his ears.
After a few breaths, Lan suddenly felt a light touch on his hand. He stopped what he was doing with a slight breath, and looked up. In front of him was the stunned old butler and House.
He actually penetrated Nilfgaard's infantry formation from back to front.
"Who is that? Who is that?" The Nilfgaardians hurriedly retreated and distanced themselves from Lan. The black-winged helmeted officer Cassirer reined in his horse, which was restless due to the arrival of the black wind, and roared loudly to ask around people.
"Master?" The old housekeeper asked with tears in his eyes as he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.
Lan raised his head and smiled for the first time in a year: "Long time no see, Enns. From now on, you can never say that I am bored with things."
House, who was standing behind Enns, suddenly trembled. Seeing Sward's body on Heifeng's back, he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. He only felt that he had something that he must inherit.
With his eyes red, he shouted: "Nilfgaardians! Standing before you is: Return of the Dead, Lion Knight of Poetry, Lord of Brochlon, Lion of Cintra - Lann. Lord Lord Lannister Leanne!"
"Be careful!"
Geralt suddenly shouted not far away. After hearing the warning, Lan rolled subconsciously, and then a bolt of lightning suddenly hit the place where he was standing. He looked up and saw lightning dancing in the hands of a short-haired sorceress.
The warlocks behind her danced their magic together, and a staircase suddenly appeared on the unscalable height, sending them behind the soldiers.
Since Lan En and the others have weapons that can block the magic gold, it is no longer suitable for the warlocks to stand on high places and act as targets.
Lan recognized the leading short-haired sorceress. Fringilla Vigo, who appeared in the game, was one of the sorceresses who would know Geralt well in the future. She would give him the Wolf Faction badge after he lost it. One of his necklace badges, which can cast illusions, played a crucial role in Geralt's final battle to kill the BOSS who kidnapped Ciri.
"Geralt, can you think of a way to persuade the sorceress opposite to surrender?" Lann walked to the white wolf and discussed in a low voice.
"Although a lot of things have happened in the year since you disappeared, but none of them include the matter of 'I became friends with the sorceress opposite'."
"Tsk." Lann twisted his neck, "Then I'm sorry."
"Have you done anything to make me sorry?" Geralt glanced at Lann strangely, and then looked at Lann's lion eyes and The gryphon badge on his neck lingered for a while, and he said:
"I won't ask you what happened now, but - why didn't you use [Quen] when you rushed into the crowd to fight?"
Lann was silent for a moment, He made a seal with his left hand, and a golden light flashed across his body, and a defensive seal appeared on his body.
"Boohoo." Just as Lan and Geralt were communicating in low voices, Cassirer behind the Nilfgaardians shot a few more command arrows.
"Reinforcements will be here soon, we must not let them go!" Cassirer yelled, "They are just another weirdo with yellow eyes. He is only one person!" The disciplined Nilfgaardian
soldiers looked at each other. , reluctantly formed the formation again, but seemed to be frightened by Lan's previous momentum of killing the entire formation by himself, and hesitated for a moment.
Fringilla sneered, waves flashed through her hands, and the warlocks behind her also began to mutter, and magic attacks were about to hit.
Lan turned around and shouted: "Ace, cover them with the rain of arrows. Keep an eye on the leading sorceress!"
After Lan finished explaining, he rushed over with the phalanx of warlocks menacingly.
Dozens of arrows rose from his back, and the warlocks had to stop their spells and put up protective shields to resist this wave of attacks.
Lan ran forward wildly, and a warlock took advantage of the gap between the arrows to step out of the protective shield and throw a ball of lightning at Lan, but Lan rolled to avoid it. This scene made the warlock's eyes widen.
Then Lann used a sword dance to scatter several Nilfgaardian soldiers blocking the way, and the black-armored soldiers did not dare to block the way again.
Lann's eyes were completely clear, and he had already entered the vicinity of the warlock troops.
Swinging the sword, the magic defense shield shattered.
An arrow crossed the battlefield and pierced Fringilla's head.
However, not a drop of blood flowed out. Lann's eyes widened. It was an illusion!
As expected, a surging force poured into Lann's side in the next second, instantly shattering his Quen Seal and sending him flying far away.
Lan En rolled around on the ground to relieve his strength, avoiding the soldiers who wanted to sneak attack. He stood up and danced with his sword to drive back the enemy, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.
He took out the wine bag from his waist and drank heavily in the center of the battlefield as if no one else was around. The soldiers who had just attempted to sneak attack him were killed by the sword dance. For a while, no one around the Nilfgaardians dared to approach him.
The injuries on his body and the energy consumed began to slowly recover.
"You can't be so distracted on the battlefield, Demon Hunter. Why don't you try to find out where I am?" The
magic in Fringilla's hand flickered, and her voice still came from the phantom.
Lan wiped his mouth, threw the wine bag aside, and said expressionlessly: "Your magic is indeed exquisite, I can't see through your illusion." "
But I have heard a saying - use magic to defeat magic."
Lan stretched his left hand forward, and his magic value suddenly dropped by half, and surging flames brewed in the palm of his hand.
[Magic Burst·Igni Seal]!
The seal blessed by a huge amount of magic power was completely different from what the seal should be. The surging fire waves spread to almost every corner of the battlefield. Nilfgaard was affected and let out heart-piercing screams. Now they could only fight desperately. Charge forward in the direction of Cintra to avoid damage.
Geralt looked at this scene and murmured to himself: "Even for the Griffin School, this is too exaggerated..." The
warlocks of the warlock army struggled to support the protective shield, and outside them, there was an original open space on one side. A new shield also appears.
Lan En's lion eyes flashed and he found it!
"Boom", "boom", the Nilfgaardian soldiers who were burned to death by the Igni Seal exploded one after another under the influence of [magic sense], and the protective shields of the nearby warlocks were blown away with ripples.
And inside the empty protective shield, the figure of Fringilla Vigo slowly appeared, and she screamed: "Fire magic? This is not a demon hunter's method at all! Who are you? !"
Lann sneered in his heart, what's the point? There is a whole school of gryphon witchers like me!
Lann moved his left hand, and one Alder of small power was sprayed out one after another. As Lann ran, a path of fire opened up in front of him.
"Ace!" Lan En shouted to the Archer Attendant, but the Attendant had already drawn his bow and arrow, waiting for Lan En's magic-blocking golden sword to cut through the protective shield to kill the enemy.
However, an arrow suddenly flew over from the direction of Nilfgaard. The powerful arrow hit Lan En's newly opened Quen Seal, knocking Lan En out and almost causing him to fall into his own sea of fire.
Turning his head to look over, the knight in the black-winged helmet quickly dismounted, holding a bow and arrow, and dodged Ace's furious arrow. Then he unfurled his bow and nocked an arrow again, raised his head and shot another loud arrow into the sky.
Suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly in the distance.
Cassirer beamed with joy, support was coming!
"Shrink the formation!" Ace shouted sternly, "Lord Earl, retreat!"
The flames in the field gradually shrank, and only a small bunch of flames were still burning where the turf was still there. Magical fluctuations brewed in the singer Fringilla Wei again, and she just waited for Lan to split the protective shield and give him a hard blow.
The Nilfgaardian cavalry appeared from the end of the line of sight. Before the empire could smile, they discovered that the Nilfgaardian soldiers had abandoned their helmets and armor, as if they were being hunted.
No wonder no one came over after so many loud arrows were released! It turns out that they had already started fighting!
But there are still troops to the north of Cintra to deal with the organized Nilfgaardian soldiers?
Cassirer looked around and saw that behind the Nilfgaardians were hundreds of soldiers dressed as light cavalry.
It's not accurate to say that, they are more like sailors than light cavalry. They seemed not to be good at horse fighting, but with their skilled bows and arrows and their numbers several times that of the enemy, they were only able to stick to the Nilfgaardian soldiers in front, giving the heavy cavalry no chance to exert their power.
Cassirer could tell at a glance that the other party was dressed as a Skellig!
"Ciri! I'm here to save you... huh? Isn't this Lann!"
Kratz, who led the Skellig sailors from Manada Valley to here, happily shouted: "Lan! I heard rumors He said that you died in Toussaint, and I will throw the messenger into the mountains when we get back. Great, hahaha!" The
magic fluctuations on Fringilla Wei's singer became more intense, and at this moment, it suddenly broke out, an orange-red The portal opened behind her.
"Let's go!" She shouted at the remaining members of the warlock army, turned around and led the way into the portal.
"Breakout!" Cassirer also shouted sternly, and all the black-armored soldiers shrank together and attacked a corner. Ace also led the city guards forward in an attempt to form an encirclement offensive with the Skellige people. They must not be allowed to take away the news about the princess.
A warlock hurriedly wanted to run into the portal, but he didn't expect that a white light suddenly flashed in front of him, and the griffon sword cut him in two.
Lann raised his hand and took out the seals towards the remaining warlocks.
"We surrender!" the warlock shouted. They were horrified. At this time, they only felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world than the witcher.
Lan En did not care about the opponent's surrender. The huge flames once again covered the warlocks with a "bang", and the yellow protective shield was propped up again, struggling to support itself in the flames.
Lann spat inwardly and felt strange - why do these warlocks give people the impression of being so weak?
This is not the time to hesitate on the battlefield. Lann looked back at the portal and was hesitating whether he should try using the magic-blocking gold sword to split the portal to prevent further accidents. Unexpectedly, the target would be there in the next second. It turned into a wave of pure magic and disappeared, leaving only the chance of the breeze blowing the flames.
It may be that Fringilla on the other side saw that no warlock had escaped for a long time, and knew that something must have happened, so she decisively canceled the portal to prevent Lan from catching up.
Lann looked at the battlefield where the soldiers of the three countries were fighting. Cintra's soldiers had cooperated with Skellige to surround Nilfgaard. Cintra's shield guards stood in front of the encirclement, and the Skelligs were behind, covered with arrows.
They cooperated very well when they first met, so it seemed like there was nothing to worry about.
Lann used an Alder to disperse the flames in front of him, and Quinn used his upper body to increase the safety. He strode forward and slashed the warlocks' protective shields with a sword.
The face of the demon hunter with dark golden lion eyes was covered with blood, and he walked slowly across the flames. The only three warlocks left in the protective shield were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, and they kept trying to chant some magic. He cursed, but his mouth was trembling with fear, and the magic fluctuations on his body were flickering, unable to condense into anything real.
Lan suddenly stopped and asked, "Why don't you open the portal and run?"
A warlock was already crying: "We won't..."
"Oh." Lan nodded and suddenly stepped forward. In front of him, he chopped off a warlock's head with a sword. The head still had its mouth open, as if it was still thinking about Lan and begging for mercy.
In Lan's senses as a witcher, the magic wave around the mage surrounded the same red mist on the lion's head silver sword, and then slowly dissipated.
"Ah!" The warlocks let out screams that could be called sexual transformation. The spells they had been chanting for a long time completely dissipated. One warlock suffered a direct backlash and fainted.
Lan looked at them indifferently, and suddenly asked: "Are there any gold-blocking handcuffs?"
The awake warlock nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly took out a box from the unconscious warlock's backpack. Inside lay a pair of blue handcuffs.
The moment the skin of the warlock's hand directly came into contact with the handcuffs, clearly visible blood vessels appeared from the place where the contact was made. The magic power fluctuations on his body immediately dissipated, and the whole person's temperament was as depressed as that of a Ordinary people.
Lann gestured to the unconscious warlock: "Bring it to him too."
The warlock who tied his hands explained softly: "There is only one pair of handcuffs..."
Lann looked at him expressionlessly, and suddenly The sword was thrust into the unconscious warlock's thigh, pinning him to the ground. His rough movements caused onlookers to tremble.
The blade made of magic-resistant gold penetrated the warlock's flesh and blood, causing the body to lose the ability to communicate with chaotic energy.
Lan En walked towards the direction of the army battle without looking back: "If he dies, you will die too."
The awake warlock hurriedly tore his robes and used the first aid methods he had learned to stop the bleeding on his companion's bloody thigh.
On the other side, the Nilfgaardian soldiers were down to the last dozen warriors. Some of them wanted to kneel down and surrender before, but the fleeing Cintra troops had no interest in accepting prisoners. Now they had no choice but to fight to the death.
"Stop it!" Lann yelled, "He's mine!"
Cassirer, who was protected by his own count's bodyguards, suddenly raised his head. These familiar words made him suddenly recall the time when he almost died. At night, the exquisite swordsman who almost killed himself in the crowd.
The people surrounding the Nilfgaardian soldiers made way for the angry lion. They looked at the resurrected Earl with complicated eyes. Their minds were filled with the image of him slaughtering the Nilfgaardian soldiers like a god of war. .
A Nilfgaardian soldier who was about to collapse drew his sword and rushed forward. Lann used his superb reaction speed to hold the opponent's sword-holding hand with his right hand, punch the opponent's inner elbow with his left hand, and easily flipped the blade and let the opponent cut himself open. neck.
"I am the Earl of Nilfgaard, Kasir Morvar Difflin Aip Chirak! Charge with me!"
Realizing that he was facing a desperate situation, the winged helmet knight shouted loudly to encourage himself and took the lead in the charge.
Lan lowered his head to dodge the opponent's slash, raised his hand and used the Alder Sign to tear apart the armor, and at the same time knocked the opponent away with blood vomiting from his mouth.
Facing the remaining soldiers who were swarming up, he slid in and swung Igni, Alder, and Sword Dance together. In just a few breaths, he turned them all into dead souls under the sword.
The Skellige people who had never seen Lann show off his prowess screamed in surprise, and their eyes widened every time Lann killed someone.
Ace and House seemed to see Lann's intention. They rushed out of the crowd and lifted Cassirer, who was knocked aside by Lann. One of them folded an arm and let the other kneel down towards Lann.
"Kasir of Nilfgaard!" Lann shouted, "Do you recognize this sword?"
Lann's hand flashed, and the lion-headed silver sword was held in his hand. In Lann's senses as a demon hunter, except for Sward himself, the red mist with the strongest aura on the long sword wrapped around the opponent's body.
Cassirer raised his bleeding eyes and saw the sword, then lowered his head and said in despair: "That was a respectable warrior... If it weren't for the help of a warlock, I wouldn't have killed him so easily. ."
"Just a warlock?"
Cassirer responded inaudibly.
"Very good, then you will be the last one." Lan's deep voice seemed to be roaring in his throat. He stood beside the opponent and raised his hands high above his head.
Cassirer suddenly raised his head, and he asked uneasily and eagerly: "I am the Count of Nilfgaard, Cassirer Morva Dyverin Aip Chirac. Who is the person who kills me now?"
He stared at Lan, hoping to hear Lan pronounce a name worthy of a nobleman.
Lan En roared like a lion: "Si! Wo! De!"
The sword light drew a semicircle in the air, the head rolled to the ground, and blood splashed everywhere.
Lann wiped the blood on the opponent's cloak and put the lion-headed silver sword back into space.
The system prompt sounds.
[Character Level Improvement +1]
Lann himself had forgotten how many Nilfgaardians he had chased and killed, and he had actually leveled up at this moment.
He turned around and glanced at the soldiers who looked at him in awe with his lion eyes. Their faces were filled with excitement, and for the first time, hope appeared in their eyes after experiencing the despair of their country.
Some people in the crowd were eager to try.
"Lions, Lions of Sintra." Someone in the crowd suddenly whispered softly.
"The Lion, the Lion of Cintra." Another voice said, trembling but extremely firm.
The crowd was slightly commotion, and finally someone shouted loudly: "Lion! Lion of Sintra!"
The warriors smashed their armor with their fists, hit the ground with their spears, and hit their shields with their short swords, using all their methods and strength to shout The loudest voice, offering the most pious shout in this life to the man in front of him.
"Lion! Lion! Lion!"
"Lion of Sintra!!!"
The system prompt sounded again, like a hymn chanting that added an extra layer of passion to the cry.
[Mission: City Defense Iron Guard Part 3 - Completed]
[Character Level Improvement +1]
Amid the shouts of the crowd, a familiar figure rushed in.
Familiar steps, familiar scent, familiar force hitting into the arms, familiar making one take two steps back, and the familiar cry: "Oh ah ah ah
Lann, Lann ah, Lann wu Woohoo..."
(End of chapter)