Chapter 154 How dare you?
"They have nothing to do yet, but they can't help you. After all, there are too many of them. We plan to take care of them slowly after we get rid of you." Lan's face became even colder
: "What did you do?"
Reigns sneered. His voice was hoarse and had a strong sense of tearing. Just listening to it made people feel physically uncomfortable.
"You are a big shot, Earl Lannister of Cintra. I am fully aware of this, so in order to deal with you, I will also find other big shots, otherwise I will not have the guts to appear in front of you." Reigns was mean
. He laughed heartily, and the ugly scars on his face twisted as if to crowd out his facial features:
"Come on, I want the living earl. The poet doesn't matter."
Dandelion's face suddenly turned pale.
A dozen killers and mercenaries looked at each other and slowly approached Lan.
Lann drew out the Sword of the Lake Lady, retreated to the corner, and asked Dandelion: "Can you take care of yourself?" The
poet stammered: "You...do you think they will like my songs? You I seem to have said before that you can kill several warlocks in one breath, but now you can't deal with them?"
Lann grinned: "It's hard for me to guarantee that I can kill them without hurting you at the same time. So here I am. My second question to you: Can you swim?"
Dandelion was stunned for a moment, a bad premonition came to his mind, but along with it came an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Hey, hey, hey...Mr. Lannister, no, Lann, listen to me..."
Lann suddenly turned around and blasted a big hole in the wooden wall behind him with a magic-infused [Sign of Alder] from his left hand. , making the poor house groan dangerously.
Then he grabbed Dandelion's collar with his right hand, and with a strong force, the poet immediately felt his body soaring, and his whole body flew up.
Dandelion looked up at the sky, melancholy looking at the half-round crescent moon covered by dark clouds. Apart from that, there was not a single star in the sky. It was as dark as his heart.
"You and Geralt are indeed the same~~"
The poet's scream ended abruptly with the sound of splashing into the water.
Lan moved his neck, moved his left hand again, and used the [Quen's Seal] on his upper body. He grinned, like a hungry lion baring its teeth: "I want to save
a little magic power, because it will be of great use later. So for you guys The scene in a while may be - rather bloody."
Reigns did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time, and he also grinned: "I agree."
The battle did not start with swords, because the witcher on Lan's chest The badge suddenly began to tremble violently, which indicated that someone was using magic to attack.
He jumped away from the spot and used his rune sword to block and offset the powerful magical energy that could immobilize people.
Reigns raised his arms and wanted to do something else, but he obviously didn't cooperate well with the temporarily hired desperadoes. At this moment, the dozen or so people swarmed forward, leaving no room for the warlock to perform at all. He could only curse and step back.
It was obvious that several different small groups were attacking Lann, which gave them a tacit but unfamiliar contradictory attack rhythm.
However, they quickly sorted out the order and gave way to the four fastest runners. Their cooperation was also the most tacit, and their sword-holding postures were also very professional.
The first villain made a feint with his right hand, but immediately ducked out of the way in order to give the person behind him a chance to stab with a deceptive sword.
But Lann was so fast and powerful. He actually rushed towards the first villain who had already ducked out of the way without hesitation, and cleaved his chest and abdomen open as if risking his life in the face of the other's surprised eyes.
Lan was very angry and used great force, almost cutting the opponent in half.
Then he bent down with the force of his forward thrust, not rolling, but using the unsheathed gryphon steel sword on his back to block the opponent's subsequent attack. Then he took the opportunity to hold the hilt of the sword with his left hand and drew the sword out. Sheathed the sword with both hands and used a cross cut to split the opponent's entire upper body.
The runes on the Lake Lady's Sword, which was full of blood, became even brighter.
The Sword of the Lady of the Lake has the characteristic of increasing attack after killing an enemy, which is commonly known as "stacked damage". In theory, with it, Lann will not only not need to replace the silver sword in the future, but there will be no need to use the steel sword again.
After all, his left hand is usually free to use the seal, but now he is holding the sword in both hands, and he feels that fighting is extremely smooth.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. The remaining two of the foursome had not yet reacted to the death of their companions, and they were still attacking Lann from two different directions.
Lan turned sideways and counter-rotated into the gap between the two, holding two swords in hand, and began to spin.
[Whirlpool Sword Dance]!
Lann felt that his long sword had cut off someone's spine, and the terrifying wailing had cut open the other person's throat before it even started. He had never practiced the left-hand sword technique much, but with the support of the system, he did not feel unfamiliar at all when performing the [Revolving Sword Dance].
Double the distance of the sword, double the damage, soon there was a bloody storm in the wooden house, and the sword blade slashed through everything standing in the house.
Can the thugs, scoundrels, and killers in these towns compare to the soldiers of Nilfgaard? It was not easy for Lan to kill them. The sword skills like a meat grinder wreaked havoc in the small room, quickly killing all the irrelevant personnel.
Until only Lan and Reigns were left.
The warlock's face was already pale. He had heard rumors that wherever the lion passed by, there were corpses of Nilfgaardians, but he always thought that it was an inspiring spiritual comfort made up by the refugees.
The man in front of me could actually fight one against ten in an encounter! This is something that many warlocks who have just graduated from the academy cannot do!
Reigns kept retreating, while raising his arms in front of him, a magical light emerged from his fingers. There were words in his mouth, but he spoke very slowly. It was obvious that he was not very proficient in the spell he was about to use.
Seeing this, Lann rushed towards him without thinking with two swords in hand, which immediately frightened the warlock. He failed to finish the incantation and ran away.
While he was running, he was still shouting incomprehensible words, but there was no trace of magic fluctuations on his body. Lann understood that it was not a magic spell, but a call for help. In other words - ask for help.
Help arrived soon after. The two of them had already run out of the house and into the street. A dazzling light illuminated the alley, and a red oval portal suddenly appeared on the dilapidated and dirty wall of a house.
Reigns jumped towards the portal, but Lann was faster. He didn't have free hands to take out the crossbow at the moment, so he threw the gryphon steel sword in his hand again like a throwing axe.
"Woooo" The long sword rotated in mid-air like a windmill, accurately piercing the enemy's thigh and knocking him down from jumping in mid-air. At the same time, the long sword mixed with magic-blocking gold during the forging process made Riens The little magic energy in the body was completely chaotic.
But the portal was still there, and it was obvious that it was not Riens himself who opened the portal.
The way to escape is close at hand, but you can escape from here in five or six steps. Riens crawled on the ground in vain, dragging a trail of blood.
His arduous crawl soon came to a halt when someone stepped on his hand.
Lann's calf sank, the steel shin guard slowly crushed hard, and the blood-curdling sound of bone cracking suddenly sounded.
Ignoring Riens' heart-wrenching screams and the weak force of beating his calves, Lan gritted his teeth and looked around. He saw his attendants and soldiers.
House, Levin, Milva, and all the Cintra cavalry were in this alley at the moment, maintaining a ready posture, motionless, like sculptures.
The hair on their bodies was wet with rain, and a mixture of sweat and rain flowed through their eyes, but their eyelids only shook slightly.
The witcher's vision allowed Lan to see in the dark. He could clearly see that the veins on the necks of the people closest to him were bulging, as if they were trying hard to move their bodies. Moreover, they seemed to be able to detect their own movements, and their eyes were all moving slightly towards them in an orderly manner.
But in the past, they had enough power to swing the heavy sword, but now they couldn't even adjust their sight.
They were still alive, but this state was unfamiliar to Lan.
Lann suddenly stamped his foot: "What did you do?"
Reigns screamed proudly and laughed: "Pull out the sword, take your feet away, let me go, and I will tell you!"
Lann Narrowing his eyes, the lion's pupils were full of anger,
he sneered, first took out a [Magic-Blocking Gold Bomb], pulled the latch and threw it directly into the portal. The green dust suddenly expanded, turning the portal into sparks that filled the sky in Riens' desperate eyes.
Then he pinched his left hand and it glowed with white light.
Reigns screamed in an ugly voice: "It's useless, I'm a warlock, and your magic hunters' magic seals are useless to me!"
Lann paused word by word: "Then, but, no, One, definitely!"
He is no ordinary demon hunter!
[Axxi Seal] + [Charm] + Magic Infusion.
One hundred points, two hundred points, three hundred points, five hundred points.
The magic power slowly paid attention, but the face of the warlock in front of him remained unchanged.
Six hundred points, seven hundred points, eight hundred points, one thousand points!
The warlock gradually showed a shocked look. He felt as if there were countless spiritual tentacles pressing on his forehead, and they were trying their best to drill in - and his brain was about to be unable to withstand it!
"What did you do? Impossible! I'm a warlock!"
Without saying a word, Lan doubled the infused magic power: two thousand points!
The magic power in the body has dropped to an unprecedented low. Almost all the magic power equivalent to the awakening of the ancient bloodline has been poured into the [Axi Sigil]. The ether element has almost turned into substance and is visible to the naked eye. The magic fluctuations symbolizing the spirit make Lann, as the caster himself, felt his skin tingle.
(End of chapter)