Chapter 202: First Contact with the Scoia’tael
The fall of the ancient deer-headed spirit means that the precious [ancient deer-headed spirit decoction] has been pocketed by Lann.
Then Lann raised his head and looked at several gryphons and dragons flying in the sky. After the initial chaos, the armies of each country organized effective attacks under the command of their respective officers. At this moment, the monsters were shot down with arrows by the troops who recovered.
Careless soldiers stepped forward to kill the monsters and gain glory. However, even if the flying monsters landed on the ground, they still had combat power that cannot be underestimated. Low-level armors could not stop the minions of these monsters. Soldiers who attacked rashly were torn apart one after another. crack.
The Cintra side was happy to come to their rescue.
The human army lacks experience in dealing with monsters, and also lacks experience in utilizing monster body tissues. They don't know the value of the monster's corpse, and they may not even know what the mutation inducer is.
Things might have been very different if the kings had brought sorcerers or alchemists with them. But they didn't. Therefore, Lann and his party are the biggest beneficiaries after the death of these monsters.
At most, the proud kings would chop off the monster's heads and keep them as collections, or divide them into some scales, leather, etc. This is harmless.
Instructing several Cintra cavalry and demon hunter Seret to stay and wait for the flames to burn out, he would dispose of the body of the ancient deer-headed spirit as soon as possible. Lann jumped up and climbed onto Black Wind's back deftly, shouting at his troops :
"Continue to help, my allies need us now! For the North! For Cintra!" The
cavalry responded with high spirits: "Yes! Lord Earl! For Cintra! For Lannister! For the Lion !”
The battle continued until dawn.
As the first ray of sunlight shone down from the horizon, the last monster finally squeezed out the last scream from its throat and fell to the ground.
Lann rarely used his seal in the second half of the battle.
On the one hand, these monsters are not as good as the ancient deer-headed spirits and do not need to be so rigorously prepared; on the other hand, Lann wants to deliberately show "heroism" on the human level that ordinary people can understand, just like the previous team that rescued Miwei.
For these knights and soldiers, cutting off the monster's head with a sword is far more worthy of respect and worship than blasting the monster to pieces with a hand cannon.
This is a hunt for a witcher, and it is also a personal show of Lion Rann.
During the battle, he changed back to the posture of holding a sword with both hands. The golden rune sword and the red magic scimitar were more dazzling than the torch in the dark night.
The sword dance and New Year's greeting sword skills blessed by the system, as well as the physical fitness that has already exceeded the limits of the human body after multiple upgrades and mutations, allowed him to fight non-stop until dawn, leaving his footsteps in every corner of the battlefield.
The last monster was also a fork-tailed dragon. Its neck was pierced by Lann's Lake Lady Sword at this moment, and it was nailed to the ground by Lann like an execution.
Lann stood on the shoulder and back of the fork-tailed dragon, watching the system panel's experience jump slightly upward by a value to confirm that the monster under his feet was dead.
The system prompt sound that sounded like a holy sigh also sounded at this moment:
[Character level improvement +1]
The monsters slaughtered tonight once again pushed Lann up one level through killing.
It's a pity that I didn't receive the demon hunting mission, otherwise the harvest tonight would definitely be more than this.
He shook his head and put aside the idea that he was greedy and greedy. Lann stepped hard on the body of the fork-tailed dragon and pulled out his sword.
A hand wearing a steel gauntlet handed over a cloak. Lann took it very naturally and wiped the blood on the sword, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
Lan turned around, and the man who handed him the cloak was actually not a warrior from Cintra, but a Redanian knight wearing the eagle emblem.
Seeing Lan's surprised look, the knight took a step back and praised: "Lord Lannister, your bravery amazes me. I have witnessed your battle of one against ten, and I have also seen you fight from night to dawn. A figure that never stops. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much we would have lost tonight."
It won't be a big loss, at most it will be a little chaotic, and a weird king will die. Less than 10% of the soldiers were killed or injured.
Lann was thinking this in his mind, but a polite smile appeared on his face:
"My strength is not worth mentioning. It is the momentum of all the warriors in the north who unite, so they can resist the terrifying monsters. Gather strength to resist Strong enemy, this is the purpose of us gathering here, isn't it?"
"Your modesty is also shameful."
The knight lowered his head and returned to his team. The comrades around him all looked at Lan with the same eyes as him. .
After such a night and witnessing such a battle, it was difficult for them not to show such expressions.
They sighed in a low voice: "Seeing is better than hearing, the Lion of Cintra."
Lan wrapped the rune sword in the cloak handed over by the knight, wiped away the blood, and revealed the dazzling golden light underneath.
"The Sword of the Lady of the Lake."
The knight heard envious admiration from someone around him, but he couldn't detect any hint of greed.
"Only a true knight will receive a sword given by the Fairy of the Lake."
After wiping the spine of the sword, Lan used the first ray of sunlight in the morning to look at the runes on the sword to confirm that there was no dirt left on it.
The sunlight and the rune sword almost merged into one, and the soldiers narrowed their eyes slightly. I don’t know if it’s because of the sunshine, the Lake Lady’s Sword, or the blond knight.
"No, it's not the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, not in the hands of Lord Lannister." A knight who was saved by Lann from the monster's mouth muttered to himself, "That's the Sword of the Dawn."
" His sword is like the light of dawn, and it is because of his sword that I can see the rising sun today."
Lann did not hear the muttering of these soldiers, and even if he heard it, he would not think it was a bad thing. He looked into the distance, looking for his troops, and soon saw his Cintra cavalry wandering around the corpses of various monsters.
Kolgrim made a reassuring gesture towards Lann, indicating that everything that needed to be dealt with had been dealt with.
Lane nodded.
Senior military officers from various countries shuttled between the troops to reorganize and take stock of the losses caused by last night's chaos. After confirming their safety, the kings in military uniforms also came out to boost morale under the protection of their guards.
Except Henselt.
Demavi looked at Leisuo beside Lan. This demon hunter's arms were thicker than his waist. This kind of warrior who can be seen with the naked eye is the favorite warrior of these kings who like to drive and conquer in person.
"Demon hunters?" Demavi thought thoughtfully, "It seems that I also need to hire some demon hunters in my kingdom. They really have their own way of dealing with monsters." "We'd better take a rest as soon as possible and then
return Let's go to our respective territories, your majesties." Lann suggested, "It's too dangerous outside. And the slightest disturbance in the current situation will cause complete chaos in the north, and the hard work we have put in these days will be in vain." Lann pointed
out What happened was that Kaedwen almost called for the soldiers stationed at the border last night. When the troops of the four countries are all ready, if one party breaks the balance irrationally and causes misunderstanding, it may trigger a super melee.
Then in the next ten years or even decades, there will be no possibility of peace and cooperation in the northern border.
"The Scoia'tael are indeed a disaster." Demavi frowned, "Aedirn is too close to Kaedwen, and it might be affected by that idiot Henselt later on. Maybe I should make plans early when I go back."
"In order to fight foreigners, we must first settle our own internal affairs. I actually agree with this point. It's just that His Majesty Henselt's murderous intent is too strong." Lann sighed, "When dealing with non-human races, we need to distinguish between friends and enemies."
Demavi There was no comment on Lann's words.
Miwe glanced at Lann and shook her head at him.
There are rumors in the north: Although Demavi is quite farsighted in strategy, he actually has a reputation for cruelty and jealousy. It's no wonder that he has been entangled with Henselt for so many years. He may have better knowledge of the overall situation than Henselt, but his character is not much better.
The leaders were thinking about their arrangements after returning home, and were no longer interested in chatting. They just arranged for their men to count the casualties this time, regroup, and at the same time contact the border guards to strengthen the search of the surrounding forests and eliminate the remnants of the Scoia'tael Party.
After the agreement between the countries is finalized, they will get up and return home.
.........
The Northern Kingdom is regrouping here.
And deep in the forest, the Scoia'tael are also licking their wounds.
The dwarfs who remained in the camp without much fighting power looked anxiously in the direction of the forest. After a long time, they heard a rhythmic bird-like whistle, with expressions of joy on their faces.
But when they saw Iorveth and others coming out of the forest, the joy on their faces gradually solidified.
Not only did the Scoia'tael come back with injuries, but their number was less than one-third of what they were when they left. They could only count thirty or forty people at a glance.
"Iorveth!" A dwarf screamed and rushed forward to help the leader, "What happened?" The
Scoia'tael leader, who had always had a strong temperament, looked full of despair at this moment: "We failed and failed to arouse the rebellion in the north. The melee failed to kill Henselt or any other king. All the companions were sacrificed, and the sacrifice was meaningless." "
How could it be?" The dwarf continued to scream and asked the same question, "It happened. What?"
As soon as these words were spoken, a figure flashed in the mind of the returning Scoia'tael.
"We met a person." Iorveth closed his eyes in pain, "A person without plans... A person who may not be able to deal with even if he makes a plan. I have never seen such a person. ..."
"Who is he?" The dwarf screamed while bandaging Iorveth's wound, "What has he done?"
Before Iorveth could answer, a dazzling emerald light suddenly passed from his side. It lit up. The thing happened so suddenly, and this kind of vision was something they had never heard of before. For a moment, they actually forgot to react.
In the Scoia'tael's surprised eyes, the light gradually turned into the shape of a person, and a magnetic low voice came from inside.
"That man was me, Lann Lannister Leanne," said the shining figure, "and I saved you."
...
Not long ago.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Lan returned to his room.
After simply instructing his soldiers and the Snake Faction to deal with the confiscated mutation-inducing substances, Lan himself closed his eyes and began to sense his own chaotic energy mark.
When he rescued Henselt at the top of the fortress, he deliberately marked Iorveth and was waiting for this moment.
Soon, several groups of familiar energy appeared in his consciousness.
This is the energy perception attached to the [Teleport] skill, allowing him to control which mark he teleports to. Through these marks, he can also vaguely perceive the situation of the marked person or the marked object.
Among them, the nearest groups of marks are right next to him, which are several of his attendants and snake sect demon hunters.
The mark not far away is Black Wind in the stables of Haji Fortress. The child was motionless. He must have been resting after being tired from playing last night.
A little further away is Kyaan in Novigrad. The light spot representing him was jumping up and down restlessly, not knowing what it was doing.
The farthest mass of energy almost left Lan's sensing limit, and that was Triss. It's just that Lann's brain is not powerful enough to draw a map with his mind. I don't know if the sorceress is in Cintra, Kaer Morhen, or Aretuza at the moment?
But they weren't the ones Lan was looking for. In his perception, a newly branded energy mark was quickly moving away from him, it was Iorveth.
Just after turning on his perception ability for a short while, Lann felt that his mana was constantly passing away, as if he was continuously using [Magic Burst] to bless the seal.
He paused for a while, resting briefly, and when he turned on the [Teleportation] sense again, the mark representing Iorveth was already motionless.
This shows that the Scoia'tael leader has returned to his camp.
Lann chuckled lightly, gave a few instructions to his attendants, and then activated his skill in the eyes of everyone, turning into an emerald light point and disappearing in front of everyone.
Kolgrim crossed his arms, smacked his lips and asked Letso: "Do you think Master Ivar has similar skills? It's just that we were never qualified to learn before. He has been waiting for an opportunity to teach it to us. ?"
Leisuo said expressionlessly: "You can ask him next time you see him."
...
After activating the skill, Lann's eyes were instantly covered by a huge amount of light, which made him blind for a moment.
But this is not the kind of blindness that "is blinded by a flash", but the feeling of being blindfolded. Miraculously, although the light in front of him was very bright, it was not dazzling at all to Lan.
This blindness only lasted for a moment. When Lan regained his sight again, he saw a world in slow speed.
The elves were running in the camp, with their feet off the ground and dangling forward like a balloon; the dwarves were comforting the halflings, patting their comrades on the shoulders so that the clothes there slowly spread wrinkles around like water waves; the dwarves While bandaging the leader's wound, he said words that were extremely difficult to distinguish:
"Who... is he? What... did he... do...?"
Maintaining this slow-motion state, Lan The magic power is also constantly being lost.
Moreover, Lan noticed that other people were not completely unable to sense him. Many Scoia'tael's eyes had turned towards him and their bodies began to lean over.
The most important thing is that Lann's own body is also in a slow speed state at the moment, and he is not exempt from this slow world.
As a result, Lan En quickly restrained his chaotic energy and let the emerald light on his body dissipate. After attracting everyone's attention, he said to Iorveth and the dwarf who was treating his injuries:
"That person is me, Lann Lannister Leanne. And I saved you." Lann
looked at the frightened Iorveth: "And I am here this time to continue to save you, lest you bring your compatriots to a dead end."
It's a pity that no one listened to what Lan said.
The Scoia'tael were in disarray. Especially the elven swordsmen and halflings who were beaten twelve times by Lann on the top of the fortress felt like they were facing a formidable enemy at this moment.
"Human!!!"
"How did this human appear? Is he a warlock? But why is he wearing armor?" "
How did he find our camp?"
The Scoia'tael camp seemed to have blown the horn of attack. The soldiers who retreated from the battlefield once again showed their fighting spirit. Even the dwarfs with little fighting ability, facing the enemy in such a situation where they could not avoid it, took out their small weapons and showed their ferocious looks.
Iorveth began to think with lightning in his mind, and soon discovered a blind spot:
"Human, you let us go when we were in Haji Fortress, but you actually planned to use magic to track us and annihilate us! "
Iorveth was extremely angry. The shame of being calculated and his uncompromising belief in mankind made him pull out his weapon and rush towards Lann even though he knew he was invincible.
The form in front of me was a bit confusing and not suitable for conversation. But this was not beyond Lan's expectation.
Comparing his feelings, if Lann was suddenly surrounded by an enemy from before after being defeated on the path, his first reaction would be to draw out a big blade and chop it on the enemy's head.
Unless it's a ceiling-level powerhouse that Lan can recognize, like Mirror Master, who has the strength to destroy Lan's team. Then he might consider it and try to see if he can save his team by taking a roundabout way.
"Then let's beat him first, and then slowly ask the questions we want to talk about."
Lann didn't even draw his sword, he saw the right moment and kicked Iorveth's body.
This kick hit the chest, almost knocking Iorveth's breath away for a moment. Several elves scrambled to catch their captain, and then they fell to the ground together with the huge impact.
Lann picked up the dwarf who was treating Iorveth like a chicken and threw it out to prevent accidental injury.
Then he looked at the Scoia'tael who gathered around him and chuckled.
He can kill all these Scoia'tael with just his sword, not to mention that now he no longer has to deliberately hide his seal in order to gain favor in front of the Northern Army.
Just in time to experiment with new skills.
Facing the oncoming swords and flying stones, Lann did not dodge. He clenched his left hand in front of his chest, and the next second, a golden circular shield as thick as the earth enveloped Lan.
The golden shield was shining brightly, and countless attacks landed on it, causing waves of ripples. But those ripples caused by the attack were smoothed out in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
[Quen's Seal·Active Shield]
It was obvious that he was the one being attacked, but Lann only felt that power gradually surged up in his body, and he felt refreshed.
When I turned on the system, I saw that the health points that had dropped due to some minor injuries last night had been restored to full as if they had been refreshed. Correspondingly, his own mana value is constantly declining.
[Active Shield] can provide 360-degree defense without blind spots, and can also convert enemy attacks into health points to replenish the caster. Corresponding to this is the consumption of mana. The more and heavier the attacks it endures, the faster the mana will be consumed.
Lan mentally estimated the frequency and strength of these Scoia'tael attacks, and had a rough estimate in mind. This skill is far better than those warlocks' defensive magic.
Skill experiment completed.
Lan no longer gave the Scoia'tael a chance to attack him, and lifted the shield seal with a wave of his left hand.
The [Active Shield] did not disappear immediately, but quickly expanded to twice its original diameter in the blink of an eye, pushing out all the enemies that had just surrounded Lann in the form of a shock wave.
The Scoia'tael suddenly fell on their backs, and the encirclement immediately dissipated.
This is the special effect of [Active Shield], which is a bit like [Explosive Shield]. The only difference is that the caster can actively explode [Active Shield], while [Explosive Shield] can only be passively broken.
The only drawback is that the explosion is not far enough away.
The Scoia'tael three or four steps away just swayed, and the halflings ten steps away were completely unaffected and continued to throw stone slingshots at them.
Then change to an attack with a larger attack range.
"Is there something I should say at this time? For example, 'Feel the pain, Scoia'tael' or something like that." "
But it seems more appropriate for the Scoia'tael to say 'Feel the pain' to humans, right?"
Lan thought . The whims and thoughts in his mind flashed by, but the movements of his hands were not disturbed.
He slapped the ground with his left hand, but this time no purple magic circle was raised. Instead, an invisible and huge telepathic shock wave spread out 360 degrees around him with him as the center.
Shinra Tianzheng... No, it's [Alder Sweep]!
There was a "boom", and an impact that was infinitely stronger than the previous release of the shield was released in the camp.
It was as if a storm blew with Lann as his eyes, and the turf in the camp was lifted up. The Scoia'tael who fell on the ground rolled away for an unknown distance, and the lighter halflings and dwarfs almost flew up.
When they opened their eyes in confusion, they found that all the tents in the camp were gone.
"Human!"
Lann's initial kick was not heavy, but the force was very clever, causing Iorveth to fly far away. Therefore, the elf swordsman supporting him was also far away from Lann.
Five or six of them supported each other and bowed their heads in the storm. They actually withstood the impact and are still standing now.
Lann clicked his tongue, feeling that it was time to end the battle.
His eyes burst into emerald light again, and thick chaotic energy almost burst out from his eye sockets.
The world slowed down again in his eyes.
Marking down the positions of several people in his mind, Lan took a deep breath.
The next second, his body disappeared from the place.
A flash. Lann appeared behind the elf on Iorveth's left hand and hit the opponent with a heavy punch on the back of the head.
In the second flash, Lann appeared from the elf's waist in Iorveth's right hand, and kicked the opponent high off the ground with a single move.
Three flashes later, Lann's body was hanging in the air, and with one move, he landed hard on the back of an elf.
Then there are four flashes, five flashes, and six flashes. Each time a golden flash occurs, an elf will lose combat effectiveness.
In the last flash, Lan appeared less than a step in front of Iorveth, looking directly into the other's amber eyes with his cold lion eyes.
In the eyes of other Scoia'tael who fell to the ground, they only saw the terrifying human knight disappearing on the spot, and then there was a golden light flashing on the elves like a dance, and they all flew out in one breath. .
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