Chapter 320 Why is the small town of Blochlon so crouching tiger, hidden dragon?
It wasn't that Cohen was scared. On the contrary, having such a strong teammate by his side suddenly gave Cohen an inexplicable sense of security.
So he replied to Regis' question: "Of course. If possible, I also hope that I can call you 'Regis' directly." Hearing this, the high-level
vampire showed a gentle look on his bloody face. Smile: "That's my pleasure."
He was so polite.
After greeting each other, everyone and the vampire will continue to devote themselves to the process of hunting monsters and protecting the town.
In Cohen's eyes, Regis's face gradually became distorted, the human-shaped bones became smooth, the upright body became rickety, and the pharmacist's hands extended into claws more ferocious than any beast.
"I have seen the introduction of [Chimera] in some books about monsters, but they have never introduced it from the perspective of 'hunting'." Regis's voice also became rough, "Cohen, I I was wondering if you could give me some advice on the Chimera's weaknesses that might make my job easier."
Regis obviously wanted a weakness like "Troll Mantis fears sound waves."
But Cohen looked at the Chimera that had just been knocked down from mid-air by Regis. The opponent's neck had changed from a "fountain" to a "brook gurgling".
"With all due respect... you don't need their weaknesses anymore, that kind of thing will hinder your hands and feet." "
Okay." Regis shrugged, and the crows around him began to flutter their wings, and a few stopped. On his shoulders, something seemed to be communicating.
Seeing that Regis was about to fly away again, Cohen suddenly remembered something and suddenly reached out and asked.
"Have you seen Alice? I haven't seen her since the chaos just broke out. I'm a little worried..."
Regis showed a thoughtful expression: "Alice... Oh, you mean the one who uses miracles to A beautiful lady who exists in the form of a girl?"
"I just saw her [possessing] a chimera in the sky, and then controlling the giant beast to fight with her own kind. But then she seemed to have discovered something strange, and immediately It turned into a will-o'-the-wisp and disappeared."
Cohen asked doubtfully: "Something strange?"
...
In a hidden building, several swaying figures looked out along the door.
If someone lights a candle, they will find that these are new faces that have never appeared in the town of Blochlon.
They appear in the town along with these monsters, except they are very hidden.
"Damn it, what are these things?! How can Brochiron Town hide so much combat power!"
Gray Forest Owl cursed viciously: "Even if there are basic city guards and demon hunters, why is there such a thing? Do Skelliges and inexplicable monsters?"
"Are those three rolling over just now trolls?" "
And what's with the crows flying in the sky? Is it Druid's magic?" "
Pull these people out. At least it's enough to form another brigade! Aren't the people of Cintra fighting on the front lines? What's the point of leaving so much combat power behind for a princess?!" The Gray Owl has often lost control of its emotions since leaving Nilfgaard
. But because he was in the middle of an infiltration plan, he had to control his voice no matter how angry he was.
This caused him to become more depressed the more he vented his emotions.
Behind him, there were nearly a hundred people crowded into this small room.
Although crowded, this place was secluded and safe, which was the effect of Wilgefortz's wish for a long roll of parchment.
Bounty hunter Bonnard touched the three demon hunter badges on his chest and licked his lips impatiently: "It's fortunate that the warlock gave us so many monsters, otherwise we number one hundred people might not It's not enough for them to fight."
Then he laughed eerily twice: "Gray Owl, what should we do next? Sneak in to find our lion cub?"
The Gray Owl glanced at Bernard with some dissatisfaction. , turned to the side and asked the psionicist who closed his eyes and felt the surroundings: "How is it? Is it a good time to go out now?"
After a while, Kenna relaxed her brows and withdrew her almost instinctive telepathy: "That warlock chose for us. A good place, no one else nearby, very hidden."
"Can you find Cirilla?"
"I don't know what the other person's thinking is like, I can't locate it." Kenna shook her head, "But if you can catch I can read a few Cintra people from their minds." The
Gray Owl nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, let's set off!"
The atmosphere in the team became solemn, and more people breathed a sigh of relief - finally It's time to get out of this crowded place.
"...Wait a minute, I have a question!"
The gray owl's hand had already hit the door, and a discordant voice suddenly sounded from the team.
Bonnard interrupted: "We don't know what a lion cub looks like."
"Idiot!" The Gray Owl was annoyed by this undisciplined mercenary. "Silver gray hair, there is only one person like this in Cintra! And! Will the princess be dressed the same as ordinary people? Will she be unrecognizable?!"
Bonnard shrugged: "If I were a princess, I would definitely put on some disguise for myself when I was attacked from behind, even if I didn't. You should at least change your hair and change your clothes."
This sentence actually makes some sense. The owl stared at Bonnard for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.
He stretched out his hand and tore off a poster from behind Bonnard: "This is Cirilla, remember it clearly!"
Bonnard looked at the thing in his hand and involuntarily whistled in appreciation. On it, a bust of Cirilla is beautifully painted using oil painting techniques, with the slogan "Make Sintra Great Again" written next to it.
Right next to the wall where the Tawny Owl tore off the poster, there was a promotional poster of the same style with a bust of Rann and the words "The Lion Leads Us to Victory".
Not just the hut where they were hiding, there were two similar posters plastered almost every ten steps in the town of Blochlon. This kind of propaganda material with the portrait of one's own leader as the theme is very common in the rear areas of various forces. It is very effective in strengthening the people's cohesion and improving the morale and combat effectiveness of the troops.
It's just that the painting skills of these two portraits are too high, and it is a waste to use them for posters of this level.
"Then I have no problem." Bonnard held the poster in his arms: "Let's go!"
This mercenary group built by Vilgefortz with a lot of money mixed with Nilfgaard's elite team quietly They left this crowded hut, the whole city was fighting and burning, but the place where they were was calm, and all the monsters avoided them.
The owl couldn't help but touch the pottery vase in his arms. It was so wonderful!
But they didn't notice that just after they left, the eyes of Lan's portrait suddenly moved in the promotional poster on the wall.
The eyes in the painting were slightly tilted in the direction they left, as if watching them leave.
…
"That's them." Alice pointed at the sneaky team of gray forest owls and said to the people behind her.
Even in such a chaotic night, the soul in the painting seems to exist in another space, showing an ethereal and elegant temperament that is distinct from the environment.
She had gone through a lot of battles tonight and killed several monsters in various ways, but even so, there was still no wrinkle on her plain gothic dress.
After all, she is a soul.
Milva was beside Alice, looking seriously at the team sneaking forward in the darkness not far away. Her eyesight is very good and she can see far away at night even in weak light.
"The leader is an elite team sent by Nilfgaard, with the goal of capturing Ciri. There are also more than a hundred people in the mercenary team, who seem to be hired by a warlock." Alice shared her information
. The team's secrets had long been discovered by her.
"I'm sorry, their team is equipped with a lot of silverware and magic-blocking gold, and they seem to have professions similar to warlocks. I can't cope with so many people..." After sharing the information, Alice
said apologetically.
With her panel attributes and special abilities, she can calmly face monsters in the sky that can defeat a hundred monsters.
But when she encountered a truly well-prepared team of a hundred people, she had to avoid their edge; instead, she asked regular human troops like Milva to help, which could only serve to convey information.
"It has been of great help, Ms. Alice. If such a team is allowed to roam in the darkness of Brochlon, I don't know how much trouble it will cause." Milva took out the longbow behind him and gestured the distance, "Excuse me. Let's go look for House and Levin. I'll keep an eye on this side first."
Alice nodded, turned around and disappeared into the dark night into bright emerald flames.
In addition to the town guerrillas led by Cohen, the three members of the lion pride, Milva, House, and Levin, each led a team of city defense troops to guard the town of Blochlon and protect Ciri.
It was already a great shame to be inexplicably mixed in with so many monsters this time. Unexpectedly, even Nilfgaard's team appeared now. You must know that this is the northernmost rear area of Cintra!
Milva gritted her teeth and made a few gestures, and the city guards behind her immediately surrounded the Nilfgaardian team in the dark. She herself moved nimbly between the rooftops, looking for high ground and bunkers to prepare for the battle.
"Damn it!" Suddenly, Milva stopped and cursed while looking in the direction of the Nilfgaardian team.
It turned out that the location where the Gray Owl and the others were teleported was too good, too hidden and too safe.
And such a secluded and safe place is naturally suitable for use as a retreat route.
All the people of Cintra who were able to hold weapons mustered up the courage to fight in the face of the huge evil beasts at the front, but there were still a large number of children and women who were protected by the city guards and retreated to Brochlon Forest, looking for The dryads in the forest provide temporary shelter.
There are also many students from Niubu among them, and not everyone has Shani's courage.
This team was about to collide with the Nilfgaardians.
The current situation is obviously too late to wait for House and Levin to come over. This battle must be fought now!
Milva took a deep breath and began to adjust her posture. Her eyesight was really good, and she easily spotted a few people in the mercenary team who were obviously dressed up.
Without saying a word, Milva opened the long bow, and the sound of the strings making people feel sore at the teeth was heard. The body as strong as a female leopard stretched out under the moonlight.
"Whoosh——" "Whoosh——" "Whoosh——"
...
"Mr. Coroner!" Psychic Master Kenna suddenly stopped and warned the team.
Imperial Coroner Gray Owl immediately stretched out his hand to signal the team to stop, and showed an inquiring look at this woman whose importance was equal to that of everyone else in the team combined.
"I feel a big wave of chaotic thoughts - right in front." Kenna frowned, showing a troubled expression, "There are women and children, they should be retreating townspeople... and about ten more The soldiers are protecting their retreat."
"Great, are you sure that the young lion's information is exactly what you need to read the soldiers' thoughts, right?" An elf from Nilfgaard said with a gloomy face.
As an elf, he served in Nilfgaard as a scout with military rank. This is why he is particularly cruel to his enemies. It is unclear whether it is because the opponent is an enemy of Nilfgaard or simply because the opponent is a human.
His relationship with the rest of the team wasn't great anyway.
"Our whereabouts cannot be exposed. How about surrounding us, killing all the women and children, capturing as many soldiers as possible, and then digging out the information we need from their heads?" These murderous words
made Kenna couldn't help but frown. She looked around, but everyone else nodded in agreement with the elf scout's words.
"Excellent suggestion." The Gray Owl lowered his voice and pointed at the elf scout and said, "Then it's up to you..." "
Whoosh——" "Whoosh——" "Whoosh——" Before he could finish
his words, Gray Forest Owl said The general who was about to be dispatched suddenly had an arrow on his head. The huge kinetic energy brought the opponent's handsome elf face to bend, spraying blood and breaking the opponent's neck.
With a "pop", he fell to the ground, and then there were sounds of falling to the ground one after another.
"Enemy attack! Archers!"
At this moment, he no longer cared about concealing his whereabouts. After issuing a warning, the gray owl retracted into the crowd like crazy. The mercenary holding the shield nervously raised his shield in the direction of the arrow, but found Not to the archer's position.
"Whoosh——" "Whoosh——" "Whoosh——"
The arrows struck like a volley of beads, and each shot could take away a life.
"Kenna, where are the enemies? How many of them are there!"
The psychic master was sweating profusely: "I...I can't feel anything! That archer is very far away, farther than ordinary archers...wait a minute. , more people are coming!"
...
Milva's sneak attack kicked off the battle, and the city guards under her command also charged towards the Nilfgaardians.
Archers are expensive, and all those who can go to the front line go to the front line. Milva is the only archer in this army. However, the mercenary team included many experts in using bows and even crossbows, and they immediately adjusted their direction after seeing the charge of the city guards.
Seeing that the city guards were about to suffer casualties before they came into contact with the enemy.
This is not okay.
Milva took a deep breath.
Then she narrowed her eyes: "Then come on!"
She rushed out of the bunker to expose herself to the sight of the Nilfgaardians, straightened her back and stood in an archery posture, like a marble statue - one holding a bow. Amazon female warrior.
"Whoosh -"
Milva let go of the bowstring.
One of the mercenary archers flew back and hit the wall hard with his back, and a blood flower like an eight-legged octopus spurted out from the wall.
"Whoosh——"
The second archer fell to the ground like a cloth dummy, and a mixture of blood, water and brains splashed all over his companion.
"Whoosh -"
Another crossbowman who looked like a half-elf arched his back and fell from the commanding height he finally found, leaving him on the cold ground.
"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" "
We found their archer!" A sharp-eyed mercenary shouted, "Great Sun, she is only one person! And she is a woman. ..."
The next second, an arrow was embedded in his neck, completely blocking the unspoken words in his throat.
More archers tried to move towards Milva, but the female archers stood too far away, far beyond the shooting range of these archers. The bows and arrows came down like hail, but they could only hit the walls around Milva, mixing the wall with dust. Dust flew down.
(End of chapter)