Chapter 323 The Lioness of Sintra!
When the princess of Cintra arrived on the battlefield riding a wind-like war horse, the balance between the two fighting sides was immediately broken.
The people of Cintra were visibly panicked, and their originally steady fighting style suddenly became violent. Each of them could not wait to get rid of the enemy in front of them and defend their princess to prevent the enemy from hurting their princess first.
The Nilfgaardians are even more confused. The discipline of the mercenary group was not as good as that of the Cintra City Guards. Most of the people who had barely formed a tacit understanding to fight against the enemy suddenly disappeared, and almost all of the people on the periphery of the battle group came towards Ciri.
The target of the mission came by himself!
This was a hard time for the mercenaries at the front. They were under great pressure from the Cintra people who were suddenly desperate for their lives, while their comrades behind them were all beaten and ran outside.
What's more important is that if the Sintra people on the opposite side were not too difficult for them to leave, they themselves would also want to capture the princess!
As for the Gray Owl in the crowd, he was completely crazy.
It was not enough for him to direct all the Nilfgaardian elite members to rush in the direction of Ciri. He also ordered in the direction of Bonnard:
"Bounty hunter, catch the lion cubs first, catch the lion cubs first!"
For the gray forest owl, For him, it didn't matter whether he won or not in this battle. As long as Ciri was in hand, he would immediately use the magic contact device to communicate with Vigefortz and teleport himself back.
Bonnard turned a deaf ear to the cries of the gray forest owl. His eyes were completely fixed on Cohen, and his offensive became more and more fierce.
However, the chaos of the Nilfgaardians gave the people of Cintra an opportunity to take advantage of it. Without the obstruction of the imperial elite, the city guards immediately intervened on the battlefield and gathered around the three commanders.
An enemy of this magnitude was invincible even with superb martial arts skills like Bonnard. Seeing this, he could only look at the gryphon necklace on Cohen's chest reluctantly, cursed secretly and disappeared into the crowd.
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It must be said that the effect of Ciri's appearance was very immediate.
At this moment, facing the mercenaries and imperial soldiers rushing towards her, Xili slapped Heifeng on the neck regardless.
"Black Wind, charge!"
The atmosphere of the battle has long made the war horse impatient. It completed the transition from stationary to charging at an astonishing acceleration. Like a chariot, it swept the two mercenaries in the lead like rag bags. Usually hit and flew out.
The bumpy horseback was far inferior to Kaer Morhen's balance beam and big pendulum. Ciri held the reins steadily with one hand, rolling around on the saddle like a petrel in the storm, so nimble that she could control it with one hand. The stabbing sword continued to emit little bits of cold light, blooming blood flowers on the enemies missed by the black wind.
Seeing this miserable situation, the mercenaries tried to knock Ciri off the horse with spears and bows. However, just when they showed their attack, they were hit on the back of the head with the hilt of the sword of the Nilfgaard elite behind them. superior.
"Catch the lion cub alive! Don't hurt her!"
Everything went as Xiri expected.
This should have been an easy job for the Nilfgaardians, just catching an underage princess.
But none of them thought that they were facing a lion.
Whose princess is like this?
Under such completely unfair fighting conditions, Ciri actually used the black wind to attract most of the enemies out of the battle, charging and stabbing them. Then he relied on the speed of the black wind to make an astonishing loop and drove into the remaining half of the enemy.
"Black Wind!" Xili screamed loudly, and then stabbed the enemy's neck with a sword, "We are so powerful!"
The horse snorted disdainfully, lowered his head and accelerated again.
The last enemy was crushed to pieces by the horse's hooves, and then the vision suddenly became clear, and only the nervous Cintra people were left.
After observing the princess's intention from a distance, the city guards immediately went crazy and killed the entangled enemy in front of them at the cost of their wounds, and then quickly retreated, waiting for the princess to pass through the enemy and protect her.
But Ciri did not step into their protection. Instead, she pulled the reins and turned her back to her soldiers, so that they could only see the silver-gray hair, the fluttering griffon cloak, and the exquisite outfit. , bloody armor.
Cohen and the others also gathered around Xili. House and Levin looked at Ciri on Black Wind's back in disbelief. If it weren't for the wrong height, they almost thought the Lion had temporarily returned from the eastern front.
Among the Cintra people further back, the eyes of some veterans were even more emotional.
The enemies who were driven in a big circle by Heifeng and Xili and then dispersed gathered again. The target was right in front of them, and their eyes were already red.
The gray owl tightly grasped the silver box in his arms. After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't start it. Instead, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "That's Cirilla, little lion, catch her!" With a "swish" sound, a box came out
. An arrow flying from nowhere suddenly pierced the gray owl's collarbone, causing him to fall to the ground immediately.
Looking at the suddenly panicked enemy, Xili chuckled. She waved the swallow-headed stabbing sword in her hand, but she did not point it at the enemy, but raised it high above her head like a flag.
"Nilfgaardians! I heard that you have been looking for me." It was dark night, but the stabbing sword seemed to be shining, "I am Cirilla Fiona Aeron Lealen, Cintra Princess!"
"I know you gave me the title of 'young lion'... Ha!"
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It looks so similar.
The back image and temperament are more like.
There are retired veterans among the city guards. They should have been old enough to take care of themselves, but they still chose to pick up the sword again when the country was about to survive.
At this moment, they looked at the bloodline of Cintra in front of them. Even the armor on their bodies was almost exactly the same: chain mail lining, a white robe on the outside, large and thin shoulder armor, a red waist guard and a deer. Straps made of leather.
They remembered that they once had a queen who took over the throne from her deceased father when she was fourteen years old. Then she ran around in the turbulent country. At the age of fifteen, she went to the battlefield for the first time and won the victory. Victory, leave a legend.
That battle was at Hauchebuz, and the enemy was the Nasser.
The figure standing in front of them back then was almost exactly the same as now.
And they were almost as excited as now.
What did the figure from behind say to them at that time?
...
"I am the lioness of Cintra!"
Ciri waved the stabbing sword in her hand fiercely: "People of Cintra, charge with me!"
"For Cintra! For the lioness!" the veterans shouted The same slogan as back then!
Heifeng took the lead and took the lead, riding Juechen, directly smashing the enemy's hard-working front line. The people of Cintra followed Ciri in like crazy, and the Nilfgaardians could no longer stop them.
"Steady! Steady!" The gray owl got up from the ground, covering his wound. He was wearing thick armor, which saved his life.
Looking at the figure on horseback, "Catch the lion cub...grab the lioness...whatever, catch her!"
The sound of "rumbling" sounded, and the gray forest owl followed the movement and looked in panic. , only to see three boulders taller than a person rolling towards him and others from the building on the side as if they were conscious.
And behind these three boulders, more well-equipped Sintra people ran out.
They were urban guerrillas. Each of them had an alchemy backpack strap hanging on their body, and the alchemy bombs inside were empty.
They finally finished dealing with the monsters in the town and came to support!
"Enter the enemy from behind!" the Gray Owl shouted sternly, "Hold on! As long as we catch Cirilla, we can..." With
a "swish", the Gray Owl, who could not learn a lesson, was attacked by Milva again. roll call. This time the female archer took aim a little longer, and the arrow penetrated her neck.
So the Tawny Owl died.
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On the roof on one side, Regis flapped his wings to stabilize his body.
Even as powerful as he is, after such a strenuous exercise tonight, he still has to take a breath before rushing to the next one.
But looking at the battle situation in front of him, he seemed to feel that there was no need to take action himself.
"It's incredible." Regis sighed for the first time tonight. "Even if it's Ancient Blood...how old is she? She's still a princess!" "Are your
Cintra princesses always so brave? No one else is going to stop him?"
Beside the vampire, bright emerald flames lit up from a poster, revealing Alice.
She looked at the bust of Xili on the wall, and then at the portrait of a lion-like young man next to Xili.
"Cintra... there is no shortage of leaders who take the lead, and they have long been accustomed to such leaders."
Regis sighed: "What a magical country... Then, I can't let the people of this country Too many people were killed and injured."
The vampire disappeared from the roof like a gust of wind.
It was as if the black form of a giant bat descended on the battlefield, becoming the last straw that overwhelmed the Nilfgaardians' sanity.
He dragged two minions into the air at a time, then released his left hand from a high place, letting one of them fall while screaming; then he stabbed the other with five nails comparable to a long sword at the same time, smearing the other's blood. to himself, spreading the shrill screams to every place on the battlefield.
So back and forth.
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With a "bang", another mercenary was knocked to the ground by gravity, and blood and flesh turned into raindrops, dripping on the body of the troll.
The trolls that have always shown themselves to be honest and honest in the town of Blochlon have finally shown that they are strong enough to be classified into the [Ogre] category in the illustrated book.
"Protect, home!" The three giant beasts roared, and their attack was unstoppable.
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Keen suddenly felt the blockage in his body suddenly lighten up, and some suppressed things were released.
The effect of [Magic-Blocking Gold Bomb] has finally passed!
Raising his hand to apply a layer of [Quen's Seal] on himself, he called on the surrounding city guards to defend him again, and then drank a bottle of [Tawny Owl] to speed up the recovery of magic power.
Open your palms and let the flames burn within them again.
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Ciri felt that there were more and more people from Sintra around her, because there were fewer and fewer enemies now.
The black wind was fast and its momentum was strong, enough for her to move freely among the stragglers in front of her.
Suddenly, the mercenaries wearing fancy armor disappeared, and Cintra's guerrillas carefully trained by the witchers appeared in front of Ciri.
They attacked the enemy from two different directions and were reunited in the enemy's chaotic formation.
"The Lioness of Cintra!"
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Milva took a deep breath and drew the bowstring.
She had shot so many arrows tonight that the leather thumbs used to protect her fingers had been worn away.
The current battlefield no longer requires her sporadic support, but there is a problem that has been bothering her.
Where did the bounty hunter who fought against Cohen, House, and Raven alone go? - The
crouched psionicist Kenna shivered suddenly. She raised her head in panic, and happened to face the bounty hunter Leo Bang. Nader’s dead fish eyes.
"The lion cub is indeed unexpected, and the gray owl guy is even more unexpected. Such a team can be defeated inexplicably." "
You are quite smart. You have been hiding here from the beginning."
His beard was like a catfish It was stained with blood and minced meat, and the weapon in his hand had long been replaced by a standard lion-headed long sword snatched from someone's hand due to the broken blade. Although he was out of the battlefield, his murderous aura remained unabated.
"Shh... don't talk, madam, I know what you are planning." Bonnard put his index finger on his lips, "You are a psionicist, a rare talent. Even if you become a prisoner, you are the most valuable one. , right?"
"Don't worry, don't worry... I'm not going to do anything to you. I respect everyone's choice. You see, I'm very reasonable, right?" "
But before that, I need you to help me a little bit. Busy. You have always been the most cared for in the team, and I think it is time for you to play a role." Bonnard stretched out his hands,
holding a silver iron box in his left hand with complex inscriptions and Bloodstained; in his right hand, he held a clay pot with a six-pointed star cork, with more complex inscriptions and more bloodstains on it.
"The Cinderella Owl promised me enough reward for the rest of my life, but now he has left early." The bounty hunter shrugged, "So I had to find another person to pay, and the warlock was very generous."
" I...I'm a psionicist, not a warlock, and I don't know magic. I can't use this magic contact box..."
Kenna gave the same answer as when the Gray Owl asked her before.
The next second, the bounty hunter stretched out his hand like lightning and grasped the arrow pierced on Kenna's shoulder. He rotated and pressed down little by little in the woman's frightened eyes.
"Listen, psionicist, you're not the only one who can read minds, do you understand? I've met your kind and exchanged them for money." "Ah... no,
stop... ah!"
"They were too. Screaming like you, I always miss it." The bounty hunter threw the silver box on Kenna, "But I hope you can give me enough reward like them, okay?" He briefly
said Taking his hand away from the arrow shaft, the psionicist put his hand on the magic contact box as if he was exhausted.
After a wave of chaotic energy, a distorted, non-human voice came from the iron box.
"Tawny owl?"
"No." Leo Bonnard licked his lips, "This is a bounty hunter."
"...Really? I understand." A thoughtful voice came from the box, "You Have you met Cirella?"
"Of course, she is about fifty yards behind me, riding a horse to kill people... I have to say, this lion cub is really exciting! She is riding a really good horse!" "Very good." Silver
Box Suddenly shaking, the voice coming from inside became urgent, "In addition to this communication device, I also gave the gray owl a clay pot. Find it, and then put it together with this communication device." (This
chapter over)