Chapter 33 Dryad
Lann clearly remembers that in the original plot, there was such a troop sent by King Verdon to attack and kill passers-by and put the blame on the tree spirits. They always hinted to Geralt in and out of words: tree spirits kill He went to find Ciri and the baron.
Even if they are not actually dead yet.
In the end, they were killed by the witcher Geralt, the druid Mossak, and the dryad.
So when Lan saw the scene clearly, he immediately understood what was going on. I have no intention of trusting them, and I have no intention of letting them go.
The black wind was extremely powerful.
If he were a normal knight, he would be very happy to set up his lance and his horse and smash everything in front of him.
But Lann is not good at riding a gun, and he couldn't master it in a year. He doesn't need it.
The lion-like knight drew his long sword on the horse, and with his belt arm, he almost swung the entire upper body and the sword out.
The short, fat man had a horrified expression on his face, and he obviously didn't expect that Lann and the others would suddenly launch an attack.
Before he could draw his weapon, his chest was split open by the oncoming sword light. The sword blade penetrated the short and fat man's body horizontally from the chest and abdomen, emerged from the back, and split the shoulder by the way.
Rain of blood suddenly sprayed all over the sky. Viewed from behind, the short, fat man looked as if he had been chewed hard by a beast named "Sword".
At this time, only Verdon's soldiers barely reacted and drew their weapons in an attempt to confront the enemy.
After cutting down one person, Lann's momentum continued unabated. A soldier roared and rushed towards him, brandishing his weapon, waving his spear in an attempt to knock Lann off his horse.
Lan tilted his body to pass the attack, and stabbed the sword into the body of another Verdon soldier like a spear. At the same time, let go and let the impact force pour into the opponent's body, while also preventing your own wrist from being injured by the reaction force.
Black Wind roared excitedly. It was a war horse, not a captive pet. The sound of swords clashing and the smell of blood made it go faster.
With a "bang", the soldier whose lower body was pinned under the horse had his head crushed like a watermelon by the black wind. At least his suffering was over.
Three kills in an instant.
Originally, we had fewer people than the other side, but in one encounter, the other side killed three of them. All the dead died in horrific circumstances. At that moment, the last two people in Verdon's team turned around and tried to escape.
"Idiot, he has no weapons, get on!" the slant-eyed soldier shouted.
His shouting was not unreasonable, but what made more sense was their speed. None of the Verdons still standing could run without a horse.
The two deserters tried their best to stay away from the battlefield, but Lann, who was riding the Black Wind, passed by the two fleeing men and easily broke through the phalanx of Verdon soldiers, blocking their retreat.
At this time, the attendants and scouts also rushed into the enemy camp on horseback, and began to have a close encounter with the Verdon soldiers in front.
Lann got off his horse and rushed towards the two deserters. What he is better at is actually fighting on foot.
"He has no weapons." A soldier facing Lan muttered in a low voice, and then shouted to cheer himself up, "He has no weapons! Ahhh!" This
is a rare swordsman, but his swordsmanship Really not good enough, at least not good enough to face Lan alone.
Even in plate armor, Lane's agility surpassed that of anyone present. He stepped forward to close the distance, stretched his right arm forward and struck at the opponent's hands holding a sword, weakening the power of the opponent's slash. The left arm was passed directly towards the opponent's sword edge.
With a clang, the specially thickened arm armor firmly blocked the opponent's sword. Immediately afterwards, Lan started to kick, and the foot wrapped in steel greaves kicked directly between the opponent's legs. The chain armor could not protect this place.
The poor soldier's eyes suddenly bulged, and he instantly lost the strength to hold his weapon. Lan easily grabbed his sword, held the hilt upside down and cut the opponent's throat with his backhand.
Lann weighed the weapon in his hand. He thought it was not as good as his own, but he could still use it.
At this time, there was only one Verdon soldier left in front of Lan, and Lan had a sword in his hand.
Coincidentally, this soldier was the one who had laughed at Lann in a low voice before.
"Do you know now why I am the fighting champion?" Lan asked.
The soldier thrust forward with red eyes and a spear in hand. Lan flicked the tip of the gun lightly with his sword, stepped forward to close the distance, split his torso from top to bottom, and then swung it from bottom to top, leaving a bloody "X" on his body. .
Looking back, there were only three enemies left on the field struggling to hold on.
The squinting soldier had long realized that something was wrong. He kept fighting and retreating, relying on the cover of his comrades to run to the horse.
Ace took advantage of the opportunity and shot a soldier through the throat, leaving only two enemies on the field.
The squinting soldier shouted to calm the horse, but the horse was too frightened and refused to obey the command. He gritted his teeth and forced himself onto the horse. He was really good at riding, and in this situation he could still cling tightly to the horse's back.
A soldier was held open by two scouts with long spears, and then his throat was slit by Levin with a dagger.
Brochron, the young man who knew the forest best, murmured softly: "Trees are chopped down with axes, and dryads will never chop down trees, idiot!" The
only surviving Verdon soldier was the squinting soldier.
The horse refused to run, so the slant-eyed soldier gritted his teeth and shoved the dagger into the horse's butt. The horse was in pain and started running wildly in no particular direction.
"Idiot, this is not the direction, don't run into the forest!" the slant-eyed soldier shouted.
Seeing that the opponent was trying to escape, Ace smiled contemptuously, drew his bow and aimed at the target.
"Stay alive," Lan reminded.
At this moment, an arrow screamed out from the dark forest, drawing a long and slow arc. It seemed to be gliding slowly in the air, the arrow feathers swaying lightly in the wind. Until the moment of impact, the speed and strength did not increase at all.
The feathers of the arrow were made of pheasant feathers, dyed yellow with the soup made from the bark of the tree; the arrowhead was made of unknown material because it was buried in the throat of the squinting soldier.
The owner of this arrow obviously didn't want the cross-eyed soldiers to invade the forest on horseback.
The impact caused the deserter on horseback to fly backwards, leaving the horse alone to run into the forest. In surprise, Ace let go of his hand holding the arrow, and the arrow flew out, completing an unexpected alley-oop. Unfortunately, the arrow originally aimed at the hip and leg missed the target and was nailed to the chainmail where the enemy's shoulder and back were connected. The arrow didn't shoot through, and the mail armor was really good at preventing it.
The slant-eyed soldier hit the ground on his back, with his back on his back. There was only a muffled sound, and the tip of the arrow embedded in the iron ring was pressed into his body by a combination of multiple parties, and his chest and back immediately began to bleed.
All of Verden's soldiers were wiped out, but the team's vigilance only increased.
Just because of the arrow that suddenly appeared, because another invisible enemy appeared in the forest, a more powerful enemy.
Levin shouted loudly: "It's the tree spirit!"
Ace angrily set up another arrow and aimed into the forest. He was extremely embarrassed that he failed to complete the count's instructions.
"It's okay, Ace, you don't need to live anymore." Lan comforted, looking into the depths of the jungle, "We have something better now."
(End of Chapter)