Chapter 332 Lannister, why don’t you kill me? !
Menno cannot be killed. In order to prevent the scattered Nilfgaardian cavalry from causing turmoil in the North, Lan has to leave this guy to gather the remaining troops and leave the North in order to catch them all in one fell swoop - this is the core strategy of this battle now.
Without sniping and killing the enemy's top commander, Lann still launched this raid. The purpose was actually to destroy those powerful siege equipment and the most important thing - the Southern Warlock who would represent the high-level combat unit. The troops were wiped out in one fell swoop.
Unlike other kings in the North who pathologically exclude dissidents, Lann knows the potential of witchers, warlocks, and even other inhuman races.
Lann himself is one of these advanced combat units, and he is still the best among them. He knows how much power can be unleashed by gathering these units. This is also the confidence that he has been able to show off in the north in the past, present, and future.
This is the insight beyond the times brought by him as a time traveler - not to suppress these "others" desperately, but to gather them together.
The bad public opinion environment created by other countries in the north can even give Lan an assist.
But in addition to Rann, there is another country on the continent that has a vision ahead of the times based on local people.
That's Nilfgaard.
The empire has long unified its internal views. For special people with extraordinary abilities, they do not suppress or force them, but absorb them into their own fighting system.
Among them are not only the warlock group, but also other non-human races including southern elves.
The previous Nilfgaardian Emperor even attempted to recruit Serpent Demon Hunters.
In the original history, Nilfgaard relied on a high-level warlock to summon a group of golems to defeat the Rivia army led by Queen Meve.
Of course, the empire's attitude towards those strange people who were unwilling to submit to the empire was also uniformly harsh - the destroyed Snake Sect's base camp, Gesweide Fortress, witnessed all this.
Nowadays, not to mention other combat units, Nilfgaard already has a more mature system for cultivating warlocks than the north: while the apprentices of Arethusa and Ben Ad are still chewing books, the southern ones Warlocks are ready for the battlefield.
Even if the Central Army Group did not send heavy cavalry, Lann felt that Livia could be defeated with just these three warlock troops and the golems.
In other words, Nilfgaard is the only country on the continent that can threaten Cintra in terms of high-end combat power.
This situation is not allowed by Lann.
He wants to keep all three groups of warlocks in the south here and deal a heavy blow to Nilfgaard's magic career.
Kill if you can. And if possible, capture the warlocks who can be recruited. After all, with such a high-pressure policy in the empire, there is always no shortage of young men.
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Jeron looked at the two sorceresses in front of him and murmured to himself: "Fringilla Vigo and Ashley Va Anahin, that's right, they are the sorceresses Lan asked me to capture. "
In the future, these two sorceresses will betray the Southern Empire, join the sorceress gathering established by the northern sorceress Philippa, and become colleagues with Yennefer and Triss. They will also become spies in the north, providing a large amount of information about the south to the sorceress gathering, making a contribution that cannot be ignored.
Even later, they would provide a lot of help when Geralt was looking for a girl.
Although Lan already has a plan to collect northern warlocks in the future, the more high-level warlocks he can recruit, the better.
Can be caught. As for how to make them loyal in the future, take your time.
While Jaylon was muttering to himself, Fringilla was irritated by the other party's careless attitude, even though Ashley, who had already opened the portal, was trying to pull her away.
Although the guy in front of him was not carrying a pair of swords or even wearing armor, there was nothing wrong with his eyes being that of a demon hunter.
"Witcher! Put your eyes away, do you think you are a Lannister?!"
Chaos energy gathered, and thick elemental energy poured towards Jeron.
Although he was clearly scolded, Jielong showed a happy smile, even with a little pride: "Ah... are you all afraid of Lann? Very good..." "Unfortunately, I am not
Lann." Face to face As the magic attack came, Jeron opened his hands.
His left hand seemed to be holding lava, and his right hand was holding the cold winter.
"I am his teacher."
Fringilla suddenly fell into a trance, and Ashley behind her pulled her harder.
She realized something was wrong, and tried to get into the portal behind her, but a [Magic-Blocking Gold Bomb] flew from nowhere and suddenly exploded.
Lambert put on a nasty smile, turned around and ran away - to avoid being affected by Jeron's spell.
While running, he took out two pairs of magic-blocking golden handcuffs from his lower back, planning to go back and collect the two heads later.
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On the other side, Lann pinched out the seal in his palm.
Although the absolute power of the seal is not as great as that of Jie Long, under the blessing of many factors, it can cause even more damage to the ordinary army.
[Igni Sign·Pyromania·Magic Explosion]!
The fan-shaped flames spread out and enveloped everything in sight, swallowing up several giant trebuchets and more than a hundred troops around them, releasing astonishing heat and screams.
Taking a deep breath, the magic power in the body quickly recovered under the influence of the potion. Lan En then appeared in the densest place with a flash of golden light, and then cast another seal with range damage.
Unlike the extraordinary troops he brought over, Lann instead ran into the ranks of ordinary soldiers, destroying siege equipment with his ice giants, killing engineers and other guard units.
They have a clear division of labor.
Whether they are demon hunters, warlocks, or dragons, etc., they can obviously suppress ordinary humans, but they cannot absolutely crush them regardless of their numbers and fighting methods. When one is carried away with one's complacency, one can easily be targeted and end up being hated.
For example, the siege crossbow is to the dragon, and the magic-blocking gold is to the warlock.
This is also the reason why Chaofan is still cautious about the army and even avoids it.
Lann is different from them. The energy he masters is more diverse. His current power system can cause a greater degree of crushing on ordinary people. In a certain sense, he has the ability to single-handedly reverse the situation of the war and even form an army with one person. Ability.
Lann brought his extraordinary troops to fight against the enemy's elite, while he eliminated factors that could threaten spellcasters, demon hunters, and his own monsters, creating an environment for them to run wild without restraint.
"My God!!"
The Nilfgaardians were almost deafened by the roar of the ice giant, but before their chaotic brains could recover, golden light flashed before their eyes.
Fire and ice immediately enveloped them.
"Lannister!"
A roar attracted Lan's attention. In such a chaotic battlefield, is there anyone who has the energy to spare the time to stare at him?
Lan looked back and saw that Marshal Mennonite was surrounded by his core bodyguards. A male warlock who looked like a high-level warlock and several warlock soldiers surrounded the marshal, resisting the attacks that flew in from time to time. .
Because of the original plan, everyone in Lann's team intentionally or unintentionally avoided Marshal Menno. At this moment, the protective force around him was unexpectedly complete.
The provocation was issued by Marshal Mennonite.
His idea is simple: the high-end power on his side is obviously suppressed by Cintra, but the "good news" is that Lannister is also here in person. So now as long as the Lannister is taken down in the form of "adversaries", these messy spellcasters and demon hunters will immediately have no choice but to be killed.
There is still a turning point in the battle! And the only chance is the lonely Lannister in front of you! High Warlock Fanhema strongly agrees with the Marshal's point of view.
As one of the three leaders of the Warlock Troop, he noticed that Lannister had not faced any Warlock or Golem since his appearance, but just sluggishly burrowed into the crowd of ordinary soldiers.
The Lannister must have been scared by Nilfgaard's warlocks before, so now they can only bully ordinary people!
Attract the attention of this last lion in Cintra, defeat him, capture him, and you can become the biggest contributor to turning the tide of the northern war!
"Lannister!"
Vanhemmar also imitated Marshal Menno and roared.
Fire magic, which was listed as a forbidden technique in the north, was unleashed during his chant, and a torrent of white-hot flames rushed towards Lann.
Just passing by at a low altitude, this blazing torrent of flames burned a blackened flame channel on the grass!
Fanhema saw that Lan had just used the seals of fire and ice. He was very confident that the other party's seals could not withstand his own skill.
However, Lann had no intention of confronting him. He just looked at Fanhema with a rather strange look, and then disappeared in a flash of golden light.
With a "roaring" sound, incandescent flames exploded at the location where Lan had just stood. A small black cloud actually rose up. The shock wave spread out and overturned a dozen Nilfgaards not far away. Soldier.
Judging from the power of this magic, Fanhema is still quite capable.
It's just that I was a little unwise in choosing my opponents.
The next second, golden light flashed, and Fanhema realized something was wrong and put up a protective shield in time.
But Lan appeared inside the protective shield and became the "protected object" of this defensive magic.
"Hey--"
The arc of light of the cold sword passed by, and the warlock without armor could strike with less effort than an ordinary soldier.
Blood splattered and soaked Menno's cloak. The marshal was also under the protection of protective magic, and only now did he realize what was happening around him.
Behind Fanhema, the warlock soldier who had witnessed the whole process of losing his leader let out a scream as delicate as a woman.
Menno took a deep breath. He didn't panic. He was a veteran officer with backbone. He could see the situation clearly now.
He was ready to die.
"Lannister!" Marshal Mennonite roared, drawing his sword and charging towards Lann.
With a "clang" sound, Lann raised the Lake Lady's Sword and blocked the marshal's condescending blow, without moving his arm at all.
He chuckled, unsheathed another black magic scimitar behind his back, and then began to spin around Marshal Menno as if dancing.
The supreme commander of the Central Army Group immediately lost sight of the enemy. It was obvious that the Lannister did not use that wonderful teleportation magic, but only used the pace of a sword fight, but how could it be so fast?
The golden and red sword light was waving continuously in front of his eyes, and the sharp wind blew against his armor. Blood was splashed extravagantly like a fountain in the royal garden, and screams kept ringing regularly in his ears.
"Plop", "Plop" and "Plop" sounded continuously.
Marshal Menno looked around blankly and found that all his escorts had been sacrificed in just a few breaths. The heavy plate armor on their bodies was as fragile as cardboard in front of the enemy's sword.
"Ah——"
Another scream rang out a few steps away, and Marshal Menno followed suit. This time, the warlock soldiers who had lost their leader and escaped were executed.
The poor magicians can't even open the portal, they can only use their feet. Naturally, it is a level that can be caught up with a single thought.
The marshal saw the Lannister pull the sword from the chest of the last man. As if sensing his gaze, he turned back and sneered.
Then the golden light flashed and disappeared.
The blood sprayed by the "Tick Tock" escort dripped from under Marshal Mennonite's armor.
【Why don't you kill me? 】
"Crack!" The Black Sun Commander's flag behind him made a crisp sound and fell to the ground, raising dust.
"Why don't you kill me?" Marshal Menno's expression changed from dull to shocked, and then turned red with anger.
"Lannister! Why don't you kill me!!"
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"My God!!"
The ice giant threw a huge anchor, and even the thick city wall was able to be pierced by his attack.
And this time it fell into the Nilfgaard Demonic Golden Archer Group, and the result is naturally needless to say.
In addition to attacking, the ice giant's huge body also attracted the most arrow firepower and magic attacks, creating an excellent fighting environment for Lann's teammates.
Able to fight, resist, and also taunt, he is really a super support who serves as the main C!
With a flash of golden light, Lann appeared on the shoulder of the ice giant, and the originally violent giant suddenly became quiet.
He looked out at the fighting in all directions from a high place.
Almost all the warlock troops have been killed, and those who should be arrested have been handcuffed. When the extraordinary troops are finished, he can open the portal to return to the rear.
The big picture here is decided.
Lann patted the ice giant's neck.
"Let's go, run back, and dig into the Nilfgaardian cavalry camp from behind."
"We are needed more there, and that is the battlefield I really choose for you."
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"Oh my God, this It's Yarpan!" Shani exclaimed, "I know him. He was the first dwarf to follow Lan. We once went to Cowburg together!" "Shut up,
Shani!" Tie Xiu scolded his students. He said, "No matter who the patient is, don't be disturbed from using your medical skills. Do you understand?" "
Answer me loudly. Do you still remember the trick I taught you? Shani!"
"Use red threads for red ones, and yellow threads for yellow ones." Yellow thread, white thread..."
"That's no problem." Iron Rust answered decisively, "Now help me cut open the dwarf's abdomen. We may have to remove some colon or spleen. Then you might have to sew up his liver. Dwarves have thicker muscles than humans, so you have to use more strength, got it!" "
...Yes!"
Just before the doctors struck the knife, the pain suddenly allowed Yalpan to regain some consciousness from his coma.
"Who won?" The dwarf's eyes almost bulged out, "Is the battle still going on...Who won?" "
Brother." Iron Rust bent down toward the open, bloody, and pulsating abdominal cavity, "Instead, I'm you, and this would be the least of my concerns."
(End of Chapter)