Chapter 200 I have already planned your death, so I am not allowed to advance.
The timeline where Lan is now is still very early. Theoretically, the Scoia'tael has only started in a small area and has not yet swept across the North. The Scoia'tael at this time They should still be serious "guerrillas", with no more than a hundred people in number. Who gave them the courage to attack the Haji Fortress with a large army stationed there?
Just as Lan was thinking this, his keen ears suddenly caught a trace of movement other than human shouts.
He suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
The moonlight was dim and could not see anything.
Without hesitation, Lan took out the magic potion [Cat] from the [Inventory], bit open the wax seal and drank it all.
All the colors in front of him faded away in a breath, like a black and white photo, but the lines gradually became clearer, giving Lan an outline of a whole new world.
There are dark shadows approaching from the horizon, dozens of them at a glance. There were the fork-tailed dragons, griffins, and other similar subspecies that Lan had encountered.
And beneath these flying monsters, several figures kept running away - no, not "escape", but conscious "lead".
The faster ones rushed into the military camps around the fortress and splashed liquids and powders that Lan couldn't scream;
as for the slower ones, they were torn to pieces by the monsters on the spot.
"Are they the Scoia'tael?"
The demon hunters of the Snake Sect stood behind Lann. Veins popped out on each of their faces and their pupils were bright. They had obviously drank [Cat].
"I'm just telling you why we encountered fork-tailed dragons and ghouls at the same time on the road before. It must have been their fault."
Kolgrim crossed his arms and watched as a Scoia'tael was hacked to death with random knives, but he tried his best at the last moment of his life. Throwing things around.
"What a terrible group of dead warriors - I bet the things he threw out contained things like cow and sheep blood and rat grass."
Oakes added: "Maybe there was also some monster flying in the sky. Egg white."
Lann did not comment leisurely: "Something is wrong. They summoned the monsters in such a big way to create some commotion at most, but they can't shake the army here at all. But now they are in such a desperate posture, obviously There is something else in it."
"The moon is dark and the wind is high, causing chaos." As a professional assassin, Leisuo gave his professional opinion, "I think this is all preparation for assassination." Everyone in the Snake Faction heard this
. nod.
With a "rumbling" sound, the soil on the edge of the military camp suddenly rolled up in huge amounts.
In the eyes of all the demon hunters, a tall, thin, decayed, and ancient body slowly walked out of the dense forest.
The monster looked like a strange tree that had come to life, with its trunk densely covered with bark lines; but the tree-like body had limbs and anthropomorphic body curves, and even tatters. clothes on it.
It had a weathered apron wrapped around its waist, a hemp rope randomly wrapped several times as a belt, and a few skulls of unknown animals as decorations.
There is also a human skull on its shoulder. Young shoots like sprouts sprout from the eye sockets of the skull, firmly connecting the ornament to the body.
The most terrifying thing is that the monster's head is actually a complete and huge deer head skull, but it also has strong antlers.
The aura of vitality and decay enveloped the body at the same time, making it look strange and depressing.
Lann's eyes, which were strengthened by the magic potion [Cat], became even brighter.
The soldiers in the military camp heard the noise and rushed towards the monster in a group, but they were unable to form an organized response.
Whether it is an infantry formation or a cavalry formation, it is difficult to deal with a monster that can fly into the sky and escape from the ground, and can make horses go crazy with a roar.
As night fell, the archers could not effectively suppress the monsters with long-range attacks. On the contrary, some monsters that hunt at night appear more ferocious under the shroud of darkness.
The armies of the four countries lack sufficient experience in dealing with monsters. They will definitely be able to annihilate these monsters after paying some price, but before that they need to pay enough lives as tuition.
"Go help!" Lann thought for a moment, then turned around and ordered.
"House, you come to lead the team. We are small, hide behind the large troops, don't be too active. Shoot a few arrows from a distance, let the soldiers from other countries stand in front, and be smart." "I only have one request,
I I want the mutation-inducing substance of that 'deer-headed spirit'!"
"Yes, sir!" The attendants and soldiers responded loudly. They would not hesitate to fight for what the count asked for, even if it cost them their lives.
"That's not an ordinary 'deer-headed spirit'." Lei Suo suddenly said, "Looking at the size and the power of the spells, it's an 'ancient deer-headed spirit'! The decoction made with it can strengthen the seal. It's not a star, it's really suitable for the Griffin School."
"I must get it for you, sir!" The subordinates became even more excited after hearing Lei Suo's words.
Lan nodded with satisfaction.
"One more thing." Lan said suddenly, "Just deal with the monsters. Don't get involved in the fight with the Scoia'tael unless they take the initiative to show their weapons to you." "What do you think?" Leisuo also had the same idea
. He has a good political sense, but rarely thinks about issues from this perspective. At this time, Lann's order gave him some ideas.
"They are useful to me." Lann replied simply, "Very useful."
After saying that, Lann drew out the Sword of the Lake Lady and strode out of the door.
"Where are you going? Won't you go hunting with us?"
"I'll go see the king that the Scoia'tael are going to assassinate first!"
"Do you know who the Scoia'tael are going to kill?"
Lann chuckled: "Who else can it be? "
...
" Ask for help, ask for help quickly, there are enemies. Protect the king!"
A guard wearing a unicorn crest rushed to the top of the fortress desperately, intending to send a signal to his comrades stationed at the border to come to rescue. monarch.
But then he was suddenly kicked away by a foot.
The owner of this foot has a pirate-like beard, and angry fire flashes in his small thief-like eyes.
Lord of Kaedwen, Henselt.
"Idiot, it's just the Scoia'tael and the monsters they summoned! There are armies of the four nations stationed here! Now asking for help, do you want to admit defeat to the Scoia'tael! Do you want to make Kaedwen a laughing stock?" "Your Majesty!
" The guard knelt down with a pop, "The situation is critical, your safety is the most important!" The
loyal guard wanted to give advice to the monarch, but an arrow flying out of the darkness suddenly penetrated his neck. The huge impact sent him flying, almost bending his spine.
"Bang——"
The dull sound of the bow string being loosened echoed for a long time. As soon as you heard the sound, you knew that this was definitely a strong bow.
"Your Majesty!" A guard who reacted quickly threw Henselt to the ground, and the next second there was an arrow on his back.
Pointed-eared Iorveth emerged from the darkness.
He seemed to have endless exertion. Seeing that there was no way to kill Henselt quickly, he immediately turned his target towards Henselt's guards. He quickly killed the third and fourth people, and then a knight set up his shield and came towards him.
More Scoia'tael took advantage of this opening to climb up. The Scoia'tael is organized into a twelve-man assault group, and there are three groups with thirty-six people in front of them.
"How is that possible? There are heavy troops guarding the fortress. How could you sneak in through such a tight siege, damn Scoia'tael!" The
knights with Kaedwen were furious.
Indeed, even if the small troops brought by Lann and Queen Miwe are not counted, the Haji Fortress has armies from the four countries stationed here and is heavily guarded.
But it is precisely because there are enough armies of the "four countries" stationed there that they have a lot of dissatisfaction with each other. The armies of different countries focused more on defending against the armies of kingdoms that were also human beings around them. They never thought that a new force would come.
In addition, the Scoia'tael have been lying in wait here for a long time and even arrived earlier than most of the participating countries. They have a clear understanding of the surrounding terrain. At this moment, they actually reached the top of the fortress through the commotion.
The knights of Kaedwen made a prompt decision: "Blow the trumpet and ask the other kings in the fortress to support us!" "
Woo--"
The rear was asking for help, and there were already Scoia'tael and guards standing in front.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured that these Scoia'tael will not disturb you anymore." The knight turned back to Henselt and assured Henselt firmly, "And now -"
He turned around and shouted towards the king's escort, his voice The sound of horns and fighting sounds changed for a while:
"Everyone, now is the time for us to fulfill our oath!"
"Oh!!!"
The Scoia'tael party outnumbered the king's guard, but they had more light armor; the human side This is all covered by full armor, and the charge is unscrupulous.
"Swish, swish -"
Arrows continued to shoot from the direction of the Scoia'tael, and most of them were blocked by the thick shields. When a knight was about to rush towards Iorveth, he suddenly felt his helmet shaking wildly, and severe pain and dizziness surged up at the same time.
A round stone about the size of a fist drew a graceful parabola around the shield and directly dented his helmet.
The halfling pitcher at the rear of the team loaded his slingshot non-stop without having to aim at all, and soon another stone shot came out of the chamber.
Halflings are weaker than dwarves in stature, but they have throwing talents that they cannot match. Stone bullets may not fly as far as bows and arrows, but within ten steps or so they can have an effect that cannot be ignored.
Even if the opponent is a knight in full armor.
The second stone hit the previous depression again, causing the charging knight to fall to the ground on his back. Iorveth took advantage of the opportunity and pulled out the dagger, stabbing it accurately into the gap in his helmet.
More Scoia'tael crossed Iorveth and fought against Kaedwen's soldiers, with swords and swords flashing and flesh flying everywhere.
Seeing that something was wrong, Henselt panicked and tried to escape, but suddenly he tripped. Looking down, he saw the body of a Henselt guard.
The king angrily kicked the things out of the way, looked up again, and suddenly found that the only way ahead was blocked by two elves. The hatred in those four eyes almost turned into blood and spurted out.
"Whoosh--"
The arrow struck.
Henselt's favorite thing on weekdays is to personally hunt down inhuman races. Years of fighting have given him a good reaction speed. The first time he saw the elf, he rolled over on the ground with his head in his hands, and he narrowly avoided the vital point. There were only two more "decorations" on the thick armor.
After getting up, the king panicked and looked for guards to protect him, but found that all the guards and knights he had brought with him were already dead.
At this time, there were only twelve members of the Scoia'tael left.
The sullen king took a deep breath and straightened his back, unable to tolerate being embarrassed in front of an inhuman race.
Knowing that he could not escape, he suddenly drew the sword from his waist:
"If you want my head, come and get it yourself, damn Scoia'tael!"
Iorveth pulled out the weapon from the fallen knight without saying a word, His feet moved together, and he rushed towards Henselt like a cheetah.
However, no king in the north was destined to die tonight.
Because someone doesn't allow it.
Once Henselt dies, Kaedwen will be in chaos without an heir. Once Kaedwen is in chaos, the momentum of the North's unity towards the outside world will immediately be released, and the results of this northern negotiation will be in vain.
So no matter how much Lan hated Henselt, and even made plans to deal with him in the future, he still had to take action at this moment.
Henselt could not die, at least not now, before Cintra was recovered.
He could only die if Lann decided to let him die. And Henselt's passing will surely kick off a new drama.
Looking at the two Scoia'tael blocking the door in front of him, Lan sighed, raised his left hand slightly, and made a gesture -
[Alder's Seal]!
The fluctuations in mental power turned into a solid wall that kept advancing, pushing the two elves out in the air, and Gululu spun around on the ground several times.
They were suddenly attacked, but after the impact was rolled away, the experienced elves quickly stood up and drew their swords on guard.
The seal didn't seem to cause much harm to them, which was also the result of Lann not having murderous intentions.
As for the Scoia'tael, Lan also had something he wanted to talk to them about.
Although not now.
.........
In the eyes of the two elves who had just stood up, a blond knight wearing gray-black armor rushed out of the darkness, his aura was like a lion's. They drew their swords to face the enemy, but they were all sent flying by the knight's sword.
The field of vision suddenly became wider. In front of Lann, Iorveth of the Scoia'tael was raising his sword high towards Henselt, the hatred in his eyes seemed to have turned into reality.
Lan flipped his left hand and took out the crossbow from the [Inventory].
Squeeze the trigger lightly, and with the blessing of the [Marksman] talent, the arrow bites the high-speed blade with precision like a snake, deflecting Iorveth's inevitable blow.
The steel collided, and the crossbow shaft shattered under the tremendous pressure. Sharp wood chips flew everywhere, leaving a bloody wound on Iorveth's cheek.
"Human!"
the Scoia'tael roared angrily.
Lann rushed forward quickly like a predatory beast, the Lake Lady's Sword in his hand flashed with golden light, and with a light spin, he opened a medium-deep scar on Iorveth's waist.
But where no one could see it, the chaotic magic power in Lan's body jumped slightly and flowed into the body of the Scoia'tael leader along the rune sword.
This is the mark used for the [Teleport] skill. It can not only teleport the marked person to Lann's side, but also bring Lann to the marked hiding place.
After doing all this smoothly, Lann raised his foot and kicked Henselt aside unceremoniously.
The sound of "Woo" was heard, and Lan tilted his head to avoid a frighteningly large stone. This was a halfling's sneak attack.
He raised his hand and firmly blocked Iorveth's second sword. With Lan En's current physical strength, the elf's slash in front of him was not much heavier than the strength of a half-grown boy.
"Human!!"
Seeing that the evil king who massacred the inhuman race was about to be beheaded, Ran suddenly appeared and ruined the good deed. The remaining Scoia'tael members rushed towards Lan as if they were desperate.
Lann sighed, if he took the life of the Scoia'tael with his own hands now, it would be difficult to talk about it later.
So he deflected the tip of the sword and changed it from a slash to a slap. The spine of the sword hit Iorveth on the shoulder and knocked him back, leaving a gap for his next movements.
Holding the Sword of the Lady of the Lake in his right hand, Lann reached behind his back with his left hand again and pulled out the [Alice] scimitar that had been transformed into a lion's head hilt.
This behavior shocked the elves who came forward in front of them.
This person actually wants to dual-wield long swords?
The Scoia'tael are fierce and powerful, and Rann is also frighteningly powerful at the moment. Facing the large number of Scoia'tael, Rann is determined to use force to extinguish their anger!
.........
Facing multiple enemies, the best way should be to use the terrain and positioning to form a one-on-one situation.
But Lan En did the opposite at this moment, lowering his head and running into the crowd as if seeking death.
Touch your feet, twist your hips, turn your shoulders, wave your arms -
[Spiral Sword Dance]!
The golden light of the rune sword was mixed with the red light of the black magic scimitar, which was particularly dazzling on this rare night when the moon was not visible.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang--"
Lan En kept spinning, constantly drawing his sword, and moving around among the crowd.
Unlike the previous sword dance where he could easily avoid the enemy's weapons and hit the vital points, Lann's every sword this time was almost a head-on collision with the enemy with a steel-level weapon.
With the blessing of his current huge strength, even a light slash with a long sword is like a heavy blow with a giant axe. Every Scoia'tael who comes face to face with him is like being struck by lightning, and retreats repeatedly. They need to slow down for several breaths before they can strike again. Roar and attack.
In this way, Lann stabbed dozens or hundreds of swords with dazzling light and shadow special effects, and the sound of steel colliding continued to sound.
During this process, not only did no one on the scene die, Lann even had the leisure to use the force of the collision of weapons to spin faster and faster, and draw his sword faster and faster.
On the other hand, the Scoia'tael party was gradually struggling with the constant collision of weapons. Many halflings who were harassing the edges with short weapons could no longer grasp their weapons after two or three hits.
Iorveth on the side was dumbfounded. He was a commanding talent, and his strength could only be described as outstanding, far from being a superman.
Did he actually just fight a swordsman like this and survive?
Iorveth thought absurdly, but his calm mind quickly brought him back to his senses. When Lan was actively "held back" by his companions, he cast vengeful eyes on Henselt.
The sound of a long sword breaking through the wind suddenly sounded, and Iorveth raised his sword to block it as a reflex, blocking a red scimitar.
Lan seemed to have discovered Iorveth's intention, and unexpectedly rushed out of the crowd at some point, especially with enough energy to attack Iorveth.
Not only that, seeing Iorveth being involved by him, Lann actually waved his hand and attacked repeatedly in order to prevent him from attacking Henselt again. The storm of blades forced Iorveth to retreat continuously, until he reunited with his companions from the Scoia'tael.
Then – keep turning!
"Clang, clang, clang, clang--"
The whirling sword dance continued to envelope the ten elves and two halflings, and the beating was so vivid that the blood of the listeners boiled.
[What is this human knight doing? What is he doing? Is he playing tricks on us? ]
Iorveth roared crazily in his heart.
But the commander's sense made him calm down quickly, and he recalled that if the person opposite had killed him, he would have died more than once.
Such a calm, courageous, and powerful knight cannot be someone who likes toying with enemies. A swordsman who likes to play with cats and mice will never have the chance to grow up and will die in a corner of a battlefield or in a dark alley.
Then there is only one answer. The opponent is holding back, and he wants to let himself and others go.
Why? On a battlefield of this level, why would a human knight risk his life to spare the Scoia'tael who assassinated the king?
Iorveth couldn't figure it out. But he didn't have much time to think. The footsteps of the army gradually came behind him. It was obvious that support from the kingdom was coming.
He had to make a choice: should he take the opportunity to show mercy to the swordsman in front of him and retreat, or should he continue to assassinate Henselt regardless of life and death?
"Squirrel Party!"
The roar of the soldiers came from the darkness, and the knights wearing different heraldic armors rushed over together. First Aedirn, then Lyria and the United Kingdom of Rivia, and finally Redania and Temeria.
Then they were stunned by the scene of Lann beating ten.
"Retreat!"
Seeing this, Iorveth knew that the situation was over and gave up the mission decisively.
It happened that they had reached the edge of the fortress platform with Lan's help at this time, and immediately retreated along the way they came after giving the order. With the help of the rope, he disappeared into the darkness after a few ups and downs.
Then, a series of loud and sharp whistles, like the cry of birds, sounded in rhythm around the Haji Fortress. More slender figures rose and fell in the darkness, running away from the military camp towards the forest, leaving only those monsters still fighting with the army.
"Lan!" Queen Miwe, who once again put on her gold-encrusted armor, strode forward and ordered her knights to surround Lann to prevent a sneak attack by the Scoia'tael.
"How are you? Are you injured? Where are your demon hunters? Where are your attendants? Where are your soldiers?"
Lann shook his head, took two breaths to calm down, and inserted the [Alice] scimitar back into the knife with his backhand. Sheath, leaving only the Lake Lady's Sword that attracted everyone's attention.
"I asked them to help the soldiers below. Normal people have no experience in dealing with these monsters, which will only increase casualties. But my people are barely experienced." (End of
Chapter)