From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 107 Everyone Shouts the Lion in Victory ([-] words)

For what happened in Sintra these days, the history books of the northern border have a proper term to name it:
"The Sintra Massacre".

Lann sneaked in the path on the edge of the city wall, and when he encountered a small group of soldiers, he let them die without making a sound.

Lan En was still worried that if he encountered refugees, he would hinder his progress. He couldn't do nothing but he didn't want to be dragged down in his search.But then he found out that his worries were unfounded.

Because there are no refugees in the capital of Sintra.

The city walls of the capital are full of holes, and soldiers in black armor are running around inside.

Most of the southeast corner of the castle collapsed, and Lane knew that place. Mossack and Ciri usually had classes in that room.

Dust, gravel, and bricks spread around this room and a certain point in the center of the city wall. Obviously, a shocking explosion was experienced there.

He obviously came too late, and all the fights that should have been done have already been done.

After realizing this situation, Lan found an opportunity in the alley to kill a team led by a Nilfgaardian officer with a cloak, and simply disguised himself with the cloak of the Black Sun.After all, his current attire and appearance are too conspicuous, and he doesn't want to disturb the thousands of Nilfgaardian soldiers who are still cleaning the battlefield in the capital.

Fortunately, the armor of the Griffin school on his body is silver-black. Although there is a clear difference from the black armor of the Nilfgaardians, it can still be a little confusing when the cloak is reincarnated.

He first went to the Lannister family's mansion, which was already empty, and then he went to the path next to the castle, trying to find some clues.

According to the original book, Lann remembered that Ciri would be intercepted and killed while fleeing under the escort of the royal guards, and would be kidnapped by a black-winged helmeted knight named Kasha.Fortunately, during this process, Ciri would suddenly awaken the blood of the ancients and escape, and then dressed as a vagrant in the suburbs and was adopted by a merchant.

In the end, she will meet Geralt under the guidance of fate, and follow the white wolf to Kaer Morhen, the base camp of the Wolf Faction, to learn the skills of a witcher.

And that black-winged helmeted knight had something to say.Lane remembered that he would pester Ciri repeatedly in the later stage, and after Ciri learned martial arts from Kaer Morhen, he would almost kill the black-winged knight.Later, when Geralt formed a girl-hunting team, he would join in. Geralt repeatedly drove him away and let him go. In the end, he would die at the hands of a skilled swordsman.

It can barely be regarded as a character who has been washed and washed in the later stage. This kind of character Lane estimated that the original author wrote in the direction of a dying tool man when he created it.

Lane now only hopes that there will be no accidents in the process.Don't be surprised by your own retainers.

Then, he saw Sward's body.

Lane stepped forward quickly.I saw that my former sword attendant was now wearing the armor of the royal guard. Apparently, a lot had happened during this time. There were more than a dozen large and small sword wounds on his body, and the fatal wound was a penetrating wound on his chest. It's drained now.

There was also a blade-width hole in the wall not far behind him, apparently he had been nailed to the wall by the enemy.

He closed his eyes, and there was a relieved or relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.What was his last thought?
Lan covered the hideous wound on Sward's chest with his hands, and said in his heart: "Follower, contract."

He was still thankful that he didn't spend a skill point he had just upgraded, but the system seemed to be stingy about keeping this skill point—nothing happened.

Lan hesitantly opened the item bar, which could display the names of the items he came into contact with.

【Corpse】

Not even a name.

The lion-eyed demon hunter no longer had any hope in his heart, he was unwilling to put the servant's corpse into the inventory like an item.He put the body on Heifeng's back effortlessly.

"Steady in a while." He instructed softly.

The horse also knew the sword attendant, Heifeng snorted softly, and walked as smoothly as possible.

Lan continued to look around the battlefield. This alley was already blocked by densely packed corpses of soldiers and horses. It was obvious that a great war had taken place here.The bodies of Nilfgaardian soldiers far outnumber those of Cintra, and it is evident that each one of them fought valiantly.

At this time, Lann suddenly saw a cloak-shaped thing with a very familiar color on the ground. He picked it up and shook it, and it turned out to be the fur of the big griffin that he had hunted with half his life.

The whole piece of reddish-brown fur is enough to cover Lan En's whole body, and the length hangs down to the middle of the calf, which matches Lan En's height very well; The black feathers were specially treated with a special potion, retaining the appearance like a lion's mane, which is also the origin of the name "Griffin Beast".

The only fly in the ointment is that the stitches on the cloak are a bit messy, obviously the person who sewed the cloak is a beginner.Strictly speaking, she could even be criticized for wasting this fine fur.

It was Ciri, there was absolutely no other person in the entire Sintra Palace who dared to handle the fur of a giant griffin with this kind of needlework.

The soldiers who were in a hurry to complete the task did not have time to take away this piece of fur, and the big soldiers who came to search the battlefield later might not recognize the preciousness of this piece of fur. Give Lane the chance to find it.

Lane shook the dust and footprints on it.The witcher's senses, turn on.

Many mist clusters of various colors formed by pheromones surrounded the cloak. Lann focused his attention on the densest cluster above, and then there was a guide sign connected by red mist filling the alley in the air. middle.

This red mist was divided into two in mid-air. One line was more densely colored and extended towards the front of Lan, pointing to the north gate of the capital of Sintra; If you walk this road, you will reach the war zone in the capital.

Why are there two paths?

Lan En was puzzled, and suddenly he saw Heifeng's ears move, and the horse immediately raised its head to be alert.Immediately afterwards, he also heard a slight sound of footsteps and conversations coming from the direction of the battle zone.

"Did someone see a man walking in here wearing a baron's cloak just now?"

"Absolutely right, my lord, that man is still holding Cintra's war horse, there is nothing wrong with that!"

There is a way in heaven, you don't go.

Lan En counted silently in his heart: one, two, three... eleven, a small team of about the same size, with dull footsteps and armor, but no horses, all infantry, no big problem.

Soon a group of black armored soldiers appeared in sight.Lann hadn't turned off the witcher's senses at this moment, and what surprised him was that the officer leading the team was surrounded by a thick red mist.

And in the place where the red mist gathers the most, there is a leader dressed as a low-level officer, with a black backpack on his back, and a lion-headed sword hilt and a crystal-embellished swallow sword can be vaguely seen inside. handle.

"That's him!" a soldier yelled after seeing Lane.

The leading officer at the bottom level sneered, "Ha, it really isn't our armor, where did your cloak come from..."

Before the man finished speaking, he was taken aback by Lan En's lion eyes that suddenly raised his head, and took a few steps back.

Lann took off the baron's cloak behind him, raised his hand to let the big griffin's cloak cover him, the hood was pulled down, the steel sword was unsheathed, and the lion's mane fluttered.

Before doing it, he comforted Heifeng, and then helped Sward on its back.

"You took my stuff...a lot of stuff!"

…………

That group of Nilfgaardian soldiers was fleeting without any moisture.

After confirming the breath on the "Swift", combined with the cloak of the great griffin, it is possible to completely confirm the direction of Xili's escape.

What disturbed Lan was that there was an aura on Sward's lion-headed silver sword, and this aura was simultaneously stained on the lion-headed silver sword, the cloak of the great griffin, and the swift sword.

And this breath is very strange.

Lane is on his way here on horseback.

On the other side, Ciri and Geralt formally rendezvous.But their current situation is definitely not suitable to go directly to Kaer Morhen, and finally they still walked towards Brokiron according to Mossak's plan.

Instead, he ran headfirst into Fringilla Vigo and Cassirr.

According to the current marching route of Nilfgaard and the form of the northern border, anyone with a bit of strategic vision can infer that the princess will definitely flee north, not to mention that Cassirer and the others are directly following Ciri all the way.

At this time, there were only five warlocks around Fringilla Vigo, and they all passed the teleportation array to the front of Ciri's team.

At this time, Xili and his team passed through the city guards and the local troops gathered along the way, and the number of them has exceeded a hundred.For Fringila and the others, there was a faint threat.

My family knew their own affairs, and the warlock troops behind them were all eliminated from the two major academies, otherwise they would not have been reduced to participate in Nilfgaardian military training, losing the dignity of a mage.

Warlocks rarely go to the battlefield in person, and even if they do, they mostly play a supporting role.What's more, the group of them had already consumed a lot of mana when they faced Mossak just now. No matter how trained the warlocks were, they couldn't compare to the knights who had been trained since childhood.

Only the most reckless young spellcasters would choose to face each other head-on. The lethality of a warlock is reflected in all aspects.

In order to stop Xili and his party, the mountain next to a path that must be passed collapsed under the magic of the warlock.

In order to prevent Xili from being injured, Fringila did not choose to use the avalanche to directly attack Xili's troops, but blocked the way Xili and the others were advancing. Take the day.

In less than half a day, the hunting troops led by Cassirer and the others had already arrived.

Cassirer ordered: "Signal!"

The loud arrow, swaying bright red all the time, rushed into the air, attracting the attention of nearby Nilfgaardian soldiers.

A group of travel-stained sailors carefully avoided the horseshoes on the road, and suddenly they were attracted by the sound and light in mid-air.

With a single sword, Lan bowed the head of the last member of the Nilfgaardian cavalry in front of him, and there were already many corpses scattered around him.He wiped the blood from his face with the water bag he snatched, and looked up, just in time to see the rattling arrow.

"found it!"

Heifeng galloped with all his strength, the mutation of the demon hunter made his stamina and speed far surpass any war horse in the world, an ordinary person might not be able to open his eyes on Heifeng's back.

Lane had already encountered many Nilfgaardian soldiers along the way, and inevitably had a lot of fine wounds on his body.It's really cool to fight magic power and France and India, but the reality is not in the game. When doing missions, you can meditate for a day anytime and anywhere. At present, Lann's main combat method is to use the sword.

Because of the big explosion in the castle, he knew that he would definitely encounter Warlock in this battle.

He took out a wine bag snatched from the Nilfgaardian officer, took a sip of strong wine, and the strength suddenly surged up from his stomach.

[Gourmet], a skill that restores health slowly and persistently through food, activates.

The pain from the wound on his body began to slowly subside.Lann didn't pay much attention to it, but in front of him, the sound of shouting and killing and various sounds of lightning, thunder, flame, and wind rang out.

The battlefield immediately came into view.

The black-armored soldiers rushed to the besieged corner with their weapons in hand, and the soldiers of Cintra were struggling inside.Among them, the most powerful royal guards were no longer seen. All the guards were killed and injured in the battle to defend the city.

Some of them are even city guard soldiers who have just been trained for a few months, as well as local temporary conscripts, whose morale and combat power are extremely low.

Looking at it from a distance, thousands of troops definitely surpassed Nilfgaard's pursuers in terms of strength, but they were severely suppressed in real combat, and only one or two hundred people could play a role in the battle.

Geralt the White Wolf rushed to the front line without any dispute.Surprisingly, it was Ernes who followed closely behind. The vigorous old butler wore a chain mail and robes with the seal of the lion. He rode through the crowd on horseback.

Lann suddenly remembered that the old butler seemed to have said that he had been on the battlefield with the old Lannister, and that he was also the one who taught Lannister martial arts in his childhood...

At the back of the Sintra camp, Ciri tried her best to stay at the back of the team so as not to cause trouble to everyone, while Ace pulled a dozen city guard armored soldiers and kept covering the six warlocks standing on high places with bows and arrows .

There was a protective shield covering their bodies, and waves of ripples continuously appeared under the shooting of bows and arrows.The leading female sorceress didn't make a move, she just frowned and looked at the two fighting parties below, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Ace roared as he opened his bow: "Suppress them, the warlock will not be able to use magic to attack after opening the protective shield! If they free their hands, we will be over immediately!"

Lan nodded in agreement, agreeing with Ace's fighting instinct.He hesitated with his hand behind his back, and finally drew out the silver griffin sword.

"Hei Feng, jump up!"

Hei Feng, who was running wildly, first bent down to gather strength for a breath, and then kicked his hind hooves to crush the stones he was stepping on, and his whole body rose into the air. If there was a river in front of him, he could easily cross it at this moment.

The rapid running and the final leap gave Lan En a huge initial kinetic energy. He just gathered the Griffon Silver Sword over his head, and thought to himself: It's time to find a way to practice bows and arrows, or get a crossbow here also.

The silver sword came out like a hand axe, spinning and flying towards the place where the warlocks were, piercing through the protective shield like a bubble, and gouging open a warlock's body.

A companion next to him was sprayed with blood all over his face, stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted mournfully: "Demon Gold!"

In the next second, there was an arrow on his head, and Ace shouted excitedly from below: "Very good, continue! It's just a warlock, and Sintra's sword can...huh?"

The arrow attendant suddenly saw the black steed landing from mid-air, and the blond knight on his back, and his eyes widened suddenly.

The Nilfgaardian soldier at the back of the team heard the sound of horseshoes behind him, and before he could turn around, he was trampled on by the falling horseshoe, almost breaking into two knots.

"Niflgaardians!"

Lann rode his horse into the infantry camp, and took out a lance from the inventory in a flash in his hand. Without any skill, he just relied on the impact and strength of the black wind to grind forward!

One, two, three, the corpses on the lance were strung together, and in the blink of an eye, Lann's single-handed carrying limit was exceeded, and Lane let go of the situation.At this time, Heifeng still had momentum enough to escape, and Lane avoided the horse from being encircled and chose to get off the horse and prepare for a foot battle.

When he turned over and got off the horse, several swords slashed at him at the same time, like a piece of paper splitting on a stone, leaving no trace.

Immediately afterwards, Ran's steel sword was unsheathed, and it pierced the heart of a person in front of him like lightning.Then he twisted his wrist and manipulated the blade to dig a big hole in the human body.Immediately afterwards, he reached into the hole with his left hand, made a strange gesture, and the mana value jumped rapidly——

【Alder Seal】!
The huge impact pierced through the backs of the Nilfgaardian soldiers' corpses, bringing up a shower of blood and pieces of flesh, which blinded the soldiers in front of Lann so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

Lan En thought to himself, if [Bone Biting], which can create frost, has already been ordered, wouldn't the eyes be covered with ice cones?
I was joking in my heart, but Lann was not slow in his hands.Shen shouldered into the crowd that was temporarily blinded. At this time, facing enemies that were several times his own, there was no other better choice——

[Whirling Sword Dance]!
The steel sword harvested the lives of the surrounding soldiers like mowing grass, and denser red raindrops swayed among the crowd.

Adrenaline soared in the body, the sword in his hand became lighter and lighter, and the slash he swung became heavier and heavier, and screams and muffled sounds continued to ring in his ears.

After a few breaths, Lann suddenly felt a lightness in his hands, and stopped his hands with a slight panting. Looking up, there were the stunned old housekeeper and House in front of him.

He actually smashed through Nilfgaard's infantry formation from back to front.

"Who is that? Who is that?" The Nilfgaardian hastily stepped back to distance himself from Lane. Cassirer, the officer in the black wing helmet, reined in his horse, which was restless due to the arrival of the black wind, and asked his surroundings loudly. people.

"Young Master?" The old butler asked with tears in his eyes, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Lann raised his head and smiled for the first time in a year: "It's been a long time, Ence. You can never say that I'm a fool."

Standing behind Enns, House suddenly shuddered. He saw Sward's body on Heifeng's back, and couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore. He only felt that he had something to inherit.

With red eyes he cried aloud: "Niflgaardians! Before you stand: The Return of the Dead, The Lion-Rider of Poetry, Lord of Brokilon, Lion of Cintra - Rann Lord Lannister Ray Allen!"

"careful!"

Geralt suddenly yelled not far away, and Lann rolled subconsciously after hearing the reminder, and then a bolt of lightning suddenly hit the place where he was standing before. He looked up, and a short-haired sorceress was beating lightning in her hand.The warlocks behind her danced their magic together, and a staircase suddenly appeared on the unclimbable height, sending them behind the soldiers.

Now that Lan and the others have the magic-blocking gold weapon, it is not suitable for warlocks to stand on high places as targets.

Lan recognized the leading female sorceress with short hair, Fringilla Vigo, who had appeared in the game, one of the sorceresses who knew Geralt well in the future, and she would give it to Geralt after he lost the wolf badge. One of its necklace badges, which can cast illusions, played a vital role in Geralt's final battle against the BOSS that kidnapped Ciri.

"Geralt, can you find a way to persuade the sorceress opposite to surrender?" Lan walked to the white wolf and discussed in a low voice.

"Although many things happened in the year you disappeared, none of them included the incident of 'I became friends with the sorceress opposite'."

"Tsk." Lan twisted his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Did you do something to be sorry for me?" Geralt gave Lann a strange look, and then his eyes stayed on Lann's lion pupils and the griffin badge on his neck for a while, and said:

"I won't ask you what happened now, but—why didn't you use [Quin] when you rushed into the crowd to fight?"

Lan En was silent for a while, pinched the seal with his left hand, a golden light flashed on his body, and the upper body was sealed with a defensive spell.

"Hush." ​​Just as Lan and Geralt were communicating in low voices, Cassirer behind the Nilfgaardians shot a few more command arrows.

"Reinforcements are coming soon, we must not let them go!" Cassirer yelled, "It's just another freak with yellow eyes, and there's only one of him!"

The well-disciplined Nilfgaardian soldiers looked at each other and reluctantly formed a new formation, but they seemed to be frightened by Lann's momentum of killing the whole formation by himself before, and stopped for a while.

Fringila sneered, waves flashed in her hands, and the warlocks behind her also began to mutter, a magic attack was about to strike.

Lan En turned back and shouted: "Ace, the rain of arrows covered them, and you stared at the leading female sorceress!"

After Lann finished explaining, he rushed towards the warlock phalanx aggressively.

Dozens of arrows rose from his back, and the warlocks had to stop the spells in their mouths to prop up their protective shields to resist this wave of attacks.

Lan En rushed forward, a Warlock took advantage of the gap between the rain of arrows and walked out of the shield and threw a ball of lightning at Lan En, but Lan En rolled and dodged it. The Warlock's eyes widened when he saw this scene.

Afterwards, Lann used a sword dance to scatter several Nilfgaardian soldiers who were blocking the way, and the black-armored soldiers dared not block the way any more.

Lan's eyes were completely unobstructed, and he had already entered the vicinity of the warlock troops.

Swinging the sword, the magic defense cover shattered.

An arrow came across the battlefield and pierced Fringilla's head.

However, not a single drop of blood flowed out. Lan's eyes widened. It was an illusion!
As expected, in the next second a surge of power poured down on Lann's side, instantly shattering his Quin seal and sending him flying far away.

Lan En rolled a few donkeys on the ground to relieve his strength, dodged the soldiers who wanted to sneak up, got up and danced with his sword to force the enemy back, and spit out a mouthful of bloody foam.

He took out the wine bag from his waist, and drank like no one else in the center of the battlefield. The soldiers who tried to attack him just now were killed by the sword dance, and no one around him felt close to him.

"You can't be so distracted on the battlefield, witcher. Why don't you try to find out where I am?"

The magic fluctuations in Fringilla's hand flickered, and her voice still came from that phantom.

Lan wiped his mouth, threw the wine bag aside, and said expressionlessly: "Your magic is really exquisite, I can't see through your illusion."

"But I've heard a saying - use magic to defeat magic."

Lann stretched out his left hand, and his magic power was halved like a sudden dive, and a surging flame was brewing in his palm.

[Magic Power Explosion Igni Seal]!
The seal blessed by a huge amount of magic power is completely out of the way it should be. The surging waves of fire spread to almost every corner of the battlefield, and Nilfgaard, who was affected by it, let out a heart-piercing scream. Now they can only desperately Charge forward in the direction of Cintra to avoid damage.

Geralt watched this scene and muttered to himself: "Even if it is the Griffin School, this is too exaggerated..."

The warlocks of the warlock army struggled to support the shield, and outside of them, a new shield appeared on the original open space.

Lan En's lion eyes flashed, and he found it!
"Boom" "Boom", the Nilfgaardian soldiers burned to death by the Igni Sign exploded one after another under the effect of [Magical Sense], and the protective shields of the adjacent warlocks were shaken and rippled.

And inside the empty protective cover, the figure of Fringilla Vigo slowly appeared, she screamed: "Fire magic? You are not a witcher's method at all! Who are you?" !"

Lan En sneered in his heart, what's the matter, there is a whole school of griffin demon hunters like me!
Lane moved his left hand together, one after another Alder of small power sprayed out, following Lane's running, a path of fire was opened in front of him.

"Ace!" Lann shouted to the arrow attendant, and the attendant had already set up his bow and arrow, waiting for Lann's magic-resistant gold long sword to cut through the protective shield before killing the enemy.

An arrow suddenly flew over from the direction of Nilfgaard, and the arrow smashed into Lan En's newly opened Quin Seal, knocking Lan En out a somersault, and almost made him fall into his own flames.

Turning his head and looking over, the black-winged helmeted knight nimbly rolled over and dismounted with a bow and arrow in his hand, avoiding Ace's furious arrow.Then he raised his bow and set his arrow again, raised his head to the sky and shot another loud arrow.

Suddenly, the ground vibrated slightly, and the sound of horseshoes could be heard in the distance.

Cassirer is beaming with joy, support is coming!

"Shrink the formation!" Ace yelled sadly, "Retreat, Lord Earl!"

The flames in the field gradually shrank, and only a small bunch of flames were still burning where the turf was still there.A wave of magic was brewing again in Fringila Wei's singer, and Lane gave him a ruthless blow just as he split the protective cover.

The Nilfgaardian cavalry appeared from the end of their sight, and before the empire could smile, they found that the Nilfgaardian soldiers had discarded their helmets and armor, as if they were being hunted down.

No wonder no one came after so many arrows were fired just now!It turned out that they had already fought!
But where can there be troops to the north of Sintra to deal with the formed Nilfgaardian soldiers?
Cassirer looked around, and behind the Nilfgaardians were hundreds of soldiers dressed as light cavalry.

It is not accurate to say that, they are more sailors than hussars.They don't seem to be good at horse fighting, but with their proficient bows and arrows and the number of them several times that of the enemy, they just stick to the Nilfgaardian soldiers in front, and they don't give the heavy cavalry a chance to exert their strength at all.

Cassirer could tell the other party's attire at a glance, he was from Skellige!

"Shirley! I'm here to save you...huh? Isn't this Lann!"

Kratz, who led the Skellige sailors all the way here from the Manada Valley, shouted happily: "Lan! I heard rumors that you died in Toussaint. When I go back, I will throw the messenger into the mountain. Great hahaha!"

The magical fluctuations on Fringilla Wei's singer became more and more intense, and at this moment it exploded suddenly, and an orange-red portal opened behind her.

"Let's go!" She yelled at the rest of the warlock troops, turned around and led the charge into the portal.

"Breakout!" Cassirer also yelled mournfully, and all the black-armored soldiers shrank together and stormed towards a corner.And Ace also led the city guards forward in an attempt to form a siege offensive with the Skelliges, and they must not let them bring the news of the princess out.

A warlock hurriedly wanted to run into the portal, but he didn't foresee a white light flashing in front of him, and the griffin sword cut him in two.

Lann raised his hand and pinched out the magic seal towards the remaining warlocks.

"We surrender!" shouted the warlocks, terrified, and they felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world than the witcher.

Lan En didn't care about the opponent's surrender, the huge flames "boomed" and covered the warlocks again, and the yellow protective shield was propped up again, struggling to support in the flames.

Lan En spat in his heart, only feeling strange—why do these warlocks feel so weak?
It's not the time to hesitate on the battlefield, Lan En looked back at the portal, hesitating whether to rely on the magic gold long sword to try to hack the portal to prevent further accidents, unexpectedly the next second the target would be It turned into a wave of pure magic and disappeared, leaving only a chance to blow the flame with a breeze.

It may be that Fringila on the other side saw that no warlock escaped for a long time, and knew that there must be an accident, so she prevented Lan from catching up and decisively canceled the portal.

Lan looked at the battlefield where the soldiers of the three kingdoms were fighting. The soldiers of Cintra had cooperated with Skellige to surround Nilfgaard.Cintra's shield guards are in front of the encirclement, and the Skellige are covered with arrows in the back.

They cooperated very well when they met for the first time, and it seems that there is no need to worry about it.

Lann used Alder to scatter the flames in front of him, and Quinn's upper body was more insured.He strode forward and shattered the protective shields of the warlocks with a single strike.

The demon hunter with dark golden lion eyes was covered in blood, and he walked slowly across the flames. The only three warlocks left in the protective shield were frightened and collapsed on the ground at this moment, wanting to mutter some magic incessantly. Spells, but his mouth was trembling in fear, and the magic fluctuations on his body flickered on and off, and nothing real could be condensed at all.

Lan En suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked, "Why don't you run through the portal?"

One warlock has cried out: "We won't..."

"Oh." Lan nodded, stepped forward suddenly, and chopped off the head of a warlock with a sword.The head was still open, as if it still wanted to beg for mercy from Lane.

In Lan's sense of the witcher, the magic wave around the mage surpassed the same style of red mist on the silver sword with the lion's head, and it slowly dissipated at this moment.

"Ah!" The warlocks let out a shriek that could be described as sex-changing, and the spells that they had been chanting for a long time completely dissipated, and one warlock was directly counterattacked and passed out.

Lan looked at them indifferently, and suddenly asked, "Are you wearing magic gold handcuffs?"

The sorcerer who was awake nodded hurriedly, and hurriedly took out a box from the backpack of the unconscious sorcerer, in which lay a pair of faint blue handcuffs.

The moment the warlock's skin directly touched the handcuffs, clearly visible blood vessels appeared from the contacted place, and the magic power fluctuations in his body immediately dissipated, and his whole temperament was not as good as that of a man. ordinary people.

Lan En motioned to the warlock who was still unconscious: "Take it for him too."

The warlock who bound his hands explained softly: "There is only one pair of handcuffs..."

Lan looked at him blankly, then suddenly raised his sword and stabbed the unconscious Warlock's thigh, pinning him to the ground.His rough action caused bystanders to tremble twice.

The blade made of magic gold pierced the warlock's flesh and blood, making the body lose the ability to communicate with chaotic energy.

Lan En walked towards the direction of the army without looking back: "If he dies, you will die too."

The warlock who was awake hurriedly tore off his robe, and used the first aid method he had learned to stop the bleeding from his companion's bloody thigh.

On the other side, the Nilfgaardian soldiers had only the last dozen fighters left.Some of them wanted to surrender on their knees before, but the fleeing Sintra troops had no interest in accepting prisoners at all, and now they had only one way to die.

"Stop it all!" Lane yelled, "He's mine!"

Cassirer, who was guarded by his earl's personal guards, suddenly raised his head. This familiar sentence reminded him of the night when he almost died, the exquisite swordsman who almost killed himself in the crowd.

The people surrounding the Nilfgaardian soldiers gave way to the furious lion. They looked at the resurrected Earl with complex eyes, and their minds were filled with the image of him wantonly slaughtering the Nilfgaardian soldiers before. .

A Nilfgaardian soldier who was about to collapse rushed forward with his sword drawn. With his superb reaction speed, Lane held the opponent's sword-holding hand with his right hand, punched the opponent's inner elbow with his left hand, and easily flipped the blade to allow the opponent to cut himself. neck.

"I am the Earl of Nilfgaard, Cassirr Movard Devlin Epp Chirak! Charge with me!"

Realizing that he was facing a desperate situation, the winged knight yelled to embolden himself and took the lead in the charge.

Lann lowered his head and dodged the opponent's slash, raised his hand with an Alder seal to shred the armor, and at the same time knocked the opponent into the air, spitting blood from the mouth.

Facing the rest of the soldiers swarming up, he slid in, and Igni, Alder, and Jian Wu swung together, and a few breaths turned them all into ghosts under the sword.

The Skelligs, who had never seen Lann show off his might, exclaimed again and again, and their eyes widened every time Lann killed a person.

Ace and House seemed to see Lane's intentions. They rushed out of the crowd and were thrown aside by Lane. Cassirr lifted them, and each of them folded an arm so that the other fell to the ground facing Lane.

"Kasirer of Nilfgaard!" Lane yelled, "You know this sword!"

Lan En's hand flashed, and the lion's head silver sword was held in his hand.In Lan's demon hunter senses, apart from Sward himself, the most intense red mist wrapped around him.

Cassirer raised his bleeding eyes to see the sword, then lowered his head, and said in a daze, "That is a respectable warrior... If it wasn't for the help of a warlock, I wouldn't have killed him so easily .”

"Just a warlock?"

Cassirer responded inaudibly.

"Very well, then you will be the last one." Lan's deep voice seemed to reverberate in his throat, and he stood beside the other party, with his hands raised above his head.

Cassirer raised his head suddenly, and he asked anxiously and anxiously: "I am the Earl of Nilfgaard, Cassirer Mova Devlin Aip Chirak. Who is killing me now?"

He stared at Lane, hoping to hear Lane announce a name worthy of noble dignity.

Lann roared like a lion: "S! Vo! De!"

Jian Guang drew a semicircle in the air, with heads rolling to the ground and blood spattering everywhere.

Lan wiped the blood on the other party's cloak, and put the lion's head silver sword back into the space again.

The system beep sounds.

[Character level increase +1]

Lan himself had forgotten how many Nilfgaardians he had chased and killed all the way, and now he had upgraded.

He turned around and glanced at the soldiers who looked at him in awe with lion pupils. There was excitement on their faces, and hope appeared for the first time in their eyes after experiencing the despair of subjugation.

Some people in the crowd are eager to try.

"The lion, the lion of Cintra." Suddenly someone in the crowd murmured softly.

"Lion, Lion of Cintra," said another voice, trembling, but resolute.

The crowd was agitated slightly, and finally someone shouted loudly: "The lion! The lion of Sintra!"

The soldiers smashed their helmets on their armor, beat the ground with their spears, and struck their shields with their short swords. They used all their methods and strength to make the loudest noise, and offered the most pious cry of their lives to the man in front of them.

"Lion! Lion! Lion!"

"The Lion of Cintra!!!"

The system prompt sounded again, like a hymn chanting a hymn, adding a touch of excitement to the shout.

【Mission: City Defense Iron Guard Part [-] - Completed】

[Character level increase +1]

Amidst the shouts of the crowd, a familiar figure rushed in.

Familiar steps, familiar fragrance, familiar force into his arms, familiar two steps back, and that familiar cry:

"Woo ah ah ah Lane, Lane, Lane woooooo..."

(End of this chapter)