From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 320 Why is the small town of Brokilon so Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Cohen was not frightened, on the contrary, having such a strong teammate by his side suddenly gave Cohen an inexplicable sense of security.

So he replied to Regis' question: "Of course. If possible, I also hope that I can directly call you 'Reggis'."

Hearing this, the high-ranking vampire showed a gentle smile on his bloody face: "That's my honor."

He was so polite.

After the greeting, each vampire must continue to devote himself to the process of hunting monsters and protecting the town.

In Cohen's eyes, Regis's face gradually distorted, those human-shaped bones became smooth, his tall and straight body became crooked, and the pharmacist's hands extended into sharp claws that were more ferocious than any beast.

"I've read the introduction of [Chimera] in some books about monsters, but they haven't introduced it from the perspective of 'hunting'." Regis's voice also became rough, "Korn, I Wondering if you could give me some advice on the Chimera's weakness, that would make my job easier."

Regis obviously wanted a weakness like "Troll Mantis is afraid of sound waves".

But Cohen looked at the Chimera that was knocked down from mid-air by Regis just now, and the opponent's neck had changed from a "fountain" to a "gurgling stream".

"With all due respect...you don't need their weaknesses anymore, that kind of thing will get in your way instead."

"Okay." Regis shrugged, and the crows around him began to flap their wings, and a few of them landed on his shoulders, as if they were communicating with each other.

Seeing that Regis was about to fly away again, Cohen suddenly remembered something and stretched out his hand to ask.

"Have you seen Alice? I haven't seen her since the chaos broke out just now. I'm a little worried..."

Regis showed a thoughtful expression: "Alice... Oh, do you mean that beautiful lady who exists in the form of a miracle?"

"I just saw her [possess] a Chimera in the sky, and then controlled the giant beast to fight with her own kind. But she seemed to find something strange afterwards, and immediately disappeared as a will-o'-the-wisp."

Cohen asked puzzledly, "Strange thing?"

……

In a hidden building, several swaying figures looked out along the door.

If someone lights a candle, they will find that these are new faces that have never appeared in Brokilon Town.

They appear in the town with these monsters, but they are very hidden.

"Damn it, what are these things?! How can there be so much combat power hidden in Brokiron Town!"

The gray owl cursed viciously: "It's fine to have the basic city guards and witchers, but why are there so many Skelliges and inexplicable monsters?"

"Is it a troll that rolled over with three heads just now?"

"And what about the crows flying in the sky? Druid's magic?"

"These people are at least enough to gather another brigade! Aren't the Sintra people fighting at the front? What's the matter with keeping so much fighting power behind for a princess?!"

The gray owl has often lost control of his emotions since he left Nilfgaard, but because he was in the infiltration plan, he had to control his voice no matter how angry he was.

This caused the more he vented his emotions, the more bored he became.

Behind him there were nearly a hundred people crowded into this small room.

Although crowded, the place is secluded and safe, which is the effect of Vigfortz's wish for a long scroll of parchment.

The bounty hunter Bonnard touched the three witcher badges on his chest, and licked his lips impatiently: "It's also fortunate that the warlock gave us so many monsters, otherwise we, number one hundred, might really Not enough for them to fight."

Then he smiled sinisterly: "Grey Owl, what shall we do after that? Sneak in to find our lion cub?"

The gray owl glanced at Bonnard with some dissatisfaction, then turned to the psionicist who closed his eyes and felt the surroundings and asked, "How is it, is it suitable to go out now?"

Kenna frowned after a while, and withdrew her almost instinctive telepathy: "The warlock chose a good place for us. There is no one else nearby, and it is very hidden."

"Can you find Ciriella?"

"I don't know what the other party's thinking is like, so I can't locate it." Kenna shook her head, "But if you can catch a few Sintra people, I can read them from their minds."

The gray owl nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, then let's go!"

The atmosphere in the team became tense, and more people breathed a sigh of relief—finally they were about to leave this crowded place.

"...Wait, I have a question!"

The gray owl's hands were already hitting the door, but suddenly there were discordant voices in the team.

Bonnard interrupted, "We don't know what a lion cub looks like."

"Idiot!" Gray Owl was annoyed by this undisciplined mercenary, "Silver hair, there is only one person in Cintra! And will the princess wear the same clothes as ordinary people? Will she not recognize it?!"

Bonnard shrugged: "If I were a princess, I would definitely camouflage myself when I was attacked from the rear. Even if I didn't dye my hair, I would at least change my clothes or something."

This sentence actually makes some sense.The taupe owl stared at Bonnard for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

He reached out and tore a poster from behind Bonnard with a swipe: "This is Ciriella, remember it clearly!"

Bonnard looked at the things in his hands and couldn't help but whistled in appreciation.On it is a bust of Ciriella painted in an oil painting technique, with the slogan "Make Cintra Great Again" written next to it.

Right next to the wall where the taupe ripped off the poster, there is a promotional poster of the same style with a bust of Lane and the words "The Lion Leads Us to Victory."

Not just the hut where they were hiding, there were two similar posters plastered almost every ten steps in the town of Brokilon.This kind of promotional material with the theme of the portrait of one's own leader is very common in the rear of various forces, which is very effective in strengthening the cohesion of the people and improving the morale of the troops.

It's just that the painting skills of these two portraits are too high, and it's a waste to use them for posters of this level.

"Then I'm fine." Bonnard put the poster in his arms: "Let's go!"

This mercenary group built by Vigfortez with a lot of money mixed with Nilfgaard's elite squad quietly left the crowded hut. The whole city was fighting and burning, but the place where they were was calm and calm. The monsters all avoided them.

The gray owl involuntarily touched the pottery bottle in his arms, Dijing is amazing!

But they didn't notice that just after they left, the eyeballs of Lan En's portrait suddenly moved in the promotional poster on the wall.

The eyes in the pair of paintings tilted slightly towards the direction of their departure, as if watching them go.

……

"That's them." Alice pointed at the sneaky team of gray owls and said to the people behind her.

Even in such a chaotic night, the soul in the painting seems to exist in another space, showing an ethereal and elegant temperament that is distinct from the environment.

She's been through a lot of battles tonight, killing a few monsters in various ways, but even so, there's not a single ruffle in her plain goth dress.

After all, she is a soul.

Milva was beside Alice, looking seriously at the team that was sneaking forward in the darkness not far away.Her eyesight is very good, and she can be farsighted at night even with only weak light.

"The leader is the elite team sent by Nilfgaard. The goal is to capture Ciri. There are more than 100 people who are mercenaries, and they seem to be employed by a warlock."

Alice shared her own information, and she had already figured out the secrets of this team.

"I'm sorry, their team is equipped with a lot of silverware and magic gold, and it seems that there are professions similar to warlocks. I can't handle so many people..."

After sharing the information, Alice said apologetically.

With her panel attributes and special abilities, she can calmly face those monsters in the sky that can defeat one hundred.

But when she encountered a team of hundreds of people who were really prepared, she had to avoid their edge; instead, she had to ask regular human troops like Milva to help, which could only serve as a transmission of information.

"I've helped you a lot, Ms. Alice. I don't know how much trouble it will cause if such a team is allowed to wander in the dark of Brokilon." Milva took out the longbow behind him and gestured for the distance, "Excuse me Go find House, Levin and the others. I'll keep an eye on this side first."

Alice nodded, turned around and disappeared into the night as a bright emerald flame.

In addition to the town guerrillas led by Cohen, the three members of the Lion Pride, Milva, House, and Levin each led a team of city defense troops to guard Brokilon Town and protect Ciri.

It's a great shame to be mixed in by so many monsters for no reason this time. I didn't expect that even Nilfgaard's team appeared now. You must know that this is the northernmost rear of Sintra!
Milva gritted his teeth and made a few gestures, and the city guard soldiers behind him immediately surrounded the Nilfgaardian team in the dark.She herself moved deftly between the roofs, looking for commanding heights and bunkers to prepare for a while.

"Damn it!" Suddenly, Milva paused and cursed as he looked at the direction the Nilfgaardian team was heading.

It turned out that the location where they were teleported was the Taurus Owl. It was too good, too hidden and too safe.

And such a hidden and safe place is naturally suitable as a retreat route.

All the Sintra people who can hold weapons muster their courage to fight against the huge beasts in front, but there are still a large number of children and women who are protected by the city guards and retreat to the Brokilon Forest. The dryads in the forest provide temporary shelter.

Among them were many students from Niubao, and not everyone had the courage of Xia Ni.

This team was about to collide with the Nilfgaardians.

The current situation is obviously too late to wait for House and Levin to come over, this battle must be fought now!
Milva took a deep breath and began to adjust his posture.Her eyesight was really good, and it was easy for her to spot a few people in the group of mercenaries who were clearly dressed out of the ordinary.

Without further ado, Mirwa drew the longbow, and the sound of strings that made teeth sore was heard, and the body of a leopard, as vigorous as a female leopard, stretched out under the moonlight.

"Whoosh-" "Whoosh-" "Whoosh-"

……

"My lord coroner!" Psionicist Kenna suddenly stepped forward to remind the team.

The imperial coroner's gray owl immediately stretched out his hand to signal the team to stop, and looked at this lady who was more important than all the other people in the team combined, with probing eyes.

"I feel a lot of chaotic thinking—right ahead." Kenna frowned, showing a laborious expression, "There are women and children, who should be retreating townspeople... There are about ten more Soldiers are protecting their retreat."

"Great, are you sure that the cub's message needs to read the soldier's mind, right?" An elf who came over from Nilfgaard said with a gloomy face.

As an elf, he served Nilfgaard as a scout with rank.That's why he is extremely cruel to the enemy. It's not clear whether it's because the opponent is an enemy of Nilfgaard or just because the opponent is human.

He didn't have a good relationship with the rest of the team anyway.

"Our whereabouts cannot be exposed. Surround the past, kill all the women and children, capture as many soldiers as possible, and then you go dig out the information we need from their brains, how about?"

Kenna couldn't help frowning at these murderous words.She looked around, but everyone else nodded in agreement with what the elf scout said.

"Great suggestion." The gray owl lowered his voice, pointed at the elf scout and said, "Then it's up to you..."

"Whoosh-" "Whoosh-" "Whoosh-"

Before he finished speaking, the general who was about to be assigned by the gray forest owl suddenly had an arrow on his head. The huge kinetic energy brought the opponent's handsome elf face to bend in one direction, and while spraying blood, he twisted the opponent's body. neck.

With a "plop", he fell to the ground, and then there were another sound of falling to the ground around him.

"Enemy attack! Archers!"

At this moment, no longer caring about concealing his whereabouts, the gray owl retreated into the crowd frantically after issuing a warning. The mercenaries with shields nervously erected their shields in the direction of the arrows, but they couldn't find where the archers were.

"Whoosh-" "Whoosh-" "Whoosh-"

The arrows struck like a string of arrows, and each shot could take away a person's life.

"Kenna, where are the enemies? How many are there!"

The psionic master was sweating profusely: "I...I can't feel anything! That archer is far away, farther than ordinary archers... Wait, more people are coming!"

……

Milva's sneak attack kicked off the battle, and her city guards also charged towards the Nilfgaardians.

Archers are precious, and those who can go to the front line have gone to the front line. Milva is the only archer in this army.However, there were quite a few bow and even crossbow masters in the mercenary regiment, and they adjusted their direction immediately after seeing the charge of the city guards.

Seeing that the city guards will start to suffer casualties before they come into contact with the enemy.

This will not work.

Milva took a deep breath.

Then she narrowed her eyes: "Then come on!"

She burst out of cover to expose herself to the sight of the Nilfgaardian, standing upright in an archery position like a marble statue—an Amazon with a bow.

"Whoosh-"

Milva dropped the bowstring.

One of the mercenary archers flew backwards, his back hit the wall heavily, and a flower of blood that looked like an eight-legged octopus sprayed out from the wall.

"Whoosh-"

The second archer fell to the ground like a cloth dummy, spattering his companion with a mixture of blood, water and brains.

"Whoosh-"

Another crossbowman, who looked like a half-elf, arched his back and fell from the commanding height he had found so hard to land on the icy ground.

"whoosh" "whoosh" "whoosh" "whoosh" "whoosh" "whoosh"

"Their archers have been found!" A sharp-eyed mercenary shouted, "Great sun, she's only one person! She's still a woman..."

In the next second, an arrow was also embedded on his neck, completely blocking the unspoken words in his throat.

More archers tried to move towards Milwa, but the female archer stood too far, far beyond the range of these archers. The bows and arrows fell like hail, but they could only hit the walls around Milwa, making the walls mixed with dust The dust fluttered down.

(End of this chapter)