From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 323 The Lioness of Sintra!

When the princess of Sintra arrived on the battlefield riding a windy horse, the balance between the fighting sides was suddenly broken.

The Cintra people visibly panicked, and their originally stable style of play suddenly became violent.Each of them wished to get rid of the enemy in front of them and defend their princess, so as to prevent the enemy from harming their princess first.

And the Nilfgaardian side is even more chaotic.The discipline of the mercenary regiment was not as good as that of the Sintra city guards. Most of the people who had formed an formation against the enemy in a tacit understanding disappeared suddenly, and almost all the people on the periphery of the battle group came towards Ciri.

The target of the task ran over by itself!
It was hard for those mercenaries at the front. They faced the pressure of the suddenly desperate Sintra people, but the comrades behind them all ran outside with their names on their hands.

More importantly, if it wasn't for the fact that the Sintra people on the opposite side were too difficult for them to leave, they would also want to catch the princess themselves!
And the gray owl in the crowd, he was completely crazy.

It was not enough for him to direct all Nilfgaardian elite members to charge in the direction of Ciri, and he ordered in the direction of Bonnard:

"Bounty hunter, catch the lion cub first, catch the lion cub first!"

To the gray owl, it doesn't matter whether the battle is won or not. As long as Ciri is in hand, he will immediately use the magic communication device to communicate with Vigfortez to teleport himself back.

However, Bonnard turned a deaf ear to the cries of the taupe owl, his eyes had been completely fixed on Cohen, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

However, the chaos of the Nilfgaardians gave the Sintra people an opportunity. Without the obstruction of the imperial elite, the city guards immediately stepped into the battlefield and surrounded the three commanders.

An enemy of this order of magnitude would be invincible even if he was as skilled in martial arts as Bonnard. Seeing this, he could only look at the griffin necklace on Cohen's chest unwillingly, cursed secretly and disappeared into the crowd.

……

It must be said that the effect of Ciri's appearance was very immediate.

And at this moment, facing the mercenaries and imperial soldiers rushing towards him, Ciri slapped Heifeng on the neck recklessly.

"Heifeng, go!"

The atmosphere of the battle has long made the war horse hungry and thirsty. It completed the transition from stationary to charging with astonishing acceleration, like a chariot, knocking the two leading mercenaries away like rag bags.

The bumpy horse's back was far inferior to Kaer Morhen's balance beam and big pendulum. Ciri held the reins steadily with one hand, tossing and turning on the saddle like a petrel in a storm, and was light and nimble that could be steered with one hand. The stabbing sword continued to protrude a little bit of cold light, blooming blood flowers on the enemies that Heifeng missed.

Seeing this tragic situation, the mercenaries tried to knock Ciri off his horse with long spears and bows, but just when they showed their attacking behavior, they were smashed on the back of the head by the Nilfgaardian elite behind them. superior.

"Catch a live lion cub! Don't hurt her!"

Everything was as Shirley expected.

For the Nilfgaardians, this should have been an easy job, just catching an underage princess.

But none of them thought that what they were going to face was a lion.

Whose princess is like this?
Under the premise of such a completely unfair battle, Ciri actually controlled the black wind to attract most of the enemies out of the battle, charging and stabbing.Then, relying on the speed of the black wind, he made an astonishing circle, and slammed into the remaining half of the enemy.

"Black Wind!" Ciri screamed loudly, and then stabbed a sword towards the neck of one enemy, "We are really powerful!"

The horse snorted disdainfully, lowered its head and accelerated again.

The last enemy was crushed by the horse's hoof, and then it suddenly became clear that only the nervous Cintra remained.

After observing the princess's intentions from a distance, the city guards immediately killed the entangled enemy in front of them like crazy, and then retreated quickly, waiting for the princess to pass through the enemy and guard her well.

But Ciri didn't walk into their protection. Instead, he pulled the reins and turned his back to his soldiers, so that they could only see the silver-gray hair, the fluttering griffin cape, and the exquisite bloody armor.

Cohen and the others also gathered around Ciri.House and Levine looked at Ciri on Heifeng's back in disbelief. If it wasn't for the wrong height, they almost thought that the lion had just returned from the Eastern Front temporarily.

Among the Sintra people further back, the eyes of some veterans were even more emotional.

The enemies who had been circled by Heifeng and Ciri and then scattered again gathered again, the target was right in front of them, and their eyes were already red.

The gray owl tightly grasped the silver box in its arms. After thinking for a while, it still didn't activate. Instead, it shouted hoarsely: "That's Ciriella, lion cub, catch her!"

With a sound of "whoosh", an arrow flew from nowhere and suddenly nailed into the gray forest owl's collarbone, causing him to fall to the ground immediately.

Seeing the enemy suddenly flustered, Ciri chuckled lightly.She waved the swallow-headed sword in her hand, but instead of pointing at the enemy, she held it high above her head like a banner.

"People of Nilfgaard! I heard that you have been looking for me." It was clearly dark night, but the rapier seemed to be shining, "I am Cyrila Fiona Iron Leianlun, Cintra princess!"

"I know what you call me 'cub'... oh!"

……

Like ah, really too much alike.

The back image, the temperament is more similar.

There are retired veterans in the city guards. They should be old enough to live their lives, but they still choose to pick up the sword again at the moment of the country's survival.

At this moment, they looked at the Cintra bloodline in front of them, and even the armor on their bodies was almost exactly the same: a chain mail lining, a white robe outside, a large and thin shoulder armor, a red waist and deer Leather straps.

They remembered that they had once had a queen who took the throne from her dead father at fourteen and went on to travel the troubled country, taking her first victories in battle at fifteen, Leave a legend.

That battle was in Haochebuzi, and the enemy was the Naser people.

The figure standing in front of them back then was almost exactly the same as now.

And they were almost as excited as they are now.

At that time, what did that figure say to them?

……

"I am the Lioness of Cintra!"

Ciri swung the rapier in his hand fiercely: "People of Cintra, charge with me!"

"For Sintra! For the lioness!" The veterans shouted exactly the same slogan as at that time!

Heifeng took the lead in taking the lead, riding Juechen, directly smashing the enemy's hard-earned front line.The Cintras followed Ciri like crazy, and the Nilfgaardians could no longer stop them.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Gray Owl got up from the ground clutching his wound. He was wearing thick armor, which saved his life.

Looking at the figure on horseback, "Get the lion cub...get the lioness...anything, get her!"

The sound of "rumbling" sounded, and the gray forest owl followed the movement and looked in panic, only to see three huge boulders taller than people rolling towards him and others from the side of the building as if consciously.

And behind the three boulders, more well-equipped Sintra people ran out.

They were urban guerrillas, and each of them wore an alchemy backpack strap, and the alchemy bomb inside was empty.

They finally dealt with the monsters in the town and came to support them!

"Engagement from the rear!" the gray owl yelled sadly, "Hold on! Just grab Ciriella, and we can..."

With a sound of "whoosh", the gray owl who could not learn a lesson was again called by Milva.This time the female archer took a longer aim, and the arrow pierced through the neck.

So the taupe owl died.

……

On one side of the roof, Regis flapped his wings to stabilize his body.

Even if he is as strong as him, after such a strenuous exercise tonight, he still has to catch his breath before going to the next game.

But looking at the battle situation in front of him, he seemed to feel that he didn't need to make a move himself.

"It's unbelievable." Regis didn't know how many times he sighed tonight, "Even if it's the blood of the ancients...but how old is she? She's still a princess!"

"Has your princess of Sintra always been this brave? Doesn't anyone stop her?"

Beside the vampire, bright emerald flames ignited from a poster, and Alice revealed her figure.

She looked at the bust of Ciri on the wall, then at the portrait of the lion-like young man next to Ciri.

"Sintra... has never lacked leaders who take the lead, and they have long been used to such leaders."

Regis sighed: "It's such a magical country... Then, I don't want to let too many people in this country die or get injured."

The vampire disappeared from the roof like a gust of wind.

It was as if the black form of a giant bat descended on the battlefield, becoming the last straw that overwhelmed the Nilfgaardian's reason.

He dragged two minions into the air at a time, then let go of his left hand from a high place, and let one of them fall while shouting; then he pierced the other with five nails that were like a long sword at the same time, smearing the other's blood to himself, and spread the shrill screams to every place on the battlefield.

so back and forth.

……

With a "bang", another mercenary was slapped on the ground by gravity, and the blood and flesh turned into raindrops, ticking on the troll demon's body.

The trolls, who have always shown themselves to be honest and honest in the town of Brokiron, finally showed their strength enough to be classified as [Ogre] in the illustrated book.

"Protection, home!" The three giant beasts roared, and their attack was unstoppable.

……

Cohen suddenly felt that the blockage in his body was suddenly lightened, and some suppressed things were released.

The effect of [Blocking Gold Bomb] finally passed!
Raising his hand to apply a layer of [Quen's Seal] on himself, he called the surrounding city guards to guard him again, and then poured down a bottle of [Tawny Owl] that speeds up the recovery of mana.

Open your palm, and the flame burns in it again.

……

Ciri felt that there were more and more Cintra people around him, because there were fewer and fewer enemies now.

The black wind is fast and the charge is strong enough for her to come and go freely among the scattered soldiers in front of her.

Suddenly, the mercenaries in gaudy armors disappeared, and the guerrillas in Sintra, who were carefully trained by the demon hunters, appeared in front of Ciri.

They attacked the enemy from two different directions, and at this moment they were able to meet again in the chaotic formation of the enemy.

"The Lioness of Cintra!"

……

Milwa took a deep breath and drew the bowstring.

Too many arrows tonight had worn off the leather rings she used to protect her fingers.

The current battlefield no longer needs her sporadic support, but there is a problem that has been bothering her.

Where did the bounty hunter who fought alone against Coen, House, and Raven go?——
The curled up psionicist Kenna shuddered suddenly, she raised her head in panic, and met the dead fish eyes of bounty hunter Leo Bonnard.

"The lion cub is indeed unexpected, and the gray owl is even more unexpected. Such a team can be defeated inexplicably."

"You're quite smart, you've been hiding here from the beginning."

His catfish-like beard was stained with blood and minced flesh, and the weapon in his hand had long been replaced by a standard lion-headed long sword snatched from someone who did not know because of the chipped blade.Although he left the battlefield, his murderous aura remained undiminished.

"Shh...don't talk, ma'am, I know what you're thinking." Bonnard put his index finger on his lips, "You are a psionicist, a rare talent, even if you become a prisoner, you are the most valuable one ,right?"

"Don't worry, don't worry... I don't plan to do anything to you, I respect everyone's choice. Look, I'm very reasonable, right?"

"But until then, I need you to do me a little favor. You've been the most cared for on the team, and I think it's time for you to make a difference."

Bonnard stretched out his hands. His left hand held a silver iron box with complicated inscriptions and blood stains on it; his right hand held a clay pot with a hexagram stopper, with more complicated inscriptions and more blood stains on it.

"The gray owl promised me enough reward for the rest of my life, but now he has retired early." The bounty hunter shrugged, "So I have to find someone else to pay, and the warlock is very generous."

"I... I am a psionicist, not a warlock, and I don't know magic. I don't know how to use this magic contact box..."

Kenna gave the same answer as when the taurine owl asked her earlier.

In the next second, the bounty hunter reached out and grasped the arrow on Kenna's shoulder like lightning, turning and pressing down bit by bit in the woman's terrified eyes.

"Listen, psionicist, you're not the only one who can read minds, do you understand? I've seen your kind and exchanged them for money."

"Ah...no, stop...ah!"

"They also screamed like you at that time, and I have always missed it." The bounty hunter threw the silver box at Kenna, "But I hope you can pay me enough like them, okay? "

He briefly removed his hand from the arrow shaft, and the psionicist put his hand on the magic contact box as if collapsed.

After a wave of chaotic energy, a distorted, non-human voice came from the iron box.

"Grey owl?"

"No." Leo Bonnard licked his lips, "This is the bounty hunter."

"...Really? I understand." A pensive voice came from inside the box, "Have you seen Ciriella?"

"Of course, she's about fifty yards behind me, and she's killing people on horseback. . . . I have to say, what a lion cub! She's riding a fine horse, too!"

"Very good." The silver box trembled suddenly, and the voice from inside became urgent, "In addition to this communication device, I also gave a clay pot to the gray owl. Find it, and connect it with this communication device." put it together."

(End of this chapter)