From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Lan clearly remembered that in the original plot, there was such a force sent by King Verdon to attack and kill passers-by and blame it on the dryad. The words always hinted at Geralt: the dryad killed Ciri and went to Find the Baron of Ciri.

Even if they weren't actually dead.

In the end, they were killed by the demon hunter Geralt, the druid Mossthas and the tree spirit.

So when Lan saw the scene clearly, he immediately understood what was going on. I didn't intend to trust them, nor did I intend to let them go.

The black wind charged extremely fiercely.

If it was a normal knight, he would happily set up his lance and his beloved horse to smash everything in front of him.

But Lan is not good at riding a gun, and he can't practice it well in a year. He doesn't need it either.

The lion-like knight drew out his long sword on his horse, and with his girdle on his arm, he swung almost his entire upper body with the sword.

The short and fat man had a terrified expression on his face, obviously he didn't expect Lann and the others to launch an attack suddenly.

Before he had time to draw out his weapon, his chest was split open by the oncoming sword light. The sword blade chiseled into the short and fat man's body horizontally from the chest and abdomen, and protruded from the back, splitting his shoulders by the way.

The blood rain all over the sky immediately sprayed. Seen from behind, the chunky man looked as if he had been bitten by a beast named "Sword".

Only at this time did Weeden's soldiers barely react and drew out their weapons in an attempt to confront the enemy.

After knocking down one person, Lan's momentum continued unabated. A soldier roared and rushed towards him, brandishing a weapon, brandishing a spear, trying to chop Lan off his horse.

Lann tilted his body to avoid the attack, and stabbed the long sword into the body of another Verdon soldier like a spear. At the same time, let go, let the impact force pour into the opponent's body, and prevent your wrist from being injured by the reaction force.

Hei Feng roared excitedly, it was a war horse, not a captive pet. The sound of clashing swords and the smell of blood made it a little faster.

With a "bang", the head of the soldier whose lower body was pressed under the horse was crushed by the black wind like a watermelon. At least his misery was over.

Three kills in an instant.

Originally, the number of people on one's side was smaller than that of the other party, and three people were killed by the other party in one face-to-face. The dead all died in horror. At that moment, the last two of Verdon's team turned around and wanted to escape.

"Idiot, he's out of weapons, go!" shouted the squint-eyed soldier.

His yelling was not without reason, but even more so by their speed. The Verdon people who are still standing don't have horses, so they can't run.

The two deserters tried their best to stay away from the battlefield, but Lan, who was riding the black wind, swept past the two fleeing soldiers, easily broke through the phalanx of Verdon soldiers, and blocked their retreat.

At this time, the attendants and scouts also rushed into the enemy's camp on horseback, and began to meet the Verdon soldiers in front of them.

Lan En got off his horse and rushed up to meet the two deserters. What he is better at is foot combat.

"He doesn't have a weapon." A soldier facing Lann murmured in a low voice, and then shouted to cheer himself up, "He doesn't have a weapon! Ahhh!"

This is a rare swordsman, but his swordsmanship is really not good, at least not good enough to face Lann alone.

Even wearing plate armor, Lan's flexibility surpassed everyone present. He stepped forward to close the distance, stretched his right arm forward and hammered at the opponent's hands holding the sword, weakening the opponent's cutting power. The left arm was passed directly to meet the opponent's sword edge.

With a clang, the specially thickened arm armor firmly blocked the opponent's sword. Immediately after Lann kicked up, the foot wrapped in steel greaves kicked directly between the opponent's legs, and the chain mail couldn't protect this place.

The poor soldier's eyes suddenly popped out, and he lost the strength to hold the weapon in an instant. Lan easily snatched his long sword, and slit the opponent's throat with the handle upside down.

Lan En weighed the weapon in his hand. His evaluation was not as good as his own, but it was barely usable.

At this time, there was only one Verdon soldier left in front of Lane, and Lane had a sword in his hand.

Coincidentally, this soldier was the same one who had whispered Lane before.

"Now do you know why I am the champion of the martial arts?" Lane asked.

The soldier stabbed forward with a long spear in his hand with red eyes. Lann deftly pushed aside the tip of the gun with his sword, rushed forward to close the distance, first split his torso from top to bottom, and then swung from bottom to top, leaving a bloody "×" on his body .

Looking back, at this time there are only three enemies left on the field struggling to support.

The squint-eyed soldier had already noticed that something was wrong. He kept fighting and retreating, throwing him to the side of the horse under the cover of his comrades.

Ace took the opportunity to shoot a soldier through his throat with an arrow, and there were only two enemies on the field.

The squint-eyed soldier loudly appeased the horse, but the horse was too frightened to listen to commands. He gritted his teeth and forcefully got on the horse, but he was really good at riding. Under such circumstances, he could still stick tightly to the back of the jumping horse.

A soldier was deactivated by two scouts with spears, and then his throat was slit by Levin with a dagger.

Brokilon, the young man who knew the forest best, murmured softly: "Trees are cut down by axes, and dryads will never cut down trees, idiot!"

The squint-eyed soldier is the only living Verdon soldier left.

The horse didn't run, but the squint-eyed soldier gritted his teeth and simply thrust the dagger into the horse's buttocks. The horse suffered from the pain, and galloped blindly regardless of direction.

"Idiot, it's not this direction, don't run into the forest!" the squint-eyed soldier shouted.

Seeing that the other party was trying to escape, Ace smiled contemptuously, and aimed at the target with his bow.

"Keep alive." Lann reminded.

At this moment, an arrow screamed out from the dim forest, drawing a long and slow arc. It seemed to be slowly gliding in the air, and the arrow feathers swayed lightly with the wind. Until the moment it hit, the speed and strength did not increase at all.

The arrow's fletching was pheasant feathers, dyed yellow with the soup boiled from tree bark; the arrow's head was made of unknown material, because it had been buried in the squint-eyed soldier's throat.

The owner of this arrow obviously didn't want the squint-eyed soldiers to ride their horses into the forest.

The force of the impact caused the deserter on horseback to fly backward, leaving the horse alone in the forest. Ace let go of the hand holding the arrow in surprise, and the arrow flew out of the string, completing an unexpected and tacit alley-oop. It's a pity that the arrow originally aimed at the buttocks and legs deviated from the target and nailed to the chain armor at the junction of the enemy's shoulders and back. The arrow didn't penetrate, but the mail armor did have a set of anti-shooting.

The squint-eyed soldier hit the ground on his back with his back on his back. There was only a muffled sound, and the arrow tip inlaid in the iron ring of the lock was pressed into the body by multiple joints, and blood protruded from his chest and back immediately.

Verdon's soldiers were all wiped out, but the squad's vigilance continued unabated.

Just because of the arrow that suddenly appeared, because an invisible enemy appeared in the forest, a more powerful enemy.

"It's a dryad!" Levin yelled.

Angrily, Ace took another arrow and aimed it into the forest. He was extremely ashamed that he failed to fulfill the earl's entrustment.

"It's okay, Ace, there is no need to live." Lan comforted, looking at the jungle, "We have better ones now."