Ciri struggled with the reddish-brown package in her arms, which attracted Kelsier's attention, and he immediately reached out to pull the thing. However, Ciri also tried her best to protect it, even biting the armored hand like a mad cat.

"This cloak is made of griffin skin. How beautiful... The one in your arms is also? Are you worthy of being the princess of Cintra?"

"Heh. Princess, don't move around, or you'll get hurt..."

Ciri, whose teeth were almost broken, buried her face in the cloak in her arms with a whimper, and still shouted fiercely: "Let go..."

"Let go of Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Suddenly, a roar came from the direction of the city gate, and a team of about twenty city guards rode towards this side on horseback.

The three leaders were Ace, who was wearing the armor of the city guard captain, Sward, who was wearing the armor of the palace guard, and House, who was still wearing the Lannister armor.

Cassiel chuckled, threw Ciri on the saddle, drew his longbow again, and pointed his arrow at Ace, who was dressed as the captain of the city guard.

At the same moment Ace saw the enemy, he had already drawn his bow and arrow, with a fierce look in his eyes.

The two shooters locked onto their respective enemies at the same time!

Ace's arrow was like a meteor, crossing the battlefield in an instant at a speed faster than the wind and piercing the head of the enemy's horse.

He was originally aiming at the gap in the opponent's helmet. Even though he knew that he might be pierced by the opponent's arrow in the next second, he was confident that he could take down the opponent's officer dressed as a noble.

But at this moment, the opponent's horse suddenly screamed and stood up, blocking the fatal arrow for its master, and causing Casir's determined shot to go astray.

Ciri and Kelsier rolled off their horses together, only to see an exquisite rapier stuck in the horse's buttocks, with crystals embellishing the swallow-shaped hilt sparkling.

It was Ciri, and the cloak in her arms was wrapped with her "Swift" sword. Smart, she had been waiting for an opportunity. She didn't know much about plate armor, and couldn't accurately insert the rapier into the gap in the armor, but their ** Marco didn't have such a luxurious protection.

Cassiel roared and drew his sword. Who would have thought that a delicate ten-year-old princess would have such a thing in her arms?

Ace's arrow was the clarion call for everyone to attack. When it was released, the city guards charged forward in unison. Sword and House were in the lead.

With a clang, Sword swung his sword and fought with Cassiel. House took the opportunity to hug Ciri and ran away. The city defense soldiers tacitly separated the road and then closed it, protecting the princess firmly behind them.

“My sword! And my cloak!” screamed Ciri.

"House, Ace, take the princess and go first! Go find Hardy and Butler Ens. Mr. Geralt is also there!" Sword shouted loudly, and then changed his tone to soft, "Princess, you go first. I will send your sword and cloak to you later."

“No!” Ciri cried, “You’re lying to me too!”

Cassiel roared and fought with Sword, and their swords collided dozens of times within a few breaths.

Sword felt that the power of each attack from the opponent was unexpectedly great. After a while, his palms became numb, and the royal sword in his hand actually spun and flew backwards.

He quickly drew out another long sword from his waist and retreated while pushing the enemy away. The two groups in the melee immediately separated after a brief fight and began to confront each other in the alley.

Sward panted, staring straight at Kelsier's fiery eyes, but signaled to his companions: "They are waiting for reinforcements from Nilfgaard. What are you two waiting for?"

"What will you do if we leave?" Ace gritted his teeth and pulled the bowstring, his eyes slightly slanted, staring at the silver sword with a lion head in Sword's hand.

"Given the terrain of this alley, it doesn't matter whether there are more people or fewer people." Sword said, "You are the captain of the city guard, and the soldiers still rely on you to command and protect the princess; the princess needs someone to take care of her when she escapes, and a rough man can't do it. House can help little Hardy and old man Ens; but I am a soldier, and this is my destiny."

House gritted his teeth when he heard this, thinking that it made sense and was about to retreat, but he remained unshakable for the sake of his comrades.

"Idiots! The princess still needs you, Cintra still needs you!" The sword servant suddenly raised his voice, "But I am different, I am a swearer. I swore to always stay by your side, but I didn't do it; I swore that I would bring you back, but I didn't do it; I swore that I would not let the monster get close to you before I died, but I still didn't do it.

When Counselor Mossak led me out of the dungeon, I swore that I would die for the princess. That was the last time I swore. Please let me fulfill my oath!"

Ace looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Forget it, we'll probably meet again soon anyway, I'll give you a good beating then..."

"Walk!"

The arrow that was ready to be shot flew out of the string. Ace turned around and knew without even looking that it would pierce someone's neck. The city guards' horses rumbled and soon they rode away with Ciri.

"Don't let them get away!" Cassir yelled, snatching a man's horse and charging forward.

Sward and his men were not to be outdone, they stabbed their horses' hips with their long swords and rushed forward without considering any losses. They directly used the heads of their horses to collide with them one by one, and all the horses' heads were broken and bones were broken, and they rolled over with wailing, and all the knights rolled over and fell to the ground in a mess.

The narrow alley was soon blocked by the dead horses.

"I stayed because of my oath. When did you also swear an oath? Not many people can come back alive from Toussaint."

The city guards also left four people behind, and together with Sword, they blocked the enemy's way. The sword servant turned around and looked, and they were all familiar faces.

"Shut up, you sworn traitor!" a soldier from the city guards responded, "We have fought the Earl together so many times, don't I know your abilities? Can you stop them alone?"

Another soldier laughed loudly and said, "My Lord Earl left early. I can't let you, a little guy, be bullied by the Nilfgaardians."

"Then all of you soldiers of Cintra can prepare your last words!"

Kelsier yelled in anger and split a soldier's chest. The soldier rolled to the ground, spitting blood foam from his mouth.

"I still... really have some last words..."

The fallen soldier's body kept twitching. He suddenly grabbed a Nilfgaard soldier who was stepping on him and dragged him to the ground, causing him to be stabbed several more times.

After seeing his teammates seize the opportunity he created to chop off the enemy's head, he lay on his back with relief, and then suddenly widened his eyes as if he had thought of something:

"Last words...House, you must protect my...'Lion Knight', Quint...Otherwise, I won't be able to become a demon spirit..."

He opened his eyes and never closed them again.

The shouting and screaming echoed in the alley for a long time, until it attracted a large number of Nilfgaardian soldiers and gradually died down.

Sword was gasping for breath. All his companions were dead, and now he was the only one left in the alley.

"Have you got the plague in your head? Charge forward together! He is alone. If we charge forward together, we can knock down even a bull. Do we have to kill him?"

A Nilfgaardian officer who was traveling with them shouted, urging the soldiers to rush forward.

"Shut up, he must die!" Cassiel's eyes were red, and he was obviously overwhelmed. "He is mine!"

But the other officer's men didn't care about Cassiel's intention and rushed forward to hack Sword to death. Cassiel was so angry that he roared repeatedly, but he could only follow the other soldiers to charge.

It's going to happen, there's no way to stop it.

Sword smiled bitterly in his heart, but maintained a resolute and indifferent expression on his face.

Scenes flashed back in his mind: the day he first met Lann, the day Toussaint was knocked into the portal and left Lann behind, the day he was with the squire Geralt Lann in the Rose Garden...

And the day I watched Lann and Geralt fighting in the arena...

The black-armored soldiers rushed over from all directions like the darkness of midnight. Suddenly, Sword had an idea. He spun and rushed into the crowd, adjusting his center of gravity as his body rotated. His movements were as light and agile as a cat on a treetop.

"Dangdangdangdang" Sword's weapon kept colliding with the tips of other people's swords. His strength was very small, and he could only knock away the enemy's attacks to create a gap for himself. He moved awkwardly and flexibly in the crowd, approaching Cassiel like a swift spirit.

Cassiel was horrified. He did not prepare his sword for defense at all. He swung his sword hastily, but was cut by Sword on the armor on the wrist, causing the weapon to fall.

The slash is weak and can't penetrate armor, but I'm familiar with the gaps in armor. This is a high-level guy wearing officer armor, at least he should be...

An invisible force suddenly acted on the lion-head silver sword, as if countless hands were snatching the weapon in his hand. Sword was unable to resist the huge force and let go.

Cassiel's reaction was also quick. He snatched the lion-head sword with a slash of his hand. The magic fluctuations on it dissipated in time, and the tip of the sword turned and pierced Sword's heart.

"Ah!" Cassiel yelled, feeling half scared and half angry.

Damn, it's so noisy. Sword thought weakly, just one step away...

The portal in Toussaint appeared in his mind again. It's really just one step away, Lord Earl...

The Black Wing Knight continued to push Sword back and pinned him to the wall. He then wanted to use his sword to chop off Sword's head, but his legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand. If he hadn't held on to the wall, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

Behind the crowd, a warlock from the warlock unit slowly dispersed the magic fluctuations in his hand and asked expressionlessly: "Where is Princess Cirilla? Did she run away? Why are there so many of you?"

Cassiel sneered breathlessly, "Who are you to speak to me like that? Send Fringilla Vigo out!"

The warlock's face suddenly turned red with anger.

Fringilla Vigo slowly pushed aside the warlocks and walked out: "You should be more polite when speaking to the person who saved your life, Count. If Ashley hadn't specifically asked you to do so, do you think the warlocks would care about your life or death?"

After she finished speaking, she turned to the warlock who saved Kelsier and asked, "Who told you to come here alone without permission, huh?"

The other party hesitated and said, "Ms. Ashley once..."

Before he could finish, a force of impact erupted from Fringilla's body, and it was like a gentle breeze blowing on the faces of other people. Only the warlock who acted on his own was struck by lightning and flew away.

Fringilla turned around and sneered at Kelsier, "Did you hear that? Maybe you should really let that warrior pierce you. He's a respectable swordsman, and this would be a good ending for you."

Kelsier was about to retaliate, but was angrily interrupted by the commander, who shouted, "That's enough, can someone tell me where the princess is?"

After a while, a scout came back and reported, "My Lord, the princess and her party have gone north."

Fringilla thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Is it Brokilon? I heard that Princess Cirilla accepted the Lannister inheritance, which included Brokilon of Cintra, and it is said that they have a close relationship with the dryad of Brokilon."

"Then send troops to Lokilon Forest!"

"Shut up, His Majesty did not issue such an order. Cassiel, this is your own task, you have to solve it yourself!"

"Idiots!" Fringilla also scolded, "Blokilon is not a place that can be conquered by the army. You know nothing about that place!"

A fierce quarrel broke out between the sorcerer and the soldiers.

Sword's body was nailed to the wall, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile.

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[Mission: City Defense Iron Guard 2 - Completed]

[Character level increase +1]

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【City Defense Iron Guard 3】:

[After the bloody trials, your troops have once again gained something that other soldiers do not have: cohesion, responsibility, and faith. They are willing to keep these in their hearts and sacrifice for them. Please use these things to unite them and lead them to victory.]

After the intense dizziness, Lann and Heifeng both lowered their heads and retched. The portal disappeared behind them, bringing up a cloud of sand.

The system's prompt sound made Lan En suppress his physical discomfort. He knew something was wrong.

Looking up, I saw the village outside the walls of the capital of Cintra. There were broken walls everywhere, and flames were burning between the houses. Broken arrows and pieces of armor were scattered on the ground.

The battle here seemed to be over, and the victorious soldiers were wantonly plundering their spoils. In addition to military merit, this was the biggest purpose of their trip.

As far as the eye can see, a group of soldiers in Black Sun armor are tearing the clothes of a young girl, two Cintra soldiers are lying on the ground, and there is a three-lion flag thrown in a pile of dirt with two footprints on it.

"Haha, it's time for you to see a real man!"

Lann heard the Black Sun soldier yelling as he tore at his clothes.

Several soldiers who were waiting and keeping watch on the side looked at the man and horse who suddenly appeared. The simple and solemn armor on Lann was not the armor of Nilfgaard, and it was obviously an enemy.

The soldier with the fastest reaction drew his bow and shot. The arrow had a steady trajectory and a fast speed, and it could cross this tiny distance in the blink of an eye.

With a "click", Lan's brain had not reacted yet, but his right hand drew out the steel sword behind him as if by reflex, and a flash of light cut off the rapidly flying arrow.

"Sun above..." The Nilfgaardian soldier holding the longbow murmured, "He cut off the arrows in the air..."

The soldier who was buried in the girl's chest heard the noise and slapped the person under him. Just as he raised his head, a flying steel sword was thrown out by his master like a hand axe, which spun and embedded into his head, then swung his body up and fell to the ground.

The steel sword punishes evil. The griffin head on the hilt, which has not fought for a century and a half, is stained with blood, and its eyes are shining.

"Enemy attack!"

Shrill cries rang out, and black-armored soldiers appeared in the streets and alleys. This small village was not rich, and there were not many people left here, but it was enough to surround Lann.

Lann slowly drew out the silver griffin sword from behind him, and the golden lion eyes reflected the flames.

"Meet a real man... a Nilfgaardian!"