One team, two teams, three teams. Although these Nilfgaardians were only infantry, they were enough to flatten a small town. They were here together only because this small village was close to the capital, and the army had just passed through, so they left extra people.

It would be more accurate to say that they were having fun while taking a break rather than cleaning up the battlefield.

These soldiers were lazy and scattered at the moment. They were alerted by the shout of "enemy attack" and found that there was only one enemy. He had not dispersed yet and was just here to watch the fun.

After all, Lann was wearing a set of armor that looked quite extraordinary, and he was obviously a knight.

Soldiers like this kind of opponent best when they are outnumbered.

"Where did this guy come from? Those eyes make people feel uncomfortable. He is such a freak."

"Who knows? It seems like it just suddenly appeared here."

"Isn't he a warlock? But how can a warlock dress like this..."

"He killed one of our men with a thrown sword, and it was with considerable force."

"That sword looks like it's worth a lot of money..."

Only the five soldiers who had just witnessed Lan's skills were ready for battle, and the appearance of their companions in the large group gave them courage.

In the front was a big man holding an axe. He roared and encouraged himself to move forward, swinging his weapon like a windmill.

There was no method, no room for maneuver, and only strength could be barely praised. Lann stepped forward with his left foot to block the position, and used force to cut the opponent's entire body from left shoulder to left waist with a sword. The huge force made the soldier spin in a circle on the spot.

The first one, Lann thought to himself.

The soldier died instantly, his knees buckling with no strength to support him, and he fell to the ground at just the right height before he fell completely.

Without even looking, Lann thrust hard in the direction of the kneeling soldier, thrusting the sword through the corpse's mouth and out the back of the head, effortlessly as if he were lifting a dead fish.

Maintaining this posture, Lann scanned the surrounding soldiers with his emotionless lion eyes and said indifferently: "Are you sure you just want to watch?"

The soldiers' expressions changed. They were Nilfgaardians, and this unknown knight in front of them actually dared to kill their people in front of them!

Another soldier rushed over, and the half-sword danced vigorously. Lann held the tip of the sword still, and pulled the hilt upwards as if pulling a brake, cutting the head of the "dead fish" in half, and then used the blood-stained sword to block the opponent's attack, turned lightly, and used the opponent's forward force to pass the silver sword in his hand to the opponent's chest.

Lann strode forward without looking back, and wielded the sword with force in his backhand.

The second one.

At this moment, he felt his heart beating wildly, and it seemed that some substance in his body was continuously produced because of the battle. It spread to all parts of his body with the blood. As the battle became more intense, this substance made his sword swing more and more powerful.

[Adrenaline Toxin]: A hormone substance unique to the demon hunter. The adrenaline toxin produced during combat can greatly enhance the demon hunter's melee attack power, and is also the basis for the adrenaline series of skills to work.

The next soldier couldn't stop and wanted to run back, but he was less than five steps away from Lan. He had no choice but to use a defensive counterattack in the hope of buying some time to wait for his teammates' support. Surprisingly, he was able to block Lan's first attack.

But then came the second slash, the third slash, and the fourth slash. Each strike was more powerful than the last, and each strike was heavier than the last, until the soldier fell to his knees, until the soldier's own sword was driven into his body by the huge force like a pile driver.

The third one, Lan En thought to himself.

He snatched the sword from the kneeling corpse and threw it out like a javelin, piercing through the archer who had just shot an arrow and smashed him to the ground. The second arrow on the bowstring, ready to be shot, went astray.

The fourth one.

The soldiers watched as Lann killed four of his companions in an instant as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, and finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

After all, they were an iron army that had fought from south to north, and they quickly formed a battle formation. This once again gave them confidence, allowing them to shout out the classic line:

"Don't be afraid, he's alone!"

It seems that although they are aware of the seriousness of the problem, their understanding is not deep enough.

Lann raised his left hand that was not holding the sword. He didn't need to deliberately control his palm. As long as he thought about the effect he needed to see, his fingers would make a mysterious gesture as if they had muscle memory:

[Alder Seal]!

It is the Alder Seal of the Griffin School, the Alder Seal that awakened the ancient blood demon source!

The mana value jumped slightly by two digits. The mana consumption of the magic source by the "little trick" of the seal seemed to be insignificant.

The shock wave, which was no less powerful than the alchemical bomb, spread out in a fan shape starting from Lann's hand, knocking the seven or eight soldiers on the outermost side of the formation to the ground. The dozen or so soldiers at the back were also shocked and took two steps back, and were barely supported by their companions.

The tight infantry formation was instantly destroyed.

When the soldiers in the front got up, they found that the unknown blond knight had rushed into their ranks.

Are you stupid? You take the initiative to rush into the encirclement when you are outnumbered?

Lann murmured expressionlessly, "I don't want to count anymore."

The soldiers looked at him blankly. What did that mean?

The next second, a storm composed of swords, flesh and blood began to dance wildly among the crowd.

【Whirling Sword Dance】!

The blond man was spinning and drawing his sword every moment. The sword light was flashing at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. The soldiers wanted to raise their swords to block.

There might be a lucky person who could block it once, but there would be a second and a third strike soon after, and more sword lights would deftly bypass the defensive posture and easily penetrate into the vital parts of the body.

At this moment, Lann seemed to have turned into a harvester. Wherever he went, the Nilfgaardian soldiers fell there like rice.

Lan took a slight breath and adjusted his breathing. He had just used his physical strength to activate this skill, and it felt like he had sprinted 80 meters with a normal person's physique.

This consumption is nothing compared to before becoming a demon hunter. Looking at the skill introduction, it seems that it can also be driven by adrenaline and magic power. How about trying it together?

On the other side, the Nilfgaardians, who had lost more than a dozen of their companions in an instant, were terrified. They retreated frantically, but did not notice a wild beast with shiny black fur running towards them.

Heifeng's amber pupils sparkled with excitement, and this herbivorous horse now showed the look of a cat hunting.

This wasn't a horse, it was a chariot! Wherever it passed, the soldiers flew out one after another, like rags and sacks twisting and tumbling in the air, and fell to the ground with broken bones and tendons.

Heifeng stood up, and threw a series of punches in the air with his two front hooves. The loud neighing hurt the eardrums of the nearby soldiers.

"This is not a horse, it's a monster, come quickly and kill it first!" The soldier who was hit by the black wind and flew away shouted miserably.

Lann cut off a soldier's weapon hand with a sword, and put his left hand close to the enemy's chest - [Alder Seal]!

With a loud bang, the man flew backwards like a piece of paper, and blood spurted out from every pore of his skin.

"That's not a human, it's a monster, a warlock! Come and kill him first!"

The soldiers were in a panic, at a loss as to which direction to go. On one side was an unknown giant beast that looked like a chariot, and on the other side was a humanoid magic meat grinder. They didn't even know which direction to escape.

Finally, a soldier shouted in a shrill voice: "Keep your distance and use bows and arrows!"

The soldiers suddenly realized as if they had grasped a life-saving straw. Not all of them were archers, but almost all adult men who practiced martial arts knew how to draw a bow.

"Black Wind, get out of the way!"

Most beast-like monsters were not immune to the dense rain of arrows. Lann didn't need to remind them, as the beasts, who were good at seeking benefits and avoiding harm, had already run to the side.

The continuous rain of arrows from more than 20 people can always catch the gaps when [Unmovable as a Mountain] evades. Using super-strong reflexes also has risks. Should I use the skill points that I just upgraded to activate the [Arrow Deflection] skill on the spot?

No, Lane now has a better option.

The system's skills are not rigid, just like the distance and angle of each roll of [Unmovable as a Mountain] will not be exactly the same. Within the scope of his ability, Lann can freely adjust the power of the skills.

The magic power value dropped a little in one breath, and the three-digit magic power was consumed. Lann's hand once again made the [Alder Seal] gesture.

The next moment, a strong wind blew over!

The arrows in the air were blown all over the place at once, and the strong wind like a whip made it impossible for the soldiers to open their eyes. When they retreated and regained their sight, they found that the blond monster had once again run within one step of them.

"It just so happens that you all gathered together." Lan En curled the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the dozen or so people in front of him.

The effect of using magic power to cast the seal was better than expected, and Lann suddenly had a good idea.

He took a slight horse stance and stretched out his left hand, with a flickering fire in it. Then his magic power value began to jump continuously in double digits.

【Igni】【Igni】【Igni】【Igni】【Igni】【Igni】【Igni】！ ！ ！ ！

Lann transformed into a ruthless flamethrower. Every time he waved his hand, one or two people turned into fireballs. This was not a game. Igni with a 20% or 10% chance of ignition had a 100% chance of ignition when it fell on a torch. The ignition probability was only for creatures that were resistant to fire or magic, and humans were obviously not among them!

The soldiers who were on fire were like human torches, wailing and rolling on the ground. The Nilfgaardian soldiers at the back of the team who had not yet been set on fire were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and turned around to escape.

Will Lane give them this chance?

After the magic value repeatedly jumped slightly, it suddenly dropped down a section as if a finishing move was finally about to appear. At this time, Lann also took a deep breath and began to accumulate power slightly.

[Magic Explosion·Igni Seal]!!!!!!

The flames instantly covered all the space in front of Lann, sweeping away more than a dozen remaining soldiers in one breath. Then the flames rolled back and rushed towards Lann.

Wait a minute, did I forget to use the [Quen Seal]?

Never mind. I’ll do it next time.

With a whoosh, the flames spun in place, forming a small whirlwind of flames. Lann jumped out with a plop. His jumping power, which had been amplified by the sudden change, covered an astonishing distance, and he had to roll on the ground several times before he could release the force.

He brushed off the dust on his head and armor as if nothing had happened, thinking that among all his skills, [Unmovable as a Mountain] was still the most reliable.

Lan looked back at the fire tornado that was howling from time to time. He compared the power of the sigils that had been specially infused with magic power and found that only the scale of the spell had changed.

That is, it changed from a fireball to a sea of ​​fire, and from burning a few people to burning a group of people. However, the core temperature of the flame did not change, and it was impossible to raise his hand and burn magma directly like Jeron did. Instead, what Lann had in his hand was the kind of "fire that would be burned by magma."

If you want to increase the hard power of the seal, you may eventually have to improve the level of the skill.

One soldier was not yet dead, and fell to the ground, groaning weakly. This was the last Nilfgaardian soldier.

Black Wind twitched his ears and walked over with a clattering step. He glanced at the fire tornado and the battle scene that seemed to be passing by like a hurricane, and seemed to be thinking about something.

With a "whoosh", Heifeng raised his left front hoof towards the soldier.

The soldier closed his eyes in fear.

The fire tornado was crackling and Lan looked back at his horse in surprise.

"Heifeng, what are you doing?"

The horses and the terrified soldiers remained motionless.

Lann shook his head. He noticed the girl whose clothes were torn at the beginning. She was now huddled to one side with her legs hugged. Her body was shaking constantly, but there was an indescribable joy in her eyes as she looked at the soldiers wailing in the flames.

Lan looked around and noticed the flag with the three lions of Cintra on it. He walked over, shook off the dust on it, and handed it to the girl.

There were a few more "boom" sounds, and the soldiers killed by Igni exploded under the influence of [magic sense]. The impact force caused the other ignited soldiers to be thrown out of the flames like fireworks.

Finally, the fire tornado dissipated with a "whoosh", and the hot air swept in all directions. The hot wind passed, causing the three-lion flag of Cintra in Lan's hand to flutter in the wind.

The girl opened her eyes wide, watching the man's sunny blond hair being blown wildly, blood and sand staining his handsome face and simple and majestic armor, and the three-lion emblem flag wrapped around him and protected him, ringing loudly under the guidance of the wind.

The most important thing is the dark golden eyes, which look like the lion pupils painted on the three lions emblem on the flag.

The girl's face was burned red by the flames. "You are... Lord Lannister? Did you jump out of the emblem to save us?"

Lan En was confused. Wait, "Do you know me?"

With a thump, the Nilfgaardian soldier who had been lying on the ground with his eyes closed seemed to want to escape, but Black Wind, who had been motionless for a long time, finally impatiently dropped his front hoof and took the life of the last Nilfgaardian soldier.

It dug the dirt on the ground to wipe the blood off its hooves and snorted in disdain.