The history books of the North have a special term to describe what happened in Cintra these days:
"The Sintra Massacre".
Lann sneaked along the path at the edge of the city wall, and when he encountered a small group of soldiers, he let them die without making any sound.
Lan was originally worried that if he encountered refugees, it would hinder his progress. He couldn't just stand by and watch them die, but he didn't want to be dragged down in his search. But later he found that he was worrying for no reason.
Because there are no more refugees in the capital of Cintra.
The walls of the capital were full of holes, and soldiers in black armor were running around inside.
Most of the southeast corner of the castle collapsed. Lan knew that place. Mossack and Ciri usually had classes in that room.
Dust, rubble, and bricks were spreading outward from a point in the center of the room and the city wall. It was obvious that there had been a devastating explosion there.
He obviously came too late, and all the fights had already been fought.
After realizing this situation, Lann found an opportunity in the alley to kill a team led by a cloaked Nilfgaardian officer, and simply disguised himself with a black sun cloak. After all, his current dress and appearance were too conspicuous, and he didn't want to alert the thousands of Nilfgaardian soldiers who were still in the capital to clean up the battlefield.
Fortunately, the Griffin School armor on his body is mainly silver and black. Although there is an obvious difference compared to the black armor of the Nilfgaardians, it can still be slightly confusing when covered with a cloak.
He first went to the Lannister mansion, which was already deserted. Then he went to the path beside the castle, trying to find some clues.
According to the original book, Lann remembered that Ciri would be ambushed while being escorted by the Royal Guards and kidnapped by a black-winged knight named Ka. Fortunately, Ciri would suddenly awaken the ancient blood in the process and escape, and then dress up as a street kid and be adopted by a merchant in the suburbs.
Finally, under the guidance of fate, she will meet Geralt and follow the White Wolf to the Wolf Faction's base camp Kaer Morhen to learn witcher skills.
The story of the knight with the black wing helmet is quite interesting. Lann remembered that he would repeatedly harass Ciri in the later period, and when Ciri learned martial arts from Kaer Morhen, he almost killed the black wing knight. When Geralt formed a team to find the girl, he would join them. After Geralt repeatedly joined drove him away and failed, he let him go. In the end, he died at the hands of a skilled swordsman.
He can barely be considered a character that was cleaned up in later stages. Lan En estimated that when the original author created this kind of character, he intended it to be a tool that was about to die.
Lan En now only hopes that nothing unexpected will happen during the process, and that nothing unexpected will happen to his retainers either.
Then he saw Sward's body.
Lann walked forward quickly. He saw that his former swordsman was now wearing the armor of a royal guard. Obviously, a lot had happened during this period.
He had more than a dozen knife and sword wounds of varying sizes on his body, the fatal wound being a penetrating wound on his chest, and all the blood had now been drained.
There was a hole the width of a sword blade on the wall not far behind him, obviously he had been nailed to the wall by the enemy.
He closed his eyes, with a smile of relief or liberation on his lips. What was he thinking about in his last moments?
Lann covered the hideous wound on Sword's chest with his hands and said silently in his heart: "Follower, contract."
He was still feeling lucky that he didn't spend the skill point he had just gained from the upgrade, but the system seemed to be stingy and wanted to keep this skill point - nothing happened.
Lann hesitantly opened the inventory, which could display the names of the items he touched.
【Corpse】
Not even a name.
The Lion-Eyed Demon Hunter no longer had any hope in his heart. He was unwilling to put the body of the servant into the inventory like an item. Even if it would interfere with his movements, he still chose to put the other party on Black Wind's back.
"Walk steadily for a while." He whispered.
Heifeng also knew the Sword Servant. The horse snorted gently and tried to keep its pace steady.
Lann continued to look around the battlefield. The alley was blocked by the bodies of soldiers and horses. It was obvious that a great battle had taken place here. The number of Nilfgaardian soldiers' bodies far exceeded that of Cintra. It was obvious that every lion had fought bravely.
At this moment, Lann suddenly saw a cloak-like object of a very familiar color on the ground. He picked it up and shook it, and it turned out to be the fur of the big griffin that he had hunted with great difficulty.
The entire piece of reddish-brown fur is long enough to wrap Lann's entire body, and its length reaches about the middle of his calf, which matches Lann's height very well. The head of the griffin is preserved and made into a hood, and the black feathers on the head and shoulders are specially treated with special potions to preserve the appearance that looks like a lion's mane. This is also the origin of the name "Griffin".
The only drawback is that the stitches on the cloak are a bit messy, and it is obvious that the person who sewed the cloak is a beginner. To be more strict, you can even criticize her for wasting this piece of high-quality fur.
It was Ciri. There was absolutely no other person in the entire Cintra Palace who dared to do such needlework on the fur of a great griffin.
The soldiers who were in a hurry to complete the task did not have time to take the fur away. The subsequent soldiers who came to plunder the battlefield might not know the value of the fur and might not recognize its value. They just thought it was worthless based on the roughness of the stitches and threw it there. This gave Lann the opportunity to find it.
Lann shook off the dust and footprints. Demon Hunter Senses, activated.
Many pheromones of various colors formed fog balls surrounding the cloak. Lann focused his attention on the densest one. Then, a signpost made of red fog appeared in the air and spread through the alley.
The red fog split into two in mid-air. One of them was more intense in color and extended in front of Lann, pointing to the north gate of Cintra's capital. The other one seemed less dense and pointed behind Lann. This road would lead to the war zone of the capital.
Why are there two roads?
Lan En was puzzled, and suddenly he saw Heifeng's ears move, and the horse immediately raised its head to be alert. Then he also heard a slight sound of footsteps and conversation coming from the direction of the battle zone.
"Did anyone just see a man wearing a baron's cloak walk in here?"
"It's absolutely correct, sir. That man is still holding Cintra's warhorse. There's no mistake!"
There is a road to heaven but you don't take it.
Lan counted silently in his mind: one, two, three... eleven, a squad of about the same number of people, with dull footsteps and wearing armor, but no horses. They were all infantry, so it was not a big problem.
Soon, a group of black-armored soldiers appeared in sight. Lann had not yet turned off his demon hunter senses, and to his surprise, the officer leading the team was surrounded by a thick red mist.
In the place where the red fog gathered the most, there was a leader dressed as a low-level military officer. He had a black backpack on his back, and you could vaguely see a lion-head hilt and a crystal-decorated swallow hilt sticking out of it.
"That's him!" a soldier shouted after seeing Lan.
The leading low-ranking officer sneered: "Ha, it's not our armor after all. Where did you get your cloak from..."
Before the man could finish his words, he was startled by Lan En's lion eyes when he suddenly looked up, and he took several steps back.
Lann took off the baron's cloak from behind, raised his hand to let the great griffin cloak cover himself, pulled down the hood, unsheathed the steel sword, and the lion's mane fluttered.
Before taking action, he comforted Black Wind and then supported Sword on its back.
"You took my stuff... a lot of stuff!"
…
That group of Nilfgaardian soldiers disappeared in an instant without any moisture.
After confirming the scent of the "Swift", combined with the Great Griffin Cloak, it was possible to completely confirm the direction of Ciri's escape.
What made Lann very uneasy was that there was a breath on the lion-headed silver sword of Sword, and this breath was also on the lion-headed silver sword, the griffin cloak, and the swift sword.
And this breath is very strange.
Here Lan is on his way on horseback.
On the other side, Ciri and Geralt officially met up. However, their current situation was definitely not suitable for going directly to Kaer Morhen, so they still followed Mossak's plan and headed towards Brokilon.
Instead, he ran into Fringilla Viego and Cassiel.
According to Nilfgaard's current marching route and the situation in the North, anyone with a little strategic vision can infer that the princess will definitely flee to the north, not to mention that Cassiel and the others are following directly behind Ciri.
At this time, there were only five warlocks left in Fringilla Vigo's army. They all went through the teleportation array and arrived in front of Ciri's team.
At this time, Ciri's team, with the help of the city guards and the local troops gathered along the way, had more than a hundred people, which was a subtle threat to Fringilla and the others.
They know their own business. The warlock troops behind them are all those eliminated from the two major academies, otherwise they would not have fallen to the point of participating in Nilfgaard's military training and losing the dignity of a wizard.
Warlocks rarely go to the battlefield in person, and even if they do, they mostly play a supporting role. Moreover, they had already consumed a lot of magic power when facing Mossak just now. No matter how much training a warlock has, his physique is not as good as that of a knight who has been trained since childhood. At this time, they are all exhausted.
Only the most reckless young spellcasters would choose a head-on confrontation, as the warlock's lethality is reflected in all aspects.
In order to stop Ciri and her group, the mountain next to a small path that they had to take collapsed under the magic of a warlock.
In order to prevent Ciri from getting hurt, Fringilla did not choose to use the landslide to directly attack Ciri's troops, but blocked Ciri and her team's way forward. If they wanted to move forward, they would have to take a detour and spend at least one more day.
In less than half a day, the pursuit troops led by Cassir and his men arrived.
Cassiel ordered: "Send the signal!"
A whistling arrow emitting a bright red light shot up into the air, attracting the attention of nearby Nilfgaardian soldiers.
A group of dusty sailors were carefully avoiding the horses' hooves on the road, when they were suddenly attracted by a sound and a bright light in the air.
Lann beheaded the last man of the Nilfgaard cavalry with a sword, and there were many dead bodies lying around him. He wiped the blood off his face with the water bag he snatched, and when he looked up, he saw the whistling arrow.
“Found it!”
Black Wind was running at full speed. The witcher's mutation made his endurance and speed far exceed any warhorse in the world. If an ordinary person came here, he might not even be able to open his eyes on Black Wind's back.
Lann has encountered many Nilfgaardian soldiers along the way, and inevitably has a lot of small wounds on his body. It is really fun to fight with magic and seals, but the reality is not like in the game. When doing tasks, you can meditate on the spot for a day at any time. At present, Lann's main method of fighting is still to use the sword.
Because of the huge explosion in the castle, he knew that he would definitely encounter a warlock in this battle.
He took out a wine bag snatched from a Nilfgaardian officer, took a gulp of the liquor, and strength immediately surged up slowly from his stomach.
[Gourmet], a skill that slowly and persistently restores health points through food, is activated.
The pain from the wound on his body slowly began to subside. Lann didn't pay much attention to it, but in front of him, there were shouts of killing and various sounds of lightning, thunder, fire and wind.
The battlefield suddenly came into view.
The black-armored soldiers rushed to the besieged corner with their weapons in hand, and the soldiers of Cintra were struggling inside. There were no more of the most powerful royal guards among them, as all of them had been killed or wounded in the battle to defend the city.
Some of them were even city guards who had only been trained for a few months, as well as local temporary conscripts, and their morale and combat effectiveness were extremely low.
From a distance, the number of thousands definitely outnumbered the Nilfgaardian pursuers, but when they actually started fighting they were completely suppressed, and only one or two hundred people were able to play a role in the battle.
Geralt the White Wolf charged into the front line without any dispute. Surprisingly, Ens followed closely behind him. The old butler, wearing a chain mail and robe with the lion seal, rode his horse and bumped into the crowd. House behind him could hardly keep up with him.
Lann suddenly remembered that the old butler seemed to have said that he had been on the battlefield with Old Lannister, and he was also Lann's martial arts instructor during his childhood...
At the end of the Cintra camp, Ciri tried her best to stay at the back of the team so as not to cause trouble to everyone, while Ace led a dozen armored soldiers of the city guards to continuously use bows and arrows to cover the six warlocks standing on high ground.
A protective shield surrounded their bodies, which was constantly rippled by the arrows. The leading sorceress did not take action, but just frowned and looked at the two sides fighting below, wondering what she was thinking.
Ace roared as he fired his bow, "Suppress them! The warlock can't use magic attacks when he opens the shield! If they free their hands, we'll be finished in no time!"
Lan nodded in agreement, agreeing with Ace's fighting instincts. He hesitated for a moment, but finally drew out the silver griffin sword.
"Black Wind, jump up!"
While running wildly, Heifeng first bent down to gather his strength for a breath, then kicked off with his hind legs to crush the stones he was stepping on, and his whole body flew into the air. If there was a river in front of him, he could easily cross it at this moment.
The rapid run and the final leap brought Lann a huge initial kinetic energy. He raised the griffin silver sword high above his head and thought to himself: It's time to find a way to practice archery, or get a crossbow.
The silver sword flew out of his hand like a hand axe, spinning towards where the warlocks were, piercing through the protective shield like piercing foam and chiseling open the body of a warlock.
A companion beside him was sprayed with blood all over his face. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly shouted shrilly: "Demon Blocking Gold!"
The next second, there was an arrow above his head. Ace shouted excitedly from below: "Very good, keep going! It's just a warlock, Cintra's sword can... huh?"
The Arrow Servant suddenly saw the black horse falling from mid-air and the blond knight on his back, and his eyes widened suddenly.
The Nilfgaardian soldier at the end of the team heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. Before he could turn around, he was trampled by the falling horse hooves and was almost broken into two.
"Nilfgaardians!"
Lann rode his horse into the infantry camp, and with a flash of his hand he took out a lance from the inventory. Without any skill, he just relied on the impact and power of the black wind to roll forward!
One, two, three, the bodies on the lance were strung together, and in the blink of an eye, they exceeded the limit of Lann's single-handed load, and Lann let go. At this time, Heifeng still had enough momentum to break away, and Lann chose to turn over and dismount to prepare for foot combat to avoid the horse being trapped.
Several swords and knives hit him at the same time when he jumped off his horse, but it was like a piece of paper hitting a stone, and no trace was left.
Then Lann drew his steel sword and stabbed it into the heart of the person in front of him like lightning. Then he twisted his wrist and controlled the blade to dig a big hole in the human body. Then he stretched his left hand into the hole and made a strange gesture, and his magic value jumped rapidly -
[Alder Seal]!
The huge impact broke through the flesh on the backs of the Nilfgaardian soldiers, bringing up a rain of blood and minced meat, blinding the soldiers in front of Lann so much that they could not open their eyes.
Lann thought to himself, if he had already activated [Bone-chilling] which could create frost, wouldn't the scene in front of him be able to be covered by a barrage of ice cones?
He was thinking about the future, but Lan was not slow in his hands. He lowered his shoulders and rushed into the crowd that was temporarily blinded. Facing enemies that were several times his size, he had no better choice.
【Whirling Sword Dance】!
The steel sword was reaping the lives of the surrounding soldiers like mowing the grass, and more dense red raindrops were sprinkled among the crowd.
Adrenaline surged through his body, the sword in his hand became lighter and lighter, the blows became heavier and heavier, and screams and muffled sounds continued to ring in his ears.
After a few breaths, Lann suddenly felt his hand lighten. He stopped what he was doing with a slight breathless pause and looked up. In front of him was the stunned old butler and House.
He actually killed his way through the Nilfgaardian infantry formation from back to front.
"Who is that? Who is that?" The Nilfgaardians hurriedly retreated to distance themselves from Lann. Cassir, the officer wearing the black-winged helmet, reined in his horse, which was becoming restless due to the coming of the black wind, and asked the people around him with a loud roar.
"Master?" The old butler's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the man in front of him and asked in disbelief.
Lan looked up and smiled for the first time in a year: "Long time no see, Ens. Don't ever say I'm obsessed with pleasure again."
House, who was standing behind Enns, shuddered suddenly. He saw Sward's body on Black Wind's back and could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. He felt that he had to inherit something.
His eyes were red as he shouted: "Nilfgaardians! The one standing before you is: the dead who has returned, the Lion Knight in poetry, the Lord of Brokilon, the Lion of Cintra - Lord Lann Lannister Rhaanron!"
"careful!"
Geralt suddenly shouted not far away. After hearing the reminder, Lann rolled over subconsciously. Then a bolt of lightning suddenly hit the place where he had been standing before. He looked up and saw a short-haired sorceress with lightning dancing in her hands.
The warlocks behind her cast their magic together, and a staircase suddenly appeared at the unreachable height, taking them behind the soldiers.
Now that Lann and his men have weapons made of demon-blocking metal, it is no longer appropriate for the warlocks to stand on high places and serve as targets.
Lane recognized the short-haired sorceress who was leading the group, Fringilla Viego, who had appeared in the game and was one of the sorceresses who knew Geralt well in the future. After Geralt lost the Wolf Clan badge, she would give him a necklace badge that could cast illusions, and played a crucial role in Geralt's final battle to kill the boss who kidnapped Ciri.
"Geralt, can you find a way to persuade the sorceress on the opposite side to surrender?" Lann walked to the White Wolf and whispered to discuss.
"Although a lot of things happened in the year you disappeared, 'I became friends with the sorceress across the street' was definitely not one of them."
"Tsk." Lann twisted his neck, "I'm sorry."
"Have you done anything to offend me?" Geralt looked at Lann strangely, then his eyes stayed on Lann's lion pupils and the griffin emblem on his neck for a while, and said:
"I won't ask you what happened now, but - why didn't you use [Quinn] when you rushed into the crowd to fight?"
Lann was silent for a moment, then he formed a seal with his left hand. A golden light flashed on his body and a defensive seal appeared on his body.
"Swish, swish, swish." Just as Lann and Geralt were whispering to each other, Kelsier behind the Nilfgaardians shot out several more arrows.
"Reinforcements are coming soon. We must not let them escape!" Kelsier shouted. "It's just another yellow-eyed freak. He's alone!"
The disciplined Nilfgaardian soldiers looked at each other and reluctantly formed a battle formation again, but they seemed to be frightened by Lann's momentum of killing his way through the entire formation alone, and they hesitated to move forward for a moment.
Fringilla sneered, and waves flashed in her hands. The warlocks behind her also began to chant something, and a magic attack was about to hit.
Lann turned around and shouted, "Ace, use the rain of arrows to cover them, and you must kill the leading sorceress!"
After Lann finished his instructions, he led a phalanx of warlocks and rushed forward aggressively.
Dozens of arrows rose from behind him, and the warlocks had to stop chanting spells and put up a protective shield to block this wave of attacks.
Lann rushed forward, and a warlock took advantage of the gap between the rain of arrows to walk out of the protective shield and threw a ball of lightning at Lann, but Lann rolled over to avoid it. The warlock's eyes widened when he saw this scene.
Then Lann used a sword dance to slash away several Nilfgaardian soldiers who were blocking the way, and the black-armored soldiers dared not block the way anymore.
Lann's vision was completely clear and he had already gotten close to the warlock troops.
Swing the sword, the magic defense shield is broken.
An arrow flew across the battlefield and pierced Fringilla's head.
However, not a drop of blood flowed out. Lann's eyes widened. It was an illusion!
As expected, the next second a surge of power poured down on Lann's side, instantly shattering his Quinn Seal and knocking him flying far away.
Lann rolled on the ground a few times to dissipate the force, dodged the soldiers who wanted to launch a sneak attack, stood up, danced with his sword to force back the enemy, and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.
He took out the wine bag from his waist and drank in the center of the battlefield as if no one was around. The soldiers who had just tried to launch a sneak attack on him were killed by his sword dance, and for a moment no Nilfgaardian dared to approach him.
The injuries on his body and the energy he had consumed began to slowly recover.
"You can't be so distracted on the battlefield, demon hunter. Why don't you try to find where I am?"
Magic waves flickered in Fringilla's hands, and her voice actually came from that phantom.
Lann wiped his mouth, threw the wine bag aside, and said expressionlessly: "Your magic is indeed exquisite. I can't see through your illusion."
"But I've heard a saying - to defeat magic with magic."
Lann stretched out his left hand, and his magic power suddenly dropped by half, and a surging flame was brewing in the palm of his hand.
[Magic Explosion·Igni Seal]!
The sigil blessed by a huge amount of magic power completely deviated from its original appearance. The surging waves of fire spread to almost every corner of the battlefield. The Nilfgaardians who were affected let out heart-wrenching screams. Now they could only desperately charge forward towards Cintra to avoid damage.
Geralt muttered to himself as he watched this scene: "Even if it's the Griffin School, this is too exaggerated..."
The warlocks of the warlock army struggled to hold up the protective shield, and outside of them, a new protective shield appeared on the original open space on one side.
Lan En's lion eyes flashed, and he found it!
"Boom" "Boom", the Nilfgaard soldiers who were burned to death by the Igni Sign exploded one after another under the effect of [Magic Sense], and the protective shields of nearby warlocks were shaken and ripples appeared.
And in the empty protective shield, the figure of Fringilla Vigo slowly appeared. She screamed, "Fire magic? This is not a method used by a demon hunter! Who are you?"
Lann sneered in his heart. What’s the big deal? There is a whole school of griffin hunters like me!
Lann moved his left hand continuously, and one small-powered Alder after another was ejected, opening up a path of fire in front of Lann as he ran.
"Ace!" Lann called out to the archer servant loudly, and the servant had already drawn his bow and arrow, waiting for Lann's magic-blocking gold sword to cut through the protective shield to kill the enemy.
Suddenly, an arrow flew over from the direction of Nilfgaard, and hit Lann's newly opened Quen Seal with great force, knocking Lann off his feet and almost causing him to fall into his own sea of fire.
Turning his head, he saw the knight in the black wing helmet nimbly dismounting with a bow in hand, dodging Ace's furious arrow. He then drew his bow again, raised his head and shot another arrow into the sky.
Suddenly, the ground shook slightly and the sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly in the distance.
Cassirer was delighted, support was coming!
"Shrink the formation!" Ace screamed, "My Lord Earl, retreat quickly!"
The flames in the field gradually shrank, and only small flames were still burning where the grass was still there. Fringilla Weiger once again summoned magical fluctuations in her heart, waiting for Lann to split the protective shield so that she could give him a hard blow.
The Nilfgaardian cavalry appeared from the end of the sight. Before the Empire could smile, they found that the Nilfgaardian soldiers had thrown away their armor and weapons, as if they were being hunted.
No wonder no one came after so many flares were fired! It turned out that they had already started fighting!
But where in the north of Cintra are there troops to deal with the organized Nilfgaardian soldiers?
Cassir looked over and saw that behind the Nilfgaardians were hundreds of soldiers dressed as light cavalry.
It is not accurate to say so, they are more like sailors than light cavalry. They do not seem to be good at horse fighting, but with their skilled bows and arrows and their numbers several times that of the enemy, the Nilfgaardian soldiers who only stick to the front do not give the heavy cavalry a chance to exert their strength.
Cassir could tell at a glance from the other person's attire that he was from Skellige!
"Ciri! I'm here to save you... huh? Isn't this Lann!?"
Kratz, who led the Skellige sailors all the way here from the Manada Valley, shouted happily: "Lann! I heard rumors that you died in Toussaint. I will throw the messenger into the mountains when I return. That's great, hahaha!"
The magical fluctuations on Fringilla Weissinger became stronger and stronger, and suddenly exploded at this moment, and an orange-red portal opened behind her.
"Go!" She shouted to the remaining members of the warlock army, turned around and led the way into the portal.
"Break out!" Kelsier also screamed, and all the black-armored soldiers gathered together and attacked a corner. Ace also led the city guards to try to form an encirclement with the Skellige people, and they must not let them take the news of the princess out.
A warlock tried to run into the portal in a hurry, but he didn't foresee a sudden flash of white light before his eyes, and the griffin's sword cut him in two.
Lann raised his hand and made a seal towards the remaining warlocks.
"We surrender!" the warlocks shouted. They were terrified and felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world than the witchers.
Lann did not care about the other party's surrender. The huge flames covered the warlocks again with a "boom". The yellow protective shield was propped up again, struggling to hold on in the flames.
Lann spat in his heart, feeling strange - why did these warlocks seem so weak?
The battlefield was not the time to hesitate about these things. Lan looked back at the portal, wondering whether he should use the magic-blocking sword to try to break the portal to prevent any further accidents. Unexpectedly, the target turned into a pure magic wave and disappeared in the next second, leaving only a chance for the breeze to blow the flames.
It may be that Fringilla on the other side saw that the warlock had not escaped for a long time, and knew that an accident must have occurred. In order to prevent Lann from catching up, she decisively cancelled the portal.
Lann looked at the battlefield where the soldiers of the three kingdoms were fighting. The soldiers of Cintra had cooperated with Skellige to surround Nilfgaard. The shield guards of Cintra were at the front of the encirclement, and the Skellige soldiers were behind them, covering them with a rain of arrows.
He cooperated very well when we first met. It seems I don't need to worry about that side anymore.
Lann used Alder to disperse the flames in front of him, and Quinn put on more weight. He took a big step forward and shattered the warlocks' protective shields with a sword.
The demon hunter with dark gold lion eyes, his face covered in blood, walked slowly over the flames. The only three warlocks left in the protective shield were now frightened and collapsed to the ground. They kept trying to recite some magic spells, but their teeth were trembling with fear, and the magic fluctuations on their bodies flickered and could not condense into anything solid.
Lann suddenly stopped and asked, "Why don't you open the portal and run?"
One of the warlocks has already cried out: "We will not..."
"Oh." Lan nodded, suddenly stepped forward, and chopped off the head of a warlock with a sword. The head was still open-mouthed, as if it wanted to beg for mercy from Lan.
In Lan's demon hunter senses, the magic fluctuations around the wizard were like the same red mist surrounding the lion-headed silver sword, which slowly dissipated at this moment.
"Ah!" The warlocks let out screams that could be described as gender-changing. The incoherent spells they had been chanting for a long time completely dissipated, and one warlock was directly counterattacked and fainted.
Lan looked at them calmly, and suddenly asked, "Do you have the magic-blocking gold handcuffs?"
The awake warlock nodded hurriedly and frantically took out a box from the backpack of the unconscious warlock. Inside the box was a pair of dark blue handcuffs.
The moment the skin on the warlock's hands came into direct contact with the handcuffs, clearly visible blood vessels emerged from the contacted area. The magical fluctuations in his body instantly dissipated, and his entire temperament became even weaker than that of an ordinary person.
Lann gestured to the still unconscious warlock: "Take it to him too."
The warlock who bound his own hands explained softly: "There is only one pair of handcuffs..."
Lann looked at him expressionlessly, then suddenly thrust his sword into the unconscious warlock's thigh, pinning him to the ground. His rough action caused the onlookers to shudder.
The blade made of demon-blocking metal pierced the warlock's flesh and blood, causing the body to lose the ability to communicate with chaotic energy.
Lann walked towards the direction of the military battle without looking back: "If he dies, you will die too."
The awake warlock hurriedly tore off his robes and used the first aid methods he had learned to stop the bleeding on his companion's bloody thigh.
On the other side, only a dozen Nilfgaardian soldiers were left. Some of them wanted to kneel down and surrender, but the Cintra troops who were fleeing had no interest in accepting prisoners. Now they had no choice but to fight to the death.
"Stop it!" Lann yelled, "He's mine!"
Cassir, who was tightly protected by his own earl's personal guards, looked up suddenly. This familiar sentence suddenly reminded him of the night when he almost died, and the exquisite swordsman who almost killed him in the crowd.
The people surrounding the Nilfgaardian soldiers made way for the angry lion. They looked at the resurrected Count with complicated eyes, their minds filled with his god-of-war-like image of wantonly slaughtering the Nilfgaardian soldiers.
A Nilfgaardian soldier who was about to collapse drew his sword and rushed forward. Lann, with his superb reaction speed, grabbed the opponent's sword hand with his right hand, hit the opponent's inner elbow with his left hand, and easily turned the blade over, allowing the opponent to cut his own neck.
"I am Cassiel Mauva Dyflin aip Chilak, the Count of Nilfgaard! Charge with me!"
Realizing that he was in a desperate situation, the Winged Helmet Knight shouted loudly to give himself courage and led the charge.
Lann lowered his head to dodge the opponent's attack, raised his hand and used the Alder Seal to tear the armor apart while knocking the opponent away with blood spitting out of his mouth.
Facing the remaining soldiers rushing forward, he slid in, and Igni, Alder, and Sword Dance swung together, and in a few breaths, they were all turned into dead souls under the sword.
The Skellige people, who had never seen Lann display his power, exclaimed in amazement, and their eyes widened with every kill he made.
Ace and House seemed to see Lane's intention. They rushed out from the crowd and picked up Cassiel, who had knocked Lane to the side. Each of them bent one arm and made the other kneel down towards Lane.
"Kelsier of Nilfgaard!" Lann shouted, "Do you recognize this sword?"
Lann's hand flashed, and the lion-headed silver sword was held in his hand. In Lann's demon hunter senses, in addition to Sward himself, the most concentrated breath of red mist on the long sword was wrapped around the other party.
Kelsier raised his bloodshot eyes and saw the sword. He then lowered his head and said in despair, "He was a respectable warrior... If it weren't for the warlock's help, I wouldn't have killed him so easily."
"Just a warlock?"
Cassiel responded in an inaudible voice.
"Very good, then you are the last one." Lan's low voice seemed to echo and roar in his throat. He stood beside the other party with his hands raised high above his head.
Kelsier suddenly looked up, and asked anxiously, "I am the Earl of Nilfgaard, Kelsier Moy Dyflin aip Chilak. Who is killing me now?"
He stared at Lan, hoping to hear Lan give a name that was worthy of aristocracy.
Lann roared like a lion: "S! Wo! De!"
The sword light drew a semicircle in the air, heads rolled to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.
Lan wiped the blood off the opponent's cloak and put the lion-headed silver sword back into space.
The system prompt sounded.
[Character level increase +1]
Lan himself had forgotten how many Nilfgaardians he had killed along the way, and now he had actually upgraded.
He turned around and used his lion eyes to scan the soldiers who were looking at him with awe. There was excitement on their faces, and hope appeared in their eyes for the first time after experiencing the despair of losing their country.
Some people in the crowd were eager to try.
"Lion, the lion of Cintra." Someone in the crowd suddenly whispered.
"Lion, the Lion of Cintra." Another voice said, its voice trembling, but extremely firm.
The crowd was slightly shocked, and finally someone shouted loudly: "Lion! The Lion of Cintra!"
The warriors pounded their armor with their fists, hit the ground with their spears, and struck their shields with their daggers. They used all their methods and strength to make the loudest noise and offered the most pious shouts of their lives to the man in front of them.
"Lion! Lion! Lion!"
"The Lion of Cintra!!!"
The system prompt sounded again, and the sighing like a hymn added more passion to the shouting.
[Mission: City Defense Iron Guard Part 3 - Completed]
[Character level increase +1]
Amid the shouts of the crowd, a familiar figure rushed in.
Familiar steps, familiar fragrance, familiar force hitting my arms, familiar force making me take two steps back, and that familiar cry:
"Woooooaaaaa Lane, Lane, Lane, woooooooo…"
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