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 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.
术士很少亲自上战场，哪怕上了战场也多是担当辅助性的角色。更何况他们一行人刚刚在面对莫斯萨克的时候也已经消耗了大量的魔力，术士再怎么训练在体质上也比不上从小训练出来的骑士，此时都是人困马乏。
只有最莽撞的年轻施法者才会选择正面对碰，术士的杀伤力是体现在各个方面的。
为了阻拦希里一行人的步伐，一条必经之路的小道旁边的山体在术士的魔法作用下崩塌。
又因为防止伤到希里，芙琳吉拉没有选择用这山崩去直接袭击希里所在的部队，但是却把希里他们前进的路给封死了，要是想要再往前起码要绕路多花一天的时间。
而不到半天，卡西尔他们带领的追杀部队就已经过来了。
卡西尔命令：“放信号！”
一支摇曳着亮红色光芒的响箭冲上半空，引起了附近尼弗迦德士兵的注意。
一群风尘仆仆的水手小心地避开路上的马蹄，突然被半空中的响声和亮光吸引了视线。
兰恩一剑将面前尼弗迦德骑兵队的最后一人袅首，身边横七竖八地已经倒了不少的尸体。他抢来的水囊擦了擦脸上的血，抬头，正好看到那支响箭。
“找到了！”
黑风全力狂奔，猎魔人的突变让它的耐力和速度都远远超过世上的任何战马，换个普通人过来可能都没法在黑风的背上睁开双眼。
兰恩一路上已经遇到了不少的尼弗迦德士兵，身上不可避免地增加了不少的细碎的伤口。魔力和法印作战确实很爽，但是现实不是游戏里面，做任务的时候随时随地可以原地冥想一天，目前兰恩的主要作战方法还是用剑。
因为城堡的那场大爆炸他知道，此战肯定会遇上术士。
掏出一个从尼弗迦德军官身上抢过来的酒囊，一口烈酒下肚，力量顿时从胃里缓慢地涌了上来。
【美食家】，通过食物缓慢而持久地恢复生命值的技能，发动。
身上伤口的疼痛感开始缓慢地减弱。兰恩不甚在意，而前方，喊杀声和各种电闪雷鸣火焰风吹的声音在响动。
战场顿时映入眼帘。
黑甲士兵提着武器涌向被围困的角落，辛特拉的士兵在里面苦苦挣扎。他们里面已经见不到战斗力最强的王室禁卫了，所有的禁卫都在守城的战斗中死伤殆尽。
他们中甚至还有部分是刚刚训练没几个月的城卫军战士，以及地方临时的征召兵，士气和战力都极其低下。
远远看过去上千数量在兵力上是绝对超过尼弗迦德追兵的，但是真正作战起来却被死死地压制，能够在战斗中发挥作用的只有那么一两百人。
白狼杰洛特毫无争议地冲杀在第一线。令人惊讶的是，紧随其后的居然是恩斯，老当益壮的老管家穿着狮子印章的一身锁子甲和长袍，骑马在人群中左突右撞，身后的豪斯险些跟不上他。
兰恩突然想起来，老管家好像说过自己曾经跟老兰尼斯特一起上过战场来着，兰恩童年时期的武术教习也是他……
辛特拉阵营的最后方，希里努力地缩在队伍的最后方不给大家添麻烦，艾斯则拉着十来名城卫军铠甲的士兵不断用弓箭覆盖站在高处上面的六名术士。
他们身体周围笼罩着一个防护罩，在弓箭的射击下不断泛起阵阵波纹。领头的一名女术士却没有出手，只是皱着眉头看着下面交战的双方，不知道在思索什么。
艾斯一边开弓一边咆哮：“压制住他们，术士开了防护罩就没法用魔法攻击了！如果他们腾出手来我们马上就完了！”
兰恩认同地点点头，很是认同艾斯的战斗直觉。他的手在背后犹豫了一下，最后还是抽出了狮鹫银剑。
“黑风，跳起来！”
狂奔中的黑风先是低俯身子蓄力了一个呼吸，紧接着后蹄一蹬用力地将踩踏的石头碾碎，整个身子腾空而起，如果眼前有一道河流此刻它也能够轻而易举的跨越。
急速的狂奔加上最后的冲跃给兰恩带来了巨大的初始动能，他将狮鹫银剑高高举过头顶，心中暗道：是时候想办法练练弓箭了，或者搞一把十字弩过来也行。
银剑宛若手斧一般脱手而出，旋转着飞向术士们所在的地方，宛若刺破泡沫一般将防护罩穿透后将一名术士的身体凿开。
他身边的一名同伴被喷了满脸的鲜血，愣了一下突然凄厉地高喊起来：“阻魔金！”
下一秒他的头上就多了一支箭矢，艾斯在下面兴奋地大喊：“很好，继续！只是术士而已，辛特拉的刀剑可以……嗯？”
箭侍从突然看到了从半空落地的黑色骏马，还有他背上的金发骑士，猛地瞪大了眼睛。
队伍最后面的尼弗迦德士兵听到了背后的马蹄声，没等他回头就被落下的马蹄踩在身上，险些成了两节。
“尼弗迦德人！”
兰恩纵马冲入步兵阵营，手中一闪从物品栏中取出一根骑枪，没有任何技巧，就是凭借着黑风冲击力和力量往前碾！
一个，两个，三个，骑枪上面的尸体串成了串，一眨眼就超过了兰恩单手承载的极限，兰恩顺势松开。此时黑风尚有冲势足以脱离，兰恩避免马儿陷入重围选择顺势翻身下马准备步战。
几把刀剑在他翻身下马的时候同时砍在他身上，好像纸片劈在石头上一样造不成丁点痕迹。
紧接着兰恩钢剑出鞘，闪电般刺向正前方一个人的心脏。随后他手腕一扭，操控剑刃在人体上挖出一个大洞。紧接着左手伸入洞中，掐出一个古怪的手势，魔力值急速跳动——
【阿尔德法印】！
巨大的冲击透过尼弗迦德士兵尸体的背后破肉而出，带起大阵的血雨和碎肉，把兰恩前方士兵的眼睛迷得根本睁不开。
兰恩心中暗忖，如果已经点了能够制造出冰霜的【刺骨】，眼前岂不是还能变成冰锥攒射覆盖？
心里思考着未来的路，但是兰恩手中可不慢。沉肩撞进被短暂致盲的人群，此时面对数倍于自身的敌人，没有任何其他更好的选择——
【回旋剑舞】！
钢剑仿佛割草一样收割着周围士兵的生命，更加绵密的红色雨滴在人群之中挥洒。
肾上腺素在体内飙升，手中的剑变得越来越轻，挥出的斩击变得越来越重，不断有惨叫声和闷响在耳边响起。
几个呼吸之后兰恩突然感觉手上一轻，微微气喘地停下手中的动作，抬头看去，眼前是目瞪口呆老管家和豪斯。
他竟然把尼弗迦德的步兵阵从后到前杀穿了。
“那是谁？那是谁？”尼弗迦德人忙不迭地后退和兰恩拉开距离，黑翼头盔的军官卡西尔勒住因为黑风到来而躁动不安的战马，大声嘶吼地询问周围的人。
“少爷？”老管家热泪盈眶，看着眼前的男人不敢置信地询问道。
兰恩抬头，扯出了一年以来的第一个微笑：“好久不见了，恩斯。以后你可再不能说我玩物丧志了。”
站在恩斯身后的豪斯突然打了一个哆嗦，他看到了黑风背上斯沃德的尸体，再也忍不住眼中的热泪，冥冥之中只觉得自己有什么东西必须要继承。
他双目通红地放声高喊：“尼弗迦德人！站在你们面前的是：亡者归来，诗歌中的狮子骑士，布洛奇隆的领主，辛特拉的雄狮——兰恩·兰尼斯特·雷安伦伯爵大人！”
“小心！”
杰洛特突然在不远处大喊，兰恩听到提醒之后下意识地一个翻滚，紧接着一道闪电猛然打在他之前站立的位置，他抬头看过去，一个短发的女术士手中跳动着闪电。
她身后的术士们一齐舞动魔法，不可攀登的高处突然翻动出现了一层阶梯，将他们送到了士兵们的身后。
兰恩他们既然有阻魔金的武器，那术士们就不适宜再站在高处做靶子了。
兰恩认出了那个领头的短发女术士，游戏里面出场过的芙琳吉拉·薇歌，未来和杰洛特知根知底的女术士之一，她会在杰洛特丢失狼派徽章后赠予其一枚可以施展幻术的项链徽章，在杰洛特最后杀死绑架希里的BOSS之战中发挥了至关重要的作用。
“杰洛特，你能想办法把对面那个女术士劝降吗？”兰恩走到白狼身边，低声商量着。
“虽然在你消失的这一年里发生了很多事，但是其中绝不包括‘我和对面的女术士成为朋友’这件事”。
“啧。”兰恩扭了扭脖子，“那抱歉了。”
“你做了什么对不起我的事情了吗？”杰洛特奇怪地看了兰恩一眼，随后视线在兰恩的狮瞳以及脖子上的狮鹫徽章上面停留了一会，说道：
“现在我就先不问你发生了什么了，但是——你冲进人群里面打架为什么不用【昆恩】？”
兰恩沉默了一下，左手捏印，身上金光一闪，防御型法印上身。
“咻咻咻。”就在兰恩和杰洛特低声交流的时候，尼弗迦德人后方的卡西尔又射出几道令箭。
“援军马上就到，绝对不能放跑他们！”卡西尔大吼道，“不过是又一个黄眼睛的怪胎罢了，他只有一个人！”
纪律严明的尼弗迦德士兵互相看了看，勉强再列阵型，却似乎被兰恩之前一人杀穿全阵的气势吓到，一时间裹足不前。
芙琳吉拉嗤笑一声，手中波动阵阵闪过，身后的术士也一齐开始口中念念有词，魔法攻击即将袭来。
兰恩回头大喊到：“艾斯，箭雨把他们盖住，你给我盯死了领头的女术士！”
兰恩交代完毕后便气势汹汹地术士方阵冲过去。
数十支箭矢从他的背后升起，术士们不得不停下口中的咒语撑起防护罩抵挡这一波的攻击。
兰恩狂奔上前，一名术士趁着箭雨的间隙走出防护罩朝着兰恩扔出一团闪电，被兰恩翻滚躲过，这一幕看得术士瞪大了眼睛。
随后兰恩一套剑舞劈散挡路的几名尼弗迦德士兵，黑甲士兵们纷纷不敢再拦路。
兰恩的眼前彻底畅通无阻，他已经杀进术士部队的近处。
挥剑，魔法防御罩破碎。
一支箭矢跨越战场横渡前来，刺透芙琳吉拉的头颅。
然而没有一滴血液流出，兰恩瞪大了眼睛，是幻象！
不出所料，下一秒一股澎湃的力量倾泻在兰恩的身侧，瞬间击碎了他的昆恩法印，将他击飞出去老远。
兰恩在地上几个驴打滚卸力，躲过想要偷袭的士兵，起身剑舞逼退敌人，吐出一口带血的沫子。
他掏出腰间的酒囊，旁若无人地在战场中心豪饮，刚刚企图偷袭他的士兵们被剑舞杀死，周围的尼弗迦德人一时间竟没人再敢接近他。
身上的伤和消耗的力量一起开始缓慢回复。
“战场上可不能这么分心啊，猎魔人。不试试找出我在哪里吗？”
芙琳吉拉的手中魔法波动闪烁，她的声音竟然还是从那个幻影中发出。
兰恩一抹嘴，将酒囊扔到一边，面无表情地说道：“你的魔法确实精妙，我看不透你的幻象。”
“但是我听过一句话——要用魔法打败魔法。”
兰恩左手前伸，魔力值猛地跳水一般缩减一半，澎湃的火焰在他的手心酝酿。
【魔力爆发·伊格尼法印】！
巨量魔力加持的法印彻底脱离了法印该有的样子，澎湃的火浪几乎铺展到了战场的每一个角落，被波及到的尼弗迦德发出撕心裂肺的惨叫，他们现在竟然只有拼命向前着辛特拉的方向冲锋才能躲避伤害。
杰洛特看着这一幕喃喃自语：“就算是狮鹫学派，这也太夸张了……”
术士部队的术士们苦苦支撑这防护罩，而在他们之外，一边原本的空地上也出现了一个新的防护罩。
兰恩狮瞳一闪，找到了！
“轰”“轰”，被伊格尼法印烧死的尼弗迦德士兵在【魔法感】的作用下纷纷爆炸，邻近术士的防护罩被炸得一抖一抖的，波纹阵阵。
而在那个空无一物的防护罩里面，缓缓出现了芙琳吉拉·薇歌的身影，她尖叫道：“火魔法？你这根本就不是猎魔人的手段！你到底是谁！”
兰恩心下冷笑，这有啥，像我这样的狮鹫猎魔人还有整整一个学派！
兰恩左手连动，一个又一个小威力的阿尔德喷射而出，随着兰恩的跑动在他的前方开辟出一条火中路径。
“艾斯！”兰恩大声招呼箭侍从，而侍从早已张弓搭箭，只待兰恩的阻魔金长剑砍透防护罩，便可杀敌。
一支箭却突然从尼弗迦德的方向飞了过来，势如破竹的一箭磕在兰恩新开的昆恩法印上，把兰恩打出去一个跟头，险些让他跌进自己的火海里。
转头看过去，黑翼盔骑士手持弓箭灵敏地翻身下马，躲过了艾斯暴怒的一箭。随后他再次张弓搭箭，抬头朝天又射出一支响箭。
突然间，地面响起微微震动，远处隐隐有马蹄声传来。
卡西尔喜形于色，支援来了！
“收缩阵型！”艾斯凄厉地大喊，“伯爵大人快退！”
场中的火焰渐渐收缩，只有草皮尚在的地方还有小束的火苗还在燃烧。芙琳吉拉·薇歌手中再次酝酿起魔法波动，只等兰恩劈开防护罩就给他来一记狠的。
尼弗迦德铁骑从视线的尽头出现，还没等帝国一方露出笑容，却发现那些尼弗迦士兵各个丢盔弃甲，俨然是被人追杀的架势。
难怪刚刚放了那么多响箭都没有人过来！原来他们早就已经打起来了！
可是辛特拉的北边那里还能有兵力对付成建制的尼弗迦德士兵？
卡西尔眺目望去，在尼弗迦德人身后，竟然是是数百名轻骑兵打扮的士兵。
这么说也不准确，他们比起轻骑兵更像是水手。他们似乎不擅长马战，但是凭借娴熟的弓箭和数倍于敌人的数量仅仅贴着前面的尼弗迦德士兵，根本不给重骑兵发挥力量的机会。
卡西尔一眼就看出来了对方的打扮，是史凯利格人！
“希里！我来救你……嗯？这不是兰恩吗！”
率领着史凯利格水手从玛那达山谷一路摸到这里的克拉茨高兴地大喊：“兰恩！我听到谣言说你死在陶森特了，回去我就把那个信使扔进山里，太好了哈哈哈！”
芙琳吉拉·薇歌手上的魔法波动愈加浓郁，此刻猛然爆发开来，一个橘红色的传送门在她的身后打开。
“走！”她冲着术士部队剩下的人一声大喊，转身带头冲进传送门内。
“突围！”卡西尔也凄厉地大喊，所有的黑甲士兵收缩在一起，朝着一个角落猛攻。而艾斯也带领着城卫军上前企图和史凯利格人形成包围的攻势，势必不能让他们把公主的消息带出去。
一名术士匆匆想要跑进传送门里面，却没有预见眼前白光猛然闪过，狮鹫长剑将他直接一刀两段。
兰恩抬手，朝着剩下的术士的掐出法印。
“我们投降！”术士大喊道，他们惊骇欲绝，此时只觉得世界上再没有比猎魔人更可怕的事物。
兰恩却没有顾忌对方的投降，巨大的火焰“轰”得一声再度将术士们覆盖，黄色的防护罩再度撑起，在火焰中苦苦支撑。
兰恩心下啐了一口，只觉得奇怪——为什么这些术士给人的感觉这么弱？
战场上不是犹豫这些的时候，兰恩回头看着传送门，正犹豫这要不要靠着阻魔金的长剑试试看能不能把传送门劈了防止再出现意外，没想到下一秒目标就化为一阵纯粹的魔法波动消失，只留下几率清风吹动火焰。
可能是另一边的芙琳吉拉看半天没有术士逃出来，知道肯定出现了意外，防止兰恩追上去果断撤销了传送门。
兰恩再看三国士兵们交战的战场，辛特拉的士兵已经和史凯利格配合将尼弗迦德团团围住。以辛特拉的盾卫顶在包围圈前面，史凯利格人在后面箭雨覆盖。
初次见面就配合地很好，看样子那边不需要自己担心了。
兰恩一个阿尔德冲散挡在自己面前的火焰，昆恩上身加重保险。大步上前一剑就砍碎了术士们的防护罩。
暗金狮瞳的猎魔人脸上沾满鲜血，跨越火焰缓步走来，防护罩内仅剩的三名术士此刻都已经吓得瘫倒在地上，嘴里不停地想要念什么魔法咒语，但是口齿害怕地直打颤，身上的魔法波动忽明忽暗根本凝聚不出来实在的东西。
兰恩突然顿住了脚步，开口问道：“你们为什么不开传送门跑？”
一名术士已经哭出来了：“我们不会……”
“哦。”兰恩点点头，突然跨步上前，一剑斩飞一名术士的头颅。那颗头还张着嘴，似乎还想要想着兰恩求饶。
在兰恩的猎魔人感官中，那个法师身边的魔法波动超绕着狮首银剑上面的同款红雾，此刻才缓缓消散。
“啊！”术士们发出了堪称性转的尖叫，口中念叨半天不成句的法咒彻底消散，一名术士直接遭到了反噬昏了过去。
兰恩淡淡地看着他们，突然开口问道：“有带阻魔金手铐吗？”
醒着的那名术士忙不迭地点头，手忙脚乱地从昏迷的那名术士的背囊中掏出一个盒子，里面躺着一副幽蓝的手铐。
在术士的手上的皮肤直接接触到手铐的那一瞬间，有根根清晰可见的血管从那被接触的地方显现出来，他身上的魔力波动顿时消散殆尽，整个人气质萎靡地还不如一个普通人。
兰恩示意了一下还昏迷着的那名术士：“给他也带上。”
自缚双手的术士轻声解释道：“只有一副手铐……”
兰恩面无表情地看了他一眼，突然提剑刺进昏迷术士的大腿，将他钉在地上。他粗暴的动作引得旁观者抖了两抖。
阻魔金打造的剑刃刺透术士的血肉，让这具身体失去了和混沌能量沟通的能力。
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…."