"They are fine for now, but they can't help you either. After all, there are too many of them. We plan to deal with them slowly after we get rid of you."

Lan's face turned even colder: "What did you do?"

Reans sneered. His voice was hoarse and had a strong sense of tearing. Just listening to it made people feel physically uncomfortable.

"You are an important person, Lord Lannister of Cintra. I am fully aware of this, so in order to deal with you, I have to find other important people, otherwise I don't have the courage to appear in front of you."

Reans laughed viciously, and the ugly scar on his face twisted as if to squeeze out his facial features:

"Go ahead, I want a living count. Poets don't matter."

Dandelion's face turned pale.

A dozen killers and mercenaries looked at each other and slowly approached Lann.

Lan drew out the sword of the Lady of the Lake, retreated to the corner, and asked Dandelion: "Can you take care of yourself?"

The poet stammered, "Do you... do you think they will like my song? You seemed to have said before that you could kill several warlocks in one go, but now you can't deal with them?"

Lan grinned. "It's hard for me to kill them without hurting you. So that brings me to my second question: Can you swim?"

Dandelion was stunned, and a bad premonition came to his mind, but along with it came an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Hey, hey, hey... Mr. Lannister, no, Lann, listen to me..."

Lann turned around suddenly, and with his left hand, he used the magic-infused [Alder Seal] to blast a large hole in the wooden wall behind him, causing the poor house to groan dangerously.

Then he grabbed Dandelion's collar with his right hand and exerted force suddenly. The poet immediately felt his body floating in the clouds and flew up.

In mid-air, Dandelion looked up at the sky, looking melancholy at the half crescent moon covered by dark clouds. Apart from that, there was no star in the sky, which was pitch black, just like his heart.

"You and Geralt are indeed the same~~"

The poet's scream stopped abruptly with the sound of a splash into the water.

Lann stretched his neck, moved his left hand again, and cast the [Quenn Seal] on his body. He grinned like a hungry lion baring his teeth:

"I need to save some magic power because it will be very useful later. So the scene for you guys may be - rather bloody."

Reens didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at this time, he also grinned: "I agree."

The battle did not begin with swords, because the demon hunter badge on Lann's chest suddenly began to tremble violently, indicating that someone was using magic to launch a sneak attack.

He jumped away from his spot and used his rune sword to block and offset the powerful magical energy that could immobilize people.

Reens raised his arm and wanted to do something else, but he obviously didn't cooperate well with those temporary desperadoes. At this moment, the dozen people rushed forward, leaving no room for the warlock to perform. He could only curse and retreat.

There were obviously several different small groups attacking Lann, which resulted in a tacit yet unfamiliar and contradictory attack rhythm among them.

However, they quickly sorted out the order and gave way to the four fastest runners. They cooperated very well, and their sword-holding postures were also very professional.

The first villain made a feint with his right hand, but immediately dodged it, giving the man behind him a chance to make a deceptive thrust.

But Lann was so fast and powerful that he rushed towards the first villain who had dodged and chopped his chest and abdomen in front of the other's surprised eyes.

Lan was very angry and used a lot of force, almost cutting the opponent in half.

Then he used the force of the forward rush to bend down, but instead of rolling, he used the griffin steel sword on his back that had not yet been unsheathed to block the opponent's subsequent attack. Then he took the hilt of the sword with his left hand, drew the sword out of the sheath, and using both hands to perform a cross cut to split the opponent's entire upper body.

The runes on the blood-soaked sword of the Lady of the Lake became brighter.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake has the property of increasing attack after killing an enemy, which is commonly known as "stacking damage". Theoretically, with it, Lann not only does not need to change to the silver sword, but he also does not need to use the steel sword anymore.

After all, usually his left hand was free for performing magic seals, but at this moment, he held the sword with both hands and actually felt that the battle was extremely enjoyable.

Everything happened in a flash. The remaining two members of the four-man team had not yet reacted to the death of their companion and were still attacking Lann from two different directions.

Lann turned sideways and spun into the gap between the two men, holding two swords and began to spin.

【Whirling Sword Dance】!

Lann felt his sword cut someone's spine, and before the horrifying wail began, he cut the opponent's throat. He had not practiced left-hand swordsmanship much, but with the blessing of the system, he performed [Sword Dance] without any unfamiliarity.

Double the sword range, double the damage, soon there was a bloody storm in the wooden house, and the sword blades cut through everything standing in the house.

Could the thugs, rogues, and killers in these towns be compared with the soldiers of Nilfgaard? It was too easy for Lann to kill them. His sword skills were like a meat grinder, wreaking havoc in the small room, and soon all the irrelevant people were killed.

Until only Lane and Reans were left.

The warlock's face had turned pale. He had heard rumors that wherever the lion passed, there were corpses of Nilfgaardians, but he had always believed that it was a fabrication by the refugees to inspire spiritual comfort.

The man in front of him could actually fight ten people alone in a skirmish! This was something that many warlocks who had just graduated from the academy could not do!

Reens kept backing away, raising his arms in front of him, with a magical light emanating from his fingers. He was muttering something, but his speech was very slow, and it was obvious that he was not very proficient in the spell he was about to use.

Lann rushed towards him without hesitation, holding two swords, which immediately frightened the warlock. He ran away before he could finish the spell.

As he ran, he was still shouting incomprehensible words, but there was no trace of magic fluctuations on his body. Lann understood that he was not reciting a magic spell, but calling for help. Or in other words, asking for help.

Help arrived soon. The two had already run out of the house and into the street. The dazzling light illuminated the alley, and a fiery red oval portal suddenly appeared on the dilapidated and dirty wall of a house.

Reans leaped towards the portal, but Lann was faster. He had no free hands to take out the crossbow, so he threw the griffin steel sword in his hand again like a throwing axe.

"Woo woo" the long sword spun in the air like a windmill, accurately piercing the enemy's thigh and knocking him down from the air. At the same time, the long sword, which was mixed with magic-blocking gold during the forging process, completely disrupted the already limited magic energy in Reans' body.

But the portal was still there, and it was obviously not Reans himself who opened it.

The escape route was just around the corner, but he only needed to take five or six steps forward to get out of here. Reans crawled on the ground in vain, leaving a trail of blood.

His laborious crawling soon came to a halt as someone stepped on his hand.

Lan's calf sank, and the steel greaves slowly crushed it with force, and a horrifying sound of bone cracking was heard immediately.

Ignoring Ryan's heart-wrenching screams and the weak force of beating his calves, Lan gritted his teeth and looked around. He saw his servants and soldiers.

House, Levin, Milva, and all the Cintra cavalry were now in this alley, standing in a posture of readiness, motionless, like sculptures.

Their hair was wet from the rain, and a mixture of sweat and rain flowed through their eyes, but their eyelids only trembled slightly.

The demon hunter's vision allowed Lann to see in the dark, and he clearly saw that the veins on the necks of the people closest to him were bulging, as if they were trying their best to move their bodies. Moreover, they seemed to be able to sense his movements, and their eyeballs were all moving slightly towards him in a very uniform manner.

However, the strength that was enough to wield the heavy sword in the past was now unable to even allow them to adjust their vision.

They were still alive, but in a state that was unfamiliar to Lan.

Lann stamped his foot: "What did you do?"

Rience laughed triumphantly while screaming: "Pull out the sword, take your feet away, let me go, and I will tell you!"

Lan narrowed his eyes, his lion pupils filled with anger.

He sneered, and first took out a [Golden Bomb], pulled the pin and threw it directly into the portal. The green dust expanded with a bang, and in the desperate eyes of Reens, the portal turned into sparks all over the sky.

Then he clenched his left hand, and a white light flashed.

Reigns screamed in an unpleasant voice: "It's useless, I'm a warlock, your witcher's magic sigils have no effect on me!"

Lan En said word by word: "That's not certain!"

He is no ordinary demon hunter!

[Axis Seal] + [Charm] + Magic Infusion.

One hundred points, two hundred points, three hundred points, five hundred points.

The magic power slowly focused, while the warlock in front of him remained calm.

Six hundred points, seven hundred points, eight hundred points, one thousand points!

The warlock gradually showed a look of shock. He felt as if countless tentacles transformed from his spirit were pressing against his forehead and were trying their best to drill in - and his brain could not bear it any longer!

"What did you do? Impossible! I'm a warlock!"

Lann said nothing and doubled the magic power he poured in: two thousand points!

The magic power in his body dropped to an unprecedented low, almost equal to all the magic power when the ancient blood awakened, poured into the [Axis Seal], almost turning into tangible ether elements visible to the naked eye. The magical fluctuations symbolizing the spirit made Lan, the caster, feel a tingling sensation on his skin.