The fall of the ancient Deer Head Spirit means that the precious [Ancient Deer Head Spirit Decoction] has been taken by Lan En.
Lann then looked up at the griffins and dragons flying in the sky. After the initial chaos, the armies of various countries organized effective attacks under the command of their respective officers. The monsters were shot down by the troops who had come to their senses.
Some careless soldiers stepped forward and wanted to kill the monster to gain glory. However, the flying monster still had a combat power that could not be underestimated even after landing. The low-level armor could not stop the claws of these monsters at all, and the soldiers who attacked rashly were torn apart one after another.
The Cintra side was happy to help them out.
The human army lacked experience in dealing with monsters, nor in utilizing monster tissues. They were not aware of the value of monster corpses, and they might not even know what a mutation inducer was.
If the kings had brought sorcerers or alchemists with them, the situation might have been very different. But they didn't. So Lann and his party were the biggest beneficiaries of the death of these monsters.
The most the proud kings would do is chop off the monsters' heads and collect them, or give away some scales and leather, which was harmless.
Instructing several Cintra cavalrymen and the demon hunter Serrit to stay and wait until the flames burn out and deal with the body of the ancient deer-headed spirit as soon as possible, Lann jumped nimbly onto Black Wind's back and shouted to his troops:
"Keep going to help, my allies need us now! For the North! For Cintra!"
The cavalry responded with high spirits: "Yes! Lord Earl! For Cintra! For Lannister! For the lion!"
…
The battle continued until dawn.
As the first ray of sunlight shone down from the horizon, the last monster finally let out the last scream from its throat and fell to the ground with a bang.
Lann rarely used the sign in the second half of the battle.
On the one hand, these monsters are not as powerful as the ancient deer-headed monsters, so there is no need to be on high alert; on the other hand, Lann wanted to deliberately show "heroism" that ordinary people could understand at the human level, just like the team that rescued Mi Wei before.
For these knights and soldiers, chopping off a monster's head with a sword is far more worthy of respect and admiration than smashing the monster to pieces with a hand cannon.
This is a hunt of a demon hunter, but also a personal show of the lion Lann.
During the battle, he changed back to holding the sword with both hands. The golden rune sword and the black magic scimitar surrounded by red light were more dazzling than torches in the dark night.
The sword dance and New Year's greeting sword techniques enhanced by the system, as well as the physical fitness that has already surpassed the limits of the human body after multiple upgrades and mutation enhancements, allowed him to fight without stopping until dawn, and his footprints were left in every corner of the battlefield.
The last monster was also a fork-tailed dragon. Its neck was pierced by Lann's Sword of the Lady of the Lake, and it was nailed to the ground by Lann as if it were an execution.
Lann stood on the shoulder of the fork-tailed dragon, watching the experience on the system panel jump up slightly, confirming that the monster under his feet was dead.
The system prompt sounded like a holy sigh at this moment:
[Character level increase +1]
The monsters slaughtered tonight once again pushed Lann up a level through killing.
It's a pity that I didn't receive the demon hunting mission, otherwise the harvest tonight would definitely be more than this.
Shaking his head, Lann abandoned his greedy thoughts and stepped hard on the fork-tailed dragon's body, pulling out his sword.
A hand wearing a steel arm guard handed over a cloak. Lann took it very naturally and wiped the blood off the sword, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Lann turned around and found that the person who handed him the cloak was not a warrior from Cintra, but a Redanian knight wearing an eagle emblem.
Seeing Lann's surprised look, the knight took a step back and exclaimed: "Lord Lannister, your bravery amazes me. I have witnessed your record of fighting ten people alone, and I have also seen you fighting from darkness to dawn without stopping. If it were not for you, I don't know how much loss we would have suffered tonight..."
There won't be much loss, at most there will be some chaos and the death of a few weird kings. Less than 10% of the soldiers will be killed or injured.
Lan En thought so in his heart, but a polite smile appeared on his face:
"My strength is nothing. This is the momentum of all the warriors in the North who have united together to resist the terrifying monster. Gathering strength to resist a powerful enemy is the purpose of our gathering here, isn't it?"
"Your modesty is also humbling."
The knight lowered his head and retreated back to his team. His comrades around him all looked at Lan with the same eyes as he did.
After a night like this and seeing such a battle, it was hard for them not to show such expressions.
They sighed in a low voice: "Seeing is believing, the Lion of Cintra..."
Lann wrapped the rune sword with the cloak handed to him by the knight, wiped off the blood, and revealed the dazzling golden light underneath.
"Sword of the Lady of the Lake..."
The knight heard envious exclamations from the people around him, but he could not hear any greed in them.
"Only a true knight will receive the sword given by the Lady of the Lake..."
After wiping the sword's spine clean, Lann looked at the runes on the sword in the first rays of morning sunlight to confirm that there was no dirt left on it.
The sunlight and the rune sword almost merged into one, and the soldiers narrowed their eyes slightly. It was unknown whether it was because of the sunlight, the sword of the Lady of the Lake, or the golden-haired knight.
"No... that's not the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, not anymore in Lord Lannister's hands." A knight who was saved from the monster by Lann muttered, "That's the Sword of the Dawn."
"His sword is like the light of dawn. It is also because of his sword that I can see the sunrise today..."
Lann did not hear the soldiers' mutterings, and even if he did, he would not think it was a bad thing. He looked into the distance, looking for his own troops, and soon saw his Cintria cavalry wandering around the corpses of various monsters.
Kolgrim made a reassuring gesture to Lann, indicating that everything that needed to be dealt with had been done.
Lan nodded.
Senior officers from various countries shuttled between the troops to reorganize their formations and count the losses caused by the chaos last night. After confirming that it was safe, the kings in military uniforms also came out under the protection of their guards to boost morale.
Except Henselt.
Demawi looked at Reso beside Lann. The demon hunter's arms were thicker than his waist. This kind of warrior who could be seen with the naked eye was the favorite warrior of these kings who liked to lead the army in person.
"Demon hunters?" Demawi seemed to be thinking about it. "It seems that I need to hire some demon hunters in my own kingdom. They have a unique way of dealing with monsters."
"Let's rest as soon as possible and return to our respective territories, Your Majesties," Lann suggested. "It's too dangerous outside. The current situation will cause complete chaos in the North if there is any disturbance, and all the hard work we have put in over the past few days will go to waste."
Lann was referring to the fact that Kaedwen almost called in soldiers stationed at the border last night. When the troops of the four countries were all on high alert, if one side was irrational and broke the balance and caused misunderstandings, it could cause a super melee.
Then in the next ten or even dozens of years, there will be no possibility of peace and cooperation in the North.
"The Scoia'tael are indeed a disaster." Demave frowned. "Aedirn is too close to Kaedwen. It might also be affected by that idiot Henselt. Maybe I should make plans early when I go back."
"To fight foreign enemies, we must first stabilize the country. I actually agree with this. But His Majesty Henselt is too murderous." Lann sighed, "When dealing with non-human races, we need to distinguish between friends and enemies."
Demawi did not comment on what Lann said.
Mi Wei glanced at Lan En and shook her head at him.
There are rumors in the North that although Demawi is quite far-sighted in strategy, he is actually known for being cruel and jealous. No wonder he has been entangled with Henselt for so many years. He may be better than Henselt in terms of overall situation, but his character is not much better.
The leaders were thinking about their plans after returning home and were no longer in the mood to chat. They just arranged for their men to count the casualties and regroup, and at the same time contact the border defense forces to intensify the search of the surrounding forests and eliminate the remnants of the Squirrel Party.
Once the agreement between the countries is finalized, they will leave and return home.
…
The Northern Kingdom regroups here.
And deep in the forest, the Scoia'tael are also licking their wounds.
The dwarves who remained in the camp and had little fighting power looked anxiously in the direction of the forest. After a long time, they heard a rhythmic bird-like whistle and showed joy on their faces.
But when they saw Iorveth and others coming out of the forest, the joy on their faces gradually froze.
The returning Squirrel Party were not only all injured, but their numbers were less than one-third of what they were when they left, with a rough count of only about thirty or forty people.
"Iorveth!" a dwarf screamed and rushed forward to support the leader. "What happened?"
The Scoia'tael leader, who used to have a fierce temperament, now had a dejected look in his eyes: "We failed. We failed to cause a melee in the North, and we failed to kill Henselt or any other king. Our companions all died, and their sacrifices were meaningless."
"How?" the dwarf continued to scream, asking the same question, "What happened?"
As soon as these words came out, a figure flashed through the minds of the returning Scoia'tael.
"We met someone." Iorveth closed his eyes in pain, "A person who is beyond our plan... a person who we may not be able to deal with even if we have a plan. I have never seen such a person..."
"Who is he?" the dwarf screamed as he bandaged Iorveth's wound. "What did he do?"
Before Iorveth could answer, a dazzling emerald light suddenly lit up from beside him. It happened so suddenly, and this kind of strange phenomenon was something they had never heard of before, that for a moment they actually forgot to react.
Under the astonished eyes of the Scoia'tael, the light gradually changed into the shape of a person, and a deep and magnetic voice came out from it.
"That man was I, Lann Lannister Rhaellen," the gleaming figure said, "and I saved you."
…
Not long ago.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Lann returned to his room.
After simply instructing his soldiers and the Snake Clan to deal with the confiscated mutation-inducing substances, Lann closed his eyes and began to sense his own chaos energy mark.
When he rescued Henselt at the top of the fortress before, he deliberately marked Iorveth and was waiting for this moment.
Soon, several familiar energies appeared in his consciousness.
This was the energy perception that came with the [Teleport] skill, which allowed him to control which mark he was teleported to. Through these marks, he could also vaguely sense the situation of the marked person or object.
The nearest few marks were right next to him, they were his servants and snake-faction demon hunters.
The mark not far away is in the stable of Haji Fortress. It is Black Wind. The child is motionless. He must be resting after playing last night.
A little further away was Kaiyan in Novigrad. The light dot representing him was jumping up and down restlessly, and no one knew what it was doing.
The farthest energy ball was almost beyond Lan's sensing limit. It was Triss. However, Lan's brain was not powerful enough to draw a map with his mind. He didn't know whether the sorceress was in Cintra, Kaer Morhen, or Aretuza.
But Lan was not looking for them. In his perception, a newly branded energy mark was moving away from him quickly. It was Iorveth.
After just a short while of opening his perception ability, Lann felt that his magic power was constantly dissipating, as if he was continuously using the seal of [Magic Burst] to bless the ground.
He paused for a moment to rest, and when he activated the [Teleport] sense again, the mark representing Iorveth was motionless.
This means that the captain of the Scoia'tael has returned to his camp.
Lann chuckled, gave his servant a few instructions, and then activated his skills in front of everyone, turning into an emerald light and disappearing in front of everyone.
Kolgrim crossed his arms, smacked his lips, and asked Letho, "Do you think Master Iva has similar skills, but we have never been qualified to learn them, and he has been waiting for an opportunity to teach us?"
Lei Suo said expressionlessly: "You can ask him next time you see him."
…
After activating the skill, Lann's eyes were suddenly covered by a huge amount of light, which blinded him for a moment.
But this was not the kind of blindness that comes from being "blinded by light", but the feeling of being blindfolded. It was amazing that although the light in front of him was very bright, it was not dazzling at all to Lann.
This blindness lasted only for a moment, and when Lann regained his sight, he saw a slow-moving world.
The elves were running in the camp, their feet off the ground as they floated forward like a balloon; the dwarves were comforting the halflings, patting their comrades on the shoulders so that the wrinkles on their clothes slowly spread out like water waves; the dwarves were bandaging the leader's wounds, saying words that were extremely difficult to understand:
"Who...is...he? What...did...he...do?"
Maintaining this slow motion state, Lan's magic power continued to dissipate.
Lann also noticed that the others were not completely unable to sense him. Many of the Squirrel Party's eyes were turning towards him and their bodies were beginning to lean towards him.
The most important thing is that Lane's own body is also in slow motion at this moment, and he is not immune from this slow world.
So Lan quickly gathered the chaotic energy and let the emerald light on his body dissipate. After attracting everyone's attention, he said to Iorveth and the dwarf who was treating his injuries:
"That person was me, Lann Lannister Rhaanron. And I saved you."
Lann looked at the horrified Iorveth and said, "I came here this time to continue saving you, so that you won't bring your compatriots to a dead end."
Unfortunately, no one listened to what Lan said.
The Squirrel Party was in great confusion, especially the elven swordsmen and halflings who were outnumbered by Lann alone on top of the fortress. They felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
“Humans!!!”
"How did this human appear? Is he a warlock? But why is he wearing armor?"
"How did he find our camp?"
The camp of the Squirrel Party seemed to have sounded the horn of attack, and the warriors who had just retreated from the battlefield once again showed their fighting spirit. Even the dwarves, who had little fighting power, drew their small weapons and looked ferocious in the face of the enemy.
Iorveth's mind started to think quickly, and he soon discovered the blind spot:
"Human, you let us go at Haji Fortress, but you were planning to use magic to track us and annihilate us!"
Iorveth was extremely angry. The shame of being plotted against and his uncompromising belief in humanity made him draw his weapon and rush towards Lann even though he knew he could not defeat him.
The situation was a bit chaotic and not suitable for a conversation, but this was not unexpected by Lan.
Put yourself in his shoes. If Lann's former enemy suddenly appeared next to him after he fled down the path, his first reaction would be to draw out his broadsword and chop at the enemy's head.
Unless it was a ceiling-level strongman like Mirror Master that Lann could recognize, who had the strength to wipe out Lann's team, then he might think about it and try to see if he could make a detour to save his team.
"Then give him a beating first, and then slowly ask him the questions he wants to discuss after the beating."
Lann didn't even draw his sword. He chose the right moment and kicked Iorveth as he pounced on him.
The kick hit Iorveth right in the chest, almost causing him to suffocate. Several elves hurriedly caught their captain, but were then knocked to the ground by the huge impact.
Lann picked up the dwarf who was treating Iorveth and threw him away like a chicken to prevent any accidental injury.
Then he looked at the Scoia'tael that had gathered around him and chuckled.
He could kill all the Squirrel Party members with just a sword, not to mention that now he didn't have to hide the seal to win favor in front of the Northern Army.
It's a good time to try out new skills.
Facing the oncoming swords and flying stones, Lan did not dodge. He clenched his left fist and placed it in front of his chest. The next second, a circle of golden circular shield as thick as the earth enveloped Lan.
The golden shield shone brightly, and countless attacks landed on it, causing ripples. But the ripples caused by the attacks were smoothed out in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
[Quen's Seal - Active Shield]
Although he was the one being attacked, Lann felt strength gradually surge up in his body and he felt refreshed.
When he opened the system, he saw that the health points that had dropped due to some minor injuries last night were restored as if refreshed. In contrast, his mana points were constantly decreasing.
[Active Shield] can provide 360-degree defense without blind spots, and can also convert enemy attacks into health points to replenish the caster. Corresponding to this is the consumption of mana points. The more and heavier the attacks, the faster the mana points will be consumed.
Lann estimated the frequency and strength of the attacks of these squirrel party in his mind, and had a rough estimate in his mind. This skill is far better than the defensive magic of those warlocks.
Skill experiment completed.
Lann no longer gave the Scoia'tael a chance to attack him, and waved his left hand to remove the shield seal.
However, the [active shield] did not disappear immediately. Instead, it quickly expanded to twice its original diameter in the blink of an eye, pushing away all the enemies that had just surrounded Lann in the form of a shock wave.
The Squirrel Party was suddenly thrown into chaos, and the encirclement disappeared into thin air.
This is the removal effect of [Active Shield], which is a bit like [Explosive Shield]. The only difference is that the caster can actively explode [Active Shield], while [Explosive Shield] can only be passively shattered.
The only drawback is that the explosion distance is not far enough.
The Squirrel Party three or four steps away just swayed their bodies, while the Halflings ten steps away were completely unaffected and continued to throw stones at themselves with slingshots.
Then switch to an attack with a wider range.
"Shouldn't we say something at this point? Like 'Feel the pain, Scoia'tael' or something like that."
"But it seems more appropriate for the words 'feel the pain' to be shouted by the Scoia'tael to humans, right?"
A brilliant idea flashed through Lan's mind, but the movements of his hands were not disturbed at all.
He slammed the ground with his left hand, but this time no purple magic circle rose up. Instead, an invisible and massive mental shock wave spread out 360 degrees around him with no blind spots.
Shinra Tensei... No, it's [Alder Sweep]!
With a loud bang, an impact that was much stronger than the previous one when the shield was removed was released in the camp.
It was as if a storm had blown up with Lann as its eye, and the grass in the camp was blown up. The fallen squirrel party rolled away for an unknown distance, and the lighter halflings and dwarves almost flew up.
When they opened their eyes in a daze, they found that all the tents in the camp were gone.
“Human!”
Lan's initial kick was not strong, but he used his strength skillfully, causing Iorveth to fly far away. As a result, the elven swordsman who was supporting him was also far away from Lan.
Five or six of them supported each other, hugged each other, bent down in the storm, and actually survived the impact and are still standing.
Lann uttered a "tsk", thinking it was time to end the battle.
Emerald light burst out from his eyes again, and thick chaotic energy almost burst out from his eye sockets.
The world slowed down again in his eyes.
Noting the positions of several people in his mind, Lan took a deep breath.
The next second, his body disappeared from the spot.
In a flash, Lan appeared behind the elf on Iorveth's left hand and punched the elf in the back of the head.
With two flashes, Lann appeared from the waist of the elf in Iorveth's right hand, and kicked the opponent high off the ground with a kick.
After three flashes, Lann's body was suspended in the air, and he kicked an elf hard on the back.
Then there were four flashes, five flashes, and six flashes. Every time there was a golden flash, an elf would lose its combat effectiveness.
With one last flash, Lan appeared less than a step in front of Iorveth, his cold lion eyes staring directly into the other's amber eyes.
In the eyes of the other fallen Squirrel Party, they only saw the terrible human knight disappear on the spot. Then, golden light flashed on the elves' bodies like a dance, and within a breath, they all flew out.
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