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?"
这句话一出口，归来的松鼠党脑海中都闪过了一个人影。
“我们遇上了一个人。”伊欧菲斯痛苦地闭上了眼睛，“一个计划之外的人……一个哪怕做了计划，也可能对付不了的人，我从来没有见过那样的人……”
“他是谁？”这名侏儒一边给伊欧菲斯包扎伤口一边尖叫，“他做了什么？”
没等伊欧菲斯回答，一道耀眼的翡翠色光芒突然从他身边突然亮了起来。事情发生得太过突然，这种异象又是他们闻所未闻的，一时之间他们居然忘了做出反应。
在松鼠党惊异的眼神中，那光芒逐渐变成一个人的形状，一个富有磁性的低沉声音从里面传了出来。
“那个人是我，兰恩·兰尼斯特·雷安伦。”那个闪光的人影说道，“而我救了你们。”
……
不久前。
收拾完战场之后，兰恩就回到了自己的房间里面。
简单吩咐着让手下的士兵和蛇派的众人处理收缴过来的突变诱发物，兰恩自己则闭上眼睛开始感应自己的混沌能量标记。
在之前要塞顶端救下亨赛特的时候，他刻意给伊欧菲斯打下了标记，等的就是这个时候。
很快，在他的意识里面就出现了几团熟悉的能量。
这是【传送】技能附带的能量感知，让他能够控制自己传送到哪一个标记附近。通过这些标记，他还能够模糊地感知到被标记者或者被标记物的情况。
其中最近的几团标记就在自己身边，那是自己的几名侍从和蛇派猎魔人。
不远处的标记在哈吉要塞的马厩里面，是黑风。这孩子一动不动，应该是昨天晚上玩累了在休息。
再远一点就是身在诺维格瑞的凯亚恩了。代表着他的标记光点倒是不安分地在上蹿下跳，不知道在干什么。
最远的一团能量险些离开了兰恩的感应极限，那是特莉丝。只是兰恩的大脑还没有厉害到用意念勾勒地图的地步，不知道女术士此刻到底是在辛特拉还是凯尔莫罕，亦或者是艾瑞图萨？
不过兰恩要找的不是他们。在他的感知里面，一团新烙下的能量标记正在飞快地远离他，正是伊欧菲斯。
就这么开启感知能力的一小会，兰恩就感觉到自己的法力在不断地流逝，感觉就好像在持续性地用【魔力爆发】加持地法印一样。
他稍微停了一会，简单休息，再开启【传送】感官的时候代表伊欧菲斯的标记已经一动不动了。
这说明这名松鼠党的队长已经回到了自己的营地。
兰恩轻笑一声，吩咐自己的侍从几句，随后就在众人的目光中催动技能，化为翡翠色的光点消失在众人面前。
寇格林姆抱着胳膊，咂了咂嘴朝着雷索问道：“你觉得伊瓦师傅会不会也有类似的技能，只是我们以前一直不够格学习罢了，他一直在等待一个传授给我们的机会？”
雷索面无表情：“下次见到了你可以问问他。”
……
催动技能之后，兰恩的眼前霎时间被巨量的光芒所覆盖，这让他失明了一瞬间。
但是这并不是那种“被闪瞎眼”的失明，而是被蒙住了眼睛的那种感觉。很神奇，虽然眼前的光芒亮度很高，但是对于兰恩来说却一点也不刺眼。
这种失明只维持了一瞬间，等到兰恩再次恢复视线的时候，看到了一个慢速的世界。
精灵在营地中奔跑，双脚离地好像一个气球一样晃晃悠悠地往前方飘**；矮人在安慰半身人，拍着战友的肩膀让那里的衣服好像水波一样朝着四周缓缓扩散褶皱；侏儒在给首领包扎伤口，口中说着分辨起来极为费力的话：
“他……是……谁？他……做……了……什……么？”
保持着这种慢放的状态，兰恩的魔力也在不断地流失。
而且兰恩注意到其他人也并非完全不能够感知到自己，好多松鼠党的眼珠子已经朝着自己转动，身体开始倾斜过来了。
最主要的是，兰恩自己的身体此刻也是慢放状态的，他并不能从这慢速的世界中豁免。
于是乎兰恩很快收敛了混沌能量，让体表的翡翠光芒消散。在将所有人的注意力都吸引过来之后对着伊欧菲斯和正在给他治伤的侏儒说道：
“那个人是我，兰恩·兰尼斯特·雷安伦。而我救了你们。”
兰恩看着大惊失色的伊欧菲斯：“而我这次过来，是要继续拯救你们，免得你把自己的同胞带上绝路。”
可惜兰恩说的话没什么人听。
松鼠党心中大乱。尤其是在要塞之顶被兰恩一打十二的精灵剑士和半身人，此刻更是如临大敌。
“人类！！！”
“这个人类是怎么出现的，他是术士吗？但是为什么穿着铠甲？”
“他是怎么找到我们的营地的？”
松鼠党的营地仿佛吹起了进攻的号角，刚刚从战场上面退下来的战士们再次拿出了搏命的气势。哪怕是没什么战斗力的侏儒在这种面对敌人避无可避的情况下，也都抽出了随身的小巧武器，目露狰狞。
伊欧菲斯脑中电光火石地开始思考，很快就发现了盲点：
“人类，你在哈吉要塞的时候放过我们，居然是打着利用魔法追踪，以此全歼我们的主意吗！”
伊欧菲斯出离地愤怒了，被算计的耻辱和对人类永不妥协的信念让他明知不可力敌也拔出武器朝着兰恩冲了过去。
眼前的形式有些混乱，并不是适合谈话的样子。但是这并没有出乎兰恩的预料。
将心比心，要是兰恩在败走小路之后身边突然出现了之前的敌人，他的第一反应也是抽出大刀片子往敌人头上砍过去。
除非是类似镜子大师这种兰恩能够认出来的天花板级强者，有着团灭兰恩队伍的实力。那他可能会掂量掂量，试试看能不能迂回一下保住自己的队伍。
“那就先打一顿，打完再把要谈的问题慢慢问一遍。”
兰恩甚至都没有拔剑，看准了时机对着伊欧菲斯扑过来的身体就是一脚。
这一脚正中胸口，一时间差点让伊欧菲斯闭过气去。几名精灵七手八脚地把一起接住自己的队长，随后就被巨大的冲击力一起带着倒在了地上。
兰恩又像抓小鸡仔一样把那个给伊欧菲斯治疗的侏儒拎起来扔出去防止误伤。
随后看着围上来的松鼠党们，他轻笑一声。
就是单凭刀剑他都能够把这些松鼠党全部杀光，更何况现在他现在不用为了在北境军队面前拉好感而刻意隐藏法印了。
正好实验一下新技能。
面对着迎面而来的刀剑，和飞抛的石头，兰恩不闪不避。左手握拳置于胸前，下一秒，一圈宛若大地厚重的金黄色圆形护盾将兰恩笼罩在内。
那金黄色的护盾光芒灿灿，数不清的攻击落在这层护盾上面，泛起阵阵波纹。但那些因为攻击出现波纹又转瞬之间被抚平，好似从未出现。
【昆恩法印·主动护盾】
明明是被攻击的一方，但是兰恩却只觉得身体里面渐渐有力量涌了上来，一阵神清气爽。
打开系统一看，只见昨晚因为一些轻伤而下降的生命值宛若被刷新一样回满了。而与之相对应的，是自己的法力值在不断地下降。
【主动护盾】能够提供360度的无死角防御，还能够将敌人的攻击转变为生命值补充给施术者。与之相对应的是法力值的消耗，承受的攻击越多越重，法力值消耗得也会越快。
兰恩心里估算了一下这些松鼠党攻击的频率和力道，心中大概有了一个估值。这个技能远比那些术士的防御魔法要好。
技能实验完毕。
兰恩不再给松鼠党攻击自己的机会，左手一挥解除护盾法印。
而【主动护盾】却没有立刻消失，而是在一眨眼的时间里面迅速膨胀到了原来直径的两倍大小，以冲击波的形式把刚刚围着兰恩的敌人统统推了出去。
松鼠党顿时一阵人仰马翻，包围圈顿时消散于无形。
这是【主动护盾】的解除特效，倒是有点【爆裂之盾】的味道。唯一的不同就是施法者可以主动【主动护盾】炸开，而【爆裂之盾】只能够被动破碎。
美中不足的就是爆炸的距离不够远。
三四步外的松鼠党只是身体晃了晃，十步外的半身人们更是完全不受影响，还在自顾自地用石头弹弓朝自己投掷过来。
那就换个攻击范围更大的攻击吧。
“这个时候是不是该说点什么台词呢？比如‘感受痛楚吧，松鼠党’之类的。”
“但是‘感受痛楚’这种话由松鼠党喊给人类似乎更合适吧？”
兰恩脑中的奇思妙想一闪而过，手中的动作却毫不受干扰。
左手猛地拍地，这次却没有升起紫色的魔法阵，而是以他为中心朝着四周360度无死角地扩散出去无形而巨量的念力冲击波。
神罗天征……不对，是【阿尔德扫击】！
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.