Birna screamed at the giant bear and hugged Svanregi tightly:
"Get away, you beast! You are just a beast! Why do you hurt my son!"
"He is the heir of the Tursek family and the future king of Skellige! You have no right to hurt him, no right! Get out of here!!"
Facts have proved that royal power has no meaning at all to wild beasts. All beings are equal in front of sharp claws and huge teeth. Bear paws, which are like hammers, will not discriminate based on the identity of their prey.
Svanreji's left shoulder and half of his upper back caved in horribly, and his entire arm went limp.
He struggled to pull out the dagger with his still intact right hand, as if he wanted to push his mother away. But he couldn't lift his hand at all, and blood began to spurt out of his mouth, obviously his internal organs were injured.
If he is sent to the Druid Circle for treatment in time, he may still be saved.
But the riot at the scene obviously had not stopped, and he did not have the opportunity to go to the hospital.
They were in the corner of the hall, and everyone around them had been torn to pieces. The nearest guard was twenty steps away from them and was also entangled by the giant bear that appeared out of nowhere.
The person closest to Queen Birna at the moment was the madman Lugo. He was preparing for the upcoming boxing match, so he was warming up away from the crowd.
But the madman is worthy of being a madman. Even though he was only wearing light armor and had taken off the dagger on his body, he actually took out a wine bottle from somewhere and threw it, hitting the giant bear's head accurately, while making a loud shout, trying to attract the beast's attention.
Unfortunately this had no effect.
Giant bears are not creatures like griffins that like to challenge powerful creatures meaninglessly. Their attacks are more pragmatic. Weak, defenseless prey with sweet blood is their first target.
It doesn't even need to get close to the orphans and widows in front of it. It can smash any head in front of it just by raising its palm.
…
At the critical moment, an unexpected person appeared.
The queen and the prince did move away from all the armored warriors, but they both ignored the other attendees who were armed with swords.
A mouse-gray whirlwind leaped into the battlefield.
She rolled over and quickly approached the enemy, and when she stood up, she had already drawn the "Swallow" rapier from her waist.
The slender sword is inlaid with beautiful nephrite and gemstones, and the hilt is carved into the shape of a swift by a skilled craftsman. This is a precious ceremonial weapon, and it once licked the blood of the enemy on the day when Sintra was captured.
The rapier was held in Ciri's hand, and the princess, who had been well trained in Kaer Morhen, had a firm look in her eyes.
She used the amazing flexibility she had developed from the "single-plank bridge" and the "pendulum" to avoid the fishy wind from the giant bear. She tapped the ground lightly with her toes, flapped her wings like a swift in a storm, and turned around nimbly to get behind the giant bear.
The body leaped, the movements stretched, the sword flashed slightly, and blood splattered.
With a roar, the giant bear suddenly stood up.
And on the back of its neck, there is a small dagger.
…
Although the victory was achieved, Ciri pouted in frustration.
The giant bear's fur is too thick and its skin is too tough. Even a giant ax cannot guarantee a fatal blow, let alone a rapier that is more ornamental than practical.
Ciri originally wanted to use the biological knowledge she learned in Kaer Morhen and try to use the "swallow" to pierce the gap in the giant bear's spine to destroy its nerves.
In the end, she overestimated her own strength and underestimated the giant bear. Now not only did she fail to kill her opponent, but her weapon was stuck on the opponent's neck.
At the same time, she was also upset about her current dress.
"Lane is right. This outfit is not suitable for a demon hunter-type battle. It hinders my movements..."
The giant bear's attention was completely drawn by the sudden attack. It turned around abruptly and roared angrily at Ciri.
"roar!!!"
"Little princess, run! Don't you people from Cintra know how to be afraid?" Madman Lugo felt that he was really going crazy.
Although he is a rogue, he still has the most basic island pride. He would not be happy if any of the underage princess, the powerless queen, or the seriously injured prince died in front of him.
Still, the giant bear's paws do not discriminate based on the status of their prey; even if they do, the status of a fallen princess is not as important as that of the Queen of Skellige.
At the same time, because he was angry, the slap was stronger this time.
However, faced with a blow that was strong enough to smash her head, Ciri was not panicked at all and even felt like laughing.
Then she actually laughed.
The little princess put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, looked directly at the giant bear, and shouted out her ultimate move:
"Lane!!!"
The next second, the words were not finished.
A golden light flickered, standing between the giant bear and the princess.
Without a seal or a sword, Lann didn't have enough time to react. He was only wearing leather armor at the moment, and he didn't have time to draw the dagger at his waist as a ceremonial weapon.
But he doesn't need it.
…
The system displays: [Health value: 6150/6150].
Health points will increase synchronously with physical fitness. It is reasonable that only a strong body can support tremendous vitality.
And how much health does a normal demon hunter have?
You can refer to Black Wind. The physique of the demon hunter "horse" is actually stronger than the demon hunter "human", and its health value is - [1500/1500].
A perfect demon hunter mutation, a mutation incidental to the full awakening of the ancient blood, more than thirty levels of system upgrade attribute bonuses, plus the [Barrier] talent shared from the trolls, have already brought Lann's physique to a terrifying level.
Being able to box with trolls is no longer a joke.
…
The giant bears of Skellige were much larger than their counterparts on the mainland, and were even somewhat of a "monster". When standing upright, their length was over ten feet, and Lann could only barely reach their chest and abdomen.
But facing a bear paw that was almost twice as big as his own, Lann stretched out his arm without changing his expression and made a reaction that no one could have expected -
Punch.
A left jab is usually used in a match to test the opponent's sense of distance and reaction speed.
With a "bang", the bear's paw covered with thick fat hit Lann's tentative attack, followed by a "crack" sound like a biscuit being broken.
The giant bear's unstoppable body suddenly stiffened.
Lann didn't give the giant bear a chance to react.
He was smaller and more flexible. When the giant bear paused, he was not affected at all and bent down to dive, twisting his waist and shoulders.
The second punch was a right straight punch.
With a "bang", it was like a huge hammer hitting a thick cowhide shield. Layers of flesh waves spread out around the giant bear's body with Lann's fist as the center, and its body also bent down.
This was not because of pain, the giant bear had not had time to react to the pain. The hunchback was purely a physical and physiological structural deformation of the body under the action of force.
With this movement, the giant bear's head was placed in front of Lann just right.
Without any hesitation, Lann pushed off the ground, turned his shoulders, and raised his arms and wrists.
The third punch, uppercut!
…
The madman Lugo who was watching didn't know how to describe the sound made by the collision of fists and flesh. He only saw a huge black shadow suddenly rise into the air, and the body weighing nearly a ton flew over like a small boat thrown out by the huge waves.
He rolled on the ground in a hurry to avoid being crushed to death by the spectators.
Looking back, I saw the terrifying blond young man hugging his princess and making a strange gesture with his backhand towards the door.
The next second, a huge storm of impact burst out from that hand, like an invisible hammer smashing open the two heavy wooden doors wrapped in iron sheets.
Crazy Lugo held his head. Was he really crazy? How could he challenge such a guy to fight boxing?
…
"House, Milva, protect the princess to a safe place immediately! Find the castle guards to come over for support. They must have heard the noise."
After giving the order, Lann quickly scanned the battlefield.
There's something wrong with the size of these bears. Each one is big enough to occupy a hill and be the king. They are the kind of top predators that can only be supported by a whole large hunting territory. Yet they appear in groups at this moment. No one would believe that this is normal.
Considering the silent way they appeared, Lann, combined with some knowledge from his previous life and his study of Skellige's history in recent days, quickly made a judgment in his mind.
But no matter what the truth is, the most important thing at this moment is to get rid of these giant bears as soon as possible.
The situation in the banquet hall at the moment was not good at all.
The combination of leather armor and dagger is unlikely to be effective in hunting bears, or even encountering a single evil ghost.
But the Skellige people really had the idea of facing death with indifference and honor being more important than life in their hearts. Facing these almost impossible to defeat opponents, they almost used their bodies as shields and nets to delay the pace of these giant bears.
Many famous warriors died one after another, but some experienced warriors seized the opportunity and killed the two giant bears with the cooperation of their companions.
The most eye-catching one was the boxer Lane had noticed earlier who absolutely dominated his opponent.
Unlike the others who cooperated to face the giant bear, he simply threw away his arms and faced the giant bear alone, using his dagger as claws to engage in close combat with the beast in front of him.
Each of his sword strikes would bring up a handful of blood and a cry of pain from the giant bear, while the giant bear's heavy palm could only splash a burst of golden ripples on him but could not shake him at all.
If he encountered a powerful attack, he would use his skillful body movements to dodge, while leaving more wounds on the giant bear's body.
After just a few rounds, the giant bear was already covered in wounds. When Lan looked over, he saw the boxer using his arms, which were not much thinner than the bear's, to lock the beast's throat, and then slowly and accurately buried the dagger into the bear's brain through its ears.
If it were in a tournament, a village, or the wild, this boxer's fight would surely be greeted with applause and he might even be awarded a knighthood.
Unfortunately, at this moment, all he could hear around him were roars and wails.
…
The boxer killed a giant bear alone, Lane killed one himself, and a dozen other warriors killed another at the risk of their lives.
There were five giant bears at the scene.
At the moment Lann was thinking, two lords of the seven major families had their guards killed and were lying helplessly under the attack of the giant bear, waiting for death.
If the situation had developed according to normal procedures, they would have been enough to kill everyone in the banquet hall and cause the entire Skellige Islands to completely collapse.
But this is not allowed, not allowed by Lord Lann Lannister Rhaenen.
…
Purple light spread across the hall in the blink of an eye. The Aden rune, symbolizing the ether element, appeared at the edge. The entire hall was shrouded in this extremely huge magic circle.
The boxer who had killed a giant bear alone was panting. His face changed drastically when he saw the purple magic circle. He was about to blurt out the new Skellige swear words he had learned, but in the next second he was surprised to find that his body could still move freely.
Looking up, he saw that this magic circle seemed to have intelligence and could distinguish between friend and foe. Purple light clung to the bodies of the five giant bears, and from time to time, incandescent lightning that he could not understand struck them.
The beast's mountain-like body seemed to have its buffer button pressed, and it slowly fell down in mid-air at the speed of falling leaves. Its ferocious face and terrifying roar even seemed absurd and funny in this situation.
The lords who were in danger were all experienced fighters. When they saw an opportunity, they skillfully rolled and crawled out of the attack range of the monster the next second.
They were angry and were about to draw the daggers from their waists to fight back, but the next second the scene before them told them what true power was.
Flashing golden light.
…
The dark golden lion's pupils were instantly filled with emerald energy, emitting a finger-long radiance. Invisible chaotic energy spread outward with Lann as the center.
The world slowed down in Lan's eyes.
Quickly assessing the situation on the field, Lann flipped his wrist and took out the black magic scimitar, and then his figure disappeared on the spot.
A golden light flashed, and it appeared beside a giant bear that was buffering in mid-air and preparing to pounce, and the scimitar drew an arc and cut towards its throat.
The strange giant bear gave a slight feeling of obstruction to the slash - "slightly".
Blood spurted, and the light emitted from the black magic scimitar became brighter, and the red color inside was richer than the blood.
…
Golden light flashed twice, and this time Lan En appeared next to an old man with white hair and beard. If he remembered correctly, this old man was the lord of the Haimei family.
He pushed aside the old man, without any extra time or need to communicate. Lan used his machete to cut off the bear's paw that was about to touch him, and ducked into the arms of the giant bear.
This giant bear had no unpleasant body odor from wild animals and was very clean.
The scimitar also passed through the body very cleanly, and then disappeared on the spot with Lann.
…
The people in the hall were dazzled, and saw only three and four flashes of golden light. The giant bear fell to the ground spurting blood after each flash of light.
When Lann flashed for the last time, the scimitar in his hand seemed to be covered with illusory blood. The rich red light made Lann's profile look more ferocious than a giant bear.
In front of him was the last giant bear, which now stood up, displaying the most intimidating posture for its prey.
Lann arched his body, raised the black magic scimitar above his head, and after taking a breath to gather strength, he slashed down with all his might.
He was standing five steps away from the giant bear. Just when those who were paying attention to the battlefield were wondering whether Lan had made a mistake, the blood light on the black magic scimitar seemed to have found an outlet and condensed into a solid entity. It was completely released as Lan swung the sword.
With a "whoosh" sound, wind blew towards Lann's left and right, leaving deep cracks on the ground, and the giant bear in front of him froze its entire body like a sculpture.
With a loud bang, the wall behind the giant bear suddenly collapsed. Following the loud noise, a line of blood appeared above the giant bear's head, extending slowly and firmly until it split the giant bear in half.
This roaring mountain of flesh was split in half, but everyone who witnessed this cut firmly believed that even if the objects in front of them were real rocks or reefs, they would not be able to withstand this blow.
Lann's figure flashed for the last time, avoiding the blood and internal organs splashing from the giant bear.
Golden light appeared five steps away from King Bran, causing the guards protecting the king to take up a combat stance.
The door that was blasted open by Lann with the [Alder Seal] was knocked open again, and House arrived late with more than 30 fully armed royal guards.
"Protect His Majesty!"
The guards shouted loudly.
King Bran shouted louder than them: "The danger is over. Check the wounded and ask the druids to come over!"
"And my son, go to the Druid Circle and ask the most senior Grand Master to come over!!"
…
The warriors who had just fought the giant bear breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground. Cold sweat soaked their backs, but from then on they also had a new honor on their shoulders.
Lann walked aside and gently wiped the blood off the black magic scimitar.
"Alice, how does it feel to be directly involved in a battle for the first time?"
The voice like a secluded orchid in the valley echoed directly in Lan En's mind:
"We'll have to do this from now on, fighting side by side."
…
Thanks to the fearless guards and Lann's timely support, the seven lords of Skellige fortunately did not encounter any accidents. Maybe they were slightly injured, but it was not serious.
"Your Majesty, how is Svanrige doing?"
"We had a warlock help stabilize his injuries, and then sent him to the Druid's Circle through a portal. He will be fine... at least for now. His life is not in danger."
King Bran was gloomy, and his tall and strong body was filled with anger like a huge wave.
Lann, Easter, and people from the other six major families also sat around the round table.
Only a few hours had passed since the attack, and the lords gathered together again after simply treating their injuries and counting the wounded.
If he were a noble from the mainland, he would probably rush back to his territory to gather guards and calm himself down.
But the islanders could not bear this injustice and revenge could not be delayed overnight.
Therefore, after they finished dealing with the matters at hand, they immediately gathered around the round table and began to review the chaos that had occurred today.
An old man stood up first, holding an ox horn cup in his hand. There was no fancy introduction, he went straight to the point as soon as he spoke.
"As you all know, I live next door to the goddess Freya. Therefore, I am quite familiar with the various cultures of the archipelago."
This old man is Dona an Sindal, the leader of the Searose family and the lord of Indarsfair Island.
He was the oldest lord present and the most respected lord besides the king, known for his wisdom, prudence and piety.
Seeing him speak, the unruly island lords also listened carefully. On the one hand, it was out of respect for him, and on the other hand, they all agreed that the old lord must have something to say.
Dona an Sinda looked around and said, "I found a stain at the bottom of the cup that should never appear in the wine - blood."
As he spoke, the old man asked everyone to pass the ox horn cup around.
There is no islander who can become a family leader who is unfamiliar with blood. Even with the cover of alcohol, they can still smell the fishy smell.
"Blood, giant bears, and the way they suddenly appeared from nothing. Doesn't this jog your memory, everyone?"
"You mean..." a lord muttered in disbelief, "Impossible, we have already completely wiped them out. We wiped them out together!"
The lord who was speaking had a sickly complexion and dark circles under his eyes. If he appeared in a big city like Novigrad, Lan would definitely think that this lord was a loyal fan of anesthetic powder.
His prestige was not very high, and this cowardly speech that avoided reality was soon ridiculed by other lords.
"But the fact is that they are back, Udarek!" Donaan Sinda's voice was low and majestic. "Can you think of any other reason?"
"There is no other possibility. It must be the Svalblod Cult! That barbaric cult that worships evil gods, the one we destroyed. Their remnants hid in a corner and developed secretly, and now they are back."
"It has already happened, so we should stop dwelling on why it happened and think about how to prevent it from happening again!"
The lords lowered their heads in thought.
"Dona, what you just said is correct. We should not dwell on the past. We should look forward." A lord suddenly spoke up, the skin on his hands was a strange black color. "But there is one thing we need to figure out. This will help us find those damn evil god believers later - how did they get into the banquet?"
When this question was asked, there was a slight silence at the scene.
They were all waiting for someone to speak first: King Bran.
The banquet held on Little Skellig Island ended sneak up being sneaked in without anyone noticing, causing huge casualties to various families. You have to know that those who are qualified to be brought to such banquets by the lords are either the best juniors in the family or friends and comrades who can be trusted with their lives.
If King Bran's son and wife had not been attacked in front of everyone, and his son was now seriously injured and dying, everyone would even suspect that this was a trick by King Bran to completely unify Skellige.
In the silence, King Bran sighed.
He looked at his silent brother, Esther, and suddenly said:
"No one can do this quietly. There is no way my castle could have such a big loophole, so it could only be an inside job."
"This is my fault. I called everyone here, and because of this, everyone suffered a huge loss. If anyone needs to take responsibility, it has to be me."
"I promise you that I will catch the conspirator, whoever he is."
"But this is not enough. My honor does not allow this to happen on my land, so I have decided to resign from the position of king!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the already turbulent meeting suddenly erupted into a huge wave, and everyone present changed color.
Immediately, some lords stood up excitedly, but King Bran did not give them a chance to speak.
"In my last moments as king, I would like to propose an initiative."
King Bran hadn't finished speaking yet as he looked at everyone present one by one.
"Since the matter involves the Svalblod sect, this is not just an act of revenge for today's banquet. It is also a compensation for our past mistakes in Skellige and a contribution to our future stable life."
"So I would like to propose that the person who finds out the truth of this assassination and destroys the Svalblod sect will become our next king!"
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