“Charge!!”

Heilela took the lead and felt that she had never enjoyed such a smooth charge.

Nilfgaard's heavy cavalry had long been out of formation under the tactics of the Duke of Lannister. The armored horses collided with each other and fell over, losing more than eight out of ten of their strength. On the other hand, they had accumulated horsepower to its peak.

Although it was clearly a cavalry charge, Helela felt the joy of mowing the grass at this moment!

Although these grasses are slightly prickly to the touch, it is not a big deal.

With a "puff", blood splashed all over Heilela's face. When she looked up again, she felt suddenly enlightened, and there were no more cavalrymen in motion in front of her.

This cavalry team formed by the two countries actually defeated Nilfgaard's Ade Finn Division!

No, that can't be said. There are still enemies in front of her, but...

It was as if the God of Frost had descended, bringing the severe winter that originally belonged to Mahakam to the battlefield. Lord Lannister slowly stood up from the posture of hitting the ground with his left hand, and a thick layer of ice spread out from him to the surrounding ground. On it, one could especially see the legs of horses frozen into ice sculptures.

Yes, only the legs. The horse's body and the soldiers on its back had long been frozen into ice and then torn into ice slag by the fierce storm. At this moment, they were still rolling in the air and on the ground under the power of the remaining wind.

At a farther distance, some lucky black cavalrymen were merely blown over by the strong wind, but soon a roaring black beast rushed over, sending those soldiers who were still alive to the retreat of their comrades.

The ice that would make ordinary war horses slip was no obstacle to Heifeng, because every kick of his would dig into the ice surface with great force. The horse came to Lann's side with a kick and snorted, as if to say - it's fun!

More allied knights rushed forward. They no longer needed to swing their weapons. The trampling of their horses was enough to destroy the enemy. Helela looked around and suddenly felt unreal.

Weren't they sent out as a harassment force or even a bait? How did they almost wipe out the Ade Finn Division in the first collision during the cavalry charge?

Looking at the Lord Lannister climbing onto his horse, Helena felt dizzy.

If only he were from Aedirn, then they could fight side by side forever.

Or go to Sintra myself... No, I'm fighting for my country.

--etc.

Helela reacted again. She seemed to be a Lyrian, but she was just serving in Aedirn?

…

"The sun is above."

A'dal ep Darcy heard his aide-de-camp muttering to himself.

Not to mention the adjutant, even Duke Darcy's own movements were a little stiff now.

Looking through the telescope in the direction of the battle, he could only see two rushing torrents colliding with each other, and then a large amount of fire suddenly burst out at the collision point.

Then, the Silver Sun flag that was clearly at the rear of the team suddenly broke and fell like a straw, and the heavy cavalry unit that the Eastern Army had finally managed to get from Lower Soden was washed away by the enemy's torrent like a clay sculpture.

Just a few days ago, this scene was played out in front of him. But at that time, it was the armies of Aedirn and Rivia that were defeated, and Duke Darcy looked intoxicated.

At this moment, no matter how brave the soldier was, he would not dare to describe the expression on Duke Darcy's face.

"Damn it!" Duke Darcy threw the exquisitely carved telescope in his hand to the ground and kicked it hard, as if he was stepping on the strange cavalryman.

"That's Master Ard Finn!" Duke Darcy shouted fiercely, no longer able to maintain the elegance of a court noble on his face. "It's Lannister! It's definitely him, the last lion of Cintra!"

"That was the first and biggest obstacle since Nilfgaard's march north! I don't know how he did it. But there was only him, only him..."

Duke Darcy's eyes were dim and he was muttering to himself.

Just at this moment, several people wearing leather armor and robes came up to him.

The attire of these people was out of tune with the black-clad soldiers around them, not only because most of them were only wearing armor, but the weapons they carried were just daggers, and they did not look like they were capable of fighting in battle.

The leader of the group was a man with a bald head and an indigo cape embroidered with gold.

"It was too far away, so I couldn't feel the fluctuations of chaotic energy. But I saw the fire and the cold wind. It seemed to be the power of magic, Duke Darcy..."

"So what? What do you want to say, Abelich?" Duke Darcy's attitude was quite bad. "Do you have a way to deal with that team?"

The warlock named Abelich fell silent. A warlock might be able to play a role alone on the front battlefield, but definitely not in this way.

But his eyes narrowed slightly: "Please pay attention to the tone of your voice, Duke Darcy. Don't forget who made it possible for you to cross the Yaruga River smoothly."

The commander of the Eastern Group seemed to have a bad relationship with the warlocks under his command. But this was normal. Whether in the south or the north, the noble class had a mostly negative impression of the warlock group, unless it was a male noble towards a female warlock.

"Does a soldier have to be rewarded every time he swings his sword?" Duke Darcy sneered, his tone becoming even more impolite.

This analogy made Abelich's face turn pale. He suppressed his anger and said, "I must remind you, Duke Darcy, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The male lion has left the lion group. As long as we catch him, we can even control the young lion Cirilla. His Majesty the Emperor has urged us many times..."

"You don't need to remind me of this, but I'm not fighting the Lannisters for some young lions, so don't keep on talking about your mysterious missions!"

Duke Darcy turned away without paying attention to Abelich's expression. "It seems that the Lion of Cintra has also learned a lot of sorcerer's tricks. It's really not decent for a royal family. It's time to teach him what real war is..."

After that, Duke Darcy shouted to the messenger: "Raise every one of our flags! Miwei is not as important as Lannister now! If we take him down, we won't have to worry about the damn Yaruga River anymore when we go north. The Western Group of that idiot Witte has spent so much time trying to take Cintra, let us on the Eastern Front teach him a lesson!"

The Eastern Army's men had already been on high alert, and the frequency of the horn sounding was even more alarming. A huge blue fox and black sun flag lit up in the center of the army's formation, ringing loudly.

"Lannister, Lannister, what an opportunity. Do you really think you are blessed with three lions? Lions that fight the black sun with wind and fire, huh?"

Adasi's eyes were fixed on the Cintra flag not far away: "Damn it, why doesn't he run closer!"

…

Not far from the battlefield, on a small hill.

The people of Cintra gathered here, including soldiers, servants, and witchers.

They did not follow Lann to carry out the "bait" plan because Lann gave them other tasks.

In the center of the Cintra camp, a strange bald man stood in the place with the widest view among them, but he closed his eyes and rested.

He is Radcliffe, the royal advisor to Aedirn.

Lann's surprise beheading required a warlock to open the portal, but Queen Mevy had no warlocks, so the responsibility fell on Aedirn. Since Yennefer of Vengerberg left, Radcliffe provided magical assistance to Aedirn under the assignment of the Warlock Brotherhood.

This was not his first time on the battlefield, he had fought in the Battle of Sodden Hill and survived.

After learning of Lane's request, Radcliffe readily agreed.

Because of the problem of casting distance, the people of Cintra needed to find a place closer to the Nilfgaardians and Lann, so Radcliffe asked to leave the camp of Aedirn and find a hillside. He also politely refused the guards appointed by the king of Aedirn and asked the people of Cintra to follow him.

Lann had no reaction to sending his own people to follow the warlock. He even thought so at the beginning. After all, such a critical position must have his own people to supervise it.

At this moment, the three demon hunters drank the potion and their pupils shrank suddenly as they stared at the front line. The remaining soldiers and servants were on guard against possible dangers at any time - this place was not far from where Lann and the others were fighting, and who knew if a team of scouts in black would suddenly run out.

"Demon Hunter." When everyone remained silent, the Aedirn advisor suddenly spoke up, "Duke Lannister, he has become a demon hunter, right?"

The attraction of the crowd was immediately dispersed. After exchanging glances, Cohen, as a comrade from the classmate faction, took the initiative to answer: "Any questions?"

The Aedirn advisor stood motionless facing the witcher, staring at Cohen's chest. "I saw the badge that the Lord Lannister was wearing. It seems to be a griffin?"

"I also heard that the young lion of Cintra, Princess Cirilla, became the destined child of the famous 'White Wolf', and poems about it have spread throughout the streets and alleys."

Geralt frowned, cursed the poet Dandelion in his heart, and then replied: "It's just poetry."

The Aedirn advisor sneered, "That's right. Demon hunters, you should be content with the lions of Cintra. It would be too greedy to ask for cubs."

"After all these years, you are finally starting to get smarter."

This sentence was very offensive. Geralt, Cohen, and Kolgrim all turned around to look at the Aedirn consultant. The arrogant warlock did not hide his contempt for the three alchemical mutants in front of him.

The demon hunters had seen this kind of look many times and were already used to it. At this moment, they just turned cold and said nothing more.

On the contrary, House, Milva and others at the back of the team frowned slightly and were even angrier than the witcher.

If the reputation level is quantified, then the witcher community in Sintra is naturally "friendly"; witchers like Geralt and Cohen, who live with the army day and night, fight side by side and are extremely brave, can even reach the "respected" level.

At this moment, facing the attitude revealed by the Aedirn consultant in front of them, the people of Cintra felt dissatisfied even before the witchers did.

However, the Aedirn consultant was no longer interested in talking to the demon hunter. He looked around and found a person with outstanding temperament and decent dress, who he thought was at least of sufficient status to talk to him.

"Ma'am, I wonder if you could help arrange a meeting between me and the Lord Lannister after the battle?"

Saskia in front of the Aedirn consultant was stunned for a moment.

Due to her multiple dragon transformations and clothes exploding, she was now wearing Lann's clothes; although they were one size larger, the cloak with a lion emblem covering the outside even made her look a bit majestic at first glance.

"I have heard about the power of the Lord of Lannister from other warlock brothers - the power contained in the name 'Leanlon'." The Aedirn advisor said meaningfully. Looking at Saskia's expression without changing his expression, he admired the cultivation of this female officer in his heart.

"I hope to have a chance to visit Duke Lannister. There are many things I want to discuss with him..."

Sakia, who had just joined Lann's team, paused, not quite understanding the situation.

After exchanging obscure glances with Geralt, House and the others, she said ambiguously:

"I will convey your request to Lord Lannister... Wait, the Nilfgaardian flag is raised!"

Without using a telescope or any magic, Saskia was the first to discover the changes in the enemy camp.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the direction of Livia. The soldiers could only see small dots moving, while the warlocks and demon hunters could only see the black sun and blue fox flag rising in the middle of the army.

"Great, that's him!"

The Aedirn consultant shifted his gaze and focused his attention on the cavalry team that was galloping with the three-lion flag.

He waved his hands, and suddenly a bright red portal with a strong wind connected this army with the Nilfgaardian central camp.

…

"Enemy—attack!"

A shrill sound was heard outside the city of Livia.

The sudden appearance of the portal startled everyone, and the cavalry rushing out of it almost made everyone jump up.

But how could the Nilfgaardians, equipped with warlock troops, not be prepared for such a surprise attack?

Abelich, the warlock leader of the Eastern Army, waved his hands fiercely, but the portal that had spit out only a few dozen people suddenly made a loud bang and disappeared into thin air.

Those knights who were teleported scattered immediately, trying their best to disrupt the central camp and attract attention.

But their numbers were too small, and within just a dozen breaths, most of them were killed or injured.

Commander Duke Darcy was not surprised but delighted when he saw this, and he quickly urged Abelich: "Quick, can you locate the position of the enemy warlock? Immediately - assemble the troops!"

He turned around and told the warlock troops: "Take fifty soldiers, equip them with magic-blocking metal, and prepare to kill the warlocks of Aedirn!"

The opening of a traditional warlock portal will leave information in space, which can be easily reversed.

Abelich was concentrating on feeling the remaining fluctuations, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

At this time, at the spot where the portal had just exploded, a drunken figure stood up, holding his head. The dozens of coalition elites who risked their lives bought him precious time to recover.

The smoke and dust from the portal slowly fell. The Nilfgaardians had not noticed that someone had stayed where he was after being teleported. After seeing the figure's appearance and clothing clearly, someone immediately exclaimed:

"The Lion of Cintra!"