The Kovir people started causing trouble as soon as they arrived?

House's report changed the expressions of the four officers of the Free Corps, and they quickly became nervous.

Lann waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, I believe they will handle it themselves."

Then, completely ignoring the restless posture of the four officers of the Free Corps, he continued calmly:

"You missed our previous combat meeting, so you may not be very clear about our major policies and strategies. Your superiors will explain these things to you after you are assigned to the follow-up troops. I will briefly explain the arrangements for you here. You will be divided into four parts and join the guerrillas..."

"Wait, wait, Lord Lannister." Bearded Lorenzo suddenly spoke up, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling he had felt before. "You mean our organization will be disbanded, and we have to conduct guerrilla warfare?"

Lane's words were interrupted, which made House frown suddenly, and he put his arm on the lion-headed sword at his waist.

Lann raised his hand to signal House to calm down, then looked up. His emotionless lion eyes stared at Lorenzo.

In less than two breaths, Lorenzo couldn't help but shift his gaze. At this moment, he felt like a prey being targeted by a lion.

Then, under the serious gaze of Captain Adam, he had no choice but to apologize: "...Please forgive my offense, Lord Lannister."

Lann continued to look at Lorenzo until the other three officers could no longer bear the depressing atmosphere and began to plead for mercy. Then he slowly spoke:

"As far as I know, there is no such thing as a 'structure' for the Free Corps. They are all criminals who have just been released from prison. They have not received unified military training, and there is no time to slowly cultivate cooperation with the soldiers under my command. Guerrillas are the best arrangement."

"If you suddenly go to the front battlefield, you will definitely suffer heavy casualties, and the guerrillas can help you adapt to the battlefield and hone your coordination first - this is my respect and care for my friends who have come from afar."

After saying this, Lann finally lowered his head and turned his gaze back to the documents on the table. The four officers of the Free Corps suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies eased, and the bearded Lorenzo couldn't help but start to breathe heavily.

Female officer Julia and Captain Adam could not help but exchange glances. In the rumors of Kovir, the Duke of Lannister has always existed as a "knight who walked out of poetry", but now it seems that his power is no longer at the level of a knight.

They even remembered the former king, Istrald Thyssen.

"Thank you for your consideration of the special nature of our troops, Lord Lannister." Captain Adam bowed to Lann.

Lann chuckled noncommittally: "Our guerrillas are now mainly divided into three groups. There is a forest guerrilla group and a town guerrilla group in the south of Cintra, and there is also a sea guerrilla group on the Yaruga River. You will be merged into it after the division..."

"Lan, Lord Lannister." Lann was interrupted again, still by the bearded Lorenzo, "The Kovirs under our command are all criminals and unruly. Regarding the issue of splitting up our troops..."

With a "clang" sound, House could no longer bear it and stepped forward suddenly. The lion-headed sword drew an arc of light in the air.

Lorenzo was able to become an officer of a mercenary group composed of criminals, so his combat skills were definitely not a problem. He was prepared when House first put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and at this moment he was able to raise his sword in time to block.

Fortunately, he still had a clear mind and did not draw his sword, but just kept it sheathed in an attempt to force House back.

The other three officers around him retreated one after another. This was definitely not the time to help. They even hoped to make this "companion" who had picked up too many bad habits from the prisoners suffer a little.

They thought that their experienced comrades on the battlefield would not suffer any great losses, and that Lord Lannister would not make it too difficult for their reinforcements in the face of a powerful enemy.

However, with a "clang" sound, House's speed exceeded their expectations and he rushed in front of Lorenz in just a blink of an eye.

Lorenz felt as if a hammer had hit his scabbard. His raised hands were bent back without any resistance, and then were swept down and slammed hard on his chest.

At that moment, he felt that his entire chest cavity and the internal organs inside were impacted. Lorenzo's entire upper body could not help but lean forward in pain, and he suddenly lost the ability to resist.

Seeing the opponent's head coming to him, House became even more rude. He raised his elbow, turned the hilt of the sword and hit the opponent's face hard. He watched Lorenzo spin and then spun out to the ground, and then kept spitting out broken teeth and blood.

"Now you can have fewer opinions," House said coldly.

The room became quiet.

The other three Free Corps officers looked at House in confusion.

They had different military command abilities, but their bravery was almost the same. But how could such an ordinary guard who was not even a knight be able to make Lorenzo unable to resist?

This was not a sneak attack. Everyone was on guard as soon as the guard put his hand on the hilt of the sword for the first time!

Lan looked quietly at the documents on the table, seemingly indifferent to what was happening.

He didn't say anything, and no one else dared to say anything. Only Lorenzo lay on the ground whimpering and screaming.

Suddenly, there was another commotion outside the window, breaking the tranquility in the room. This time, there were not only curses in various dialects, but also screams.

The noises intensified—especially the screaming.

Lan couldn't help but frown and moved to the balcony. The doors and windows were wide open, and all the sounds suddenly became clearer.

The three remaining Free Corps officers looked at each other, and upon seeing Lann's signal, they couldn't help but curiously followed and looked outside, and then they saw an unforgettable scene -

They had thought they would see the mercenaries they had brought with them fighting with the soldiers of Cintra, and were still thinking about how to explain this to Lord Lannister; however, the fact was that all the people of Cintra and most of the people of Kovir stayed away.

There were only two people in the field, one was a bear-like man, the witcher Ged.

He rushed into the encirclement of more than a dozen people alone. Everyone was very restrained and did not move the hilt of the knife, so only fists rained down on him; he responded with attacks like waves, and easily knocked down all the people in the team despite those fists and kicks.

One man defeated an entire team. This man not only had the size and momentum of a bear, but also the strength.

The three Free Corps officers watched helplessly as the enemy, still unsatisfied after defeating one team, began to look for the next target.

If this scene was still within the acceptable range for ordinary people, then the situation on the other side was very horrifying: a giant bear with a body length of three meters rushed into the middle of the Kovir people who were still resisting stubbornly, but it retracted its teeth and claws, and used its palm, which was bigger than a human head, to throw the Kovir people out continuously as if it was slapping a child.

The giant bear and the people around it were the main source of these screams.

"Lord Lannister!" Julia screamed. "That's, that's..."

"That's the captain and adjutant of the maritime guerrillas. They will also be the future superiors of one of your teams." Looking at the incoherent little beautiful cat, Lann said lightly.

After a while, all the Kovir mercenaries who participated in the fight fell to the ground, and the remaining mercenaries looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gerd shook his neck, not caring about the bruises on his arms. The giant bear walked to Gerd's side, and in front of the three officers' stunned eyes, it made a sound like beans popping bones, shrank in size, and its hair faded, turning into the young man they had seen before.

The three officers opened their mouths in shock, unable to speak.

House walked slowly to Lann and explained in a low voice, "A lot of people from the Freedom Corps just tried to escape, but most of them were executed on the spot after being discovered by Gede. Then he had a misunderstanding with other mercenaries who didn't know what was going on, and a fight broke out."

The Free Corps were newly released prisoners, so it was not surprising that such a thing happened. Or perhaps it was surprising that there were only so few deserters.

Lan nodded: "It seems that the misunderstanding is now resolved."

Adam nodded blankly in agreement.

"Most of the deserters were executed on the spot, so there are still some who haven't been killed yet?"

"Yes, sir."

Lann turned to look at Adam: "All the deserters are handed over to me for public execution. Those soldiers who participated in the fight are handed over to you. Give me a satisfactory result. Can you do it?"

Adam didn't dare look Lann in the eye again: "Follow your orders."

"After we go back, we can start splitting up the legion. I'll ask the captains of the three guerrilla teams, including Gerd, to come and select the members. Each of you can choose a team to join. It just so happens that Colonel Lorenzo needs to recover from his injury for a while, so this way the distribution will be even."

Adam lowered his head even lower: "All at your command."

…

With a loud "boom", the fiery red portal opened wide.

The sorceress stepped out. She had unique short hair and wore a gorgeous low-cut court dress. Like all the other sorceresses, she displayed her charm unscrupulously.

But compared with her radiant figure, the expression on her face looked much duller and more haggard.

Apparently she hasn't been having a very good time lately.

Fringilla Vigo sighed and looked around: the soldiers guarding the long-distance teleportation array lowered their heads involuntarily when they saw her, but one could see that their eyes were secretly observing her body; looking further ahead, there were endless military camps and black sun flags waving everywhere; if she climbed a little higher, she could even see the Yaruga River.

"Ms. Wei Ge." An officer who had been waiting for a long time came forward, "Please follow me. Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

Unlike the soldiers, Fringilla Vigo did not see any respect for the power of magic in the eyes of the officer in front of her. She even saw a hint of contempt.

She really didn't like that look. He was just a mid-level military officer. Why did he look at a sorcerer who was powerful enough to serve as a royal advisor in the north in that way?

But at this moment, Fringilla knew that she was in the Nilfgaardian military camp, not the north. So she could only swallow her anger and follow the officer in front of her into the emperor's study.

She seemed to be late, as there were already other people here. Fringilla looked at them one by one and was surprised to find that they were all sorcerers as powerful as herself:

A white-haired old man, Sascius. He is the most prestigious and powerful of all the sorcerers in Nilfgaard, especially in astrology and prophecy magic. Fringilla knew that he had helped Emhyr, who was still a prince, to remove the curse from his body during the usurper period, so he was rewarded and highly valued by the emperor.

A man with a buzz cut, Van Hema. He is best at fire magic, which is considered forbidden by northern warlocks. Fire is the most violent force, from which we can see Van Hema's control over chaotic energy. Fringilla believes that this man's magic power is not inferior to hers.

A sorceress with a red headscarf and a black cat on her shoulder, Ashleigh va Anahin, was born in the southernmost province of the empire and was a "true citizen of the Nilfgaard Empire."

She looked unhappy because Fringilla knew that her great-grandson, Cassiel Mowa Divlin aip Chirak, was killed by the lion Rann when he went to chase Princess Cirilla after the fall of Cintra. Ashile had been brooding over this.

Fringilla was surprised to see so many powerful warlocks at once. Except for Shasius who had been accompanying Emperor Emhyr all year round, the remaining two, like herself, led their own warlock troops to participate in the Civil War.

The one who could summon so many warlocks was naturally the emperor of the empire, Emhyr var Enreis, who was being surrounded by them like the moon surrounded by the masses.

"Alberitch is dead."

Before Fringilla could salute the emperor, the emperor spoke a piece of news in a deep voice, which surprised Fringilla again.

Abelich is also the leader of a group of warlocks.

Then a servant handed Fringilla a piece of information and a letter. The words on it made Fringilla more and more frightened, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

"Duke Darcy... was captured? And the Eastern Group... was defeated?"

The emperor turned his back to Fringilla and nodded without comment.

"My warlocks, take another look at this intelligence and tell me what you find in it."

Ashlei, whose aunt's grandson had passed away, was old enough to be the emperor's grandmother, but the sorceress always took good care of herself, and she looked like a lady in her twenties.

She looked at the name that could not be avoided in the intelligence and took a deep breath. "They described the Lannisters as a god descending from the sky, with fire and ice, and the ability to teleport..."

"But from what I know, Lannister is just a demon hunter," said the pyromancer Van Hema. "If demon hunters were so powerful, then Gusswid's group of snake scholars wouldn't have been so easy to deal with."

Fringilla cleared her mind, she knew that Lannister was more than just a witcher. She became excited, but now was not the time to show these emotions.

She suppressed her mixed emotions and said, "It is said that the Lannisters have received help from two royal advisor-level warlocks, Yennefer of Vengerberg and Triss of Marlborough, and Cintra itself has a mentor-level druid as an advisor. If they work together..."

"So this is your conclusion? The Lannisters used magic to achieve such magical results?"

Emperor Emhyr turned, and for a moment the sorcerers bowed their heads.

Obviously, Emhyr was just an ordinary man, and his age was surprisingly young compared to the warlocks, but the majesty brought by the Lord of the Empire made the warlocks feel as if they were really looking directly at the sun.

It was a while before they heard the emperor give the order.

"I want all of you to the front lines, with your warlock units."

"To Cintra and Upper Soden, Your Majesty? To protect Duke Witte and Marshal Menno and prevent them from being assassinated again?"

"No, you just need to go to Upper Soden." Fringilla heard the emperor's cold voice, "Go and receive the order from Marshal Menno."