There are many factors that contribute to victory in war.

But in Lan's previous life, no matter how ignorant a person was about war, he understood a saying: The right time is not as important as the right location, and the right location is not as important as the right people.

This sentence means "A favorable season and climate are not as good as a favorable terrain, and a favorable terrain is not as good as winning people's hearts."

In other words, in war, compared with weather, climate, and geographical advantages, the unity of soldiers is the most important factor.

But Lann was greedy and he wanted all three elements.

Under the three-lion flag of Cintra, Cintra advisor Mossak and Druid "Sky-god" Fetov opened their arms together, holding their oak staffs horizontally in front of their chests, and vibrant natural energy surrounded them.

Mossak rode on Black Wind, and Fetov sat on a giant Skellige bear that was nearly two meters tall at the shoulder. Even on a forced march, these two could allow the druids on their backs to sit on the ground and cast spells smoothly.

Along with their spells, dark clouds quickly extended and covered the sky, completely obscuring everything above the clouds, allowing Lann to ride two giant dragons to approach the enemy with great momentum yet unnoticed.

When both dragons reached the top of the Ortaga Fortress and even roared on their own initiative, the Nilfgaardians suddenly realized what was going on.

…

Lann sat astride Saskia's neck, holding two bone spurs of moderate thickness in his hands, holding her steady, while the griffin cloak fluttered in the strong wind.

"I'm going, Saskia."

“Ah—ho—”

The dragon girl, who had transformed into a giant dragon, let out a long roar and lowered her head to rush into the clouds. Water vapor clung to her and Lan's bodies, but flames burned in their chests.

The red dragon Keltulis, who was called back by Lan from the edge of the Mahakam Mountains, could not hear Lan's voice, but seeing this, he also cooperated with Lan and Sakia and lowered his body.

With a "whoosh" sound, the thick clouds in the sky were broken from the inside out by the giant object, and suddenly expanded outwards, and then under the action of the collapse force, they sank into two huge whirlpools.

Two giant beasts appeared in front of everyone like a natural disaster.

The Nilfgaardian raised his head and nearly broke his neck.

What kind of giant beasts are those!

That was the figure of the overlord of the continent before the elves arrived!

The leading green dragon was sparkling with golden spots all over its body even under the dark clouds without the sun. It looked like a century-old giant tree with wings and spurs floating in the air. It had a graceful body, but it was filled with the murderous intent of an ancient jungle.

The red dragon, which was lagging behind, did not hide its ferocity. Its size was much larger than that of the green dragon, and it was surrounded by smoke from the cooling of high temperatures, as if magma was flowing under its brick-red scales, just waiting for the opportunity to burst out in anger.

Who is the object of that murderous intent and anger?

The two giant dragons fell rapidly in a graceful falling posture, like two meteors.

When the oppressive feeling of the giant creature occupied everything within their sight, making the Nilfgaardians flee in fear of the sky falling, they suddenly spread their wings and let the huge wind resistance stabilize their bodies.

With a "whoosh", all the Black Sun flags in the fortress fluttered wildly in the strong wind.

Duke Witte's eyes suddenly widened. He actually saw a person sitting on top of the green dragon's head.

Silver-black armor, griffin cloak, and golden hair.

That's Lannister, the Lion of Cintra.

He saw the other's lips move slightly.

…

"Dragon Flame." Lan ordered Sakia.

“Ahhh!!”

The huge mouth that could swallow the entire tent opened, and the surging flames brewed briefly inside, and then -

"boom!!"

Fire from the sky was overwhelming, the raging flames engulfed everything, and the big sun on the black flag turned to ashes in an instant.

"——Run! Run away——"

The Nilfgaardians only reacted at this time, and some of them even rolled down from the fortress wall which was more than ten meters high in panic.

But more people were enveloped by the fire waves and turned into charred charcoal from the inside out before they could even make a sound.

Saskia and Keltulis each chose one side of the city wall, gliding and spraying dragon fire, rushing from the top of the wall to the bottom; with each flap of their wings to adjust their bodies, the place covered by the flames would respond with the general "boom" and "boom" sound of flame explosions.

Lann looked back and saw that there was not even a decent human figure in the section of the city wall that Kerturis had ravaged. Flesh, steel armor, and even the base rock under the city wall began to melt and turned into magma dripping from above.

It’s worthy of being called the Red Dragon!

Although the wall that Saskia ravaged was not as exaggerated as that of Kelturis, the poisonous smoke brought by the green dragon was more suitable for the battlefield than that of the red dragon.

I don't know if Saskia's father had specially trained Saskia's breath. At this moment, looking at the colorful smoke surrounding the city wall, even several neighboring companies outside the city wall began to have difficulty breathing and staggered.

"Well done, Sakia," Lann encouraged, "Let's keep going!"

Hearing the encouragement, Saskia flapped her wings even harder, and her huge body deftly drew a semicircle in the air, then changed direction and rushed towards the Otaga Fortress again with the momentum of an ancient ferocious beast.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", continuous explosions sounded, and the two remaining walls of the fortress turned into a sea of ​​fire under the dragon flame.

The Nilfgaardians completely lost all four walls of the fortress.

…

"Damn it! Damn it! This is the Cintra people's own fortress!"

Duke Witte jumped up and shouted.

The soldiers have long been learning how to kill their own kind, so even encountering creatures like griffins and fork-tailed dragons would temporarily cause them to panic, not to mention the two mobile bunkers in the sky.

Riding a dragon onto the battlefield is something that has never happened in the history of war or even in human history.

"What kind of war are we fighting?"

But Duke Witte quickly calmed down. He was a court noble who had experienced the chaotic period of the usurper, and under certain circumstances, his psychological quality was even stronger than those officers around him.

[It’s just a dragon.] He said to himself in his heart.

Dragons can be killed, and the title of "Dragon Slayer" is rare but not uncommon. Duke Vitte himself has issued several dragon-slaying missions, and many of the gems in his private treasury have been used to decorate dragon lairs.

He even held banquets for some dragon slayers and listened to them brag about their dragon-slaying experiences.

It was as if a lightning exploded in his mind. Duke Witte slapped the absent-minded adjutant hard, causing him to spin half a circle on the spot, and also forced the other party to regain his rationality.

"Blow the horn!" The commander of the Western Group grabbed his adjutant fiercely and screamed into his ear, "Let the infantry and spearmen go to the outermost to block the Cintrians, and all the archers line up and shoot towards the sky!"

"Point all your catapults and siege crossbows at the sky. They're just two dragons!"

…

Saskia suddenly adjusted her flying posture in the air, and her dragon neck tilted slightly. Lan grabbed the bone spur to prevent his body from falling backwards, and shook his head so that the half-long blond hair disturbed by the wind would not block his vision.

"Oh? Have you figured it out?"

Looking at the archers that had begun to gather and the various large siege equipment that were in operation, Lan patted Sakia seriously.

"Be careful for a while, but the plan remains unchanged."

The Western Army Group did not have a warlock unit, but as they had already semi-transformed into a logistics group, they definitely had no shortage of resources. This was something that the Eastern Army Group, which was marching rapidly and crossing the Yaruga River, could not match.

But this was also within Lan's expectations.

The Nilfgaardians' military discipline is absolutely top-notch on the continent. They are able to issue orders and assemble their troops even under the pressure of two giant dragons in the sky.

"Kahalala--" The archer's hands were shaking, but he still pulled the bowstring firmly and raised the angle to face the flesh and blood fortress in the sky.

The commander held the flag high in his hand and took deep breaths to prevent his throat from trembling and losing his voice.

With a "splash", the dragon swooped down towards the fortress again, and its wings made the air sticky as if hitting the water.

"Release!" The commander waved his right hand fiercely.

The rain of arrows turned around and flew up into the sky.

…

Under the three lions of Sintra.

The horse's hooves are shaking.

Mossak and Fetov looked at Lann and the two giant dragons wreaking havoc on the city wall in the distance.

"It's really spectacular," Fetov exclaimed sincerely, "You are so lucky, Mossak."

Mossak stroked his beard and laughed: "Okay, okay, Lan and the others have already started to act."

"Then we have to catch up too!"

The expressions of the two mentor-level druids suddenly became serious, and their spells became more rapid and staccato, continuous like waves.

"wind!"

…

With a sound of "Hula".

The already gloomy sky changed again.

The turbulence of natural energy stirred up the air, and the disordered air pressure collided everywhere, which naturally brought about - strong winds.

All the flags changed direction in an instant, and the already blazing flames suddenly jumped up again. The archers' soft eyes could not withstand the impact and closed one after another.

The arrow, which was originally flying in the air with great momentum, was disrupted by the wind in the first moment.

Sakia flapped her wings, and the metal arrows made a "ding-dong" sound as they touched the thick dragon scales, which was very pleasant to hear.

It is difficult to break into it even a little bit.

The first wave of ranged attacks was easily defended, but this was far from the time to relax.

The druid's weather magic was only used to block arrows, which was equivalent to clearing the field, and Lann's attention was always focused on the real big guys.

"Galala--" The giant siege crossbow, which required four people working together to turn two capstans to change its direction, was aimed at Sakia. The arrow, which was as thick as an adult's arm, flashed a sharp cold light.

This is a weapon that can truly pose a threat to a dragon, or even kill it!

“Woo——”

It was like the sound of air being drilled.

More than a dozen giant crossbows rushed towards Saskia in the air at the same time.

The giant dragon flapped its wings suddenly and changed direction nimbly in mid-air, avoiding most of them.

However, the huge body always has inconveniences in terms of attack power, and the densely packed giant crossbows can always bring good luck.

Duke Witte stared intently. The most troublesome thing about dragons is their wings. And just one arrow would definitely make the dragon lose its ability to fly!

What's more, Lannister is standing on the head of the green dragon!

After landing, they could use other siege weapons - even nets and knives - to kill dragons and lions with their numbers!

Duke Witte clenched his fists.

However, in the Duke's expectant eyes, he saw that the only arrow in this wave of crossbow rain that followed the dragon's figure was about to succeed.

The Lannister on the dragon's head suddenly disappeared.

With a flash of golden light, Lann appeared in mid-air with his hands raised above his head. The powerful core strength of his waist and abdomen allowed him to stay in the air for a short time, and physical strength, adrenaline toxins, and magic power gathered in his hands.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake burst into light.

[Anger Explodes]!

Also known as New Year’s Greetings Sword Technique!

With a loud "bang", the dazzling golden light shattered the crossbow arrow into pieces. The huge impact force turned the metal fragments and wood chips into shooting arrows, which hit Lann's body like ripples, causing waves of thick yellow color like the earth.

[Quen's Seal: Explosive Shield]

There was another loud "bang", the seal shattered, and the second impact came. An invisible big hand pulled Lann out of the splash range of the fragments that were comparable to a honeycomb bomb.

Even Lan's hands were shaking slightly at this moment, and blood was flowing down from the knuckles of his sword-holding hands in the air.

After all, it was a siege crossbow, but he actually chopped it with a sword.

No matter how strong his waist and abdomen were, he couldn't control his body in this situation. Lann was rolling randomly in the air like a sack.

But this didn't bother him at all.

"Swoosh", he disappeared again in the golden light.

【flash】!

The next second, Lann fell to the ground and turned into a rolling gourd that rolled a long distance away until it hit something hard and finally stopped with a shocking muffled sound.

When he looked up, he was facing a siege crossbow without arrows loaded.

Although he couldn't control his body in the air, the time slowdown after activating the skill allowed Lann to barely determine his direction.

For him, the priority now is naturally to destroy these large machines and create an environment for the dragon to run wild without restraint.

But now Lann was looking with some distress at the crossbowmen who were still staring at the sky in amazement.

Why don't you come and chop me up so I can activate [Active Shield] and use skills to recover health. I can't even hold the sword with both hands...

never mind.

Lann sighed inwardly and decided to get started.

…

Duke Witte almost popped his eyes out on the battlement.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

As knowledgeable as he is, he can quickly regain his sanity and command the army to counterattack even when facing a dragon.

But this time, I really lost my mind.

What did he see?

One person! With a sword! He smashed the arrow shot from the siege crossbow!

Shouldn't this all be the other way around?!

Then in the next second, the Lannister, who flashed from the dragon's head and smashed the crossbow arrow in mid-air, disappeared in the flash again.

Where did he go?

Before Duke Witte could look for it, the movement on the battlements not far away answered his doubts.

[Alder Seal·Alder Sweep·Bone-piercing]!

There was a loud "boom". I don't know how many explosions there were today.

The siege crossbows and the soldiers' bodies were torn into pieces by the strong wind after they froze, and a solid layer of ice spread on the ground.

Then, Lann slapped the ground, and a dozen emerald-colored spots emerged beside him.

【Teleport】

Among them appeared fully armed warriors, the roaring Skellige giant bear with its head held high, and the ferocious-looking demon hunters who had already taken the potion.

There were two sorceresses whose attire was out of place in the current environment. One had flaming red hair, and the other had eyes like violet.

Triss and Yennefer.

They had already made preparations. The moment they landed, they looked at each other, chanted spells together, and communicated with natural energy.

A portal of a scale far beyond common sense appeared.

Then a group of warriors in fine armor walked out of the portal.

This is the Sintra Urban Guerrilla!

Guerrillas continue to emerge from the portal, and they are about to carry out the second phase of the plan.

Lann took a deep breath, held up a khaki protective shield as thick as the earth, and spoke to the demon hunters who had just appeared.

[Quen's Seal - Active Shield]

"Come on, chop me first!"