Lane clearly remembered that in the original plot, there was a troop sent by King Verden, who attacked and killed passers-by and put the blame on the tree spirits. They also always hinted to Geralt in their words that the tree spirits killed Ciri and the baron who was looking for Ciri.

Even though they weren't actually dead yet.

In the end, they were killed by the witcher Geralt, the druid Mossak and the tree spirit.

So when Lann saw the scene clearly, he immediately understood what was going on. He had no intention of believing them, nor did he intend to let them go.

The black wind was extremely fierce.

If he were a normal knight, he would happily raise his lance and ride his beloved horse to smash everything in front of him.

But Lann was not good at lance, and he could not master it in a year. He did not need it.

The lion-like knight drew his long sword from his horse, and with his belt arm, he swung out almost his entire upper body and the sword together.

The short and fat man had a look of fear on his face. He obviously didn't expect that Lann and his men would suddenly launch an attack.

Before he could draw his weapon, the sword blast split his chest. The sword blade went horizontally into the short and fat man's body from the chest and abdomen, and came out from the back, splitting his shoulder as well.

The sky was covered with blood rain. From behind, the short and fat man looked like he was bitten hard by a beast called "Sword".

At this time, some of Weiden's soldiers finally reacted, drawing their weapons and trying to fight the enemy.

After knocking down one man, Lann continued to charge forward. A soldier roared and rushed towards him, brandishing his weapon and wielding his spear in an attempt to chop Lann off his horse.

Lann leaned his body to avoid the attack, and thrust his sword into the body of another Weiden soldier like a spear. At the same time, he let go, allowing the impact force to pour into the opponent's body as much as possible, and also preventing his wrist from being injured by the reaction force.

Black Wind roared excitedly. It was a warhorse, not a pet. The sound of swords clashing and the smell of blood made it go even faster.

With a "bang", the soldier whose lower body was pressed under the horse had his head crushed like a watermelon by Black Wind. At least his suffering was over.

An instant triple kill.

The number of their own team was smaller than that of the enemy team, and they were killed by the enemy team in one encounter. The dead were all killed in horrible ways. The last two people in Weiden's team turned around and tried to escape.

"Idiot, he has no weapon left, go ahead!" the slant-eyed soldier shouted.

His shouting was not without reason, but what made more sense was their speed. None of the Wedens still standing were on horseback, so they could outrun them.

The two deserters tried their best to get away from the battlefield, but Lann, riding on Black Wind, suddenly passed by the two fleeing soldiers and easily broke through the formation of Weiden soldiers, blocking their retreat.

At this time, the attendants and scouts also rushed into the enemy camp on horseback and began to engage in close combat with the Weiden soldiers in front.

Lann dismounted and rushed towards the two deserters. He was actually better at fighting on foot.

"He has no weapon." A soldier facing Lann muttered in a low voice, then shouted to cheer himself up, "He has no weapon! Aaaaah!"

This is a rare swordsman, but his swordsmanship is not very good, at least not good enough to face Lann alone.

Even wearing plate armor, Lann was more flexible than anyone else present. He took a step forward to close the distance, and thrust his right arm forward to hammer at the opponent's sword-holding hands, weakening the opponent's attack. His left arm went straight to meet the opponent's sword.

With a clang, the specially thickened arm armor firmly blocked the opponent's sword. Then Lann raised his foot, and the foot wrapped in steel greaves kicked directly into the opponent's chest, which the chain mail could not protect.

The poor soldier's eyes bulged out, and he instantly lost the strength to hold his weapon. Lann easily snatched his sword, held the hilt upside down, and slit the man's throat with his backhand.

Lan weighed the weapon in his hand and assessed it as inferior to his own, but usable enough.

At this time, there was only one Weiden soldier left in front of Lann, and Lann had a sword in his hand again.

Coincidentally, this soldier was the same one who had whispered to Lann earlier.

"Now do you know why I am the tournament champion?" Lan asked.

The soldier thrust forward with his spear in hand, his eyes red. Lann used his sword to lightly push away the spear tip, rushed forward to close the distance, first splitting his torso from top to bottom, then swinging it from bottom to top, leaving a bloody "X" on his body.

Looking back, there were only three enemies left on the field, struggling to hold on.

The slant-eyed soldier had already noticed that something was wrong. He kept fighting and retreating, and ran to the side of his horse with the cover of his comrades.

Ace seized the opportunity and shot an arrow through the throat of a soldier, leaving only two enemies on the field.

The slant-eyed soldier shouted to comfort the horse, but the horse was too frightened to obey his command. He gritted his teeth and forced himself on the horse. He was really a great rider. In this situation, he could even stick to the horse's back.

A soldier had his weapon blocked by two scouts using their spears, and then Levin had his throat cut with a dagger.

The young man who knew the forest best in Brokilon murmured softly, "Trees are cut down by axes, and dryads never cut down trees, fools!"

The only living Weeden soldier left was the Squint-Eyed Soldier.

The horse refused to run, so the slanted-eyed soldier gritted his teeth and thrust the dagger into the horse's buttocks. The horse felt the pain and ran away without thinking in any direction.

"Idiot, this is not the direction, don't run into the forest!" shouted the slant-eyed soldier.

Seeing that the other party was actually trying to escape on horseback, Ace smiled contemptuously and drew his bow to aim at the target.

"Leave him alive." Lann reminded.

At this moment, an arrow whistled out from the dark forest, drawing a long and slow arc. It seemed to glide slowly in the air, the arrow feathers swaying gently in the wind, and until the moment it hit, its speed and force did not increase at all.

The arrow's feathers were made of pheasant feathers, dyed yellow with juice boiled from tree bark; the arrow's tip was made of unknown material because it had already buried itself in the slant-eyed soldier's throat.

The owner of this arrow obviously did not want the slant-eyed soldier to ride his horse into the forest.

The impact caused the deserter on horseback to fly backwards, leaving the horse alone to run into the forest. Ace was surprised to loosen his hand holding the arrow, and the arrow flew out of the string, completing an unexpected tacit aerial relay. Unfortunately, the arrow originally aimed at the hip and leg deviated from the target and nailed into the enemy's chain mail at the connection between the shoulder and back. The arrow did not penetrate, but the chain mail was indeed good at preventing bullets.

The slant-eyed soldier fell on his back. With a dull thud, the arrow tip embedded in the iron ring of the chain was pressed into his body by many forces, and blood immediately oozed out of his chest and back.

All of Weiden's soldiers were wiped out, but the squad's vigilance remained unabated.

Just because of that sudden arrow, because an invisible enemy appeared in the forest, a more powerful enemy.

Levin shouted, "It's the dryad!"

Ace angrily nocked another arrow and aimed it into the forest. He felt extremely ashamed and angry for not being able to complete the Earl's request.

"It's okay, Ace. We don't need any more survivors." Lann comforted him, looking into the depths of the jungle. "We have better ones now."