Cohen was not scared. On the contrary, having such a strong teammate around him suddenly gave Cohen an inexplicable sense of security.

So he replied to Regis's question: "Of course. If possible, I would also like to call you 'Regis' directly."

Upon hearing this, the high-level vampire smiled gently on his bloody face: "It's my honor."

He is so polite.

After the greeting, both the man and the vampire will continue to hunt monsters and protect the town.

In Cohen's eyes, Regis's face gradually distorted, the human-shaped bones became smooth, the upright body became hunched, and the pharmacist's hands extended into claws more ferocious than any beast.

"I've read about Chimera in some books about monsters, but none of them introduced it from the perspective of 'hunting'." Regis' voice also became rough. "Cohen, I wonder if you can give me some advice on Chimera's weaknesses. This will make my job easier."

Regis obviously wanted a weakness like "Troll Mantis is afraid of sound waves".

But when Cohen looked at the Chimera that Regis had just knocked down from mid-air, he found that the opponent's neck had changed from a "fountain" to a "gurgling stream".

"Excuse me... You no longer need their weaknesses. They will only hinder you."

"Okay." Regis shrugged, and the crows around him began to flutter and circle. A few of them landed on his shoulders, as if communicating something.

Seeing that Regis was about to fly away again, Cohen suddenly remembered something and stretched out his hand to ask.

"Have you seen Alice? I haven't seen her since the chaos broke out just now. I'm a little worried..."

Regis showed a thoughtful expression: "Alice... Oh, you mean the beautiful lady who exists in the form of a miracle?"

"I just saw her [possessing] a chimera in the sky, and then controlling the giant beast to fight with its own kind. But then she seemed to have discovered something strange, and immediately turned into a will-o'-the-wisp and disappeared."

Cohen asked in confusion: "Strange things?"

…

In a hidden building, several swaying figures looked outside through the door.

If someone lit a candle, they would find that these were unfamiliar faces that had never appeared in the town of Blochelon.

They appear in the town along with these monsters, but they are very hidden.

"Damn, what are these things?! How could the town of Brokilon hide so much fighting power!"

Gray Owl cursed viciously: "It's ok to have the basic city guards and demon hunters, but why are there so many Skelligers and inexplicable monsters?"

"Were those three monsters that just rolled over trolls?"

"And what about the crows flying in the sky? Is it druid magic?"

"We can at least form another brigade out of these people! Aren't the Cintrians fighting on the front line? Why are we leaving so many fighting forces behind just for a princess?!"

Tawny Owl's emotions often got out of control after he left Nilfgaard, but because he was in the infiltration plan, he had to control his voice no matter how angry he was.

This resulted in him becoming more upset the more he vented his emotions.

Behind him there were nearly a hundred people crowded in this small room.

Although crowded, the place was secluded and safe, which was the effect of Viggofortz's long roll of parchment.

Bounty hunter Bonnard touched the three demon hunter badges on his chest and licked his lips impatiently: "It's a good thing that the warlock gave us so many monsters, otherwise our hundred people might not be enough for them to fight."

Then he laughed sinisterly twice: "Tawny Owl, what should we do next? Sneak in to find our lion cubs?"

The Tawny Owl looked at Bonnard with some dissatisfaction, then turned to the psychic who was closing his eyes and sensing the surroundings and asked, "How is it, is it suitable to go out now?"

Kenna relaxed her brows after a while and retracted her almost instinctive telepathy: "The warlock chose a good place for us. There is no one else nearby. It is very hidden."

"Can you find Cirilla?"

"I don't know what their minds are like, so I can't pinpoint them." Kenna shook her head, "But if you can capture a few Sintrians, I can read it from their brains."

The Tawny Owl nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, let's go!"

The atmosphere in the team became solemn, and more people breathed a sigh of relief - they were finally getting out of this crowded place.

"…Wait, I have a question!"

The Tawny Owl's hands were already hitting the door, when suddenly a discordant voice was heard in the team.

Bonnard interrupted: "We don't know what a lion cub looks like."

"Idiot!" Gray Owl was annoyed by this undisciplined mercenary. "There's only one person like him in Cintra with silver-gray hair! And is the princess dressed the same as ordinary people? Can't you recognize her?!"

Bonnard shrugged. "If I were a princess, I would definitely disguise myself if I were attacked from behind. Even if I didn't dye my hair, I would at least change my clothes or something."

This sentence actually made some sense. The tawny owl stared at Bonnard for a while, and then suddenly his eyes lit up.

He reached out and tore off a poster from behind Bonnard: "This is Cirilla, remember it!"

Bonnard looked at the thing in his hand and couldn't help but whistled in appreciation. On it was a bust of Cirilla painted in oil painting techniques, with the slogan "Make Cintra Great Again" written next to it.

Right next to the wall where the Tawny Owl tore off the poster, there was a similar poster with a bust of Lane and the words "The Lion Leads Us to Victory" written on it.

It was not just the hut where they were hiding, there were two similar posters posted almost every ten steps in the town of Brokilon. This kind of propaganda material with the portrait of one's own leader as the theme was very common in the rear areas of various forces, which was very effective in strengthening the cohesion of the people and improving the morale and combat effectiveness of the troops.

It’s just that the painting techniques of these two portraits are a bit too advanced, and it would be a bit of a waste to use them on a poster of this level.

"That's fine with me." Bonnard put the poster in his arms and said, "Let's go!"

This mercenary group built by Viggoforts at a huge expense, mixed with Nilfgaard's elite team, quietly left the crowded little house. The whole city was in battle and burning, but where they were, it was calm and all the monsters avoided them.

The Tawny Owl couldn't help but touch the pottery bottle in his arms. The spirit was so amazing!

But they didn't notice that just after they left, the eyes of Lan's portrait on the promotional poster on the wall suddenly moved.

The eyes in the painting tilted slightly in the direction they were leaving, as if watching them go.

…

"That's them." Alice pointed at the sneaky group of gray owls and said to the people behind her.

Even in such a chaotic night, the soul in the painting seems to exist in another space, revealing an ethereal and elegant temperament that is clearly different from the environment.

She had been through many battles tonight, killing several monsters in various ways, but even so, there was not a single wrinkle on her plain Gothic dress.

After all, she is a spirit.

Milva was beside Alice, looking seriously at the team that was sneaking forward in the darkness not far away. She had good eyesight and could see far at night even with only weak light.

"The leader is an elite team sent by Nilfgaard, whose goal is to capture Ciri. There are more than a hundred people in the team who are mercenaries, and they seem to be hired by a warlock."

Alice shared her intelligence, she had already figured out the secrets of this team.

"I'm sorry, their team is equipped with a lot of silver and magic metal, and there seems to be a profession similar to warlock. I can't handle so many people..."

After sharing the information, Alice said apologetically.

With her panel attributes and special abilities, she can easily face those monsters in the sky that can defeat hundreds of enemies at once.

However, when she encountered a truly well-prepared team of a hundred people, she had to avoid their attack; instead, she had to ask Milva and other conventional human troops for help, who could only play the role of transmitting information.

"You've been of great help, Ms. Alice. If we let a team like this break into the dark of Brokilon, who knows how much trouble it will cause." Milva took out the longbow behind her and gestured at the distance, "Please go find House, Levin and the others. I'll keep an eye on this side first."

Alice nodded, turned around and disappeared into the night in a bright emerald flame.

In addition to the town guerrillas led by Cohen, the three lion group members, Milva, House and Levin, each led a team of city defense forces to guard the town of Brokilon and protect Ciri.

It was already a great shame that so many monsters had sneaked in for no reason this time, but I didn't expect that even the Nilfgaard team would show up now. You know, this is Cintra's northernmost rear base!

Milva gritted her teeth and made a few gestures, and the city guards behind her immediately surrounded the Nilfgaardian team in the dark. She herself moved nimbly between the roofs, looking for high ground and cover to prepare for a battle.

"Damn it!" Suddenly, Milva paused and cursed in the direction where the Nilfgaardian troops were moving.

It turned out that the location where the Tawny Owl and his companions were teleported to was really good, too hidden and too safe.

Such a hidden and safe place is naturally suitable as a retreat route.

All the Cintra people who were able to wield weapons mustered up the courage to fight the huge beast in front of them, but a large number of children and women were protected by the city guards and retreated to the Brokilon Forest, seeking temporary shelter from the tree spirits in the forest.

Among them were many students from Niubao, but not everyone had the courage of Shani.

The team was about to collide with the Nilfgaardians.

The current situation is obviously too late to wait for House and Levin to come, this battle must be fought now!

Milva took a deep breath and began to adjust her posture. Her eyesight was really good, and she easily found a few people in the group of mercenaries who were obviously dressed differently.

Without saying a word, Milva pulled the longbow, and the teeth-grinding sound of the string being stretched out rang out. Her body, as nimble as a female leopard, stretched out under the moonlight.

“Swoosh——” “Swoosh——” “Swoosh——”

…

"Mr. Coroner!" Psychic Kenna suddenly stopped and warned the team.

The Imperial Coroner, Grey Forest Owl, immediately raised his hand to signal the team to stop, and gave a probing look to this lady, whose importance was equal to that of all the other people in the team combined.

"I sense a large amount of chaotic thoughts - right in front of us." Kenna frowned, revealing a look of great effort. "There are women and children. They should be retreating townspeople... There are about ten soldiers protecting them as they retreat."

"Great! Are you sure that the information about the lion cubs is just what you need to read the soldiers' minds?" said an elf from Nilfgaard with a gloomy face.

As an elf, he served in Nilfgaard as a scout with military rank. Because of this, he was particularly cruel to his enemies, but it was unclear whether it was because they were enemies of Nilfgaard or simply because they were human.

Anyway, his relationship with the rest of the team is not very good.

"We can't expose our whereabouts. Surround them, kill all the women and children, capture as many soldiers as possible, and then you can dig out the intelligence we need from their brains, how about that?"

Kenna couldn't help but frown at these murderous words. She looked around and saw that everyone else nodded in agreement with the elf scout's words.

"That's a great suggestion." The Gray Owl lowered his voice and pointed at the Elf Scout and said, "Then it's up to you..."

“Swoosh——” “Swoosh——” “Swoosh——”

Before he could finish his words, the general that Gray Forest Owl was about to assign suddenly had an arrow on his head. The huge kinetic energy bent the opponent's handsome elf face, spraying blood and breaking his neck.

With a "thump", he fell to the ground, and then the sound of people falling could be heard one after another around him.

"Enemy attack! Archers!"

No longer caring about concealing its whereabouts, the Tawny Owl shrank into the crowd like crazy after issuing a warning. The mercenary holding the shield nervously raised the shield in the direction of the arrow, but could not find the archer.

“Swoosh——” “Swoosh——” “Swoosh——”

The arrows came in a continuous stream, and each one could take a life.

"Kenna, where are the enemies? There are so many of them!"

The psionicist was sweating profusely: "I... I can't feel anything! That archer is very far away, farther than the average archer... Wait, there are more people coming!"

…

Milva's sneak attack marked the beginning of the battle, and the city guards under her command also charged towards the Nilfgaardians.

Archers were valuable, and those who could go to the front had all gone. Milva was the only archer in this unit. However, there were many good archers and even crossbowmen in the mercenary group, and they immediately adjusted their direction after seeing the charge of the city guards.

The city guards were about to suffer casualties before they came into contact with the enemy.

That won't work.

Milva took a deep breath.

Then she narrowed her eyes: "Come on!"

She dashed out of cover, exposing herself to the Nilfgaardians, and straightened her back in a shooting stance, like a marble statue - an Amazon warrior with a bow raised.

“Swoosh—”

Milva let go of the bowstring.

One of the mercenary archers flew backwards and hit the wall with his back, and a blood flower like an eight-legged octopus spurted out of the wall.

“Swoosh—”

The second archer fell to the ground like a cloth dummy, and a mixture of blood and brains splattered all over his companion.

“Swoosh—”

Another crossbowman who looked like a half-elf arched his back and fell from the high ground he had finally found, landing on the cold ground.

"Whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh"

"We found their archer!" a sharp-eyed mercenary shouted, "Great Sun, there is only one of her! And she is a woman..."

The next second, an arrow was embedded in his neck, completely blocking the words he had not yet spoken.

More archers attempted to shoot at Milva, but the female archer was standing too far away, far beyond the archers' shooting range. The arrows fell like hail, but could only hit the walls around Milva, causing wall dust mixed with dirt to flutter down.