Only a part of the city guards came, and none of the town guerrillas came. They were scattered in other parts of the town to resist monsters and evacuate the people, and could not get away for the time being.

The remaining people, led by the commander, fought the enemy in the darkness, swinging their weapons and shedding blood.

On one side were the mercenaries built at great expense by the warlock and the elites from Nilfgaard, who were numerous and ready to fight. On the other side were the people of Cintra, who were outnumbered and had just experienced several battles with monsters, but were in high spirits and fearless of death.

For a while, they fought evenly and the battle came to a stalemate.

Until Cohen arrived.

With such a big scene, Alice naturally had to inform him.

The Griffin School witcher pulled up his gloves and tore off his cloak to wrap it around his left arm.

His face was as pale as a deathly man, with veins bulging across it. He had already drunk several bottles of potion.

A swaying ochre-colored protective sigils were wrapped around his body, and he brandished an eagle-headed steel sword in his right hand, fiercely chiseling into the enemy's camp from the outermost edge. Every time the sharp sword whistled, it would bring up a handful of blood.

Demon hunters hate to be caught in a crowd on the battlefield. In the wild, they can fight monsters that dozens or even hundreds of people cannot deal with alone, but on the battlefield, a battle formation of perhaps ten people can make the demon hunter suffer.

But things are different now, at least in Sintra.

Cohen's arrival caused cheers among the people of Cintra, and the nearby soldiers immediately came to his side spontaneously, covering his sideways movement, protecting his back, and clearing the space in front of him, creating space for the witcher to attack and kill the enemy.

Next, Cohen didn't even need to swing his sword. He just stretched out his hand, and an extremely condensed torrent of flames flew from his hand to a distance, igniting several human-shaped torches.

He stretched out his hand again and used telekinesis to knock down several enemies. Immediately, the soldiers surrounding him stepped forward and killed the enemies without any pressure.

A demon hunter who was letting loose on the battlefield showed his might towards the invaders on this monster-wreaking night!

…

Unfortunately, things won't go so smoothly tonight.

Suddenly, Cohen felt a sharp pain in his head. If it weren't for the Cintra people protecting him, he would have been ambushed by the enemies around him.

As a high-level combat unit, the Demon Hunters were able to wreak havoc among the soldiers, but this time the Nilfgaardians were well prepared.

The griffin emblem on the chest vibrated violently, telling its master that this was a sneak attack by the enemy - a sneak attack related to magic.

Cohen looked up as if he had sensed something, and saw a beautiful woman not far away staring at him, her eyes seemed to be emitting light.

It's her!

Before Cohen could react, a round object was suddenly thrown towards him.

The moment Cohen saw the thing clearly, his pupils shrank, but before he could do anything, the thing exploded.

"boom--"

The thing did not explode with flames, fragments, or poisonous gas as Cohen had expected, which saved the people of Cintra around Cohen.

But what exploded from the alchemical bomb was something even more serious for the Griffin School witchers.

Green smoke instantly covered Cohen's body, and oily green metal dust with a faint static electricity wrapped around the witcher's body, and some of it entered his body through his breath.

Cohen coughed violently, and the protective [Quinn Seal] was broken immediately. The magic power in his body also melted away like spring snow at this moment, and he could no longer sense it.

【Magic-blocking Gold Bomb】

Alchemical bombs are not unique to demon hunters, but were invented by alchemists on the continent. However, this weapon is very compatible with the demon hunters' combat methods, so they are included in their regular combat equipment.

And now, Cohen, a demon hunter of the Griffin School, was ambushed by a demon-blocking gold bomb!

"Haha, Demon Hunter!!"

A crazy figure rushed in, waving the sword in his hand like the scythe of the god of death, and attacked countless times in an instant.

Before Cohen could recover from the discomfort caused by the demon-blocking gold bomb, he found that several Cintrians who had just protected him had been killed by this madman dressed as a bounty hunter.

"You!" Cohen's eyes suddenly turned red with anger. He raised his hand and swung out with his long sword to fight with the opponent, then stabbed and swung the sword continuously.

“Dangdangdang——”

After only three strikes, Cohen was shocked. The opponent was extremely fast and had incredible strength. Judging from the swordsmanship alone, Cohen was sure that only Lann, Letho, and Gede in the entire Brokilon could defeat the opponent. Even those cat-style demon hunters who specialized in swordsmanship that he had seen when he was young were probably no match for him.

But looking at this attacker, his dead fish eyes contained normal human pupils, and he was able to make these attacks purely relying on his human talent.

Where did this sword monster come from?

[This guy must have come prepared. I just fought for a long time and was ambushed. This is definitely not the time to compete with him immediately.]

Cohen looked at the guy in front of him who had been dormant like a venomous snake for who knows how long. His mind raced like lightning, and the demon hunter with decades of rich combat experience made a decision immediately.

The only thing that could defeat the opponent was the carefully crafted demon hunter plate armor on his body, so he deliberately found a flaw and used the fine steel wrist guard to steadily block the opponent's slash, and then thrust forward with the sword regardless of the consequences. This finally forced the opponent away and had a chance to breathe.

A group of Nilfgaard's elite rushed out from behind the bounty hunter Bonnard. They tacitly separated the Cintrians around the two men and brought them into the melee with the mercenaries, leaving some space for Bonnard and Coen.

However, there were two people who were not stopped. They rushed in desperately and were no match for their opponents.

…

They were House, who was holding a lion-headed long sword, and Levin, who was holding two hunter scimitars. Both of them looked grim.

For the people of Cintra, they have already accepted the setting that "Monster Hunters are invincible in single combat, and can only win if they are besieged", and that Monster Hunters are all braver than ordinary people.

That is why, when they saw Cohen being forced back by a man who looked like a bounty hunter, they immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and came to help as soon as possible.

At this moment, two members of the "lion group" plus Cohen formed a circle around Bonnard.

"Hey, witcher!" Bonnard did not feel the slightest bit of nervousness about being surrounded. Instead, he leisurely danced with his sword to relax his muscles while unbuttoning his chain-link jacket.

Cohen's eyes condensed, and then suddenly turned cold. He saw three glittering silver badges on the opponent's chest - the patterns were a cat, a griffin, and a wolf.

A demon hunter will never abandon his badge, which is not only a proof of his identity, but also an important magic prediction tool, as important as the steel and silver swords on his back.

Since the other party has three badges, there is only one possibility -

This man has three demon hunters' lives on his hands.

House and Levine lowered their bodies, ready to pounce at any time. However, they were still waiting for Cohen's move, ready to cooperate.

"Your badge will soon be added to my collection, witcher." Bonnard felt Cohen's cold gaze and smiled sinisterly like a ghost. "It's a pity that you are also a griffin. I would rather have a snake or a bear."

The bounty hunter is experienced and wants to provoke his opponent first.

"Of course, Lannister's griffin emblem is also good. Prey of that level is very worthy of collection..."

As soon as these words were spoken, before Cohen could take any action, someone else was angered.

House roared and pounced forward. Bonnard sneered and blocked the attack, then chopped back. The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

With a "clang", when Bonnard was preparing to counterattack at an extremely fast speed, Levin suddenly blocked the bounty hunter's sword with his two swords. He and House cooperated tacitly.

But the bounty hunter Bonnard is not a fighter, but a killer.

Bonnard spat directly into Levin's face, knocking the young man off his feet. Then, without drawing his sword, Bonnard raised his knee to House's groin, then struck him once, twice, and three times with the hilt of his sword.

Bonnet's heavy blow broke House's temples, cheeks and mouth. House's long sword fell out of his hand, his body shook, and a flash of sword light was seen.

"clang"!

This time it was Cohen who blocked Bonnard's sword, and the Griffin School witcher finally recovered from the discomfort.

House seized the opportunity to pick up the sword, and the three of them rushed towards Bonnard at the same time.

The bounty hunter became even more excited when he saw this.

"Dance, play music!" He widened his dead fish eyes without any emotion.

House roared and jumped forward, still starting the second round of attack.

Bonnard turned around on the spot, jumped up, landed firmly on his right leg, and immediately stabbed out with his sword.

But before his sword collided with House's sword, Levin appeared from the side like a cheetah and slashed twice like a ghost.

Bonnet raised his sword to block, using inertia to bend his knees slightly, avoiding Cohen's sharp blade that was trying to sneak attack at the right time. Then he raised his knee to knock Levin away and quickly launched a counterattack, slashing and slashing at the three people with his long sword.

Cohen took the brunt of the attack and shared most of the pressure. He resisted the discomfort and backed away, almost losing his balance. He jumped up at the last moment and dodged, but Bonhart's sword still hit his shoulder.

Before Bonnard could continue to exert force to remove Cohen's arm, Levine and House swung their weapons at the same time, narrowly forcing Bonnard back again.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The three badges on Leo Bonnard's chest rose and fell with his breathing, and a sickly flush crept up his neck.

Cohen adjusted his shoulders and re-positioned himself, preparing to deal with a new round of attacks with the two men behind him.

The killer in front of him couldn't take down the enemy after a long time, but he became more and more excited, as if he had seen some treasure.

Cohen and his companions thought that there would be an even more violent attack, but the bounty hunter in front of them suddenly shouted in front of their surprised eyes:

"Kenna!"

Cohen's face suddenly changed, and he remembered the magic attack at the beginning.

This move was unavoidable. At that moment, Cohen had already figured out how to use his armor and flesh to deal with the attack of the killer in front of him in the event of a surprise attack, thus creating opportunities for the two companions behind him.

However, nothing happened.

…

Psionicist Kenna covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, and curled up into a ball with all her might.

Fortunately, she was smart and hid in a nearby bunker. She was not wearing any armor and did not look ferocious, so the people of Cintra did not notice her for the time being.

An arrow pierced her shoulder.

If it weren't for the psionicist's amazing intuition, the arrow would have appeared in her neck.

In any case, she wouldn't be showing her face again for the rest of the night.

At the place where the arrow was shot, Milva held down the trembling bowstring and looked behind her in shock.

Just now, a troll mantis was attracted by the noise of the battle between the two armies, but it noticed Milva who was sniping the enemy alone at a high place.

The maid wanted to urge Heifeng to run with the princess, and she stayed behind to cover their retreat. However, the princess calmed herself down first, continued to snipe at the enemy, and then launched a puzzling offensive...

Taking a deep breath, Ciri stood up from the body of the troll mantis.

She wiped the blood off her forehead and nimbly jumped to Milva's side. After observing the battle for a while, Ciri pointed at the four-man melee that no one dared to approach and asked Milva: "Look over there, can you shoot that guy who looks so annoying?"

Milva calmed down and looked at the girl for a while, then shook her head: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, they are too close to each other, I'm worried about accidental injuries."

Ciri frowned, but still said, "It's okay, you're already very good."

Milva became nervous when she heard the princess's consolation. She had a bad feeling: "Your Highness, you don't want to..."

Without having to finish her words, Ciri knew what was going on in the minds of these nervous subordinates.

"Don't worry. How can I get involved in this kind of melee when even the three of Cohen can't beat them together? Even if I learn magic now, I'll be courting death if I go in. I'm not that reckless!"

Milva breathed a sigh of relief.

“Then please let me escort you to Brochlonsen first…” She still didn’t want Ciri to be in such a dangerous place.

Ciri had already found a wall with a poster on it and called out softly to her own bust: "Alice, are you there? Alice——"

The poster next to it, which showed a bust of Lan, suddenly ignited with bright emerald flames, and the spirit in the painting emerged from it: "I am here."

"Why did you have to come out of Lann's portrait... Never mind, don't tell me. I can guess." Ciri puffed her cheeks. "How are the guerrillas and Regis doing? Can they spare some time to support us?"

Alice looked back at the poster of Lane, and the flames on it burned even more vigorously.

She connected countless windows through the flames and had a panoramic view of everything in the town of Brokilon.

"Soon." Alice replied, "The guerrillas are on their way, and Regis is still dealing with a few chimeras in the sky, so they will be here soon."

Milva stared at the battlefield nervously: "But Cohen and the others seem to be unable to hold on... I'll go and delay them for a while..."

Ciri, however, showed an excited look first: "Great, it's just the right time for me to enter!"

Milva widened her eyes in horror: "Wait, Your Highness..."

…

Ciri jumped onto Black Wind's back as lightly as a swallow, grabbed the reins and made the warhorse with beast-like pupils stand up.

“Hiss—”

The loud neighing attracted the attention of the soldiers around the battlefield. When they saw Ciri's silver-gray hair and the exceptionally tall warhorse, they opened their mouths in surprise.

“Go, Black Wind!” Ciri roared childishly, “Let them see how powerful we are!”

Milva reached out her hand in vain towards Ciri's back, then turned to look at Alice, as if asking her why she didn't stop the princess.

The spirit in the painting lowered its head and said, "Milva, this is her responsibility. She is a princess after all, and she is no longer a child."

In the ethereal voice, she turned into a bright emerald flame and disappeared, leaving behind the voice: "I will go and urge Regis again."