When the princess of Cintra arrived at the battlefield riding a wind-like warhorse, the balance between the two fighting sides was immediately broken.

The people of Cintra were visibly panicking, and their originally steady fighting style suddenly turned violent. They all wanted to get rid of the enemy in front of them immediately and protect their princess to prevent the enemy from hurting their princess first.

The Nilfgaardians were in even greater chaos. The discipline of the mercenaries was not as good as that of the Cintra City Guards. Most of the people who had been trying to form a formation to fight the enemy suddenly disappeared, and those outside the battle group almost all rushed towards Ciri.

The target of the mission came running over by himself!

This was tough for the mercenaries at the front, as they were under increasing pressure in the face of the sudden desperate Cintrians, while their comrades behind them were running away while fighting.

More importantly, if the Cintra people on the opposite side were not too difficult for them to leave, they would have wanted to capture the princess themselves!

And the Tawny Owl in the crowd was completely crazy.

It was not enough for him to command all the elite members of Nilfgaard to rush in the direction of Ciri. He also gave orders in the direction of Bonnard:

"Bounty hunter, catch the lion cub first, catch the lion cub first!"

For the Grey Owl, victory or defeat in this battle was not important at all. As long as Ciri was in his hand, he would immediately use the magic communication device to communicate with Viggofortz and teleport himself back.

Bonnard turned a deaf ear to the gray owl's cries, his eyes were fixed on Cohen, and his attack became more and more fierce.

However, the chaos of the Nilfgaardians gave the Cintra people an opportunity. Without the obstruction of the imperial elites, the city guards immediately intervened in the battlefield and gathered around the three commanders.

Even a martial arts expert like Bonnard would be unable to defeat an enemy of this magnitude. Seeing this, he could only look unwillingly at the griffin necklace on Cohen's chest, cursed inwardly, and disappeared into the crowd.

…

It must be said that the effect of Ciri's appearance was immediate.

At this moment, facing the mercenaries and imperial soldiers rushing towards her, Ciri slapped Heifeng's neck regardless.

"Black Wind, charge!"

The atmosphere of battle had long made the warhorse hungry and thirsty. It completed the transition from stationary to charging with astonishing acceleration, and like a chariot, it knocked the two leading mercenaries away like rag bags.

The bumpy horse's back was far inferior to the balance beam and pendulum of Kaer Morhen. Ciri held the reins steadily with one hand, and moved around on the saddle like a seagull in a storm. The light rapier that could be controlled with one hand kept emitting bits of cold light, and blood splattered on the bodies of the enemies missed by the black wind.

Seeing this tragic situation, the mercenaries tried to knock Ciri off her horse with spears and bows and arrows, but just as they showed signs of attacking, they were hit on the back of the head by the hilt of the sword of the Nilfgaardian elite behind them.

"Catch the lion cub alive! Don't hurt her!"

Everything was as Ciri expected.

This should have been an easy job for the Nilfgaardians, just capturing an underage princess.

But they didn't expect that they were facing a lion.

Whose princess is like this?

In this completely unfair battle, Ciri actually controlled the black wind to draw most of the enemies out of the battle, ramming and stabbing them. Then, relying on the speed of the black wind, she made an amazing loop and slashed into the remaining half of the enemies.

“Black Wind!” Ciri screamed loudly, and then stabbed the enemy’s neck with a sword, “We are so powerful!”

The horse snorted disdainfully, lowered its head and sped up again.

The last enemy was crushed by the horse's hooves, and then the view suddenly became clear, with only the Cintra people with nervous faces left.

After observing the princess' intention from afar, the city guards immediately went crazy and killed the enemies in front of them at the cost of their lives. Then they quickly retreated, waiting for the princess to pass through the enemies and then guard her well.

But Ciri did not walk into their protection. Instead, she pulled the reins and turned her back to her soldiers, so that they could only see her silver-gray hair, the fluttering griffin cloak, and the exquisite, bloody armor.

Cohen and the others also gathered around Ciri. House and Levin looked at Ciri on Black Wind's back in disbelief. If it weren't for the height error, they almost thought that the lion had returned temporarily from the Eastern Front.

Among the Sintra people further back, some veterans looked even more emotional.

The enemies who had been led in a big circle by Heifeng and Xili and then dispersed gathered together again. The target was right in front of them, and their eyes were already red.

The Tawny Owl tightly grasped the silver box in his arms, and after thinking for a while, he decided not to activate it. Instead, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "That's Cirilla, young lion, catch her!"

With a "whoosh" sound, an arrow that flew from nowhere suddenly pierced the collarbone of the gray forest owl, causing it to fall to the ground immediately.

Looking at the suddenly panicked enemy, Ciri chuckled. She waved the swallow-head rapier in her hand, but did not point it at the enemy, but raised it high above her head like a flag.

"Nilfgaardians! I heard you were looking for me." It was dark, but the rapier seemed to be shining. "I am Cirilla Fiona Iren Rayanlon, the princess of Cintra!"

"I know you guys gave me the nickname 'young lion'...ha!"

…

Yes, they look alike. They really look alike.

From the back, they look similar in temperament.

There are retired veterans in the city guards. They should have been enjoying their retirement, but at the critical moment of the country's survival, they still chose to pick up their swords again.

At this moment, they looked at the Cintra blood in front of them, and even the armor they wore was almost identical: a chain mail lining, a white robe on the outside, covering a large and thin shoulder armor, a red waist guard, and a bandage made of deerskin.

They remembered that they once had a queen who took over the throne from her deceased father at the age of fourteen, and then traveled around the turbulent country. At the age of fifteen, she went on her first expedition to the battlefield, won the victory, and left a legend.

The battle was fought at Hauchebz, and the enemy was the Nasser people.

The figure standing in front of them at that time was almost exactly the same as it is now.

And they were feeling almost the same surge of emotions as they are now.

What did that figure say to them at that time?

…

"I am the Lioness of Cintra!"

Ciri swung the rapier in her hand fiercely: "People of Cintria, follow me and charge!"

"For Cintra! For the lioness!" The veterans shouted the same slogan as they did back then!

Black Wind took the lead and rode away, smashing the enemy's front line that had been hard to gather. The Cintra people followed Ciri and rushed in like crazy, and the Nilfgaardians could no longer stop them.

"Hold on! Hold on!" The gray forest owl climbed up from the ground, covering his wound. He was wearing very thick armor, which saved his life.

Looking at the figure on horseback, "Catch the cub... catch the lioness... anything, catch her!"

A rumbling sound was heard, and the Tawny Owl looked in the direction of the noise in panic, only to see three huge rocks taller than humans rolling towards him and his companions from a building nearby as if they had consciousness.

Behind these three huge rocks, more well-equipped Cintra people ran out.

They were town guerrillas, each of them carrying an alchemical backpack strap, the alchemical bombs inside were empty.

They finally got rid of the monsters in the town and came to support!

"Enemy in the rear!" Gray Forest Owl screamed miserably, "Hold on! As long as we catch Cirilla, we can..."

With a whoosh, the Tawny Owl, who had never learned his lesson, was called out by Milva again. This time, the female archer aimed a little longer, and the arrow pierced its neck.

So the Tawny Owl died.

…

On the roof of one side, Regis flapped his wings to steady his body.

Even as strong as he is, he still needs to catch his breath after such intense exercise tonight before going to the next one.

But looking at the battle situation in front of him, he seemed to feel that he didn't need to take action himself.

"This is incredible." Regis sighed for the umpteenth time tonight, "Even if it's Ancient Blood...but how old is she? She's still a princess!"

"Is your Princess of Cintra always so brave? And no one else is trying to stop her?"

Next to the vampire, bright emerald flames ignited from a poster, and Alice's figure appeared.

She looked at the bust of Ciri on the wall, and then at the portrait of the lion-like young man next to Ciri.

"Cintra... has never lacked leaders who lead by example, and they have long been accustomed to such leaders."

Regis sighed, "What a magical country... Well, I don't want to let too many people in this country die or get injured."

The vampire disappeared from the roof like a gust of wind.

It was as if the black form of a giant bat descended upon the battlefield, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Nilfgaardians.

He dragged two minions at a time into the air, then released his left hand at high altitude, causing one of them to fall while screaming; then he pierced the other man at the same time with his five nails, which were comparable to long swords, smeared the other man's blood on his body, and spread the shrill screams to every corner of the battlefield.

And so on.

…

With a "bang", another mercenary was knocked to the ground by gravity, and blood and flesh turned into raindrops, dripping on the body of the troll.

The trolls who had always been known for their simple and honest image in Brokilon finally showed their strength enough to be classified as "ogres" in the illustrations.

"Protect, home!" The three giant beasts roared, and their attack was unstoppable.

…

Cohen suddenly felt the blockage in his body suddenly ease, and something that had been suppressed was released.

The effect of [Magic-Resistant Gold Bomb] has finally worn off!

He raised his hand and applied a layer of [Quinn Seal] on himself. He called on several city guards around him to guard him again, and then drank a bottle of [Tawny Owl] which accelerated the recovery of magic power.

He opened his palm and the flame burned in it again.

…

Ciri felt that there were more and more Cintrians around her, because the enemies were becoming fewer and fewer.

The black wind was very fast and its momentum was strong enough for her to move freely among the group of vagrant soldiers in front of her.

Suddenly, the mercenaries in fancy armor disappeared, and the guerrillas carefully trained by the demon hunters of Cintra appeared in front of Ciri.

They attacked the enemy from two different directions and now joined together in the enemy's chaotic formation.

"The Lioness of Cintra!"

…

Milva took a deep breath and drew the bowstring.

She shot too many arrows tonight, and the leather rings she used to protect her fingers were worn away.

The current battlefield no longer needs her sporadic support, but there is a problem that has been bothering her.

Where is the bounty hunter who fought Cohen, House, and Raven alone?

…

The curled up psionicist Kenna shuddered violently. She looked up in panic and met the dead fish eyes of bounty hunter Leo Bonnard.

"The lion cub was indeed unexpected, and the Tawny Owl was even more unexpected. Such a team could be defeated inexplicably."

"You are quite smart. You have been hiding here from the beginning."

His catfish-like beard was stained with blood and minced meat, and the weapon in his hand had been replaced with a standard lion-headed long sword that he had snatched from someone because of the broken blade. Although he had left the battlefield, his murderous aura remained undiminished.

"Shh... don't say anything, ma'am. I know what you're planning." Bonnard put his index finger on his lips. "You are a psionicist, a rare talent. Even if you become a prisoner, you are still the most valuable one, right?"

"Don't worry, don't worry... I don't plan to do anything to you. I respect everyone's choice. You see, I'm very reasonable, right?"

"But before that, I need you to help me a little. You have always been the most cared for one in the team, and I think it's time for you to play a role."

Bonnard stretched out his hands. In his left hand he held a silver iron box with complicated inscriptions and blood stains on it. In his right hand he held a clay jar with a hexagram stopper, which had even more complicated inscriptions and even more blood stains on it.

"Tawny Owl promised me a reward that would last me the rest of my life, but now he's leaving early." The bounty hunter shrugged, "So I have to find someone else to pay, and the warlock is very generous."

"I... I'm a psionicist, not a warlock, and I don't know magic. I don't know how to use this magic communication box..."

Kenna gave the same answer as when Tawny Owl asked her for help.

The next second, the bounty hunter reached out his hand like lightning and grabbed the arrow that pierced Kenna's shoulder. He rotated it little by little and pressed it down little by little in the woman's frightened eyes.

"Listen, Psionicist, you are not the only one who can read minds, do you understand? I have seen your kind and have traded them for money."

"Ah... no, stop it... ah!"

"They screamed the same way you did, and I've always missed that." The bounty hunter threw the silver box to Kenna, "But I hope you can give me enough reward like them, okay?"

He briefly took his hand off the arrow shaft, and the psionicist placed his hand on the magic communication box as if exhausted.

After a wave of chaotic energy, a distorted, non-human voice came from the iron box.

"Tawny Owl?"

"No." Leo Bonnard licked his lips, "This is a bounty hunter."

"...Really? I understand." A thoughtful voice came from the box, "Have you seen Cirilla?"

"Of course, she was about fifty yards behind me, riding a horse and killing people... I have to say, this lion cub is really powerful! What a good horse she rides!"

"Very good." The silver box suddenly shook, and the voice from inside became urgent. "In addition to this communication device, I also gave the Tawny Owl a pottery jar. Find it and put it together with this communicator."