The half-man Milo van der Beck, nicknamed "Rust", a military doctor, was busy in the capital of Leiria. He enthusiastically directed the students he brought back from Oxburgh to set up military tents one by one.

The troll covered in rock armor rumbled over: "Little man, troll, come and help!"

But Rust had already been on high alert.

"Get out of here! You have a rock in your head! The war is about to start, and all the alcohol is a strategic material!" He jumped up and said, "If you don't leave, I'll go find Lan and deal with you!"

The rock troll soon left with a look of grievance on his face.

The halfling who drove away the troll finally calmed down after a lot of comforting from the students.

He took a deep breath, taking in the familiar smell of iodine, ammonia, alcohol, and the magical elixirs made by spellcasters, savoring the air while it was still healthy, pure, and sterile.

Because Rust knows that this environment cannot be maintained for long.

He looked at the operating table that was still as white as snow, and then at his surgical instruments - dozens of instruments, made of cold steel, spotless in appearance, and neatly yet beautifully arranged. They would later play the leading role in saving the lives of the soldiers.

His core surgical team was busy around the instruments.

"Shani!"

"Here!" The red-haired female student suddenly stopped what she was doing, "What's up, Mr. Rust?"

Rust stared at Shani for a moment.

After coming to Cintra for a long time, he had heard a lot of rumors that the Lord of Lannister preferred red hair.

However, he chose Xia Ni to join the team not because of any flattery, but because of this poor girl's rich medical knowledge and strong character, both of which were top-notch among all the students in Niubao.

Originally, such a promising young person should be introduced to medical skills step by step, rather than facing such a big scene right away - unfortunately, the world is unpredictable.

Rust secretly sighed at the thought. He originally wanted to ask Lan to transfer a red-haired sorceress to the medical team. Her superb potion-making and medical magic could greatly reduce the burden on the doctors' shoulders.

Unfortunately, warlocks are more needed on the front battlefield. After all, this is really a tough battle.

"What is this, Shani? What is it for?"

"Teacher Rust, are you testing me?"

"Answer me, child!"

"This is a bone scraper! It is used to scrape the periosteum during amputation surgery! In order to prevent the periosteum from bursting under the saw blade, it must be scraped clean beforehand!"

"Very good, kid. And keep your voice down."

Rust ran his fingers through his hair and muttered, "It looks like your mind isn't blanking out due to nervousness. That's good. After all, you are the most important assistant I have chosen."

The halfling pointed at the city gate not far away. With the joint efforts of two soldiers, the metal winch slowly opened the heavy door panel. Led by three trolls covered in rock armor, thousands of short and strong infantrymen like iron lumps came out in a square formation.

The blond knight climbed onto the body of a golden-green dragon and soared into the sky with another red dragon as big as a bunker. The druids chanted a spell to summon dark clouds from the sky to hide their whereabouts in the sky.

After that, there was a long line of demon hunters with amber pupils, warlocks dressed in distinctive clothes, and other druids, who rode out of the city gate together.

"This is not like a human fight at all. Even though I am old now, this is the first time I have witnessed such a war."

"But wars are all the same, and we all know what will happen next." Rust said with a heavy expression and tone, "There will soon be a river of blood there. Then, the first wounded will be sent to our tent. You all know what to do, where you should stand, and what your responsibilities are."

"As long as you do this, you won't go wrong. Do you understand?"

The other doctors also gathered around Tiexiu and listened to the lecture from the person in charge in silence.

"Over there," the halfling pointed in the same direction, "soon there will be tens of thousands of people trying their best to kill each other, using every possible means. We will be dispersed to three different medical centers. We have dozens of doctors who can operate and sew - but this is far from enough."

"We can't save every single one of them, maybe not even a fraction of them. But we will save them because - sorry to say this cliché - because that's why we exist. We exist because someone needs us."

"We can't go beyond the limits of our capabilities," Rust said as he looked at the tense-looking students, his tone calmer and his attitude gentler, "but we will try our best, not even a little bit less."

"Now, Shani, repeat the trick I gave you again!"

The red-haired female doctor answered reflexively: "Red ones use red thread, yellow ones use yellow thread, and white ones use white thread!"

Rust nodded with satisfaction and sighed, "That's all right."

…

The black sun flag flutters in the wind.

Under the flags were all cavalry, both heavy and light cavalry. They were all wearing thick black armor, like a black army of ants spreading across the plains.

Countless ferocious siege weapons were lined up around, but they were not moving towards the city at the moment. Instead, they were waiting for some even more terrifying monster.

This is a cavalry army that the entire North may not be able to gather in fifty years. This is a terrifying army that can sweep across any country.

At this moment, their target is the capital of the small country of Leiria.

Marshal Menno was fully armed, with bright reflections on his black armor. He looked at the city in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, we are sure that this small town in front of us can't stop us."

The officers who had not yet dispersed responded.

"But we all know that the emperor needs not only this victory, but the entire North." The marshal said solemnly, "We have wasted too much time here. We have given the Lannisters of Cintra too many opportunities to wreak havoc and even given the Aedirnians a chance to return to the battlefield."

"Now, we should fulfill our true duty and correct our past mistakes!" He looked around, "Let the lion never return to Cintra and bring the blood of the Aedirnians back to their homeland!"

"Long live the Emperor!" he roared. "May the great sun shine upon your path to glory!"

The officers accepted the order and rushed to their posts.

The ground began to rumble and shake. This was the sound of the iron hooves of war horses stepping on the ground, and the sound of even heavier monsters falling to the ground.

Menno could not sense the fluctuations of chaotic energy, but he could sense other things. He looked back and saw more than a dozen golems covered in flames falling to the ground.

This is the latest war weapon made by magic in the late empire. After the emperor learned that the Lion of Cintra was present on the battlefield, he urgently ordered its deployment.

"If these things were used on the front battlefield, they could easily destroy the enemy's defenses - even the heavy infantry." Marshal Menno felt it was a pity, "but now they are only used to deal with one person."

"That's not an ordinary person, Your Excellency Marshal." The short-haired sorceress stopped summoning the portal. She was not in a good mood, but she had to be careful when speaking to the highest-ranking officer in the empire.

"I fought Lannister once in Cintra. He possesses amazing magic. After the last battle, I believe you have a clear understanding of his strength." Fringilla Vigo emphasized, "Lannister is worthy of such a battle."

The marshal, who was already in a bad mood, frowned even more after hearing this.

The only male senior warlock, Vanhemma, snorted. He had only fought against Lan once, and that time he successfully repelled Lan and the two dragons.

"Don't worry, Marshal. If we can suppress Lannister once, we can suppress him a second time - and there won't be a third time!" Van Hema vowed.

"The last time we were attacked by surprise, we have now fully assessed and prepared for his strength. Whether it's him or those two giant dragons that came out of nowhere, if they dare to appear in front of us again, we will definitely make them regret their actions!"

As he spoke, Fan Hema bowed to the marshal and said, "I would also like to thank the marshal for sacrificing himself and using himself as bait."

In the very center of the central camp, an exceptionally tall and fluttering black sun flag fluttered loudly, failing to conceal the whereabouts of the supreme commander.

A team of archers was already on full alert, their arrows glowing green.

"With such a huge disparity in strength, whether it's an attack or a retreat, it's the best option for Lannister to use that special ability to attack the central camp and kill the supreme commander." Marshal Menno said in a deep voice, "I won't hide, because this is my responsibility."

"Greetings to you." Van Hema bowed again.

Fringilla glanced at Vanhem with disdain. There were many spineless warlocks in the south, and their fawning on the powerful was superficial.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the high-level warlocks in the North were overly pampered by the kings in the past, resulting in the warlocks in the North enjoying a status that does not match their strength.

In short, the contrast is very strong.

Ashlei va Anahin, the last of the three high-ranking warlocks leading the team, ignored her two companions who were talking to the marshal and stood ready for battle.

She commanded dozens of members of the warlock army to close the portal, and then distributed them in a certain formation, ready to guard against the arrival of the lion at any time.

She was the most focused of all the warlocks in preparing for battle.

She looked towards the direction of the capital of Leiria with deep eyes.

"Which direction will the dragon come from?"

…

"Let's stop here."

Above the clouds, Lan estimated the distance from himself to the Nilfgaard formation and patted Saskia on the shoulder.

The dragon girl twisted her body carefully, and her graceful figure pulled out wisps of clouds that were covered with water droplets.

"Are you sure you can?"

Lan nodded: "You have been exposed in front of the Nilfgaardians before. It is still a bit dangerous for a dragon to face large war weapons... But fortunately, they will definitely deploy those equipment to the rear now. It would be better for you and Kerturis to go to the front battlefield."

"I'm going to do something new with them this time."

Saskia nodded, flapped her wings, and changed direction.

Since there were also warlocks on the enemy side, it was unrealistic to use magic to detect the enemy's deployment. Fortunately, the southerners were not familiar with the druid group, which gave Lann the possibility to sneak up on the enemy above the clouds and launch a surprise attack.

Finding a sheltered spot on Saskia's body, Lann flipped his hand and took out the potion from the [Inventory].

[Advanced Thunder] to strengthen the body, [Advanced Mapori Forest] to speed up adrenaline regeneration, [Advanced Swallow Potion] to heal injuries, [Advanced Petri Potion] to strengthen the magic sign, restore magic speed, or have special effects with the magic sign, [Advanced Tawny Owl], [Hekna Decoction], [Ancient Deer Head Spirit Decoction]...

The poisonous potion was drunk like water. These were alchemical potions made with dwarven liquor as the base, and Lann even felt that he would be drunk before being poisoned.

[Gourmet]'s special effect of slowly recovering life was also triggered.

Lann suddenly felt his heart beating like a drum, his handsome face turned pale like a corpse, veins on his neck and face bulged like tree roots, his eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were black and veins bulged, like a vicious beast taking its life.

Sakia turned around and headed back, while Ran jumped down.

The whistling wind blew past him, and his body sank into the sea of ​​clouds. After a dozen breaths, he was freed from the entanglement of water vapor, and the scene on the ground appeared in front of him.

It would probably be some time before everything became clear, so Lann tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the enemy's layout clearly.

Well, Menno has no intention of hiding his whereabouts, and the flag is very upright and conspicuous.

It’s just a little bit away from where I jumped down.

But it doesn't matter.

The bright emerald light enveloped Lan's body—

【flash】!

On the ground, Ashley noticed something was wrong. She had been looking for the dragon to appear, but unexpectedly saw golden light flashing continuously under the thick clouds, and it seemed...

Getting closer and closer to me and others?

Alertness exploded in Ashley's mind, and she screamed: "Be careful! Lannister..."

With a "swish" sound, the golden light in the air disappeared for the last time, and when it reappeared it was in the center of the warlock troops.

"The Lannisters are here." Lann chuckled.

He made a seal with his left hand, and the potion squeezed out the chaotic energy in his body, pouring out continuously.

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

This is a battlefield without the shining sun, and the severe winter in the north is raging again.

All the warlocks opened their protective shields at the first moment. They had been prepared for Lann's moves, but this unprecedented intensity still made their defenses shaky.

Many warlocks' faces turned pale from casting spells, but they - blocked it!

"Capture Lannister!" Marshal Menno roared, waving his sword.

In an instant, magic, magic-blocking golden arrows, and even giant siege crossbows all attacked the center of the cold wind.