The Nilfgaardians were going crazy.

They had long known that Lann possessed a strange teleportation magic similar to that mastered by high-level warlocks. This highly mobile magic allowed this evil lion of Cintra to use his amazing sword skills to snipe many chief officers of the troops.

Therefore, the Nilfgaardians are now on guard against Lann, and this time the marshal even used himself as bait.

Anyone who knows a little about war can see that if the North wants to win with fewer troops, it must assassinate the highest commander of Nilfgaard. Now that the army is approaching, Marshal Menno is sure that Lannister cannot resist this kind of force.

They even made a complete plan, taking into account the two giant dragons and other possible spellcasters that Lannister might bring.

The only loophole in this plan is that if Lannister is too afraid to fight, all preparations will be in vain.

But that's not a big deal. Once Nilfgaard has completely taken control of Lyria and then conquered Aedirn, Nilfgaard will have plenty of time to deal with Cintra after the war is over.

It was either fortunate or unfortunate that the Lannisters did not exploit the only "loophole" in this plan.

The good news: Lannister did not cause any trouble for the Marshal's future, and he showed up just as planned.

The bad news: the help the Lannisters bring is not the same.

…

Lan cast a sigil to summon cold wind to clear the area around him.

Nilfgaard attacked him with magic, magic-blocking golden arrows, and even siege crossbows.

But then, a huge, dazzling spot of light enveloped him. It was as if someone had built a glowing wall around Lann, blocking all attacks without question.

It felt like throwing a few stones into a mountain, and there was hardly any echo.

Then, the huge figure with the shining spot of light slowly stood up, and the Nilfgaardians realized that the spot of light was actually the shape of a giant.

Some experienced warlocks began to tremble, and the chaotic energy in their hands began to become disordered. Considering the close relationship between Lann and the Skelligers, they had a vague guess.

Ice giant?

No, this is no ordinary ice giant.

The dazzling emerald light gradually faded, and what appeared before everyone was a monster that was a combination of primitiveness and civilization.

His body was taller than the city wall, but he did not reveal his ice-blue muscles as the warlocks had expected. Instead, his skin was covered with steel.

The Nilfgaardians looked up from below: iron boots, greaves, knee pads, leg armor, armpit shields, arm armor, gauntlets, breastplate, neck guard, and even a helmet and mask. This giant was armed to the teeth.

Perhaps due to the rush to complete the work, or perhaps because it was simply too huge, this huge set of armor looked roughly made, with no patterns or carvings. It felt as if they had simply found a way to wrap iron around this horrifying body.

But the materials used for this armor are solid, and each forged arc fits the body of the ice giant, which can provide faithful defense while ensuring his mobility to the greatest extent.

Combined with this body that can inspire fear at first sight, the armor produced by simple forging technology gives the giant a wild and ferocious beauty.

As for flexibility? Not at all.

Dragons cannot wear armor because of their flexibility problems, after all, they have to fly in the sky.

But the giant is different, he just rushes forward. The heavy steel will actually increase the attack power.

In the entire continent, and even in all the intelligent civilizations, there is only one place that has the capital and technology to create such a weird thing.

The dwarves of Mahakam.

Suddenly, several thoughts began to intertwine and collide in Menno's mind, and an idea emerged. He suddenly felt that the soldiers rushing to the front line of Leiria might encounter obstacles, but soon he felt that his concerns were a little ridiculous.

What else in the world can stop Nilfgaard's heavy cavalry?

The marshal's thoughts did not last long, and soon a roar that was enough to knock a person's consciousness out of the brain was poured into his ears.

"I! God!!"

The ice giant let out an earth-shaking roar, and a cold wind began to soar across the battlefield.

"Bang" a giant crossbow hit the ice giant's chest hard, causing the huge body to tremble slightly.

The soldier who was able to recover from the shock in time at this critical juncture deserves praise, but there was no joy on the face of the soldier who fired the crossbow.

He started to moan instead.

"The sun is above... it feels like hitting a city wall..."

The attack of the first crossbowman made everyone react. The teeth-grinding sound of the capstan spinning and the suppressed sound of breaking wind continuously pushed out the heavy crossbow arrows, accelerating them to a terrifying level.

This is enough to shoot down a giant dragon from the sky.

But there was nothing they could do about the giants.

Some archers tried to shoot golden arrows that blocked magic, but most of them were deflected by the cold wind and could not advance an inch. The few attacks shot from strong bows could not penetrate the thick armor.

They didn't know that even if their arrows broke through the armor, it would be difficult for them to penetrate the giant's skin.

"Don't waste the magic metal! Ignore the giants! Aim at the Lannisters!" The commander of the Archer Regiment made a prompt decision.

But how can we ignore the giants?

The warlocks only felt a panic wave coming from that huge body, and an unimaginable amount of chaotic energy was surging.

Sparks burst out from the giant's hand, and a heavy iron rod that was big enough to be used as the main beam of the castle appeared in the giant's hand. The end of the iron rod was connected to an anchor with an iron chain - the kind of anchor that is heavy enough to stabilize the ship and prevent it from being carried away by the turbulent current when the ship wants to stop sailing and lower it into the sea.

This was originally the tool used by the Frost Giants in the Skellige Mountains, but it was later possessed by a fallen druid, causing the Frost Giants to temporarily change their fighting instincts and choose to fight with oak staffs instead.

But now, it's all back!

And it becomes even stronger!

The ice giant held the iron rod in one hand and used the other hand to hold the anchor above his head, spinning it like a windmill, and then -

"boom"!

It was like a mountain collapsing before your eyes!

“Scatter! Scatter!!” The commander screamed a scream that he thought he would only scream before dying, “Everyone, scatter!!!”

"All siege engines aimed at him... poof!"

After transforming into an ice giant, Lann didn't even raise his head, and completely ignored the seven or eight meters high rocks and soil and the human bodies mixed in them that were constantly rising behind him.

[Teleport] continues to be used.

Druids, sorceresses, and demon hunters emerged from it.

Mossak led all the spellcasters and burst out with powerful energy as soon as they landed as if they had no magic power. Storms and lightning spread out in all directions with them as the center, disrupting the Nilfgaardian warlock troops.

Maybe they are not as good as the warlocks of Nilfgaard in quantity, but they are definitely far superior in quality!

The witchers began to cast the [Quen] sign on themselves and rushed in under the cover of magic from the back. If they were warlocks at the level of royal advisors, they might have made a detour, but these warlock soldiers with only one specialty could only wait to be killed when faced with the close-range witchers.

With a "crack", a blazing lightning struck. Geralt quickly dodged the magic by rolling over and took out a delicate crossbow from his back.

With a "puff", the unlucky guy who attacked the White Wolf fell to the ground without even releasing the protective shield.

Lambert pulled Geralt up from the ground, and accelerated like a running wolf along the track cleared by the Frost Giant, then rushed into the pile of warlock soldiers and threw out a few [Magic Resistant Gold Bombs] with his backhand.

Some people dodged, but more warlock soldiers suddenly began to breathe painfully as if their throats were strangled.

Immediately, the bear-headed and wolf-headed steel swords worked in perfect harmony to slash across their throats one by one.

"Ha!" Lambert shouted excitedly, "We should ask old man Vesemir to come along!"

"Without magic, these guys are no better than drunkards on the street!"

A lone witcher fears being trapped in an enemy camp alone, but this time the collective battle made Lambert feel an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

This is how a demon hunter should fight!

Fringilla Vige looked at these arrogant demon hunters with a gloomy face, and raised her hand to release a lightning far beyond the ordinary.

With a "buzz" sound, the protective shield as thick as the earth blocked Lambert's sneak attack.

The wolf-faction witcher looked at Geron standing in front of him with fear and almost capsized in the ditch.

Geron looked at Fringilla and Ashley thoughtfully: "These two sorceresses...seem to be captured?"

At the same time, Ashlei va Anaxin had quietly opened the portal behind Fringilla, ready to retreat at any time.

They have no intention of fighting to the death for Nilfgaard.

…

"Alba!" Major Nilfgaard heard his soldiers roaring before their death. "Forward! Alba Division! For His Majesty the Emperor!"

He did not hear what was said afterwards. A standard lion-headed steel sword pierced his chest in a clean and sharp motion. The soldier who drew the sword then continued to run forward without looking back, ignoring this officer who might have accumulated a lot of military merit.

The people of Cintra never killed the Nilfgaardians for military merit, they just wanted to do it and had to do it.

Not far away, in addition to the three-lion flag, there was also a silver lily flag fluttering in the wind, and there was also a legion with chaotic equipment but members who were all very brave.

They had just been through a fierce battle and were now cleaning up the battlefield.

Marshal Visegid rode forward, but several men in blue-striped armor blocked his way.

"Let him in." The voice of the King of Temeria came from behind the Blue Guards.

"Thank you for your help." Marshal Vissekid approached, dismounted, and saluted the King of Temeria. "Temeria's help is a pleasant surprise that we never expected."

King Foltest turned his coin-worthy profile and looked at Marshal Vissegerd.

Before he could answer, the moment his eyes fell on him, he was irritated by the lion emblem on Vissekid's armor and turned his head away quickly as if he had seen something dirty.

He can't bear to see this now.

So King Foltest just nodded slightly and reservedly to show that he received the thanks.

Marshal Vissekid frowned slightly, but for the sake of the overall situation he could still endure this level of contempt. When he was young, he had seen all kinds of incomprehensible nobles and kings of all sizes.

"Marshal——" A horse was coming towards this side not far away, and on it was a heroic female officer.

It is the commander of the Free Corps, Colonel Julia, nicknamed "Little Beautiful Cat".

"And Your Majesty - greetings." Before being stopped by the blue guards, Julia took the initiative to dismount and saluted.

"Tell me about your findings, Colonel." Without waiting for Marshal Vissekid to speak, King Foltestai raised his chin slightly.

The king did not address her as "Madam" or something like that, but addressed her by her title, out of respect, and perhaps also because of her clean clothes - at least there was no lion.

Julia glanced at Marshal Visekid, and when he frowned but nodded, she reported her findings while cleaning up the battlefield.

"This is a great victory, but it's because there aren't many enemies." Julia said firmly, "There are only infantry here, and the flag is the only 'white background with black eagle' flag. There is no doubt that they are from the [Alba Division], and they are infantry members of the Alba Division."

"If that's the case, the situation is very bad. Our interrogators have been through some very efficient torture..." Julia glanced at the trembling psionicist Kenna beside her.

"We learned that the Vinenda Division, the Magne Division, the Frundsberg Division, the 2nd Vicovaro Brigade, and the Vrihede Brigade have all headed north. Together with the 7th Dellani Brigade and the Nausicaa Division, this is the entire 4th Cavalry Corps."

"The Third Legion only has these few thousand infantrymen left, and all the cavalry are heading north." Julia saw Marshal Visegid's expression become serious, "The situation of Duke Lannister and the coalition forces over there is not optimistic."

Foltestai snorted coldly, and the Temerian soldiers behind him gathered one after another: "So, with so many of us coming here, we ended up with nothing and only managed to take out such a small number of infantry?"

He shook his head and suddenly asked Julia in a reserved manner, "You seem to be familiar with the composition of Nilfgaard's army?"

"I graduated from a military academy." Julia didn't care, as if it was not worth mentioning at all. "I am a professional soldier. These are the basic knowledge that Kovir's soldiers need to master."

Foltestai frowned and said, "Kevir... never mind, that's a matter for the future."

"Since the enemy's main force has already headed north, we should not delay any longer and try to arrive before Mi Wei and Demawi are defeated so that we can form a pincer attack."

"People of Cintria, people of Kovir, we will set out immediately to let the Nilfgaardians know who is the true ruler of the North..."

"Your Majesty." The marshal did not let King Temeria take over the command naturally, "We need to leave a hundred soldiers behind to take care of the wounded."

"What?"

"Take care of the wounded. We have a medical team. The people of Cintra will not abandon any of their citizens." Marshal Vissegid insisted, "I know the Temerians don't have medical soldiers, but if you have any wounded, we can treat them together."

"Then we'll head north."

Foltestai and the white-haired old marshal looked at each other for a moment and snorted coldly: "This will take a lot of time. Your Duke is still at the front line."

"I hope the Nilfgaardians don't beat him too badly!"

Marshal Visegid gave a smile that Foltestai hated: "You don't understand the people of Cintra, just as you don't understand the lion."