Menno cannot be killed. In order to prevent the scattered Nilfgaardian cavalry from plunging the North into turmoil, Lann has to keep this guy to gather the remaining troops leaving the North so that he can capture them all in one fell swoop - this is the core strategy of the current battle.

Without sniping the enemy's supreme commander, Lann still launched this raid. His purpose was actually to destroy those siege weapons with great killing power, and most importantly - to wipe out the Southern Warlock troops representing advanced combat units.

Unlike other kings in the North who pathologically excluded those who were different from them, Lann knew the potential of demon hunters, warlocks, and even other non-human races.

Lan himself is one of these advanced combat units, and a leader among them. He knows how much power can be unleashed by gathering these units together, which is also the reason why he has been, is, and will be able to show his prowess in the North.

This is the insight that transcends his time brought by this time traveler who transcends his time - not to suppress these "outliers" desperately, but to gather them together.

The adverse public opinion environment created by other countries in the North could even help Lann.

But in addition to Lane, there is another country on the continent that has a vision that is ahead of its time based on its local population.

That is Nilfgaard.

The empire had long ago unified its internal views. As for those special people with extraordinary abilities, they did not suppress or persecute them, but absorbed them into their own combat system.

Among them are not only warlocks, but also other non-human races including southern elves.

The previous Nilfgaardian emperor even attempted to recruit snake-faction witchers.

In the original history, Nilfgaard defeated the Rivian army led by Queen Mivi with the help of a high-level warlock who summoned a group of golems.

Of course, the Empire's attitude towards those strange people and things that were unwilling to submit to the Empire was also consistently harsh - the destroyed Serpent Faction's headquarters, the Gusswed Fortress, witnessed all of this.

Nowadays, not to mention other combat units, Nilfgaard already has a more mature system for training warlocks than the north: while the apprentices of Aretuza and Ben Ader are still studying, the warlocks in the south can already go to the battlefield.

Even if the Central Army Group did not send out heavy cavalry, Lann felt that he could capture Rivia with just these three warlock units and golems.

In other words, Nilfgaard is the only country on the continent that can threaten Cintra in terms of high-end combat power.

This situation is not allowed by Lan.

He wanted to keep all three groups of sorcerers from the south here and deal a heavy blow to Nilfgaard's magic.

Kill those who can be killed. And if possible, capture the sorcerers who can be recruited. After all, with such a high-pressure policy in the empire, there is always no shortage of traitors.

…

Jeron looked at the two sorceresses in front of him and muttered to himself, "Fringilla Vigo and Ashley wa Anaxin, that's right, they are the sorcerers that Lann asked me to capture."

In the future, these two sorceresses will betray the Southern Empire and join the Sorceresses Guild founded by the Northern Sorcerer Philippa, becoming colleagues with Yennefer and Triss. They will also become spies in the North, providing the Sorceresses Guild with a large amount of intelligence from the South, making a significant contribution.

Even in Geralt's later search for his daughter, they provided considerable help.

Although Lann already had plans to collect northern warlocks in the future, the more high-level warlocks he could recruit, the better.

You can catch them. As for how to make them loyal to you, we can do it slowly.

While Geron was muttering to himself, Fringilla was angered by his nonchalant attitude, and ignored Ashile's signal to pull her away even though she had already opened the portal.

Although the guy in front of me didn't carry two swords or even wear armor, there was no doubt that he was a demon hunter.

"Demon Hunter! Take away your gaze, do you think you are a Lannister?!"

Chaos energy gathered, and thick elemental energy poured towards Jeroen.

Although he was scolded, Jielong showed a relieved smile, even with a little pride: "Ah... Are you all afraid of Lan En? Very good..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not Lan." Facing the oncoming magic attack, Geron opened his arms.

His left hand seemed to be grasping lava, and his right hand was holding the harsh winter.

"I am his teacher."

Fringilla was suddenly dazed, and Ashleigh behind her pulled her even harder.

She realized something was wrong and tried to get into the portal behind her, but a [Magic Resistant Gold Bomb] that flew in from nowhere suddenly exploded.

Lambert forced himself into a wicked smile, turned around and ran - to avoid being affected by Geron's spell.

While running, he took out two pairs of gold magic-blocking handcuffs from his waist, intending to turn back and collect two heads.

…

On the other side, Lan En made a seal with his palm.

Although the absolute power of the seal is not as great as that of Jerron, the damage it causes to ordinary armies is even greater due to multiple factors.

[Igni Sign·Pyromania·Magic Explosion]!

Fan-shaped flames spread out to cover everything in sight, engulfing several giant catapults and more than a hundred troops in the surrounding area, releasing astonishing heat and screams.

He took a deep breath, and the magic power in his body quickly recovered under the effect of the potion. Lann appeared in the densest part of the crowd with a flash of golden light, and then cast another magic seal to cause area damage.

Unlike the extraordinary troops he brought with him, Lann instead charged headfirst into the ranks of ordinary soldiers, and together with his ice giants destroyed siege equipment, killing engineers and other guard troops.

They have a clear division of labor.

Whether it was demon hunters, warlocks, or even dragons, they could clearly suppress ordinary humans, but they could not completely crush them regardless of numbers or fighting methods. If they got carried away with their pride, they would easily be targeted and end up in vain.

For example, a siege crossbow is to a dragon, and a magic-blocking metal is to a warlock.

This is also the reason why Chaofan still has to be cautious and even retreat away from the army.

However, Lann is different from them. The energy he controls is more diverse. His current power system can cause a greater degree of crushing to ordinary people. In a sense, he has the ability to turn the tide of the battle by himself, or even form an army by himself.

Lann brought his extraordinary troops to fight against the enemy's elites, while he himself eliminated those factors that could threaten spellcasters, demon hunters, and his own monsters, creating an environment for them to run wild without restraint.

“Oh my god!!”

The Nilfgaardians were almost deafened by the roar of the Frost Giants, and before their chaotic brains could recover, they saw flashes of golden light before their eyes.

Fire and ice soon enveloped them.

"Lannister!"

A roar attracted Lann's attention. In such a chaotic battlefield, is there anyone who has the energy to stare at him?

Lann looked back and saw Marshal Menno surrounded by his most core guards. A male warlock who looked like a high-level warlock and several warlock soldiers surrounded the marshal and resisted the attacks that flew in from all directions from time to time.

Because of the original plan, everyone in Lann's team avoided Marshal Menno intentionally or unintentionally. At this moment, the guards around him were unexpectedly complete.

The provocation was issued by Marshal Menno.

His idea was simple: his high-end forces were obviously suppressed by Cintra, but the "good news" was that Lannister had also arrived. So now as long as he could defeat Lannister in a "general-to-general" battle, these messy spellcasters and demon hunters would immediately be slaughtered.

There is still a chance for the battle to turn around! And the only chance is the lonely Lannister in front of you!

Senior Warlock Van Hema strongly agrees with the Marshal's point of view.

As one of the three leaders of the warlock army, he noticed that Lannister had not faced any warlock or golem since he appeared, but just kept his head down and dived into the crowd of ordinary soldiers.

The Lannisters must have been scared by the warlocks of Nilfgaard before, so now they can only bully ordinary people!

Attract the attention of the last lion of Cintra, defeat him, and capture him, then you can become the biggest contributor to turning the tide of the war in the North!

"Lannister!"

Fan Hema also roared like Marshal Menno.

The fire magic that was forbidden in the North was cast as he chanted, and a torrent of white-hot flames rushed towards Lann.

Just by passing low over the sky, this torrent of scorching flames burned a charred flame channel on the grass!

Van Hema saw that Lann had just performed the seals of fire and ice, and he was very confident that the opponent's seals would not be able to withstand his own unique skills.

However, Lan had no intention of cooperating with him. He just looked at Van Hema with a rather strange look, and then disappeared from the spot with a flash of golden light.

With a "boom", a white-hot flame exploded where Lann had just stood, and a small black cloud actually rose up. The shock wave spread out, knocking over a dozen Nilfgaard soldiers not far away.

Judging from the power of this magic, Van Hema is still quite capable.

It's just that he was not very wise in choosing his opponents.

The next second, golden light flashed, and Fan Hema realized something was wrong and put up a protective shield in time.

But Lan appeared inside the protective shield and became the "protected object" of this defensive magic.

"bass--"

The arc of light from the cold sword flashed across, and it was easier for the unarmored warlock to chop than for an ordinary soldier.

Blood splattered, soaking Menno's cloak. The marshal was also under the protection of the protective magic, and only now realized what was happening around him.

Behind Van Hema, the warlock soldier who witnessed the entire process of losing his leader let out a sharp scream like a woman.

Menno took a deep breath. He was not panicked. He was a veteran officer with backbone. He could now see the situation clearly.

He was ready to die.

"Lannister!" Marshal Menno roared, drew his sword and rushed towards Lann.

With a "clang" sound, Lann raised the Sword of the Lady of the Lake to block the Marshal's heavy blow from above, without moving his arm at all.

He chuckled, unsheathed another black magic scimitar behind him, and then began to spin around Marshal Menno as if dancing.

The supreme commander of the Central Army Group immediately lost sight of the enemy. It was obvious that Lannister did not use any magical teleportation magic, but only used sword fighting steps. But how could it be so fast?

The sword light interwoven with gold and red was swinging continuously in front of his eyes, a sharp wind blew against his armor, blood was splashed like a fountain in the royal garden, and screams continued to ring regularly in his ears.

"Plop," "plop," and "plop" sounds were heard one after another.

Marshal Menno looked around in confusion and found that all his guards had been killed in just a few breaths. The heavy plate armor on them seemed as fragile as cardboard in front of the enemy's swords.

"ah--"

Another scream was heard a few steps away. Marshal Menno looked in the direction of the sound and saw that this time it was the warlock soldiers who had lost their leader and fled who were executed.

The poor magic-students couldn't even open a portal and could only use their feet. Naturally, they could be caught up with a thought.

The Marshal saw Lannister pull the sword out of the last man's chest. As if he felt his gaze, he turned around and sneered.

Then there was a flash of golden light and it disappeared.

"Tick-tock" the blood sprayed by the guards dripped from under Marshal Menno's armor.

【Why don't you kill me? 】

"Crack" the black sun flag behind him made a crisp sound, fell to the ground with a bang, and raised dust.

"Why don't you kill me?" Marshal Menno's expression changed from dull to shocked, and then turned red with anger.

"Lannister! Why don't you kill me!!"

…

“Oh my god!!”

The ice giant threw out a huge anchor, and even the thick city wall could be pierced by his attack.

This time, they fell into the Nilfgaardian Golden Archers, and the result is self-evident.

In addition to the attacks, the huge body of the Ice Giant also attracted the most arrows, firepower and magic attacks, creating an excellent combat environment for Lann's teammates.

He can fight, resist and taunt, he is truly a super support who serves as the main C!

With a flash of golden light, Lan appeared on the shoulder of the ice giant, and the originally violent giant suddenly calmed down.

He looked out from a high place and observed the battles happening all around.

The warlock troops had been mostly killed, and those who should be captured had been tortured. Once the extraordinary troops were done, he could open the portal and return to the rear.

The overall situation here has been determined.

Lan patted the ice giant's neck.

"Let's go, run back and attack the Nilfgaardian cavalry from behind."

"We are more needed there. That is the battlefield I really chose for you."

…

"Oh my God, this is Yarpan!" Shani exclaimed, "I know him, he was the first dwarf to follow Lan, and we once went to Niubao together!"

"Shut up, Shani!" Tiexiu scolded his student, "No matter who the patient is, don't let it interfere with your medical skills. Do you understand?"

"Answer me loudly, do you remember the trick I taught you, Shani?"

"Red ones use red thread, yellow ones use yellow thread, white ones use white thread..."

"That's all right," Rust replied firmly. "Now help me cut open this dwarf's abdomen. We may need to remove some of his colon or spleen, and maybe even sew up his liver. Dwarves have thicker muscles than humans, so you'll have to use more strength, understand!"

"……yes!"

Just before the doctors began to operate, the pain suddenly brought Yarpan back to consciousness from his coma.

"Who won?" The dwarf's eyes almost popped out. "Is the battle still going on... Who won?"

"Dude." Rusty bent over the open, bloody, pulsating abdomen, "If I were you, this would be the last thing I would care about."