Chapter 107 Everyone shouted the lion in victory (10,000 words)

Regarding what happened to Sintra in the past few days, the history books in the North have a special noun to name it:

"Sintra Massacre".

Lann sneaked in the path at the edge of the city wall, and when he met a squad of soldiers, he told them to die without making any noise.

Lane was originally worried that if he met a refugee, he would hinder his progress. He could not stand by his death but did not want to be dragged down his search. But later he found that he was worried about nothing.

Because there are no refugees in the capital of Sintra.

There are holes everywhere on the walls of the capital, and black-armored soldiers are wandering around inside.

Most of the southeast corner of the castle collapsed. Lann knew that place. Mossak and Cialis usually attended classes in that room.

Dust, gravel, and bricks spread around with the dots of this room and a point in the center of the city wall, and obviously a shocking explosion was experienced there.

He obviously came too late and had already finished all the time he should have played.

After realizing this situation, Lane found an opportunity in the alley to kill a squad led by the cloaked officer Nifgad, and simply disguised himself with the Black Sun cloak. After all, his current dress and appearance are too conspicuous, and he did not want to alarm the thousands of Nifgad soldiers who were still in the capital to clean up the battlefield.

Lane now only hopes that no accidents will occur in the process. nor will his retainers have any accidents.

On the other side, there were only a dozen soldiers left in the Nifgaard soldiers. Some of them wanted to kneel down and surrender, but the fleeing Sintra troops were not interested in accepting prisoners at all. Now they had to fight to the death.

Turning his head and looking over, the Black-winged Knight turned over and dismounted with a bow and arrow in his hand, avoiding Ace's furious arrow. Then he tapped the arrow again, raised his head and shot another arrow into the sky.

Lanen was silent for a moment, pinched the seal with his left hand, and a golden light flashed on his body, and the defensive magic seal was on his upper body.

House, who was standing behind Ens, suddenly shivered. He saw Sward's body on the black wind's back, and could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. He felt that he had something to inherit.

"Tsk." Lane twisted his neck, "I'm sorry."

Cassill could tell at a glance that the other party was dressed up, and he was from Skelig!

In less than half a day, the pursuit troops led by Cassill and others had already arrived.

He turned around, glanced at his soldiers with lion eyes and looked at him with awe, with excitement on his face, and hope appeared for the first time in his desperate eyes of the despair of the country.

Before he started, he sootheed the Black Wind and then helped Sward on its back.

Lan himself forgot how many Nilfgads he chased and killed all the way, but he actually upgraded at this moment.

To prevent injury to Xili, Flingila did not choose to use this mountain collapse to directly attack Xili's troops, but blocked the way forward of Xili and the others. If you want to move forward, you will have to take at least one more day.

In order to stop Xili and his group from the pace, the mountain next to a path that must be passed collapsed under the magic of the warlock.

Lane roared like a lion: "S! Wode!"

Kratz, who led the Skellig sailors to touch this place from the Manada Valley, shouted happily: "Lann! I heard the rumor that you died in Toustente, and when I go back I throw that messenger into the mountains, it's great hahaha!"

"Have you done something sorry for me?" Geralt glanced at Lann strangely, then his eyes stayed on Lann's lion's eyes and the griffin badge on his neck for a while, and said:

On the other hand, Ciri and Geralt officially met. But their current situation is definitely not suitable to go directly to Kelmohan, and in the end they still walked towards Brocclon according to Mossack's plan.

【Gourmet】 Activate the skill of slowly and lastingly recovering health through food.

My family knows his family affairs, and the warlocks behind him are all eliminated from the two academies. Otherwise, they would not have fallen to participating in Nifgaard's military training and losing the dignity of a mage.

A companion beside him was sprayed with blood on his face, and he was stunned for a moment and suddenly shouted shrillly: "Stop the Demon Gold!"

From a distance, thousands of troops were definitely more powerful than Nifgaard's pursuers, but they were suppressed in real combat. Only one or two hundred people could play a role in the battle.

In the end, he bumped into Flynnjira Weige and Cassill.

A protective cover was shrouded around their bodies, and waves continued to appear under the shooting of bows and arrows. The leading sorcerer did not take action, but just frowned and looked at the two sides fighting below, not knowing what they were thinking.

Cassil was happy and support was coming!

Ace and House seemed to see Lann's intentions. They rushed out of the crowd and were knocked to the side by Lann. Cassill lifted it up. Each of them folded his arm and made the other kneel towards Lann.

Lanen rolled on the ground to relieve his strength, avoided the soldiers who wanted to attack, got up and Jianwu forced the enemy away, and spit out a mouthful of bloody foam.

"Young Master?" The old butler burst into tears and asked in disbelief at the man in front of him.

"I am the Earl of Nifgaard, Casil Mova Diflyn Ep Chillak! Charge with me!"

An arrow suddenly flew over from the direction of Niphgad, and a blasted arrow hit Lane's newly opened Quinn's seal, knocking Lane out and almost letting him fall into his own sea of ​​fire.

Why are there two paths?

Black Wind was running wildly with all his might. The mutation of the witch hunter made its endurance and speed far exceed that of any war horse in the world. If an ordinary person came over, he might not be able to open his eyes on Black Wind's back.

Lann glanced at him expressionlessly, suddenly lifted his sword and stabbed him into the coma warlock's thigh, nailing him to the ground. His rough movements caused the bystanders to shake twice.

It is not accurate to say this. They are more like sailors than light cavalry. They seem to be not good at horse fighting, but with their skillful bows and arrows and the number of enemies that are several times larger than those of the enemy, they do not give the heavy cavalry a chance to exert their strength at all.

The Winged Helmet Knight, who realized that he was facing a desperate situation, shouted loudly to give him courage and took the lead in charge.

Swing the sword, the magic defense cover is broken.

In the place where the red fog gathers the most, there is a leading man dressed as a lower-level officer. He is carrying a black backpack behind him. You can vaguely see the hilt of a lion's head and a crystal-adored swallow's sword hilt inside.

"Very good, then you are the last one." Lann's low voice seemed to roar in his throat. He stood beside the other party, holding his hands high above his head.

The flames in the field gradually contracted, and only the turf was still there, and there were small bundles of flames burning. The singer Flingilla Wei once again brewed magic waves, and waited for Lann to split the protective cover and gave him a ruthless blow.

Lann lowered his head and flashed through the opponent's slash, raised his hand tore a Alderfa seal tore the armor and knocked the opponent away with blood.

If there is a way in heaven, you won’t go.

"Ciri! I'll save you... Hum? Isn't this Lann!"

"Although a lot has happened in the year you disappeared, it never includes the 'I am friends with the sorceress on the other side'."

Dozens of arrows rose from behind him, and the warlocks had to stop the spells in their mouths to hold up the protective cover to resist this wave of attacks.

"Has anyone seen someone walking into this place just now in a baron's cloak?"

He closed his eyes, and there was a smile of relief or relief on the corner of his mouth. What was he thinking at the last moment?

Lane used his hands to block the hideous wound on Sward's chest and silently said in his heart: "Submit, contract."

"Casil of Nifgaard!" Lane shouted, "You can recognize this sword!"

【Magic Explosion·Igne Francisco】!

The magic seal blessed by a huge amount of magic power completely separated from the appearance of the magic seal. The surging fire waves spread to almost every corner of the battlefield. Nifgad, who was affected, let out a heart-wrenching scream. Now they can only avoid damage by charging forward in the direction of Sintra.

Lanen spat in his heart, feeling strange - why do these warlocks feel so weak?

It was not the time to hesitate on the battlefield. Lanen looked back at the portal, hesitating whether to rely on the sword that blocked the demon gold to try to cut the portal to prevent accidents from happening again. Unexpectedly, the target turned into a pure magic wave in the next second and disappeared, leaving only a chance of the breeze blowing the flames.

The crowd was slightly turbulent, and finally someone shouted loudly: "Lion! Sintra's lion!"

A group of dusty sailors carefully avoided the horse's hooves on the road, and suddenly attracted the attention of the sound and light in the air.

Lane shook the dust and footprints on it. The witch hunter's senses were turned on.

Lane suddenly stopped and asked, "Why don't you open the portal?"

The system prompt sounds.

The whole red-brown fur is enough to wrap Lanen's entire person, and its length is about to hang to the middle of the calf, which is very suitable for Lanen's height; the griffin's head is preserved and made into a hood. The head and shoulders are specially treated with characteristic potions, and the black feathers are retained, which is like a lion's mane, which is also the origin of the name "Griffin Beast".

It was Xiri, and there was absolutely no other person who dared to deal with the big griffin fur in the entire Sintra Palace with this kind of needlework.

The disciplined Nifgaard soldiers looked at each other and barely formed the formation again, but seemed to be frightened by the momentum of Lann's killing through the entire formation, and they were temporarily unable to move forward.

Lane shook his mouth, threw the wine bag aside, and said expressionlessly: "Your magic is indeed exquisite, I can't see through your illusion."

The black wind, who was running wildly, first leaned down and accumulated a breath, then slammed the trampling stone with one kick, and his whole body soared into the air. If there was a river in front of him, it could easily cross it at this moment.

At this time, Lane suddenly saw a very familiar cloak-shaped thing on the ground. He picked it up and shook it. It turned out to be the fur of the big griffin that he had hunted for half his life.

"Lion, Sintra's lion." Someone suddenly whispered in the crowd.

Cassil responded indescribable.

Because of the big explosion in the castle, he knew that he would definitely encounter a warlock in this battle.

The Nifgaard soldier at the end of the team heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. Before he could turn around, he was stepped on by the falling horse hooves, which almost became two sections.

In Lann's witch hunter senses, the magic waves around the mage were circling the same red mist on the lion-headed silver sword, and it slowly dissipated at this moment.

And this aura is very strange.

Lane has encountered many Nifgaard soldiers along the way, and there are inevitably many fine wounds on her body. The magic and magic seal are really good to fight, but the reality is not in the game. You can meditate on the spot anytime and anywhere when doing tasks. At present, Lane's main combat method is to use a sword.

The magic waves in Flingila's hands flashed, and her voice was still coming from the phantom.

Lann did not worry about the other party's surrender. The huge flame "boomed" and covered the warlocks again, and the yellow protective cover was supported by hard support in the flames.

Geralt, the white wolf, rushed to the front line without any dispute. Surprisingly, the strong old housekeeper was wearing a lion's seal with a chain mail and a robe, riding a horse and ramming left and right in the crowd. House behind him almost couldn't keep up with him.

Lanen was puzzled, and suddenly he saw Black Wind's ears move, and the horse immediately looked up to watch. Then he also heard a slight sound of footsteps and the sound of conversation coming from the direction of the war zone.

His eyes were red and shouted, "Nifgaards! Standing before you are: the return of the dead, the lion knight in the poem, the lord of Brochron, the lion of Sintra—the Count Lann Lannister Reanlun!"

The sword blade created by the Demon Gold pierced the flesh and blood of the warlock, causing this body to lose its ability to communicate with the Chaos Energy.

The next second there was an arrow on his head, and Ace shouted excitedly below: "Very good, keep going! It's just a warlock, can Sintra's sword...well?"

The horse also knew the sword servant. Heifeng sniffed gently and took as steady as possible.
To be continued...