The magic fluctuations on the singer Flinjila Wei became more and more intense, and at this moment it suddenly burst out, and an orange portal opened behind her.

"It's him!" a soldier shouted after seeing Lane.

Several swords were chopped on him as he turned over and dismounted, as if a piece of paper was slashed on a stone.

"Absolutely, that man is still holding Sintra's war horse, there will be no mistake!"

Before the man finished speaking, he was startled by the lion's eye that was exposed by Lane's sudden head-up, and took several steps back.

"Swish swish swish swish." Just as Lann and Geralt were communicating in a low voice, Cassill, behind the Nifgads, shot several more arrows.

What made Lann very uneasy was that there was also a breath on Sward's lion-headed silver sword, which was also stained with the lion-headed silver sword, the big griffin cloak, and the swift sword.

[Alder French Seal]!

The huge impact broke out through the broken flesh behind the corpse of Nifgaard soldiers, bringing up the bloody rain and minced meat of the formation, making the soldiers in front of Lann so confused that they couldn't open it.

The battlefield suddenly came into view.

After determining the aura on the "swift", combined with the big griffin cloak, you can completely confirm the direction of Xili's escape.

According to the current Nifgad march route and the form of the northern border, anyone with a strategic perspective can infer that the princess will definitely flee north, not to mention that Cassill and the others followed directly behind Ciri.

"Finished!"

Lane is on the way here on horseback.

"Geralt, can you find a way to persuade the sorcerer opposite to surrender?" Lane walked to Bailang and discussed in a low voice.

Cassill, who was protected by his own Count's guards, suddenly looked up. This familiar sentence made him suddenly recall the night when he almost died, the exquisite swordsman who almost killed him in the crowd.

Soon, a bunch of black-armored soldiers appeared in his sight. Lane had not closed the witch hunter's senses yet. What surprised him was that the officer in the leadership of the squad was actually surrounded by a rich red mist.

According to the original work, Lanen remembers that Xili would be intercepted and killed while escorting the Wang family's guards and kidnapped by a black-winged knight named Ka. Fortunately, Xili would suddenly awaken the ancient blood during this process and get out, and then dressed up as a wanderer and was adopted by a merchant in the suburbs.

Lane walked towards the direction of the army war without looking back: "He dies, you die too."

After Lan En finished giving the explanation, he rushed over with a fierce warlock formation.

Warlocks rarely go to the battlefield in person, and even if they go to the battlefield, they often play auxiliary roles. What's more, their group had consumed a lot of magic power when facing Mossak. No matter how much the warlock trained, they were not as physically as the knights trained since childhood. At this time, they were all trapped.

The Iron Cavalry of Niphgad appeared from the end of his sight. Before the empire could smile, he found that the Niphga soldiers were all abandoned, as if they were being chased.

The Skelliger, who had never seen Lane show great power, exclaimed repeatedly, and their eyes widened for every Lane killed.

The moment the skin on the warlock's hand touched the handcuffs directly, a clear visible blood vessel appeared from the place where it was touched, and the magic fluctuations on his body suddenly disappeared, and his temperament was even worse than that of an ordinary person.

Lane turned around and shouted, "Ace, the rain of arrows covers them, you stare at the leading sorcerer to death!"

Maybe Flingila on the other side saw that there was no warlock escape for a long time, and knew that there must be an accident, so she prevented Lan from catching up and decisively revoking the portal.

There is not even a name.

Lane shook the last man from the Nifgaard cavalry in front of him with a sword, and many corpses had fallen everywhere. The water bag he snatched wiped the blood on his face, looked up and saw the arrow.

The awake warlock nodded quickly and took out a box from the unconscious warlock's backpack, and there was a pair of dark blue handcuffs lying inside.

Casil suddenly looked up, and he asked anxiously, "I am the earl of Nifgaard, Casil Mova Diflyn Ep Chillak. Who is the one who killed me now?"

The silver sword came out of his hand like a hand axe, swirling and flying towards the place where the warlocks were, piercing through the protective cover like a bubble and chiseled a warlock's body.

"The reinforcements will arrive soon, and you must not let them go!" Casil shouted, "It's just another yellow-eyed freak, he only has one!"

The awake warlock hurriedly tore off his robe and used the first aid he learned to stop bleeding from his companion's bloody thighs.

Lane rubbed blood on the other party's cloak and retracted the lion-headed silver sword back into space.

Finally, she would meet Geralt under the guidance of fate and follow the White Wolf to the base camp of the Wolf Sect, Kylemohan, to learn the skills of the witch hunter.

Lann looked at the battlefield where the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms fought. Sintra's soldiers had already cooperated with Skellig to surround Nifgad. With Sintra's shield head in front of the encirclement, the Skellig people were covered by arrow rain in the back.

At this time, the number of Xili and his team had exceeded 100 through the city guards and local troops gathered along the way. It was a vague threat to Flinjira and the others.

The soldiers who were eager to complete the task had no time to take away the fur. The big-headed soldiers who came to loot the battlefield might not recognize the preciousness of the fur. They just thought it was worthless and threw it in place based on the rough stitches, which gave Lane the opportunity to find it.

One, two, three, and the corpses on the rifle were formed into a string, and in the blink of an eye it exceeded the limit of Lanen's one-handed load. Lanen let go. At this time, Black Fengshang had a rush to escape. Lanen avoided the horse from falling into a siege and chose to turn over and dismount to prepare for the battle.

At this time, there were only five warlock troops left by Flinjila Weige, and they all reached the front of Xili's team through the teleportation array.

The leading lower-level officer sneered: "Ha, it's true that it's not our armor, where is your cloak from..."

Lanen suddenly remembered that the old housekeeper seemed to have said that he had been on the battlefield with Old Lannister, and he was also the martial arts teacher in Lanen's childhood...

Flingila sneered, waves flashed through her hands, and the warlocks behind her also began to mutter, and the magic attack was about to come.

Facing the remaining soldiers rushing forward, he slipped in, Igni, Alder, and Jianwu swung together, and in a few breaths, they all turned into dead souls under the sword.

Fortunately, the griffin school armor on her body is the main silver-black tune. Although there is a clear difference between the black armor of the Nifgads, she can still be a little confused when the cloak is resurfaced.

Lan's lion's eyes flashed and found it!

"Boom" and "Boom", the soldiers of Nifgaard who were burned to death by Ignifaz exploded under the action of [Sense of Magic], and the protective cover of the adjacent warlock was blown to the point of shaking and rippling.

【Rotation Sword Dance】!

The steel sword harvested the lives of soldiers around it like mowing grass, and denser red raindrops sprinkled among the crowd.

Some of them were even city guard soldiers who had just been trained for a few months, as well as temporary local recruits, with their morale and combat power extremely low.

"Oh." Lanen nodded, suddenly stepped forward, and slashed the head of a warlock with a sword. The head was still open, as if she wanted to think about Lanen begging for mercy.

Lann stretched forward with his left hand, his magic value suddenly dived by half, and the surging flames brewed in his palm.

"Go ahead and walk more slowly." He whispered.

The warlocks of the warlock unit struggled to support the protective cover, and outside of them, a new protective cover appeared on the original open space.

"Now I won't ask you what happened, but - why don't you use [Qunen] to fight when you rush into the crowd?"

Lanen quickly walked forward. He saw that his former sword servant was now wearing the armor of a royal guard. Obviously, a lot of things happened during this period. His body was injured by swords of all sizes, with more than a dozen injuries. The fatal injury was a penetrating injury on his chest, and the blood had dried up now.

The only drawback is that the stitches on the cloak are a bit messy, and it is obvious that the person sewing the cloak is a beginner. To put it strictly, she can even criticize her for wasting this high-quality fur.

"Break through!" Cassil also shouted shrillly, all the black-armored soldiers contracted together and attacked a corner. Ace also led the city guards forward to form an siege offensive with the Skelligers, and they would definitely not be allowed to bring out the news of the princess.

Lann hesitated to open the inventory, which can display the name of the item he touched.

"Sintra's lion!!!"

Suddenly, the ground vibrated slightly, and the sound of horse hooves came faintly in the distance.

Lann's eyes were completely unobstructed, and he had already entered the vicinity of the warlock's army.

No wonder no one came after so many arrows just now! It turned out that they had already started fighting!

But can there be troops in the north of Sintra to deal with the established Nifgaard soldiers?

Casil looked out and saw behind the Nifgads, there were hundreds of soldiers dressed in light cavalry.

The dark golden lion eye demon hunter's face was covered with blood and walked slowly across the flames. The only three warlocks left in the protective cover were so scared that they collapsed on the ground, and kept chanting magic spells in their mouths, but their mouths were trembling in fear. The magic fluctuations on their bodies were flickering and could not condense real things.

Lan En counted silently: one, two, three...eleven, a team of people was about the same number, with dull steps in armor, but no horses, all infantry, so there was no big problem.

The black-armored soldiers rushed to the besieged corner with their weapons, and the soldiers of Sintra struggled. They could no longer see the royal guards with the strongest combat power, and all the guards were killed and injured in the battle to defend the city.

However, no drop of blood flowed out, and Lann widened her eyes, which was an illusion!

As expected, the next second, a surging force poured over Lan's side, instantly shattering his Quinn's Seal and knocking him away.

Geralt suddenly shouted not far away. After hearing the reminder, Lane subconsciously rolled, and then a lightning bolt suddenly hit the position he was standing before. He looked up and saw a short-haired sorcerer danced with lightning in his hand. The sorcerers behind her danced magic together. The unclimbable height suddenly turned and appeared a staircase, sending them behind the soldiers.

A warlock hurriedly wanted to run into the portal, but he did not foresee the white light flashed suddenly in front of him. The griffin sword directly slashed him with one or two pieces.

【Corpsy】

Lann, an Alder, scattered the flames blocking him, and Quinn's upper body increased his safety. He strode forward and slashed the warlocks with a sword.

He stared at Lane, hoping to hear Lane repay a name that suited the nobles' decent.

"But I've heard a saying------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lan's hand flashed, and the lion-headed silver sword was held in his hand. In Lan's witch hunter senses, except for Sward himself, the most intense red mist lingered on the other party's body.

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"Lion, Sintra's lion." Another voice said, trembling, but extremely firm.

He was still glad that he did not spend a skill point he had just upgraded, but the system seemed to be stingy to keep this skill point - nothing happened.

He first went to the Lannister's mansion, which had been empty. Then he went to the small road beside the castle, trying to find some clues.

There was also a hole in the width of the sword blade on the wall not far behind him. It was obvious that he had been nailed to the wall by the enemy.

Lane rushed into the infantry camp with a horse, and took out a rifle from the inventory in his hand. Without any skill, he just used the impact and power of the black wind to rush forward!

The red mist was divided into two in the air. One extended more colorfully towards Lanen, pointing to the north gate of the capital of Sintra; the other looked relatively sparse in density, pointing behind Lanen. Walking through this road, you will reach the war zone of the capital.

We cooperated very well when we first met. It seems that we don’t need to worry about it.

Lane looked up and pulled out his first smile in a year: "Long time no see, Ens. You can't say that I'm losing my ambition in the future."

He took out a wine bag that he had snatched from officer Nifgaard, and took a sip of the strong wine, and the strength suddenly surged slowly from his stomach.

Then he saw Sward's body.
To be continued...