He was barely considered a character who had been washed later. This kind of character is probably written by the original author when he created it toward the death tool.

"Black wind, jump up!"

He took out the wine bag at his waist and drank in the center of the battlefield as if no one was around. The soldiers who had just attempted to attack him were killed by Jian Wu, but no one around felt approaching him anymore.

He actually killed Nifgaard's infantry formation from behind to front.

The pain in the wounds on his body began to slowly weaken. Lanen didn't care much, but ahead, the sound of shouts of killing and various sounds of lightning, thunder, flames and wind were blew.

The soldiers smashed their armor with their heads, pounded the ground with their spears, and hit the shield with their daggers. They used all their methods and strength to make the loudest sound, and offered their most pious shouts in their lives to the man in front of them.

Ace roared while opening his bow: "Suppress them, the warlock will not be able to attack with magic if they open the protective cover! If they free up their hands, we will be finished soon!"

An arrow crossed the battlefield and stabbed Flingila's head.

"Ace!" Lanen shouted to the arrow attendant, and the attendant had already set off his bow and arrow, just waiting for Lanen's long magic-blocking golden sword to cut through the protective cover to kill the enemy.

"Let's go!" she shouted at the remaining people in the warlock army, turned around and took the lead in rushing into the portal.

"careful!"

Many pheromones formed by pheromones surrounded the cloak. Lane focused his attention on the richest ball on it, and then a signpost made of red mist filled the alley in the air.

The arrows that had been swaying bright red light rushed into the air, attracting the attention of nearby Nifgaard soldiers.

Lan En thought to himself, if he had already lit the [black] that could create frost, wouldn't it still turn into an ice cone to cover it?

It was a joke in my heart, but Lane was not slow in his hands. He crashed into the crowd that had been blinded for a short time. At this time, facing an enemy that was several times more than himself, there was no other better choice—

The team of Nifgaard soldiers flew in a flash without any moisture.

Lann raised his hand and pinched the magic seal at the remaining warlock.

"Is it just a warlock?"

Lane continued to check the surrounding battlefield. The alley was blocked by the corpses of soldiers and horses. It was obvious that a great battle had occurred here. The number of corpses of Nifgaard soldiers was far greater than that of Sintra, and it was obvious that each of them fought bravely.

"Lion! Lion! Lion!"

Lann signaled to the sorcerer who was still unconscious: "Take it with him too."

Geralt murmured to himself as he looked at the scene: "Even the Griffon School, this is too exaggerated..."

A soldier of Nifgaard who was about to collapse in spirit drew his sword and rushed up. With his superb reaction speed, Lane held the opponent's swordsman with his right hand and punched the opponent's inner elbow with his left hand. He easily flipped the blade and let the opponent cut open his neck.

Lane took down the baron cloak behind her, raised her hand and let the big griffin cover herself, pulled her hood down, unsheathed the steel sword, and the lion's mane fluttered.

【People level improvement +1】

"Nifgad!"

The Lion Eye Demon Hunter no longer had hope. He was unwilling to put the attendant's corpse into the inventory like an item. He put the corpse effortlessly on Black Wind's back.

Some people in the crowd were eager to try.

The warlock with his hands tied up softly explained: "There is only one pair of handcuffs..."

"We surrender!" shouted the warlock, they were frightened, and at this moment they felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world than the witch hunter.

Lann recognized the leading short-haired sorcerer, Flingila Vigo who appeared in the game, and one of the sorcerers who know the truth about the future and Geralt. She will give Geralt a necklace badge that can cast illusions after he lost the Wolf Sect badge, playing a crucial role in Geralt's final battle to kill the boss that kidnapped Ciri.

Lane nodded in agreement, agreeing with Ace's combat intuition. His hand hesitated behind his back, and finally pulled out the Griffin Silver Sword.

Cassil raised his blood-seeing eyes and saw the sword, then lowered his head and said in a daze: "That's a respectable warrior... If it weren't for the help of a warlock, I wouldn't have killed him so easily."

Some of the knights of the Black Winged Helmet said. Lann remembered that he would repeatedly tangle Xili in the later stage. After Xili learned martial arts from Kelmohan, he would almost kill the Black Winged Knight. When Geralt formed a team of women's searches, he would join in. Geralt repeatedly drove him away and let him go, and in the end he would die at the hands of a skilled swordsman.

Cassill ordered: "Send the signal!"

"Ah!" The warlocks screamed like a change of nature, and the spell that had been muttering for a long time completely dissipated. A warlock was directly defeated and fainted.

The system prompt sounded again, just like the sage chanting hymns adding a little more excitement to the shouting.

After a few breaths, Lanen suddenly felt a lighter in his hand. He stopped his movements with a slightly panting breath. He looked up and saw the old housekeeper and House in front of him.

"Retract the formation!" Ace shouted shrillly, "Sir Earl retreat!"

Lann looked at them lightly and suddenly asked, "Are there any demon-stopped handcuffs?"

At the end of the Sintra camp, Xili tried hard to shrink at the end of the team without causing trouble for everyone. Ace pulled more than a dozen soldiers in the armor of the city guards and kept covering the six warlocks standing on the high place with bows and arrows.

Lan En sneered in his heart, what's the point? There is a whole school of griffin witch hunters like me!

Lann moved his left hand, and Alder, one after another, shot out a path in the fire ahead of him as Lann ran.

The people surrounding the soldiers of Nifgaard made way for the furious lion. They looked at the resurrected Count with complicated eyes, and their minds were full of the gods of war he had slaughtered the soldiers of Nifgaard before.

Then Lan'en's steel sword was unsheathed and stabbed the heart of a person directly in front of him like lightning. Then he twisted his wrist and controlled the blade to dig a big hole in the human body. Then he reached into the hole with his left hand and pinched a strange gesture, and his magic value jumped rapidly.

Adrenaline soared in the body, the sword in his hand became lighter and lighter, the slashes heavier, and there were constant screams and muffled sounds in his ears.

The arrow servant suddenly saw the black horse falling from the air, and the blonde knight on his back, and his eyes widened.

Only the most reckless young caster will choose to face the front, and the lethality of the warlock is reflected in all aspects.

The rapid running and the final leaping brought huge initial kinetic energy to Lann. He had just gathered the griffin silver sword above his head and thought to himself: It's time to find a way to practice bows and arrows, or to make a crossbow.

The sword light drew a semicircle in the air, the heads rolled on the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

"You can't be so distracted on the battlefield, the witch hunter. Don't you try to find out where I am?"

And in the empty protective cover, the figure of Flynjila Weige slowly appeared, and she screamed: "Fire Magic? You are not a means of a witch hunter! Who are you!"

Lane ran forward wildly, and a warlock took advantage of the gap between arrow rain and walked out of the protective cover and threw a ball of lightning at Lane. Lane rolled over and avoided. This scene made the warlock's eyes widen.

【Task: City Defense Iron Guard 3-Completed】

Since Lann and the others have weapons to block the demon gold, the warlocks are not suitable for standing at a high place as targets.

A warlock was already crying: "We won't..."

"You guys took my stuff...a lot of stuff!"

Then Lane danced with a sword to split several Nifgaard soldiers blocking the way, and the black-armored soldiers did not dare to block the road anymore.

"Stop!" Lane shouted, "He is mine!"

"Who is that? Who is that?" The Nifgads hurriedly retreated and set a distance with Lane. The officer of the Black Winged Helmet, Casil, held the war horse, which was restless because of the arrival of the black wind, and roared loudly to ask the people around him.

【People level improvement +1】

Amid the crowd's shouting, a familiar figure rushed in.

The familiar steps, the familiar fragrance, the familiar force that hit the arms, familiarly let myself take two steps back, and the familiar cry:

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Chapter completed!