The key is just two more "decorations" on the thick armor.

After getting up, the king panicked and looked for guards to protect him, but found that all the guards and knights he had brought with him were already dead.

At this time, there were only twelve members of the Scoia'tael left.

The sullen king took a deep breath and straightened his back, unable to tolerate being embarrassed in front of an inhuman race.

Knowing that he could not escape, he suddenly drew the sword from his waist:

"If you want my head, come and get it yourself, damn Scoia'tael!"

Without saying a word, Iorveth pulled out the weapon from the fallen knight, moved his feet, and rushed towards Henselt like a cheetah.

However, it is destined that no king in the north will die tonight.

Because someone doesn't allow it.

Once Henselt dies, Kaedwen, who has no heir, will be in chaos. Once Kaedwen is in chaos, the momentum of the North's unity towards the outside world will immediately be lost, and the results of this northern negotiation will be in vain.

So no matter how much Lan hated Henselt, and even made plans to deal with him in the future, he still had to take action at this moment.

Henselt cannot die, at least not now, before Cintra is recovered.

He can only die if Lann decides to let him die. And Henselt's death will surely open the curtain of a new drama.

Looking at the two Scoia'tael blocking the door in front of him, Lan sighed, raised his left hand slightly, and made a gesture——

【Alder's Seal】!

The fluctuations in mental power turned into a solid wall that kept advancing, pushing the two elves out in the air, and Gululu spun around on the ground several times.

They were suddenly attacked, but after the impact was rolled away, the experienced elves quickly stood up and drew their swords on guard.

The seal didn't seem to cause much harm to them, which was also the result of Lann not having any murderous intentions.

As for the Scoia'tael, Lan also had something he wanted to discuss with them.

Although not now.

………………

In the eyes of the two elves who had just stood up, a blond knight wearing gray and black armor rushed out of the darkness. His momentum was like a lion. They drew their swords to meet the enemy, but were struck by the knight with a sword.

flew out.

The field of vision suddenly became wider. In front of Lan, Iorveth of the Scoia'tael was raising his sword high towards Henselt, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to have turned into reality.

Lan flipped his left hand and took out the crossbow from the [Inventory].

Squeeze the trigger lightly, and with the blessing of the [Marksman] talent, the arrow bites the high-speed blade with precision like a snake, deflecting Iorveth's inevitable blow.

The steel collided, and the crossbow shaft shattered under the tremendous pressure. Sharp wood chips flew everywhere, leaving a bloody wound on Iorveth's cheek.

"Humanity!"

The angry roar of the Scoia'tael sounded.

Lann rushed forward quickly like a predatory beast, the golden light of the Lake Lady's Sword in his hand flashed, and with a light spin, he opened a medium-deep scar on Iorveth's waist.

But where no one could see it, the chaotic magic power in Lann's body jumped slightly and flowed into the body of the Scoia'tael leader along the rune sword.

This is a mark used for the [Teleport] skill. It can not only teleport the marked person to Lann's side, but also bring Lann to the marked hiding place.

After doing all this smoothly, Lan raised his foot and kicked Henselt to the side unceremoniously.

The sound of "Woo" was heard, and Lan tilted his head to avoid a frighteningly large stone. This was a halfling's sneak attack.

He raised his hand and firmly blocked the second sword slashed by Iorveth. With Lan's current physical strength, the elf's slash in front of him was not much heavier than the strength of a half-grown boy.

"Humanity!!"

Seeing that the evil king who massacred the inhuman race was about to be beheaded, Lann suddenly appeared and ruined the good deed. The remaining Scoia'tael members rushed towards Lann desperately.

Lann sighed, if he took the life of the Scoia'tael with his own hands now, it would be difficult to talk about it later.

So he deflected the tip of the sword and changed it from a slash to a slap. The spine of the sword hit Iorveth on the shoulder and knocked him back, leaving a gap for his next movements.

Holding the Sword of the Lady of the Lake in his right hand, Lann reached behind his back with his left hand again and pulled out the [Alice] scimitar that had been transformed into a lion's head hilt.

This behavior shocked the elves who came forward in front of them.

This person actually wants to dual-wield long swords?

The Scoia'tael are fierce and powerful, and Rann is also terrifying at the moment. Facing the large number of Scoia'tael, Rann is determined to use force to extinguish their anger!

…………

When facing multiple enemies, the best way is to use the terrain and positioning to form a one-on-one situation.

But Lan En did the opposite at this moment, lowering his head and running into the crowd as if seeking death.

Touch your feet, twist your hips, turn your shoulders, wave your arms——

【Swirling Sword Dance】!

The golden light of the rune sword was mixed with the red light of the black magic scimitar, which was particularly dazzling on this rare night when the moon was not visible.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang——"

Lann kept spinning, constantly drawing his sword, and moving around among the crowd.

Different from the previous sword dance where he could easily avoid the enemy's weapons and strike directly at the vital points, this time Lann's sword almost hit the enemy head-on with steel-level weapons.

With the blessing of his current huge strength, even a light slash with a long sword is like a heavy blow with a giant axe. Every Scoia'tael who comes face to face with him is like being struck by lightning, retreating repeatedly, taking several breaths to slow down before striking again.

Roar and launch an attack.

Just like that, Lann stabbed dozens or hundreds of swords in succession with dazzling light and shadow effects, and the sound of steel colliding continued to sound.

During this process, not only did no one on the scene die, Lann even had the leisure to use the force of the collision of weapons to spin faster and faster, and draw his sword faster and faster.

On the other hand, the Scoia'tael party was gradually struggling with the constant collision of weapons. Many halflings who were harassing the edges with short weapons could no longer grasp their weapons after two or three hits.

Iorveth on the side was dumbfounded. He was a commanding talent, and his strength could only be described as outstanding, far from being a superman.

Did he actually just fight a swordsman like this and survive?

Iorveth thought absurdly, but his calm mind quickly brought him back to his senses. When Lan was actively "held back" by his companions, he cast vengeful eyes on Henselt.

The sound of a long sword breaking through the wind suddenly sounded, and Iorveth raised his sword to block it as a conditioned reflex, blocking a red-lit scimitar.

Lan seemed to have discovered Iorveth's intention, and unexpectedly rushed out of the crowd at some point, especially with enough energy to attack Iorveth.

Not only that, seeing Iorveth being dragged down by him, Lann, in order to prevent him from attacking Henselt again, waved his hand and attacked repeatedly. The storm of the blade forced Iorveth to retreat continuously, until he and the Scoia'tael

The companions gathered together and united in one place.

Then – keep going!

"Dang-dang-dang-dang——"

The whirling sword dance continued to envelope the ten elves and two halflings, and the beating was so vivid that the blood of the listeners boiled.

[What is this human knight doing? What is he doing? Is he playing tricks on us!]

Iorveth roared crazily in his heart.

But the commander's sense made him calm down quickly, and he recalled that if the person opposite had killed him, he would have died more than once.

Such a calm, courageous, and powerful knight cannot be someone who likes toying with his enemies. A swordsman who likes to play with cats and mice will never have the chance to grow up and will die in a corner of a battlefield or in a dark alley.

Then there is only one answer. The opponent is holding back, and he wants to let himself and others go.

Why? On a battlefield of this level, why would a human knight risk his life to spare the Scoia'tael who assassinated the king?

Iorveth couldn't figure it out. But he didn't have much time to think. There were gradually the footsteps of the army coming behind him. It was obvious that support from the kingdom was about to arrive.

He had to make a choice: should he take the opportunity to show mercy to the swordsman in front of him and retreat, or should he continue to assassinate Henselt regardless of life and death?

"Scia'tael!"

The roar of soldiers came from the darkness, and knights wearing different heraldic armors rushed over together. First came Aedirn, then the United Kingdom of Lyria and Rivia, and finally Redania and Temeria.

.

Then they were stunned by the scene of Lann beating ten.

"retreat!"

Seeing this, Iorveth knew that the situation was lost and gave up the mission decisively.

By chance, they had arrived at the edge of the fortress platform with Lan's help. After giving the order, they retreated along the way they came. With the help of a few ups and downs on the rope, they disappeared into the darkness.

Then, a series of loud and sharp whistles, like the cries of birds, sounded in rhythm around the Haji Fortress. More slender figures rose and fell in the darkness, running away from the military camp towards the forest, leaving only those who were still fighting with the army.

monster.

"Lan!" Queen Miwe, who once again put on her gold-encrusted armor, strode forward and ordered her knights to surround Lann to prevent a sneak attack by the Scoia'tael.

"So, are you injured? Where are your witchers? Where are your squires? Where are your soldiers?"

Lan shook his head, took a few breaths to calm his breathing, and put the [Alice] scimitar back into the scabbard with his backhand, leaving only the Lake Lady's Sword that attracted everyone's attention.

"I asked them to help the soldiers below. Normal people have no experience in dealing with these monsters, which will only increase casualties. But my people are barely experienced."
Chapter completed!