Chapter 202 First Contact with the Scoia’tael Party

Author: Panda’s Big Wooden House

Chapter 202 First Contact with the Scoia’tael Party

The fall of the ancient deer-headed essence means that the precious [ancient deer-headed essence decoction] has been pocketed by Lan En.

Then Lann raised his head and looked at several griffins and dragons flying in the sky. After the initial chaos, the armies of various countries organized effective attacks under the command of their respective officers, and the monsters were restored to consciousness at this moment.

The incoming army shot them down with arrows.

Careless soldiers stepped forward to kill the monsters and gain glory. However, even if the flying monsters landed on the ground, they still had combat power that cannot be underestimated. Low-level armors could not stop the minions of these monsters. Soldiers who attacked rashly were torn apart one after another.

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Sintra's side was happy to come to their rescue.

The human army lacks experience in dealing with monsters, and lacks experience in using monster body tissues. They don't know the value of monster corpses, and they may not even know what mutation-inducing substances are.

If the kings had brought warlocks or alchemists with them, the situation might have been very different. But they didn't. So Lann and his party are the biggest beneficiaries after the death of these monsters.

At most, the proud kings would chop off the monster's heads and keep them as collections, or divide them into some scales, leather or the like, which is harmless.

After instructing several Cintra cavalry and demon hunter Seret to stay and wait for the flames to burn out, Lann quickly disposed of the body of the ancient deer-headed spirit. Lann jumped up and climbed onto Black Wind's back deftly, shouting at his troops.

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"Go on and help, my allies need us now! For the North! For Cintra!"

The cavalry responded with great enthusiasm: "Yes! Lord Earl! For Cintra! For Lannister! For the Lion!"

The fighting lasted until dawn.

As the first ray of sunlight shone down from the horizon, the last monster finally squeezed out the last scream from its throat and fell to the ground.

Lann rarely used his seal in the second half of the battle.

On the one hand, these monsters are not as good as the ancient deer-headed spirits and do not need to be so heavily guarded; on the other hand, Lann wants to be like the previous team that rescued Miwei, deliberately showing "heroism" on the human level that ordinary people can understand.

For these knights and soldiers, cutting off the monster's head with a sword is far more worthy of respect and worship than blasting the monster to pieces with a hand cannon.

This is a witcher's hunt, and it's also a personal show of Lion Rann.

During the battle, he changed back to the posture of holding a sword with both hands. The golden rune sword and the red magic scimitar were more dazzling than the torch in the dark night.

The sword dance and New Year's greeting sword skills blessed by the system, as well as the physical fitness that has already exceeded the limits of the human body after multiple upgrades and mutations, made him fight non-stop until dawn, leaving his footsteps in every corner of the battlefield.

The last monster was also a fork-tailed dragon. Its neck was pierced by Lann's Lake Lady Sword at this moment, and it was nailed to the ground by Lann as if it was executed.

Lann stood on the shoulder and back of the fork-tailed dragon, watching the experience on the system panel jump slightly upward by a value to confirm that the monster under his feet was dead.

The system prompt sound like a holy sigh also sounded at this moment:

[Character level improvement +1]

The monsters slaughtered tonight once again pushed Lan up one level through killing.

It's a pity that I didn't receive the demon hunting mission, otherwise the harvest tonight would definitely be more than this.

He shook his head and put aside the idea that he was greedy and swallowed the elephant. Lann stepped hard on the body of the fork-tailed dragon and pulled out his sword.

A hand wearing a steel gauntlet handed over a cloak. Lann took it very naturally and wiped the blood on the sword, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

Lan turned around and saw that the man who handed him the cloak was actually not a warrior from Cintra, but a Redanian knight wearing the eagle emblem.

Seeing Lan's surprised look, the knight took a step back and praised: "Lord Lannister, your bravery amazes me. I have witnessed your battle of one against ten, and I have also seen you fight from night to dawn.

The figure that never stops. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much we would have lost tonight."

There won't be much loss, at most it will be a little chaotic, and a weird king will die. Less than 10% of the soldiers will be killed or injured.

Lan En thought so in his heart, but a polite smile appeared on his face:

"My strength is not worth mentioning. It is the momentum of all the warriors in the north who unite, so they can resist the terrifying monsters. Gathering strength to resist powerful enemies is the purpose of us gathering here, isn't it?"

"Your modesty is also humbling."

The knight bowed his head and returned to his team. The comrades around him all looked at Lan with the same eyes as him.

After such a night and witnessing such a battle, it was difficult for them not to show such expressions.

They sighed in a low voice: "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, the Lion of Sintra."

Lan wrapped the rune sword in the cloak handed over by the knight, wiped away the blood, and revealed the dazzling golden light underneath.

"The Sword of the Lake Lady"

The knight heard envious compliments from someone around him, but he couldn't detect any hint of greed.

"Only a true knight will receive a sword given by the Fairy of the Lake."

After wiping the spine of the sword, Lan used the first ray of sunlight in the morning to look at the runes on the sword to confirm that there was no dirt left on it.

The sunlight and the rune sword almost merged into one, and the soldiers narrowed their eyes slightly. I don't know if it was because of the sunlight, the Lake Lady's Sword, or the blond knight.

"No, it's not the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, not in the hands of Lord Lannister." A knight who was saved by Lann from the monster's mouth muttered to himself, "That's the Sword of the Dawn."

"His sword is like the light of dawn, and it is because of his sword that I can see the rising sun today."

Lann didn't hear the muttering of these soldiers, and even if he heard it, he wouldn't think it was a bad thing. He looked into the distance, looking for his troops, and soon saw his Cintra cavalry wandering around the corpses of various monsters.

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Kolgrim made a reassuring gesture towards Lann, indicating that everything that needed to be dealt with had been dealt with.

Lan nodded.

Senior military officers from various countries shuttled between the troops to reorganize their formations and take stock of the losses caused by last night's chaos. After confirming safety, the kings in military uniforms also came out to boost morale under the protection of their guards.

Except Henselt.

Demavi looked at Leisuo beside Lann. This demon hunter's arms were thicker than his waist. This kind of warrior who could be seen with the naked eye was the favorite warrior of these kings who liked to drive and conquer in person.

"Demon hunters?" Demavi thought thoughtfully, "It seems that I also need to hire some demon hunters in my own kingdom. They really have their own way of dealing with monsters."

"Let's take a rest as soon as possible and then return to our respective territories, your majesties." Lann suggested, "It's too dangerous outside. And the slightest disturbance in the current situation will cause complete chaos in the north, and we will be thrown into chaos.

All the hard work God put in was in vain.”

Lann was referring to what happened last night when Kaedwin almost called the soldiers stationed at the border. When the troops of the four countries are all ready, if one party irrationally breaks the balance and causes misunderstanding, it may trigger a super melee.

Then in the next ten years or even decades, there will no longer be the possibility of peace and cooperation in the northern border.

"The Scoia'tael are indeed a disaster." Demavi frowned, "Aedirn is too close to Kaedwen, and it might be affected by that idiot Henselt in the future. Maybe I should make plans early when I go back."

"In order to fight against foreigners, we must first pacify our country. I actually agree with this point. It's just that His Majesty Henselt's murderous intent is too strong." Lann sighed, "When dealing with non-human races, we need to distinguish between friends and enemies."

Demavi did not comment on Lane's words.

Miwe glanced at Lann and shook her head at him.

There are rumors in the north: Although Demavi is quite farsighted in strategy, he actually has a reputation for cruelty and jealousy. It is no wonder that he has been entangled with Henselt for so many years. He may have a better understanding of the overall situation than Henselt.

Seth is good, but not much better in character.

The leaders were thinking about their arrangements after returning home, and were no longer interested in chatting. They just arranged for their men to count the casualties and regroup. At the same time, they contacted the border guards to strengthen the search of the surrounding forests and eliminate the remnants of the Scoia'tael.

After the agreement between the countries is finalized, they will get up and return to their countries.

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The Northern Kingdom is regrouping here.

And deep in the forest, the Scoia'tael are also licking their wounds.

The dwarfs who remained in the camp without much fighting power looked anxiously in the direction of the forest. After a long time, they heard a rhythmic bird-like whistle, with expressions of joy on their faces.

But when they saw Iorveth and others coming out of the forest, the joy on their faces gradually solidified.

Not only did the Scoia'tael come back with injuries, but their number was less than one-third of what they were when they left. They could only count thirty or forty people at a glance.

"Iorveth!" a dwarf screamed and rushed forward to help the leader, "What happened?"

The Scoia'tael captain, who was originally a tough-tempered man, had eyes filled with despair at this moment: "We failed. We failed. We failed to cause a melee in the north. We failed to kill Henselt or any other king. Our partners all sacrificed their lives for nothing."

significance."

"How?" the dwarf continued to scream, asking the same question, "What happened?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a figure flashed in the mind of the returning Scoia'tael.

"We met a person." Iorveth closed his eyes in pain, "A person without plans... A person who may not be able to deal with even if he makes a plan. I have never seen such a person.

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"Who is he?" the dwarf screamed as he bandaged Iorveth's wounds. "What has he done?"

Before Iorveth could answer, a dazzling emerald light suddenly lit up from beside him. It happened so suddenly, and this kind of phenomenon was something they had never heard of before. For a moment, they actually forgot to react.

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In the Scoia'tael's surprised eyes, the light gradually turned into the shape of a person, and a magnetic low voice came from inside.

"That man is me, Lann Lannister Wrenland," the shining figure said, "and I saved you."

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Not long ago.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Lan returned to his room.

After simply instructing his soldiers and the Snake Faction to deal with the confiscated mutation-inducing substances, Lan himself closed his eyes and began to sense his own chaotic energy mark.

When he rescued Henselt at the top of the fortress, he deliberately marked Iorveth and was waiting for this moment.

Soon, several groups of familiar energy appeared in his consciousness.

This is the energy perception attached to the [Teleport] skill, allowing him to control which mark he is teleported to. Through these marks, he can also vaguely perceive the situation of the marked person or marked object.

Among them, the nearest groups of marks are right next to him, which are several of his attendants and snake sect demon hunters.
To be continued...