The battle ended quickly.

Lan En shook off the blood beads on the High Bear Sect's steel sword and inserted it back into its scabbard.

He drank the Thunder and the Blizzard just now.

However, with the effect of gene seeds regulating the activity of his organs, he now drank these two medicines, but his face was pale, and the blood vessels around his eyes were black.

It's not the same as before, even the eyeballs have turned into pure black.

At his feet, the corpses of five noble knights were still slowly bleeding.

Black blood.

Three of them were hacked to death by him with a sword.

The other two were slowly poisoned by the [Hanging Ghost's Poison] sword oil on the blade.

This is a sword oil that the witchers use specifically for humans, as well as subhuman races such as dwarves and elves.

Targeted toxins are highly effective.

Basically, after the blade opens the skin gap, the enemy will show symptoms within half a minute, and die if they do not receive effective treatment within five minutes.

Combat is a very intense sport, and the surging blood flow speed also speeds up the effectiveness of toxins.

Lan En could see that this group of people was the elite of the elite, and even in times of war, they should be the arrows of the Knights' charge.

So in order to make a quick decision, he had already applied sword oil before he started.

This move was indeed as he thought, and it saved him a lot of trouble.

Lan En now has no built-in plate armor, and the defense of heavy armor is equivalent to falling directly to medium armor.

With less risk, he was willing to think of it as an application test of the witcher's skills.

Lane walked over to Stesa's side.

He looked at the trembling Earl lying on the ground, and tilted his head.

"Go on."

Lann whispered.

The noble man lying on the ground raised his head tremblingly.

All you can see are the handsome cheeks as white as a dead man, and the cat's eyes wrapped in black sockets.

"Keep running."

The voice was soft as a dream, but the Count screamed as if he had seen a swamp witch, got up and ran beyond the fading flames, towards the outside of the building.

It was as if he was being chased by death.

No. He's being chased by death!

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The movements in the Staisa manor cannot be concealed from those who have a heart.

Or rather, now the earl who can manage the affairs of the manor is running away like crazy, and the butler is blown to pieces by the fireball he has rubbed.

There is simply no prestige and enough status for people to block the news.

The trading area was filled with wealthy and high-ranking townspeople, who looked in amazement at the largest estate in the city.

Fires, screams, explosions.

Foltest is finally going to do something to Stessa?!

In everyone's heart, the first reaction is this.

Immediately, these people bowed their heads and hurried towards their homes, closing the door of their rooms.

In this chaotic world, everyone should know what to do if something happens.

Otherwise, it is better to die early.

Political conflict is like a bottomless maw that will swallow all those who rush into it.

The security forces on Vigma's night patrol were the first to notice the changes in the Staisa estate.

Their commander repeatedly confirmed with the officials of the upper peak, and the upper peak in turn asked his own upper peak for confirmation.

After a few rounds, he even asked the mayor of Vijma, Virelaard, directly to confirm that the king did not have a temporary will.

Only then did the commander of the vigilante count less than a hundred people and rush to the manor.

No one wants to be a bug crushed by the aftermath of a political conflict.

But what they don't know is that the incident in the estate of the top power holder of Virgima has nothing to do with political conflict.

It was just a lone witcher doing his job, which was-

Monster hunting!

In the night, the red-haired beauty on the palace tower looked at the "lively" Steza manor with an inexplicable expression.

Eventually, she bit her plump lip and turned away as if she had made a decision.

And in that manor, which is the most eye-catching in the city, the blood has been shed to the extreme.

It was a wall in the manor near the gate.

Beneath this wall, Lenn was pulling the blade of his sword out from under the side of a warrior.

Blood trickled down the armor, pooling with more blood on the cobblestone path.

The road was originally a combination of landscapes in the estate, and the cobblestone paving was more than ten times better than the town outside.

The stones are rounded and tightly arranged.

On this road alone, the project money can go straight to hundreds of Oren.

And it's still an expensive road, and the cobblestone pavement can't absorb water enough to cope with this level of blood flow.

The manor originally had forty plate knights and one hundred and eighty regular warriors.

And this battle in the manor, after Lan En killed all the twenty-five noble knights in the corridor, there was actually no suspense.

It's just a settlement.

The warrior who had been stabbed into the heart from under his ribs went limp as the blade of the sword in his body departed.

His eyes were blank, his hands and feet twitched on the ground as if he were asleep, his palms gripped into the dirt, then released again, and finally calmed down.

There were two crossbowmen on the wall, strung together by a long sword, nailed to the wall.

In the distance, there were two bloodhounds that had turned into dead flesh, and a halberd soldier with a large neck gap.

Lane didn't have any mental barriers when he killed the soldiers.

Because the management system of the basement in the manor is to change shifts, it also means that all the armed personnel in the manor are actually part of the slave trade chain.

"I can't let you run down, my Earl."

The sword in his hand was still dripping blood, and Len slowly approached Stesa, who was panting for breath from running wildly for half an hour.

"If you are allowed to run any further, then you will probably have to go to the maids and servants, right? Although you know that they have no resistance in the face of the blade, as long as you can delay your life for even half a second, you will think it is worth it. I know you're that kind of person. ”

"Don't snort, don't! I didn't, I didn't step out of the manor! I didn't break the rules, I just lost! You've killed all my guards! You win! You didn't say you'd kill me if you won! The rules of the game don't say it! Isn't it?! ”

The Count, who was slumped, struggled backwards with his hands on the cobblestone road.

Every movement of the arm brings a wave of blood.

Through the accumulation of blood, it was able to flood the palms of the hands.

Because in the battle against the group, the contact time between Lan and each enemy is extremely short, otherwise it will cause the scene of being attacked by the group.

The sword oil has been used up, but it has to cause enough damage in an instant, so when Lan En moves, he will mostly choose a technique with a lot of bleeding.

One can't kill in the face, and he can die in the future.

The witcher's palm inevitably grabbed the count's skull and lifted him to his feet.

Count Setisa himself seems to know that his life has become like a candle in the wind.

In the horror of life and death, he became insane.

First there was a burst of yelling, then a desperate attempt to shake Lan's palm with his pampered arm.

In the end, he gave up these senseless actions, and instead mocked as if he were broken.

"Look! Look! This is the people of the northern kingdoms! This is the national inferiority of the bad and lowly northern countries! ”

"Never keep the contract! Never respect noble bloodlines! You lowly bastards! ”

"Wait! Wait! With garbage like you, for every point of Temeria's power, the great Nilfgaard will grow by ten! You can't catch up! You only deserve to be crushed! ”

No, don't kill me! You can't kill me! I'm for Temeria! I am the future of Temeria! We must"

Before he could finish speaking, Lan En's hand changed from the man's Heavenly Spirit Gai to his face.

His hands covered Stesa's entire face, his mouth gagged, and only terrified eyes looked at Rann through his fingers.

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