Compared to Lan's swordsmanship, speed, and agility, Gregor Cregan is an out-and-out underdog in this battle, even if he wears super thick armor and is equipped with a more advantageous combination of sword and shield.

In the face of the stormy slash, he could only put his sword and shield in front of him, and he could barely resist with the super large area of weapons and equipment!

The clanging of steel was accompanied by flying sparks and sawdust from the oak shield.

The people Gregor brought with him were almost stunned.

Gregor's usual strategy of leading troops is to give full play to his talent for courage and ferocity.

His soldiers were accustomed to the fact that the enemy would panic as soon as the Lord appeared, and then when Gregor showed his strength, no one in the world could not be afraid of him.

They never expected a situation where Gregor Clegane would be crushed and beaten in a small, outnumbered skirmish!

The unexpected situation undoubtedly affected the overall combat effectiveness of this group of people.

And Lanne's suppressive power against Gregor is far more than that.

After each slash, the blade of the ornate longsword in Lan's hand lit up with a golden holy light.

At first, it made people think that this was just an afterimage of the gold ornament on the sword's body while wielding.

But as the light grew brighter and wider, and the range covering the sword body became longer and longer, no one could deceive themselves anymore.

All the warriors present, regardless of their position, were occasionally dividing their energy between the sword that Lan En wielded.

They knew that today they had seen not only the legendary magic, but also the legendary magical weapons!

Lann is almost half a meter shorter than Gregor!

But now on the battlefield, it looks like a kindergarten child is being beaten by a junior high school student!

With each slash, the Black Iron Giant would fall back uncontrollably, and then move backwards with trembling steps.

"Wait, wait!"

In the barrel helmet, Gregor's menacing face was menacing as his muscles were stretched to the limit.

Now he is constantly suppressed, but he still does not give up.

Because in his experience, such a huge and frequent force must be holding his breath and then slashing wildly.

There should be a head! It's going to be weak!

And he, as long as he lasts until that weak node, he can.

"Huh!"

Before Gregor could finish the good idea in his mind, a golden holy light filled his vision.

It was no longer the light that flashed through the gap between the sword and shield in the process of blocking before, but the golden light that was no longer blocked, approaching the door!

It was only then that Gregor felt a lightness in his hand.

"My sword and shield are all broken!?"

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the runes on the body of Arondaite's sword were all filled with golden light during the swing and slash, and the power of the slash directly doubled!

The oak shield, the steel sword, and the weapons that Gregor used to block were only half cut in one shot!

And with him the one that fell to the ground, and half of his palm in the iron glove.

Lan looked at his opponent calmly, and not only did he not want to hold his breath as Gregor expected, but he chuckled lightly.

"I'm waiting for a magic charge, what are you waiting for?"

Gregor only now realized that half of his hand had been cut off! Immediately, there was a roar that was half painful, half furious.

"Ahh Ahhh ”

Losing his mind, he lunged towards Lanen.

The tall giant leaned down and grabbed Lan En's skull with his only intact palm, and squeezed it hard as he cried, and directly pinched the little white-faced head!

Lan felt the texture of the large hands and iron gloves on his head, and he could see Gregor in the observation slit of the barrel helmet, his bloodshot eyes.

But he was calm.

[Magic Mountain] has been fighting ordinary people for too long, so long that he no longer knows how to face an opponent who is stronger than himself.

Pinch and blow someone's head with your bare hands, this idea is really deterrent. But there's only one problem.

How dare you come near me?

Gregor's hand holding Lan's head was shaking, and that was because he was pushing wildly.

But Lan En only slowly raised his hand, grabbed the palm on his head, and then broke it inch by inch.

In the process, he didn't even show any pain, let alone gasp.

Lan En once again clarified the gap between himself and ordinary people.

Gregor has the strength of natural talents, but in addition to agility, he is still far from Lann in terms of physical recovery speed and bone tenacity.

And with the further implementation of Lan's reconstructive surgery in the future, this gap will become wider and wider.

The strongest Hercules of the Seven Kingdoms, the last of his strength that erupted in a painful rage, was torn apart by Lan En.

The witcher's left hand lightly pressed the close barrel helmet.

Gregor suddenly felt something wrong, a feeling of danger that even brought him to his senses in a painful rage.

But it was too late.

Lan's thin lips twitched slightly, and he spat out a word.

"[Igni]."

Immediately, under the frightened eyes inside the helmet.

First the air was distorted by the heat, and then substantial flames poured directly into the helmet's observation hole!

"Ahh Woo-ahh “

A terrible roar resounded through the night on King's Road, and those present could not have imagined such a high-pitched scream of Gregor Clegane's size.

The black-iron-armored giant struggled frantically, trying to break free from the flames. But the hand he had sent to Rann before made him completely unable to pull away.

After more than ten seconds, the tower-like body "poofed" and knelt on the ground without strength.

Now, Lann is taller than him.

By the time Lan put away the seal, the barrel helmet made of black iron had even been heated to the point that it was a little red and shiny.

Releasing the limb in his hand, which was completely unresponsive, the huge body slammed into the ground, splashing a burst of bloody mud.

Lan En looked around, and wherever he passed, the battle would involuntarily stop.

Gregor's men relied on the ferocity of their generals to make a fortune, so they knew better than others that they were facing a man who could burn the [Magic Mountain] alive. How powerless they are.

"Run!"

Gregor brought more than twenty men to intercept him, and now only six or seven of them were scattered and fled.

Lan En did not chase, nor did he let the two cavalrymen who still had combat strength chase him.

There are also a lot of losses on their side. Five cavalrymen died, two died, and one had half of his hand cut off.

Ed had killed three men in the foot fight, but he himself had been hit in the arm and was bleeding now.

Compared to Lan En, who was only slightly reezing because of the low period of his magic power, this was the battle loss of a normal person in a large-scale sword fight.

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