The search process went smoothly, and it was not early in the day, and the armed squads that came out in groups should also find a place to camp.

Moreover, their horses had to carry people, armor, and supplies, but Lan En led the Popai by the hand.

Man's endurance is far superior to that of a horse.

A rather counterintuitive fact is that in long-distance marches, it is generally infantry and other cavalry to follow.

The longest recorded time for an average human running in a row is more than twenty-five hours.

As for Lan En, he has already implanted the genetic seed and has undergone three surgeries, which cannot be measured by the standard of an 'ordinary human'.

In winter, the woods have almost lost their leaves, and they have become like branches spreading out towards the sky.

It was getting late, and the branches that seemed to pierce the sky looked grotesque and hideous in the dim light.

The cold wind blew through the cracks in the woods, and it was twisted into a strange whistle.

Popai has reached his full potential as a Ködwin thoroughbred.

Its muscles, muscles and veins are enough to be captured by painters, who then pass on to future generations with expensive paint.

In its eyes, the strangely dimly lit woods around it were skimmed by itself like silhouettes.

But in front of it, there is always a tall figure.

Heavy footsteps like a war hammer!

But on top of this heavy mass, there is a swift figure!

Astarte's body proportions are like an enlarged human body.

There are no problems such as slender hands and feet, unstable center of gravity, and so on.

If you have to describe Lanen's sense of speed at this time, it is to add the sprint speed of the Olympic sprint champion to the mass of 300 kilograms!

The sheer mass brought up a swift wind, enough to blow off the branches of the trees in its path!

Finally, after a not-so-long trail, Lane spotted a shadow of fire in the glade.

It was about fifteen people, and they were gathered around the campfire ready to rest.

They wore swarthy, shiny, full-cover armor, with a pair of black wings on either side of the helmet that looked like they were about to reach into the sky.

With sharp swords, hard crossbows and strong bows, if you look at them in terms of demeanor and majesty, they are really much more decent than the northern soldiers that Lan En knew.

After all, even if it was the cavalry under Baron Willen Viselard, the leader of the team, Philip, was a bury man with a layer of blackness on his neck and a lock of hair under his fur hat.

Their tattered cotton armor would be stained with wine, thick phlegm, snot, and so on.

Lanne's heavy footsteps and Popai's heavy snort woke up the crowd as they prepared dinner.

And they were all on the alert, and their crossbows were loaded with arrows, and their bows were drawn, and their swords were unsheathed.

The neat appearance of the army is another quality that is better than that of the northern army.

Lan En let go of the reins from his hand and let Popai go away to rest.

And he himself stood still in the thick shadows of the firelight.

He didn't even throw off his hood and cloak all the way, and standing in the shadows, he could only show a huge silhouette.

The Nilfgaard soldiers on the opposite side whispered as a result.

"It's a giant?! I thought it was a northern hillbilly superstition! ”

"This is the woods, the woods of the plains! It's not a giant on the mountain, where did it come from? Even if it's a legend, I think it should be a deer's head! ”

In the south, most of the monsters that are common in the north have become the fodder for legends.

Southerners even used this to ridicule the superstition and ignorance of northerners.

And at the moment, these soldiers who came to the north for the first time to fight were born of fear in their hearts because of the unknown.

And then, under the influence of armor and sharp swords, fear turns into violent tendencies.

Under his hood, Lan could hear the increasingly heavy breathing of the people on the other side, and the white mist that came out of their mouths.

"Just to be on the safe side."

Lan En spoke calmly in the darkness, without a trace of fluctuation, only a large white mist caused by the heat drifting from the shadows into the firelight.

"I would like to ask you gentlemen of the south one thing: I passed a village east of here, and the village was slaughtered, and the men who did it burned the corpses and tortured them, did you do that?"

As soon as Lan En said the first words, the expression on the other side relaxed significantly.

If you can speak human words, you are not the northern monster in the story.

And the second sentence that followed made the slightly relieved Nilfgaard soldiers laugh out loud.

There was a stunned look in the laughter.

If it was a normal situation, then Lan En wouldn't care too much. After all, the mood goes from nervous to relaxed, and there seems to be nothing wrong with showing a laugh under the ups and downs.

But this smile is different, and the feeling it gives Rann is-

'Someone is going to ask us this?' And 'I was nervous about someone who asked such a boring question?' ’

There is no need to answer.

This playful laughter is the answer.

A Nilfgaard man with a crossbow aimed at Lane, the playful smile on his face hadn't even faded, his fingers had begun to tighten, and the mechanical leaf springs were about to kick in, firing crossbows that were tied to the strings.

But in the next instant.

"Whew!"

Intense wind pressure was created out of thin air, pressing the exuberant and bright bonfire almost into a thin layer!

Ordinary people's gaze and reaction speed couldn't even see Lan's shadow in this situation!

They stared blankly at where Lan had stood, where a wide cloak was fluttering in the sky.

But it was a huge human body that brought this huge wind pressure!

"Bang!"

The huge palm completely enveloped the Nilfgaard man's head!

And just this one action, the sound is like smashing a helmet with a hammer!

Under the gaze of all of them, Lan En burst directly into their formation in the blink of an eye!

The cat's eyes, which glittered in the dimness, turned, observing the whole situation.

The crossbowman who was hit hard in the head subconsciously activated the machinery in his hand.

With a "whoosh", the crossbow bolt with the triangular pyramid head grazed past Lan's side and sank straight into the gap in the armor and neck guard of another Nilfgaard!

Then Lane didn't even look back, as if he had planned it, he raised the Nilfgaard in his hand to his side with one hand.

The next moment, the sound of "whooshing" arrows came through the air.

The arrows from the bow or crossbow burst into sparks on the Nilfgaard armor, and the few at a sharp angle had pierced through the weak points of the armor and into the body.

The human 'shield' in Lanen's hand disappeared.

The army of the Nilfgaard was indeed formidable.

Whether it is their ability to react quickly, or the quality of the ordnance on their bodies, they are much better than the northern army.

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