But compared to the opponents these Nilfgaards faced, they were like the villagers who were slaughtered and tortured. It's no different.

The 'human shield' in his hand blocked the first wave of arrows.

Even in this abrupt state of panic, these Nilfgaard soldiers kept shooting in sections, and they were extremely well-trained.

The difference between the two arrows was less than two seconds.

And this time was completely enough for Lan En to make the planned action.

"Whew-bang!!"

Pinching the head and face of a Nilfgaard soldier with one hand, between the waves of his arms, this man with armor weighed at least more than a hundred kilograms, and in Lanen's hands it was like a towel stained with water!

With the active [Muscle Strengthening Organ] and the mature [Bone Strengthening Organ], Lan En's power is heading straight for a finished Space Marine!

The second wave of arrows was swept away in mid-air by the 'towel', and then let go. With a whistling sound of breaking through the air, more than a hundred kilograms of mass smashed horizontally into the chest of another Nilfgaard soldier!

Behind him was a thick tree trunk, caught between the soldiers who had been thrown over and the trunk behind him.

This results in the impact being completely absorbed by his body.

"Poof!"

Maybe it was a broken rib, maybe it was a cracked internal organs, but in short, this soldier couldn't suppress the moment he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood left sticky marks on their shiny black armor.

In an instant, three soldiers have lost their combat effectiveness.

A fifth of the attrition.

If on a frontal battlefield, this level of human damage can already cause a total collapse of a campaign.

But Lan En killed too quickly.

The fear of the death of those colleagues and comrades had not even had time to enter the minds of the remaining soldiers.

On the other hand, these Nilfgaard soldiers naturally have a sense of superiority over the northerners.

Although they may have set foot in the northern territories for the first time in their lives and met the people of the north, they had been nurtured in Nilfgaard for a long time.

'Northerners are backward', 'Northerners are superstitious and ignorant', and so on.

The sense of superiority in their hearts made them subconsciously resist and give in when facing the northerners.

And so the revolt continued.

This was exactly what Lan En wanted, because he didn't want to stay alive in the first place.

The third wave of arrows was only possible to find the location of his move after Lan threw out the soldier in his hand and killed another Nilfgaard man!

But when that glows in the firelight, the arrows that glow and reflect on each other, come at Lan.

"Poof!"

A clear silver light flowed from the witcher's waist like mercury!

This narrow silver light flashed in mid-air with a sinuous and smooth trajectory, and then the dotted arrows were bounced away in a 'clanging' crisp sound!

Such a picture was too impactful for the Nilfgaard soldiers, enough to suffocate them!

What is this?

Arrows and crossbows have not worked on targets they have seen, and their military training has taught them how to deal with them.

The army of the Nilfgaard can be said to have crossed half the continent. The entire southern part of the continent was conquered and suppressed by them, and the majesty of the empire was built on this unparalleled army.

They regard themselves as world hegemons and consider themselves unparalleled and invincible in the world.

They have a well-established military-industrial system, a well-established operational command system, and even look down on each soldier, and have detailed and practical training procedures.

In comparison, the savages of the north are like monkeys who have just learned to strike iron, and then clothed themselves in iron sheets and have a piece of iron in their hands!

But for now.

The Nilfgaard soldiers couldn't help but recall, what was their training?

What to do with an enemy's big shield, what to do with a well-protected siege machine, or even a warlock with a spell shield open.

But

No one has taught them what to do when faced with a person who uses a sword, speed, reflexes, and physical fitness to catapult six or seven crossbow arrows!

This represents an all-round gap between the enemy and himself!

Southerners have already regarded many monsters as the whispers of fairy tales, and naturally they have never seen many witchers who eradicate these monsters.

And even if they had seen a witcher, they had never seen a witcher like Lanen.

There are very few talents who can survive in an unprecedented crisis situation, and even play extraordinarily.

How well the vast majority of people perform in dangerous situations depends on what kind of effort they put into their daily training.

Therefore, the training of the army will be divided into many subjects and many indicators to cope with the complex and changeable battlefield environment.

But it was clear that the Nilfgaard army had never made such a plan to deal with an enemy of Ranne's type.

As a result, the quality of the soldiers, who should have crowned the entire continent, is impossible to talk about at all, and there is no performance.

Not to mention targeting.

The Nilfgaard people are in the Circle of Confusion, or rather, they don't even have time to be in the Circle, and they are already going to die.

"Poof!"

The silver light flashed, and the fine armor of a soldier was nothing before Arondaet's blade.

His right wrist was chopped off, and even the right side of his waist and abdomen were opened by Lan En, who flashed by, a big hole that could be put into the palm of his hand!

And the companion standing beside him, when the blood in the cold air spilled on his face, suddenly realized that the person next to him had wailed and pounced!

And when the Nilfgaard soldier tried to catch the murderer in his eyes, all he could see was the tail of a black shadow.

Lanne's fast-moving steps are so ferocious and powerful that they can even lift the trampled turf off.

The most these Nilfgaard people could see was the roots of the turf flying in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the comrades-in-arms around him fell one after another.

The endless flow of air on the blade brought out a large amount of blood, and this hot blood quickly became cold and sticky in the cold environment.

This glade was soon covered with a layer of blood!

The remnants of Nilfgaard's soldiers, their military boots rattling in a pool of blood from their comrades.

"That's not right, it's not right. Monster! ”

The Nilfgaard began to break down and mutter, then yell.

The sounds were twisted into grotesque roars by the strangely shaped branches of the trees around them, which made them even more frightened.

Lane flickered back and forth eight times in the middle of the group, losing eight of their comrades under their noses and within their reach.

Fifteen people, four left.

Finally, Lann, who had finally stopped, stood on their side.

The long knife was retracted from its scabbard, and its left hand pressed against the sheath, while its right hand held the hilt of the sword.

In front of him, these four people have become a line.

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