Perhaps the army of the Nilfgaard was indeed well-trained and determined.

In this group of soldiers, there are people who still regain their will after the collapse after such desperate casualties.

A Nilfgaard crossbowman, who removed the cone-headed arrow that had been placed on the string of the crossbow and replaced it with a round-headed arrow.

It's a non-lethal whistle arrow.

The arrowhead has a pipe structure similar to that of a wind instrument, and is shaped like a small iron camel.

Air flows through the pipes as the arrows fly rapidly, making a high-pitched and recognizable sound.

Different whistle arrows can make different sounds, and after temporary regulations from the commander before the war, they are often used as different orders in the army.

Although the Nilfgaard crossbowman who had replaced him with a sentry arrow was sweating profusely and his lips were white and trembling, his eyes were still firm, and his hand on the arrow was still very steady.

It was a resolute expression that had put his own life and death out of the way.

The catapult in his hand was not pointed at the enemy he couldn't catch, but at the sky.

In his heart, he may die in the next moment, but the sentry arrow in his hand will send a warning to his comrades, let them act in groups, and let them sweep the surroundings!

This terrible northern monster and demon will eventually be crushed by the iron hooves of Nilfgaard's army.

But when the time of the material world really entered the next moment, before the venerable Nilfgaard crossbowman could press the leaf springs on the catapult, a voice was at their side, whispering something they did not understand.

"[Secret Legend Dragon Flash]!"

The voice was young and calm, like someone on the road greeting them at the moment they passed by.

And then came a storm of magic!

The first sword of [Dragon Flash] is a robe slash that is diagonally downward.

The Nilfgaard soldier standing in front of Ran, from his right shoulder to his left rib, was sliced into a smooth plane by the sword of the Lake Maiden.

The limbs, which were no longer involved with each other, were sliding down the plane with plasma.

But this is only the prelude to this trick [Secret Legend].

After the first person was slashed by the blade of the substance, an inexplicable flow of air began to gather.

These raging currents swept up grass roots, dirt, gravel, and already cold blood on the ground!

A huge vertical air blade! Like a lawnmower, it burst out from in front of Lan En, forward!

"Sting!" A short, deafening pop.

Of the only three people left in front of Lan En, the first one with armor was cut vertically and neatly.

Second, his armor let out a scream of metal being torn, and the black and heavy steel armor cracked a huge tear half a human length from top to bottom, and the human body inside was of course torn apart along with the steel.

And the last one, the venerable crossbowman who was about to send out the whistle arrow.

The air blade that tore apart the two heavily armored soldiers in quick succession had been weakened a lot by the time they arrived in front of him.

However, although the turbulent air currents did not have the power to tear through the steel armor, they were still able to penetrate the seven orifices through the cracks in the armor, causing a drastic change in the air pressure in his skull.

By the time Lan stepped in front of him, the crossbowman was stumbling and tearing his helmet off his head.

His nose and ears began to bleed, and the iris of his eyeballs was covered with bloodshot before finally coming out of the corners of his eyes.

The hand that the witcher didn't hold a sword grasped lightly in the air, and the whistle arrow that didn't fly out was caught in his hand just as it fell.

"The noblest human emotion is 'sacrifice.'"

Lan said calmly, placing the sentry arrow next to the crossbowman's face.

And this soldier, who was close to death because of the drastic change in intracranial air pressure, still looked at the whistle arrow that he didn't have time to send with a persistent look until this time.

"Until the last moment, you still did not give up your mission and duty, and you forgot to die, which is worthy of respect. But."

Rann reached Arondette to the crossbowman's face, and turned his face to himself, looking at the sentry arrows with the face of his sword, looking directly into his bloodshot eyes.

"Why would a warrior like you do such a thing, soldier?"

Lan's amber cat-eyes stared at him, obsessively trying to find an answer.

"You should have fought the most powerful enemy in the world! Shoot the giant with your crossbow arrows! Use your dreadnought to hunt griffins! In the end, he returned to his hometown or died in battle! Why?"

"Why would someone like you, who has already understood the meaning of 'sacrifice', do it to civilians? Or even torture them?! ”

"Ho why?"

As soon as the crossbowman on the ground spoke, blood flowed out of his mouth, and the blood-red teeth and blood-red throat smiled like evil spirits.

"Idiot question. Because they rebelled against us! They deliberately pointed us the wrong way, threatening our safety, and we should be cleared! The heartless white-eyed wolf deserves to die! I don't know that the grateful northern savages should die! ”

"'White-eyed wolf' and 'unthankful'.What do the people of Sintra need to thank the Nilfgaards? Thank you for your aggression and killing? ”

"You call us invaders?"

The crossbowman's eyes revealed a kind of disbelief that had been misunderstood and wronged.

"Ignorant Yankees, we're here to stop Temeria's attempt to snatch Sintra! It was we who protected the country from the barbarians! It is the empire that establishes the balance of power, and Sintra will also be bathed in the civilizational glow of the empire! The people here will become civilized! Decent people! ”

Looking at the other party's distorted and determined eyes, Lan En opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Civilization. Is it? ”

He had a bitter expression that he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh at.

"Impose one's own 'civilization' on others without saying anything, and even use this as a reason to slaughter and torture others on other people's land."

"Nilfgaard, you deserve to be the hegemon of the world."

Combining the 'essence of thought' of Britain and the United States, it deserves to become a world hegemon!

It's that helpless and disgusting familiarity again.

Lane didn't have much to talk to about the Nilfgaard man anymore.

"So. Please take your 'justice' and die. ”

The crossbowman weakly spat at Lanen, only to end up in his face.

But even so, he still sneered unadmittedly.

That means that even at this moment, he still believes in his 'justice' and 'civilization'.

"Poof!"

The graceful curved tip of the knife moved away from the crossbowman's face and slashed at his throat.

In a roar of roars and blood, the glade fell silent, with only a few Nilfgaard horses still tethered.

These horses are trained to be dexterous, intelligent, and courageous, so they don't get stirred by the smell of blood on the ground.

Lan En flicked Arondale lightly, and the blood stain on the long silver gland knife was instantly emptied, and the knife was put back into its sheath.

But just as the witcher was about to turn away.

"Drip !!"

A piercing and recognizable high-pitched pop exploded from not far away!

Lan stopped and looked at the ground, where the whistle arrow was still lying in a pool of blood.

Immediately, he grabbed the reins of several horses, including Bopai, and turned to rush in the direction of the roar.

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