Apparently, the Nilfgaard soldiers also thought that their own reinforcements had arrived.

And they didn't have the keen sense of hearing of the witchers to hear anything unusual in the series of horses' hooves.

So as the sound of the horses' hooves drew nearer, the archers with the swords of Nilfgaard were still walking towards Dandrien.

Soon, the archers stood on the low slope where the poet had hidden himself, looking down on him with banter and malice.

It's like looking at an old hen ready to be put in the pot.

And Dandrien happened to take another stone at this time, and was about to show his head and throw it out.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the archer.

At this moment, the poet, who had never had any combat experience, was a little quick.

He burst out with the truest emotion of his life, pointing behind the archer's back, and showing utter surprise.

But the archer only sneered, and walked down from the top of the dirt slope towards him.

The dagger was lifted to his side, apparently trying to stab Dandrion's waist from the bottom up.

But the sound of horses' hooves was already very close.

Dandrion didn't even get a chance to show his fear.

Because of a raging wind, it is being brought by a huge black shadow!

As it whistled past him, it took away the smiling Nefgaard archer like a nightmare from a fairy tale.

Extremely abrupt, even the stench in the archer's mouth was still circling around Dandrien's nose for the last second.

At this second, his whole body was gone! It's gone!

Standing in the distance, Gerd and Geralt could see clearly.

A huge figure sprang out of the woods, as fast as a gust of wind!

As he passed by Dandrien, he dragged the bow by the head as if he had taken a candle from his hand, and rushed straight to the courtyard from which he had come.

The Nilfgaard man with his armor and equipment, estimated at 100 kilograms, looked like an empty handbag in his hand!

"Lanne?"

Geralt heard Gerd's uncertain whisper.

Although the Bear School Grandmaster-level armor with a bear skin scarf is very conspicuous, it is estimated that there is only one set in the world.

However, Lan En's change from the last time they met to the current armor-piercing two meters and six meters still makes Gede a little difficult to recognize.

And Geralt is even less so.

The last time he and Lan En met, the young man hadn't even walked around Yanan.

That was more than a year ago.

So the white wolf couldn't match the guy in front of him, who was already beyond normal human heights and sizes, with the friend he knew before.

But no matter what, it looks like you have a powerful person on your side to help, so you can simply fight back!

"Gerd!"

Geralt shouted without looking back, and the witchers of the Bear School responded with a bold response.

"Up!"

Lan threw the corpse of the archer who had already limped in his hands.

The Nilfgaard archer was unable to withstand the force of Rann in the abrupt and violent pull he had just made, and dislocated in the first second after contact.

Lan En's speed of advance was too fast, and the few people left in the courtyard couldn't react at all!

The corpse thrown by the witcher looked like a fluttering wooden stick in his hand, but it weighed more than 100 kilograms!

The tumbling corpse smashed four Nilfgaard soldiers with longbows and catapults into rolling gourds.

Instead of killing the fallen enemy immediately, Lane went straight past them.

The sound of 'knock knock' footsteps was heavy and terrifying!

In the horrified eyes of a large shield soldier, Lan En was like a huge black shadow that pounced on him!

"Bang !!"

A bang!

The steel shoulder armor of the Lan En Grandmaster-level Bear School armor slammed into the big shield without slowing down!

The solid wood splicing is wrapped in iron, and the high-quality shield with leather skin bursts out in the moment of this impact!

Immediately afterwards, the iron edge deformed and the plank broke.

"Woo!"

The Nilfgaard soldier holding the shield, first the arm that was on the back of the shield was twisted, and then the internal organs were shattered, and a large mouthful of blood was sprayed on the back of the shield.

A soldier in full-cover armor, with a large shield in his hand, looked like a rag doll thrown away after this impact!

He crossed an arc in mid-air, and finally planted himself in a puddle of mud, lying on his stomach motionless.

Almost at the moment when the big shield was hit and scrapped, Gerd and Geralt made the sound of grinding their teeth at the same time.

"Hiss~"*2

I've seen a broken shield, but I've never seen such a broken shield!

Humanoid Sheephorn Demon?!

But not before they could finish expressing their surprise.

In the flickering firelight, two long swords that glowed like water waves swirled and flew in front of the two of them.

Then the two sounds of 'poof' plunged into the ground.

That's two good swords.

The ripple-like pattern is composed of silver and black. Silver glows, black like smoke.

Almost instinctively for a good swordsman, the two witchers grabbed the hilts of both swords without thinking about it as they charged, and pulled them out of the ground with extreme fluidity.

Gede slashed down with great strength, and with this handy sword, he actually directly split the shield of another big shield soldier in half!

Half of the soldier's shoulder behind the shield.

Geralt, on the other hand, danced when faced with an enemy who was smashing down on him with an axe and spear.

The gritty axe grip was nothing before the new sword.

The diagonal upward swing not only severed the grip of the axe, but also took one of the arms of the Nilfgaard soldier and half of the scalp in the direction of the blade.

Immediately afterward, Gerd and Geralt executed the crossbowmen and archers who had just lifted themselves from the ground.

"This is a strange sword."

Geralt looked at the sword in his hand in amazement and said, As for his good friend of the poet?

Since he won't die anymore, he's not a good friend, just an 'annoying spirit' who pesters him to find materials.

How can it be as important as a good sword in hand, right?

"And the feel of this sword. I don't even have to adapt! Be in one's element! ”

"If you don't just stare at the blade, you'll see that its counterweight is a wolf's head, Geralt."

Lan En walked through the shadows in the distance, his huge body bringing with him a huge sense of shadow and oppression.

"It's made according to the Wolf School steel sword, and the feel makes you automatically adapt, which means that you have practiced well."

"It's really you!" Geralt exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow. Did you take the Warlocks' experimental potion? It's too."

Whether it's strength, speed, or size, Lane is a bit beyond what he knows about humans, and even witchers.

"It's good to see you're okay, White Wolf."

"You too, Lanne."

Lann and Geralt shook each other's forearms, then pulled closer and hugged.

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