From her elbow, right in front of the half-blood sorceress, her limbs fell from her head.

The injury to the elbow looked like something had broken it and then torn and broken.

It was a special projectile that had outpaced the sound in its disembowelment, ripping off the half-blood sorceress's arm after piercing through a layer of planks of the barber's tool cart!

A sudden break in the arm during the spell casting is undoubtedly a major interference.

As a result, the lightning mass that she had just held up on her head began to radiate electric light irregularly, and its shape was distorted.

Finally, with the screech of electricity, the lightning mass reached out of the branches and connected to the sorceress's body.

"Ahhhhh

In the terrible scream, the half-blood sorceress, who was the initiator of the magic, was electrocuted by the chaos magic she had induced.

The blood she had shed to the ground had been dried up by the heat of the electric current.

And in the woods in the distance, Lan En lowered his left hand, which made the sound of the spring resetting.

These people were well aware of the parameters of the various bows and crossbows currently on the market, but they had never seen the mechanical arm armor that Lan En had pushed with the [Alpha Seal].

In the face of pointed cone-shaped ammunition with an initial velocity of supersonic speed, the shielding of the wooden plank is really a little weaker.

And about the question of the shooting range, the angle of view

If the sorceress hadn't induced Chaos to cast the spell, Lan might have had to pan some distance to keep her vision.

However, when the chaos magic power gathered in large quantities, it seemed to his [Spiritual Vision] that it was like a mass of threads that were tangled together.

Very conspicuous.

Lan En dropped his left hand, which had delivered the decisive blow, and walked from the woods beside the road to the inn compound.

His size is too striking and eye-catching, and this arrangement is used to avoid some unforeseen reactions from these guys.

Gerd and Geralt go to war, and when the situation is simmering or long-range support is needed, Lane will be able to intervene.

Both Gerd and Geralt had seen his modified armour, and they knew the power of the armour's ammunition, so they were relieved.

As Lane approached, Geralt and Gerd's battle was coming to an end.

It is indeed not an exaggeration to say that these people have the ability to kill and injure demon hunters in one-on-one situations.

They are already skilled, experienced, and determined, plus they have all the magic equipment on them. If you encounter a demon hunter who is not in good shape, or who is careless at first sight, it is estimated that the first ten moves of the war will be able to kill people's heads.

The old guy who hasn't done it for a long time in Belengal is even more of a 'vulnerable group' in front of them.

But now, they were confronted by an old witcher with a great reputation, and a witcher with a small reputation who wore a suit of the High School.

Both of them also used Valyrian steel swords.

In general, people with magic equipment will have the equipment advantage by default. But in this scene now, it's really hard to say who has the advantage of equipment.

Gerd made a standard twist while wearing heavy armor.

With the tip of his left foot as the axis, the rotational power extends all the way to the tip of his sword raised flatly, allowing his hands to drive the long sword like a whip!

With a 'choking' sound, the man in the cloth hat wanted to attack and attack, and his plan to hit the crooked Ged longsword with a side angle collapsed in an instant.

The Valyrian steel blade, which was like water waves and smoke, simply cut off the opponent's neck in a dull 'rattle' sound of flesh and bone separation.

The soft cloth hat on his head wrapped around the man's face, and it didn't take long for him to drip out on the muddy ground before he sank into a puddle of shiny, reflective dark liquid.

It was the blood that flowed from under the prostrate body of Blas, who single-handedly slaughtered a gang, and the pool of blood was still expanding.

"Tsk." Gede looked at the headless body, only nervously convulsed in the mud, and grinded his teeth unhappily. "It's really troublesome, I couldn't stop him just now."

"Normal." Rann came in from outside the fence, and the man was blinded as he passed the barber.

"In the face of a good swordsman with a magic weapon, few people can hold their hands."

Gerd picked up the magic weapon with the long sword in his hand, and wiped the blood and fat from the blade of the sword on the corpse as he went.

He looked at the magic sword in his hand.

"According to what I just felt, this sword should be enchanted with a function like [paralysis], which is very practical."

He took the cleaned Valyrian steel sword back into the scabbard behind his back, and pulled the scabbard of the magic weapon from the corpse and put it away.

"How much does such a weapon cost on the market now?"

Ged shook the sheathed half-sword in his hand at Lanen.

"There is no obvious gap after colliding with your sword, which means that the substrate is very good, plus the enchantment is very practical, about seven hundred Oren."

"You also know that the more chaotic the world, the higher the value of weapons, especially this kind of fine goods."

Lan En pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

He's been messing around in Eritusa for a long time, and the enchantment business is also a big part of the academy, so he still knows it.

This sword is a bit more expensive than the vanilla Valyrian Steel Sword, but the Valyrian Steel Sword still has room to rise after enchantment.

"And now." Geralt also retracted his wiped sword behind his back, and walked over with a pleasant sound of steel grinding.

"This weapon, which was supposed to be in the collection room of the nobility, or on the belt of the general or commander, was brought to the battlefield by a rogue."

A seasoned witcher can roughly guess a person's profession from the corpse that has been dead for a long time.

Because lifestyle habits can leave heavy marks on people's bodies.

Addiction to narcotic powder, scars on his skin from being abused as a child, old scars from various fights, and large tattoos. These are the bases that help Geralt make inferences.

After saying this, Geralt tilted his head pointingly.

"It's not stealing or robbing, and the magic equipment of their group of people is not used to hide it at all."

Then this group of people really owns these expensive magical equipment, or at least has the legal right to use it.

Although there is a warlock in this group, the top heaven is also a wild warlock. In other words, the poor.

Don't even think about touching these magical equipment if you sell this group of people.

Lan En looked at the corpses all over the ground and sneered lightly.

"Huh."

"It seems that the people of Nilfgaard have a lot of money."

Except for the Southern Empire, which is now in the limelight, the North has never heard of any kings, nobles, and nobles who have the courage and financial resources to distribute batches of sophisticated magical equipment to front-line combatants.

"It's not just the deep pockets, the Nilfgaard people have money, but if they don't have the brains to spend money, then they certainly won't have so much money."

Geralt said calmly, and at the same time, his scarred eyes were looking at Lan En beside him.

If it were not for the need to form such a force, the financial allocation would certainly not have been forthcoming.

And referring to this group of people, they immediately confirmed the identity of the witcher. It's also clear what the goal is.

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