As a result, all formations, orders, and orders are no longer important.

A large number of refugees, like a tidal wave, like a school of sardines that had been blown up by terror, swarmed in the direction of the Nilfgaard army!

This is also the right choice for Geralt.

The original purpose of this refugee group was to get out of Sintra and the ravages of war as soon as possible.

This is not the time to ignore the Nilfgaard rebels who are killing and rampage in the crowd.

As long as the UNHCR personnel were allowed to pass quickly, these were acceptable casualties.

After all, even if these Nilfgaard rebels were allowed to kill, they would not be able to kill many people, especially when the refugees were swarming in one direction.

There is still Lan En in that direction, give these rebels a few guts, and they will definitely not dare to approach again.

Even, in the midst of the swarming wave of refugees, these armor-clad Nilfgaards may have been trampled to death in a wave?

However, Geralt's gaze became nervous and startled after Hacksol's voice sounded.

They should have given priority to urging the refugee group to rush over, but

It shouldn't be scattered in formation!

More than a thousand people, which is almost the total population of some small cities in this world.

And if these more than 1,000 people are a group of people whose lives are threatened, and there is only one day left to get out of the situation. How terrifying would their persistence and eagerness to escape be?

And in this case, perhaps the Nilfgaard rebellion is not the most lethal.

"Can't mess around! Don't mess around! Go in formation! ”

Geralt cried out in vain, and Gerd had just executed a rebel not far from him, and his face changed dramatically, and he reacted violently and shouted with him.

But it didn't work, once the mentality of this group of refugees who were desperate to survive was aroused, no one could stop it.

Like crazy, armed refugees who have been trained for hours, women who have not been given weapons, old people, children who are being held by their families.

Rushing out of the woods like a tidal wave!

They consciously bypassed the entangled Nilfgaard rebels.

The rebels had even despaired when they looked at the crowd, but when the refugees avoided them, they walked away.

The group laughed sarcastically as if they had just reacted, and then recklessly swung their swords at the fleeing refugees.

Riots inevitably occurred.

Then came the stampede, the wails and cries of men.

Lan En watched as this all happened with cold eyes, but he didn't have time to stop it.

In the cold air, white heat emerged from all parts of his body, drifted upward, and then was blown away and elongated by the wind.

After the collapse of Nilfgaard's phalanx just now, although he had realized that something was wrong, he couldn't do anything about it.

He could only kill as hard as he could, and his massive body, which was almost an afterimage, rushed left and right, strangling every Nilfgaard who came close.

But Rao was like this, and the pursuit of the scattered soldiers still allowed him to run almost non-stop for five kilometers in a sprint.

Although he is still calm and powerful, his breathing has become 'snort', and the heat in his body has become dangerous.

The main surgeries used by Space Marines to increase their combat effectiveness are [Bone Enhancement Organs] and [Muscle Enhancement Organs].

However, many subsequent surgeries are used to provide a strong body with metabolic enhancement and energy system enhancement, so that various systems in the body can work in harmony to enhance endurance and survivability.

A full-fledged Space Marine, capable of even sleepless high-intensity battles for days!

In Lan's case, the other native organs in his body were already starting to be a little unable to supply energy.

This is also what he worries the most -

On the open battlefield, if you want to clear the scattered rout, it will take an unknown amount of strength and physical strength just to chase and run!

By the time a large number of refugees wrapped themselves in the middle in the form of a crowd, Lan En had reluctantly retracted the sword of the Lake Maiden.

In his own camp, with his physique and strength, he can't even rush forward and run quickly.

Because as soon as he moves, it is no different for ordinary people than being hit head-on by a car.

"Gerd!"

Geralt managed to find his companion in the midst of the crowd, shouting at him.

It's ironic that the Nilfgaard rebels who wantonly slashed people were given space to wield their swords in the crowd because no one dared to approach them at this time.

The witchers, on the other hand, were trusted by a large number of people around them, but the short-haired Valyrian steel sword could only be put away in its scabbard, and they didn't even dare to take it out.

The bearded Bear School witcher looked back, and Geralt hurriedly shouted.

"It's a complete mess! I can't help it, I have to find someone! ”

Ciri and Dandrien, these two have no combat power at all.

In case you encounter a rebellion, or even just a fall. Geralt couldn't even imagine what would happen.

"Go, go!"

Gerd gritted his teeth and squeezed through the crowd to the side of a rebel.

The guy was laughing maniacally and slashing a woman to death, and the blood that spurted out of the woman's neck spurted his head and face like a demon.

Then he turned his head and was caught in the helmet by Gede's big hand, and with a 'rattle', his neck was broken by the unarmed demon hunter!

And on Geralt's side, he had already seen Dandrien stumbling and pulling the little girl away.

Although his cherry-red satin dress had become unreminiscent of his long refugee life, a few pieces of cloth were bright enough.

But just when Geralt wanted to hurry over.

"Phew!"

A fierce sound of horses' hooves rushed straight over!

Regardless of the posture, two people had already been trampled to death, and immediately the strong man's round axe cut off the shoulder of a refugee with a single rub of the horse's speed.

In an instant, Geralt leaned sideways and slashed the steel sword upward.

Logically speaking, the witcher felt that he should be able to use this good sword in his hand to cut the wooden grip of the opponent's axe, and make a hole in his stomach by the way.

Few people can keep up with the speed of a witcher's reactions.

But in this staggered moment, Geralt was shocked to find that the other party had shown a superb skill that did not match his appearance!

The blade of the axe lifted lightly for just the right amount of time.

So the Wolf Valyrian Steel Sword, which could have directly cut off the grip, hit the axe blade right on!

There was a 'choking' explosion, and the man slowed down his horse and walked around Geralt with bad intentions.

The strong man lifted the blade of the axe and looked at it.

The wide blade of that String Moon Axe had been cut nearly halfway through the Demon Hunter's blade in an instant!

"It's a good sword, and it doesn't even leave a scratch on it. Made of Valyrian steel, right? ”

The refugees screamed and walked around them, the strong man staring eagerly at Geralt's steel sword.

"But it's okay, it's the same as Duckley said. You witchers aren't all like that Rann of Sintra. Monster. ”

"Awesome is awesome, but it's not like I can't fight."

The handle of the axe in the strong man's hand turned, this was a double-edged axe, and the other side of the axe that was not damaged was turned in the direction of his palm.

(End of chapter)