Haxel did not follow the aristocratic etiquette, and after the inquiry, he reported his name according to the etiquette.

In his previous life, this kind of mistake was something he could not have imagined.

But today, he doesn't care anymore.

Haxel didn't even look directly at the nobleman who was obviously of noble blood. His gaze stretched to the end of the black-pressed Nilfgaard army.

"You're almost in, aren't you?"

Stewart nodded calmly, "Yes, father." ”

"Then I'll get started."

Haxso raised the heavy steel scepter in his hand and drew a large circle in midair, then slammed down at the end of the stroke.

Among the several people who came to negotiate, the roll call officer just wanted to reprimand the rudeness of the northern barbarians in front of him, but he did not respond after the duke's questioning.

But then." Rumble!!! ”*N

On the surrounding walls of the crater, a series of loud noises erupted suddenly!

Duckley, who was following Duke Adar, was suddenly startled, his eyes widened suddenly, and he threw himself directly at the Duke on horseback, protecting this noble man under him.

The heat wave is rolling.

It wasn't until the roar died down that Nilfgaard realized what had become around him.

From the mountain walls around the crater, many deflagration points are connected. Around the detonation point, there are also some human stumps, which should be the corpse of the person who started the fire.

The location of these detonation points is continuous, and some kind of liquid combustibles flow down like a spring.

The mountains and forests are dry in winter, and the whole crater is like a furnace, burning rapidly!

And the only gap, there were also three large carriages rushing down the hillside from nowhere, falling and bursting into flames.

The soldiers of Nilfgaard were elite and capable, but even so, they could not help but fall into chaos in the face of the sudden explosion of fire.

The soldiers standing near the gap in the crater were killed by the carriage falling on their heads without saying a word, and the shattered and splashed combustibles on the carriage turned a dozen soldiers into screaming and running burning men.

Horses neighed and black smoke billowed out.

The soldiers rushed to the wreckage of the carriage at the gap in the crater to see if they could get out, and they all sniffled, and then their faces changed dramatically.

"This taste is a Mt. Soden triple mead!"

They tasted it when they were plundering in the land of Soden, and it was as strong as a sword, and sweet as honey.

That is, a high concentration of alcohol, and a high concentration of sugar.

And these two things are mixed and deflagrated, and they are no different from incendiary bombs. It's just that because of the cost, no one should use these good wines like this.

And now, look at the number of these flashpoints on the hillside. It's scary!

Haxor's scouts have a great damage rate, which is due to the fact that they went to find out the information of the Battle of Soden, and there is also the reason for this batch of wine.

He was the head of the royal family of Sintra, and he remembers that there was a royal wine cellar built near the place dedicated to this wine.

Although the king of Tursec loved this wine, thinking about his own use this time, his majesty must not disagree, right?

In the boiling heat, Haxso stood in front of the chaotic, wailing refugees, holding on to his steel scepter.

The sudden explosion and heat made the Duke of Adal feel a wave of fear at first, and he even struggled because of this fear and panic after being protected by Duckley's pounce under him.

It's messy and messy.

Immediately afterward, when he came back to his senses and realized that it was not the kind of explosive huge attack, he calmed down slightly.

The duke, who had calmed down, violently pushed away Duckley, who had pressed him under him to protect him, and stood up.

It's the time when the horses are neighing and the people are barking, and it's a mess. It's just that the people he brought with him were the elite of the elite, even if it was an emergency, they instantly closed the formation and surrounded him in the middle.

But the duke straightened his helmet, and looked at the faces of the guards.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he always feels that after falling off the horse in embarrassment, the eyes of these people have become a little dazzling!

Duke Adal gritted his teeth, his breathing was short, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Panic and shame were catalyzed into only one kind in the end—anger!

You monkey of the north! Barbarian! Bastard!

Obviously I've been caught up! Obviously has been driven to a dead end! Obviously with a bunch of maggot-like refugees!

Isn't the leader of the team a smart person?! The people of Sintra don't want to die, why don't the witchers stop them, and don't want to die?!

How dare you dishonor me! Shame on the noble identity and lineage of this Nilfgaard!

Do you think that if you make a little, small movement, you can attract rescue?!

It's ridiculous!

Ignoring the chaos in which his troops were now, the Duke of Adal angrily grabbed the armor of one of the guards.

"Kill them."

The muscles of Duke Adar's face twitched, making him look like a hungry wolf.

"Except for the goal said beforehand! Not a single one to stay! Kill them all! No! Leave the leader, I'm going to roast him alive! Roast him on the fire he himself brought out! ”

The guard, who had been pulled, nodded in response to the order, then turned around and began to report back to Duckley.

In normal times, of course, it is the noble lord's order that is bigger than the sky, but now, the lord only issued an empty order request, so of course he has to turn his head to the officer who can make a plan to give a detailed order.

"How many dead and wounded did we have?"

Duckley asked, lifting his visor.

"Seventeen black infantry archers at the end of the formation died, and the number of wounded is unknown."

The damage was insignificant, the key was the fire that gradually spread around as the mead flowed down.

Duckley squinted as he looked at the flames flowing down the crater above his head.

"The cavalry does not move, and is responsible for reorganizing order! Five hundred infantry were sent to slaughter the refugees, while the rest were responsible for suppressing the fire and cleaning up the burning wreckage blocking the exit! Let's go! ”

"Raise the battle flag! Tell everyone that this is just a small thing, a small accident! ”

Under Duckley's orders, the disorganized Nilfgaard Legion was back in action.

The Duke's anger was a signal that they were in full swing, and the Nilfgaard infantry regiment was ready to go, and in a scalp-tinging sound of metal grinding, drew their swords in unison and closed in on the refugees.

The only people standing between the refugee group and the Nilfgaard were Haxel and a few dozen people around him.

The refugees behind them were already scared crazy.

The hillside behind him was a bright red glow of fire and heat, and the cold blades of the Nilfgaard were almost against their necks.

"Let me go, let me go!"

The screams of madness came and went, like demons in the shadow of the firelight.

Refugees rushed out of the lines of the Hackso and Sintra fighters.

Not because of bravery, but because they have been scared out of their heads.

(End of chapter)