"He's gasping for air!" A soldier trembled and picked up the halberd in his hand and repeated it again. "He's starting to gasp! He's tired! ”

"yes, he's tired."

The other soldier beside him responded blankly, but had no intention of turning back.

It's just a thick cloak in the armaments, and the people around him are rushing towards the wreckage at the gap in the crater.

I hope to extinguish the fire at the exit as soon as possible.

Duckley was an experienced commander, but he had never fought this kind of man-to-man battle of a few thousand against one.

The formation couldn't be used at all, and the strength of thousands of people couldn't be concentrated on the 'small' individual of the other party.

So he was quite sensible, and he still divided many soldiers, trying to fight for a way out of the mountain fire by relying on manpower when the warlock had already been killed.

The wildfire has now spread to a great extent, and everyone is approaching the center of the col, and many people have been roasted or choked to death at the edges.

There are even more of these dead than those killed. Because flame has always been an extremely effective means of killing.

"Shut up! Put out the fire! Put out the fire and let me out! ”

Duke Adal, who was standing on the platform, spat and yelled hysterically at the sergeants under the platform.

With Lan En's furious killing, as well as the approaching mountain fires, even people with big hearts are now beginning to tremble unconsciously.

The high-pressure and dangerous environment can destroy people's sanity, and ordinary trivial things can even lead to a whole person's mental breakdown in this situation.

And this raging crater is the environment that could not be more high-pressure.

Seeing the wildfire spreading towards him, watching his colleagues in the outer circle being heated, roasted, and choked to death, and his side has not yet opened an escape route, every moment there are Nelfergaard people screaming in despair and collapse in the light of the wildfire.

The whole col seems to have turned into hell.

And it's not just wildfires that are oppressing their psyche

The trembling Nelfgaard man with his halberd suddenly widened his eyes: "Bomb! Alchemy Bomb! Dodge"

But the alchemy bomb that was thrown was much faster than his words.

The bomb exploded over the heads of the group of people who were extinguishing the fire, and in an instant, a large cloud of yellow-green gas settled.

The large pile of Nilfgaard soldiers huddled at the gap in the crater looked up in horror, then pushed and shouted like crazy schools of sardines.

"Get out of the way! I'm leaving! ”

But there is no doubt that human populations do not have the same coordination as schools of sardines.

The yellow-green gas settled, met the first rays of flames, and then- "boom!! ”

Another explosion!

In the flames that swelled out in an instant, the people in armor seemed to be locked inside, emitting a 'smack' sound and a terrible scream of protein being roasted on an iron plate.

Those who had already taken off their armor because of the heat simply covered their heads and screamed, but quieter than those in armor.

In the shadow of the firelight in the distance, Lan En's breathing was slightly rapid, and he lowered his left hand that was holding the [Alpha Seal].

If this is just a wildfire, even if the terrain is disadvantaged like this, then these thousands of Nilfgaard soldiers have a chance to break through a way out.

But now, he's still here.

A single [Dragon's Dream] made the hundreds of people who were blocked at the gap in the crater a little flame that took a lot of effort to extinguish come to naught.

At the moment when this group of warriors is fighting against Lanen, the psychological pressure they are under is more serious than the real physical lethality.

It's not so much that the [Turbidity] Great Sword actually killed many people, causing all the soldiers who had fought with Lan En to collapse.

It's better to say that it is such a huge and agile body, wielding an equally huge piece of iron. Such a scene and the lethal effect of the greatsword frightened the people of Nilfgaard!

With an absolute advantage in mobility, even the light cavalry with unloaded armor can't catch up with Lan En's [Acceleration Technique] at all!

It is impossible to close the siege, or even to make a siege.

The weak force will be crushed in an instant in front of that person, that huge sword!

And the strong group, because of the difference in action, will be like peeling an onion by him, and he will cut one circle around the periphery and one circle will be less.

Eventually, it will become two or three kittens.

No way. They can't do anything about this person!

A warrior who surpasses mortals in all aspects, the Nilfgaard people have really never encountered such an enemy.

In the end, except for those who were frightened mad and stupid, running around and then being consumed by the wildfire, all the remaining Nilfgaard soldiers gathered at the gap in the crater.

No more bravery and vigor in the massacre of refugees, no more pride in being the army that swept through Sintra, like a flock of terrified quails.

They were desperate that the people behind them would quickly clear an escape route.

But now, the witcher is clearly staring at them! Whoever has a move will add to the fire.

"That's right, boss."

In the crowd of black presses, a telepathy suddenly came from Duckley's head.

This is the elite of the squad he directly leads, speaking to him through the psyker.

"Look at these soldiers, boss. They're about to be scared crazy by that witcher! The establishment is about to collapse! ”

Duckley subconsciously retorted, "We're only less than fifteen hundred dead now!" At least half of them were killed by wildfires! ”

But after refuting it, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

The ranks of three thousand five hundred died one thousand and a half! What kind of battle damage is this? Even if they make it back to Nilfgaard alive, the court-martials will hang all the command of this battle!

Maybe only Adar, who is a great nobleman, can get out, but even then his family will have to peel off the skin and give it to others to eat.

No army could sustain such a battle loss, at least not in the light of Duckley.

When Duckley patted his head from the heat, and looked at the Nilfgaard people who were still gathered together, he himself thought it was incredible.

And apparently, the reason why this group of Nilfgaard people can still be together now is the same reason why they failed.

They were trapped in this ring of wildfires with nowhere to escape, and the enemy was only one man, and they were completely unable to resist and had no intention of accepting surrender.

The situation that had never been encountered, coupled with these factors, caused the two thousand more than Nifgaard soldiers who were still alive to dare not disperse at all!

"We've got to break them up! Utter collapse! ”

Telepathically, Duckley's men spoke crisply.

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