"If the mountain fire burns to this extent, it is actually possible to rush out of the fire from the hillside!"

Duckley's men said to him in their heads.

"This mountain is not big, there are not so many combustibles, and it stands to reason that there should already be a gap in the flames, but they are just blocked by smoke and firelight. And as long as there are enough people to find their way."

As long as enough people are exploring their way, they can escape by stepping on someone else's corpse!

Duckley immediately realized that this was indeed a viable option.

It's just a choice: to get more people to die in exchange for their own survival. Still is.

Still a fart!

Duckley made his decision in an instant, without even half a second of hesitation.

Seeing that at the outermost edge of the crowd, Lan En's [Turbidity Current] greatsword once again set off a wave of blood!

The tight crowd instantly resembles a bitten apple pie, highlighting a gap.

And here, like green smoke, the witcher who reappeared in the distance produced a slight stagger.

Duckley immediately captured this.

Look closely.

The witcher's breath was even greater than it had been before, and his physical strength was not bottomless. Although killing hundreds of people in a row like a war machine is already staggering, but in the end. He also has limits!

And by this time the temperature in the col had become like an oven, but the witcher seemed to be hotter than everyone else.

His face was hot and red under his silver hair!

Generally speaking, this kind of enemy is not feared. But because the killing scene he had caused before was so horrific that even if he showed it, no Nilfgaard could rise to the heart of confrontation.

Not even a single Nilfgaard would dare to make eye contact with his eyes again!

The troops that once swept through the enemy are now all sardines huddled together waiting to die!

This will not work

Duckley thought to himself.

The momentum has been completely shattered, but the establishment has not yet been lost, and the result is like a flock of sheep coming together.

You can't resist, you can't even escape.

Duckley didn't know if the current situation was deliberately caused by the witcher, after all, he had suffered in this respect the last time he fought at dusk.

So it seems like it really should.

"Ahh!!h

Duckley, who was standing in the crowd of Nilfgaard, suddenly yelled as if he couldn't bear the situation at hand.

There were not many people around him who cried like him, but his voice was extraordinary.

The first is his position, he is the supreme commander of this force except for the Duke of Adar.

Secondly, the implementation of the plan, which was approved by Darkley, began to be implemented, and the psionics began to mobilize the emotions and spirits of some people.

It's a very difficult way, Joanna can't last long, and it doesn't affect much at all.

But in the current situation, in fact, only a little emotional provocation is needed, and the bombing camp is not far away.

Duckley drew his sword in an instant, and slashed the Nilfgaard soldier who was standing beside him.

Then, like a madman, he wiped his helmet to observe the blood on the seam, and then slashed at the soldiers next to him!

"Don't be my way, I'm going to run! No one wants me to die here! ”

'Boom', the soldiers suddenly exploded!

The last bit of reason, which maintained order, also disappeared from the minds of the soldiers in an instant.

So under the mood of collapse and panic, everyone around him became untrustworthy and became a factor that threatened his safety!

So the soldiers who lost their minds began to slash and kill each other, trying to keep themselves safe.

It is also commonly known as Yingxiao!

And the commander who single-handedly set off the roar of the camp immediately faded from that crazy appearance at this moment.

With his extraordinary skills, he quickly removed slightly different armor and decorations from his body, and took ordinary clothes from the corpses of his colleagues who were hacked to death, and changed them into himself.

"No!"

On the carriage, Duke Adar, who watched the camp roar happen, but could not do anything, shouted in despair.

He is the kind of person who can only hold power when he has a well-established power structure.

Rules, laws. And now, with all trust crumbling, he suddenly discovers that he has become a mortal!

No mortal can escape from a wildfire.

"No, no, no, give me back! Regroup to put out the fire! Make a way for me! ”

Adar leaned on the platform and shouted downward.

But at this moment, the duke's bloodline and family background are also meaningless things.

Power comes from trust, trust in the system, trust in the rules.

And when the camp roared, all trust in the army collapsed.

"Be careful, sir!"

Duckley raised his head and shouted upwards with a concerned and enthusiastic expression.

Now that he was wearing the helmet of an ordinary soldier, and with the chaos of the army, Adar did not recognize him as the commander who had a 'nervous breakdown' just now.

Duckley reached Adar's side in three or two steps, and was about to pick him up and retreat with him.

This somewhat warmed Adar's heart.

"There are still loyal people in our army, there are still some."

Adar was also muttering distractedly, looking nervous. It's not at all the same as the eyes above the top and unattainable at the beginning.

"Wait until I get back to the city of the Golden Tower. This time it's just me accidentally. When I get back, all these noisy bastards will be court-martialed. ”

"You protect me, and when I go back, you will have a future. Yes!!! ”

Before the official could finish his vow, Dakley, who was holding Adar, tripped the duke's ankle.

This was quite technical, and in a 'rattle' sound, the duke's shin ankle bent directly outward into a strange angle.

The duke himself could only fall to the ground with his ankles in his arms.

"I'm sorry, sir."

In Adar's incredulous eyes, Duckley briefly lifted the visor of his helmet and smiled down at the great nobleman.

"Duckley?" The Duke was incredulous at first, and then his mood turned to rage. "How dare you hurt me!?"

"It's not just about hurting you, you have to stay here in order for us to live."

"W-What?"

"It's simple, sir. We don't want to mess with that witcher anymore. ”

"You leaked your face in front of him, you abused his friends in front of him, and then provoked him to start slaughtering us regardless of it"

Speaking of this, the corners of Duckley's mouth couldn't stop trembling. He thought that he would never forget today's scene and the witcher who caused it in his life.

"He can't really take care of all of us, but he won't let you go. Whoever wants to be with you must die. My guys and I don't want to die yet, so you have to stay here. Use it to dissipate the witcher's anger. ”

"And we are not like you, although we participated in the planning of the operation against him, but we never showed our faces from beginning to end."

Of course, the one who took the chain to find something had already been cut off on the spot.

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