"Don't think about going down, my lord."

Duckley, in his feelings of disbelief, anger, and fear, threw Adar on the wagon.

"If you break your ankle, you'll only be trampled to death by someone else. Why don't you just stay here and live a few more minutes? ”

"No, you can take me with you! You will, Duckley! ”

Adar could see that Darkley was serious, and that the lowly skeleton really intended to keep himself here and let the witcher vent his anger.

Adalton felt a sense of absurdity, he was the Duke of the Nilfgaard Empire!

But then the heat of the wildfire, as well as the armies fighting each other and fleeing, brought him back to his senses and returned to reality.

"I can change my clothes just like you! It's full of corpses! Do me a favor, and when I return to the city of the Golden Tower alive, I can swear to the Great Sunwheel! You will become a magnate! Aristocrat! ”

"As long as you help me change my clothes, we can go together! You will be prosperous and rich! ”

Adar grabbed Duckley's ankle and looked at him earnestly.

As long as you gamble, you can get enough capital to eat for a few lifetimes, which sounds really good.

"But I don't want to bet right now, my lord."

The Duke's eyes widened in panic.

"People like us, working is gambling on our lives. But because of this, when we have done enough work, we can get a sense of whether we can win or not. ”

Duckley smiled and crouched down, breaking the duke's fingers one by one.

"You've seen how scary that witcher is. I don't want to add any risk in front of him. ”

With that, Duckley jumped off the platform with his hands and feet, blending in with the thousands of people who had collapsed and scattered.

"Don't Leave Me Behind"

Only Duke Adal was left to scream as he twitched his broken leg on the wagon.

"Duckley! The Commander has blended into the crowd! There's a commander in the crowd, a witcher! Don't let him go! Don't let him go! ”

Resentment, fear, anger. The mixture of emotions made the voice like the wail of a demon.

Duckley, who had already mingled with countless rebels, lowered his helmet with his hand and smiled.

Shout, Duke. That's all you can do in the end.

Resentment that makes people laugh.

With a swing of his wrist, Duckley stabbed his sword through the jaw of his helmet into the head of a red-eyed rebel.

Then continue running towards the edge of the col.

The psyker is now watching the fluctuations of the minds of a large number of soldiers, and this observation is not at all subtle, so it is not too laborious.

But the psionists were able to identify the lucky few soldiers who had escaped from the cracks of the wildfires from these fluctuating positions.

That's what they're looking for.

In the distance, Duckley glanced cautiously with his eyes.

The heat of the wildfire sends the ashes flying upwards and then dissipates in the fiery red background.

The huge figure, silently standing on a small slope with his sword in hand, seemed to be quietly watching the collapse and confusion of the two thousand Legions of Nifgaard, killing each other, and regaining his strength

That's fine.

Duckley thought to himself.

The witcher also needed to rest, and he couldn't find himself in the midst of a chaotic army of thousands.

He probably didn't even know he existed, did he?

The temperature was getting hotter and hotter, and the beads of sweat on Duckley's forehead were already running down his eyes.

This made him squeeze his eyelids hard.

But after he blinked his eyes a few times, his movements froze abruptly!

And so on Witcher. Where's the run!?

On that small slope in the distance, there was nothing in the fiery red background!

"Boom!"

And the peculiar banging sound like a church bell suddenly appeared behind Duckley!

The sensation of minced meat and blood splattered on the back armor is so unique.

Almost without hesitation, Duckley immediately raised his left hand and blocked back!

The moment he turned around, he could only see that the originally crazy and chaotic Nilfgaard soldiers behind him had suddenly been emptied of a large area!

Blood red takes over everything!

Immediately after, the armarmor of his left hand violently exploded into sparks, and the force transmitted from the armarmor to his body, throwing him out as if he had been hit by a carriage.

After several rolls in the blood-soaked mud, the bulges and gaps in the armor filled with blood, minced flesh, and scattered human tissue, Duckley rolled to his feet with the force of the impact, staggered and took two steps back before he could stand firm.

On his armarmor, the runic glow of chaos magic loomed.

He knew now what it was like to be slashed by that great sword, the witcher, even though he might have just been slashed at the end.

"Shit, smallpox and plague, enchanted armour can't hold it!?"

Duckley shuddered and hid his left hand behind him.

And his eyes didn't dare to move at the witcher who was standing not far away.

"You made your decision a little faster than I expected, which shows that your decision was quite decisive."

The massive sword was slung to the witcher's shoulder, and blood was still dripping from it.

Against the dim background of the firelight, the glowing cat's eyes looked silently at Duckley.

"No, be merciful, sir! I just want to go back alive, I'm just a soldier, I still have it at home."

"At this point, it's no fun to pretend again, right, Commander?"

Lan En tilted his head.

"Or as the duke calls it, your name is Duckley?"

So, after a slight silence, Duckley's trembling waist stopped shaking and turned into a steady bend ready to go.

His face under the helmet was very ugly.

"What do you mean when you said, 'Sooner than you expected?'"

"What else could it mean? Do you really think that I am going to kill you with one sword at a time? That would be dull and inefficient, and wildfires would not be very reliable. Like now, aren't you ready to find your way through the cracks in the burning zone? ”

Lan En calmly asked him rhetorically, as if he couldn't figure out how he could ask such an unqualified question.

"Of course you're going to kill yourselves."

"I can kill hundreds of people, and wildfires can kill thousands. But in this beast barrage of flames, you can kill most of the rest yourself. ”

"All I have to do is intimidate you so that you forget why you are fighting with your comrades. After all, in a state of fear and nervousness, the fragile human mind naturally does a lot of illogical things, and I just need one of you to start, and everything can start naturally. ”

"And as I said, you made your decision a little bit quicker than I expected, which really saved me some energy."

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