The corners of Duckley's mouth twitched under the helmet.

Fear, surprise, fear. He couldn't even tell what his emotions were at this time.

Looking at those sparkling vertical pupils, Duckley could barely control the trembling of his body.

What the fuck is this?

This witcher, while slaughtering a formed Nilfgaard army, killed hundreds of people in a few dozen minutes!

On the other hand, he assessed the organizational strength of the enemy's forces in a high-intensity combat environment, and began to oppress the sanity of everyone in Nilfgaard's army in his own way.

Even, he firmly grasped the extent, size, and urgency of this sense of oppression in his own hands!

If it weren't for the fact that his gang was not originally from the Nilfgaard Military Academy, it turned out that they were all doing the dirty work of licking blood from the knife edge.

Then even if they have the heart to survive, the decision to 'collapse their own establishment' will definitely not be so simple.

Because the orthodox sergeant should at least have a sense of robes and responsibility, while these people have nothing.

And it was because of this that they would be able to act a little faster than Rann had predicted.

"You bastard. Could it be that he is a conductor who graduated from university? Ausenfort? ”

"No, not really." Rann walked towards Duckley, "I only realized after I met with a legion like yours that I could 'feel' your thoughts. ”

The Emperor's sons generally possessed the ability to control the emotions of the crowd in the face of a large base of people.

This allows them to excel in speeches, diplomacy, inspiration, engagement and so on.

And in the face of a massive enemy in formation, this control of general sentiment is still effective.

As Lan En's eyes swept over each of the Nilfgaard soldiers, he could naturally vaguely sense the tension, fear, and other emotional indicators of the enemy group.

With metrics in place, Mentos stepped in for data management.

Synthesize Lanen's actions with powerful computing power to quantify the emotional impact of each action.

Now, according to Lanne's own estimates, in ten minutes at most, even if there was no Duckley in the Nilfgaard Legion, their formation would be dismantled by any mentally broken soldier.

"Heh, hehe. Isn't it scary? ”

Duckley looked at Lan as he slowly approached, and smiled dryly.

But in his mind, messages were being sent anxiously through the psyker's telepathy.

"I was stopped, come and support immediately!"

There was originally a back and forth telepathy, but immediately after this sentence, it fell silent.

This made Darkley sneer.

In this chaotic Shura field, there should be only one person who can stop him, and his subordinates naturally know it.

Those vicious guys don't want to put themselves in it.

But if he didn't have a way to get hold of them, Duckley wouldn't be able to be the leader.

"You all have the handle in my hands, the kind of handle that even if you get out alive, all the countries of the North and the South will be on the wanted list!"

In the silence of telepathy, Duckley spoke calmly and grimly.

"Live for enjoyment, guys. We're the kind of people who do it for fun, aren't we? Even if you can leave me alive, you will have to be frightened and wander around in the future. ”

"If you have money, you can't even go to the good brothels in the city and sleep on the warm breasts of courtesans, but you can only the farmer's stinky daughter and ugly wife in the haystack of the stable in the country village. Just because the tax officer will verify the income of the courtesan in detail. Is this why you want to live?! ”

"What's more"

"He's tired now! Guys! ”

Duckley regressed as Lane approached, but he appeared confident and even a little greedy during the telepathic call.

"I can even say so much to you now, he's walking close to me! Walk! Do you understand what that means? ”

The silence in the telepathic call is unbearable, but at the end.

"Damn Duckley! You deserve to be bitten to death by the Nether Dog!. ”

Eventually, all of Duckley's surviving men in the battle arrived around him, vaguely surrounding Rann in the center.

He must be defeated in an instant.

Duckley commanded his subordinates in his heart.

Although Lan En was already panting, he didn't use any kind of 'magic' that was so fast that it made people's hearts tremble. But Duckley and the others were still not sure how much stamina the witchers had left.

They can't afford to let the witchers have the last chance to break out if they can't do it.

But even at this critical juncture, Duckley's deep mind couldn't help but think.

All your own actions. Is it also the terrible witcher in front of you. What about deliberately leading out?

He can even channel the emotions of a legion, doesn't he?

No. Can't think so.

Suddenly, Duckley swallowed hard.

If you want to survive in front of him, you must fight for the last time! There is no other way out! It's time for this!

So under the command of telepathy, a total of seven good hands with Duckley touched towards Lan En in the chaos.

Closer, closer!

In the midst of the chaos, there were even people who were completely dazed and ran past Lan En screaming.

These good players all think that they should hide well.

They clenched the enchanted equipment on their bodies, which was officially assigned by Nilfergaard, as well as the treasures that Duke Adar himself took out for this mission.

Shields, maces, swords, dwarven axes, armor. They thought that these things, which were infused with various magical functions by the magic of Chaos, could be the key to their victory.

But those enchanted instruments full of chaotic magic are all clearly visible under the [Spiritual Vision]!

"You're all together, good."

A moment before everyone was about to pounce, Lan En, who was panting, suddenly said.

Immediately, the pupils of Duckley's eyes under the helmet shrank!

At the same time, a layer of golden magic shield suddenly spread out on Yelan's body.

At the moment when the magic glow expanded, Darkley faintly saw the face of the witcher who had been illuminated for a moment.

Beneath the glittering silver hair, the handsome face that provoked jealousy was so pale that it was terrifying and bewitching.

Lan's physical strength has indeed been severely depleted, and many organs in his body that have not been fundamentally altered are screaming in a high-intensity use environment that is not compatible with mortals.

But it didn't matter, although he was on the verge of exhaustion, he still didn't feel that he would lose at the hands of these people.

So yes, Duckley's plea for help was still the result of his deliberate guidance.

He didn't know what methods Duckley was using to communicate with his subordinates, but he didn't believe that the commander who was dragging his time with him didn't have such means.

Duckley's eyes were torn, but he had reached this point, and neither telepathy nor shouting could change the status quo.

So, in his eyes, there was suddenly more despair.

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