At the end of everything, Len actually felt a little struggling to bring Stuart, an ordinary person.

He stood at the exit of the col and pulled out the [North Wind] bomb that had been infused with magic by the archmage from the alchemy leather bag on his back waist.

Just one was thrown down, and this ordinary soldier of Nilfgaard spent hundreds of manpower to extinguish the flame fence.

The flames seemed to be suppressed by the cold for a moment.

The scorching air becomes cooler.

Duke Adar, who had been pushed into the pile of dead by Rann and entangled with corpses, watched with tears in his eyes.

Why. Why did the mountain fire, which buried his entire army full of strong troops, not form an obstacle in front of a mere demon hunter?! Why?!

His eyes were red as if he were about to eat people, and his still able hands and one foot were desperately lying and moving in the mess of corpses.

In his eyes, there was only a little coolness and an exit in the vast fire.

However, just as the tall figure who had carved out a way to live walked out, he threw a small ball behind him.

As a result, the flames that had been temporarily suppressed by the cold regained their vigor with a 'bang'.

Right in front of Adar, just before he almost climbed into that living path.

One [North Wind] is used to go out, and one [Dragon's Dream] is used to close the door.

For the Nelfgaards, the fire that destroyed their entire division, Lane could have walked away at any time.

The reason he'd been staying inside with the Nilfgaard was just to prevent the Nilfgaard inside from using any particular method.

For example, send a signal to some warlock in the distance to open a portal or something.

Of course, this kind of high-end and magnanimous action can only benefit the noblest waves, after all, even an archmage of Tishaya's level, her portal can't be opened too far, and it can't be maintained too long.

And the noble Duke Adar Epp Darcy is undoubtedly the most powerful and wealthy group of people in the Nilfgaard Empire. The Warlocks of the Empire probably wouldn't be the first to be the dogs of the Darcy family.

But it was these 'noble men' who started the war that Lane was bound to kill, and he didn't care much about the other Nilfgaard ordinary soldiers.

That's why Lan En killed the legions in the col until they collapsed.

One is to ensure that the Nilfgaard army loses its organization and is unable to respond to the wildfires with the strength of a group.

The second is to make sure that there are no new Chaos Mana fluctuations here, that is, new warlocks.

As Lan helped Stewart, who was close to cripplement, out of the burning valley behind them, the terrible roar and curse of Duke Adar who was only one step away from life but was blocked back.

The sound was mixed with the screams of the remaining Nilfgaard soldiers, the murmurs of pain, and the 'whirring' of the wildfires.

It's like the sound of demonic breath floating out of a burning cavern deep underground.

Twisted and terrifying.

And after Lan En came out, he unexpectedly but reasonably saw a group of people.

On the ridges on both sides of the exit of the crater, a white man who had been tied to the back of his head was in disarray, and the blade of the sword in his hand was stained with blood and grease.

Behind him were about twenty people.

Looking behind him, a set of High Bear School armor that Gerd had inherited from Rann had already burst out of the cotton armor in many places, and then the snow-white cotton was blackened by the ashes flying on the mountain, making it look dirty.

And apart from the bard, who still wears the hat with the heron feather on his head, the most eye-catching is actually Ciri.

She was now struggling to carry a normal Bear School steel sword, which had only one blood stain on it, and on her left cheek, there was a sharp weapon scar that pierced through her upper and lower eye sockets.

They fought hard.

With a little thought, Lan knew that they were on the mountain to intercept the rebels who were scurrying out of the cracks in the wildfire.

Those rebels were unorganized, but they were also serious Nilfgaard soldiers, with weapons and martial arts, and they had just escaped from the pile of dead people.

It's like a bunch of nervous, hungry beasts that have tasted human flesh.

But even so, all of them still had brisk expressions.

"Good work, guys."

Rann smiled hard at them.

Geralt waved his hand, as if on an ordinary day, he helped his friend an ordinary little favor.

"It's not as hard as you. You've got a big deal going on today. ”

"It's not like 'making a big deal'!" Dandrion yelled in displeasure, objecting to Geralt's statement of such understatement.

"It's going to be an epic! One man against one legion! Never! Except for the madman-like indiscriminate sorcerers like Arzu and his infamous Double Crosses, no one has ever done it! ”

Geralt, the poet's old friend, and his new friends, seemed to be indifferent to his words, and only pouted.

"What's wrong with Ciri?"

Lan En pinched the little girl's chin with the palm of his hand, causing her to turn her head right, which had been turned in embarrassment, and to examine the scar.

You may not believe it. No, even though I've seen it with my own eyes, I still can't believe it. ”

Geralt's tone was low and emotional. Can't tell if it's distressing in this tone? Guilty? Still is.

"She was alone for a while, and the burned woods became a mess, and she would lose her vision if she wasn't careful. When I found her again, she had killed a Nephgaard with the sword that Ged had replaced, even though the man was delirious from his burns. But it still left her with a scar. ”

"It's ugly, isn't it?" Ciri's eyes hung down under Lan's gaze, and she whispered with a grin.

"No, it's brave, and it's going to have a lot of personality when healed properly. At least more than those tattooed gangsters on the street who take anesthetic powder. ”

Ciri looked up at Rann in surprise.

The witcher, who is a part-time researcher at the Academy of Magic, continued.

"And if you want to, you can go to me, this scar is not a problem."

And then, Ciri turned her head, and her face, which was originally tense from the injury, had been eased by Lan En's comfort, but after a moment, her face became even more ugly.

"Stewart."

The little girl looked at the young knight, whose entire left half of his ribs were sunken and his spine was bent because of the lack of support, and she covered her mouth violently.

"He"

"He'll be fine." Lan En said categorically.

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