And the tactical deception that Lane had carried out before was only to hope that the Nilfgaard would deploy a warlock with chaos magic by the side of each high-ranking officer as an auxiliary judgment for his battlefield insight.

Pure insight to find out the command headquarters, in this huge battlefield can take more than ten minutes to gather information.

But with a Warlock with Chaos Magic as a marker, this aid can increase his efficiency by more than ten times!

And nowadays, when the communication of warlocks is woven into a network.

Lan's [Spiritual Vision] was withdrawn from the sky and looked southwest.

He had found the place where the information on the Internet was most frequently circulated, and there was no doubt that all the battlefield information should be summarized at the commander-in-chief's post.

"Found it."

Within ten minutes of entering the battlefield, he had already found Menno Kuhoorn's command post.

Originally, he had to cross the entire battlefield, because [Vision] didn't make him improve much in terms of visual distance. He needs to measure the entire battlefield with his legs.

But now, Menno Kuhoorn's 'genius move' has done him a great favor.

"It's going to be a rush, and it's not a short walk."

Lan glanced sideways at Lincoln beside him, and the boy was on horseback level with him.

"We can hold on, to be exact." Lincoln calmly and confidently reported to Rann.

"All of our exercises and plans so far have been for one purpose – not to be left behind. So."

The half-grown boy looked directly at the cat's eyes on horseback and bowed to Lane.

"Please do your best."

The corners of the witcher's mouth curled slightly.

On the top of the mountain, the surviving Northern Coalition army looked at the tall figure in a daze, turning into a black shadow at a speed that was not inferior to that of a war horse.

The other knight, who had been standing next to the man a moment ago, shouted to the hill with his spear in hand.

"Keep this fire scorpion siege crossbow! Hold one's ground! Stick to the original strategic deployment! ”

In Lincoln's mind, the change in the Nilfgaard people was insignificant.

Because after his adults enter the field, even if it is a change, it will be forcibly broken back!

All of them took it for granted.

The soldiers on the hill looked at each other, none of them had ever seen this force of only sixty people.

None of them had ever seen the shouting knight.

But Lincoln's tone was steadfast and confident, no more than the biggest official they had ever met.

So the soldiers on the hill subconsciously stood upright: "Understand, sir! Yes, sir! ”

——

And inside the command post where Menno Kuhoun was.

"Woo!"

Furringira Vigo, who was originally looking at the sky with her eyes facing the sky and her pupils flickering with the light of chaos magic, suddenly changed!

Her hands subconsciously covered her flanks, and she let out a cry of pain as if she had been cut into her body by a sharp blade.

Suddenly, in the busy command post, the staff officers and clerks beside Frigila Vigo immediately nervously supported her. The papers in his hand were scattered all over the ground.

"Ma'am? Lady? ”

Menno Kuhoun also immediately walked over with concern.

This sorceress is now the eyes and mouth that the command post uses to coordinate the entire battlefield. Except for the marshal himself, she can't have an accident if anything happens to her!

The sorceress, on the other hand, bent her body on the ground like a boiled prawn, her mouth open but she only inhaled vigorously, and did not breathe.

"Doctor!"

The marshal immediately arranged for ambulance, but the military doctor, who was specially assigned to the marshal, found nothing after examining the sorceress.

Just say it's a 'panic attack'.

It took two minutes for Frigila Vigo to regain her steady breathing when she barely managed to flatten her tense, arched body.

"What's the matter with you?"

Menno Kuhoun asked her in a tone close to scrutiny.

"Yes, a warlock died." Fringilla gasped as she clutched her still-pounding heart. "Our communication was telepathic, and the fear and pain of his death were transmitted to me at the same time, so it hurt and terror!"

Hearing the news of the Warlock's death, Menno Cuhoun's eyes immediately narrowed.

The sense of foreboding in his heart was reawakened because of these words.

"Do you know how he died? Who killed him? ”

"I don't know, it's too fast." Fringira shook her head, "He couldn't react to anything, and the whole person was shot through, from here." ”

As she spoke, the sorceress pointed to the flank she had been subconsciously covering just now.

Menno Kuhoun immediately realized that that was where the kidneys were. If this place was really shot through from behind, it would indeed die very quickly, and even the murderer's face could not be seen.

Was it an accident?

The marshal tried to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and after asking for the number of the dead warlock of Frigila, he asked the clerk to find the relevant information at once.

"We just transferred a Fire Scorpion siege crossbow to his unit, and if the northerners uphold an attitude of reciprocal confrontation and also transfer a ballista, this is very likely."

The clerk reports to the marshal after compiling the information.

"Will they be able to move the equipment as fast as we can?"

Menno Kuhoun said with a cold face.

"It's possible, Marshal. First of all, the ballista they transferred over may not be a very large, difficult to move spec. Secondly, perhaps there is a storage point for ballistas near them. It is true that we are much more efficient in exchanging information than the other side, but we are still far from being able to see through all the secrets of the entire battlefield. ”

The clerk felt that this was not a big deal, the death or injury of a warlock, and the biggest accident was that there was no accident on the battlefield.

In fact, the warlock was now in an accident, which made the clerk feel relieved.

Many people actually subconsciously believe in the saying 'conservation of luck'.

If one aspect of the luck is too good, then there may be other bad luck waiting on the way. It's better to be average.

Menno Kuhoun pursed his lips, reluctantly agreeing with these statements.

So he turned to Fringilla, who was still holding her flank, and asked, "How is you doing now?" We haven't received a message from the troops below for forty minutes, and we haven't given orders. ”

The marshal's eyes were like those of a falcon, and he would not be polite because of Frigila's distant kinship with the Emperor.

If letting this woman die can win the war, then with Menno Kuhoun's understanding of the emperor, he must not even have half a second of hypocrisy.

Fringira was clearly a clever sorceress.

She took a deep breath and let herself tremble to her feet: "I'm fine, Lord Marshal. ”

"Very well, let's get started."

And so on Frigila's face, which broke out in a cold sweat from the pain and fear of death, the chaotic magic light in her eyes ignited again.

But this time, after less than a second of connection, Frigila quickly retreated.

Her face was now even paler than it had been before.

"What's going on?"

Mennon Kuhoun had been keeping an eye on the sorceress, and when he saw this expression, the uneasiness in his heart suddenly rose.

"No, it's gone."

The sorceress said with trembling lips.

"What's 'missing'?! Make it clear, sorceress! Has your brain been damaged by magic? ”

The marshal's iron-gloved palm pinched the delicate shoulder of the sorceress and asked loudly.

Fringilla cowered.

"The link to the ten warlocks is missing."

It was as if time had stood still in this tent, and the expressions of the clerks, clerks, and staff officers were frozen in this moment.

Their brains don't even dare to comprehend the meaning of the sentence.

The heart began to beat wildly, the salivary glands secreted rapidly due to tension, and a shivering sensation that could not be said to have swept through the body.

"He's coming."

Mennon Kuhoun, at this time, subconsciously said the long-standing uneasiness in his heart.

Although at this time, he may not know what he is talking about.

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