Lan calmly watched the portal that had rapidly shrunk into a small dot in midair.

At this time, there were many corpses lying on the ground in fragments, and those were the commanders and staff officers he had just killed in a very short time.

These people wore all sorts of amulets and enchanted gear, and while they made it easier for Rann to find them, they did make them harder to kill.

And there are many others, who stare blankly at the vanished portal, as if they dare not face the reality that they have been abandoned.

Lan En didn't care about them anymore at this time, but walked towards the wind wall of the flame tornado.

With a slash of his hand, the tornado of flames suddenly appeared with a swollen crack.

Lan walked out, and the people behind him who wanted to take the opportunity to follow him were caught by the closing flame tornado.

There was a scorched flesh and screams.

Beyond the Flame Tornado is also a battlefield, and Lincoln's squad is strangling the outlying soldiers in this camp.

They did not fight easily, because the soldiers in the command post of the Arch Guard Corps were all strong-willed elites.

Even if they were overwhelmed by Lan En's wave, their establishment did not completely collapse, but still retained the cooperation of a small group.

But even so, the 'Embers' are still methodically reducing their numbers layer by layer.

This guerrilla force that survived from the refugee regiment, under the effect of independent initiative, has grown rapidly to the extent that it can collide with the elite of Nilfgaard and occupy an advantage.

"Great, great." Lincoln tugged at the reins and drove the equally panting horse over, "Whew, what's going on?" ”

"Portal." Lan En pointed to the flame tornado behind him, which had begun to weaken, "That sorceress is quite competent. ”

"Really?"

Lincoln replied unsurprised.

"That's a pity. Her hard-working skills are going to disappear today. ”

The two men didn't seem to have the slightest regret for letting the target run away from their hands.

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A portal appears in the middle of the forest.

The only few commanders and staff officers remained. and Menno Kuhoun and Frigila Vigo, staggering out of the portal in turn.

They fell to their knees and began to gasp, retch, and clutch their heads.

I don't care about the dirt, broken leaves, and mud on the ground of this mountain forest.

It no longer looks like the top commander of the invincible Nilfgaard army in the world, but like a group of desperate routs.

"What the hell is this place?"

The marshal first relieved himself with his strong will, and scolded in a low voice.

"This is not the teleportation point we booked! Frigila Vigo, what's going on? ”

"I'm not in good shape." The sorceress was no longer polite at this point.

Whoever saves the other party's life will have a little confidence in speaking.

"I've been working for too long, and the horror of the Deathorlock is still swirling in my head, and that witcher is going to drive me crazy! How accurate do you expect me to be?! ”

"Well, this should not be far from our destination, walk forward!"

Mennonite Kuhoun endured the vertigo of passing through the portal, quickly determined where they were, and prepared to head to the teleportation point they had booked.

It was a barracks that served as a reserve.

The survivors present did not dare to delay, even though they were uncomfortable at this moment, but as soon as they remembered the figure that forced them out of the command post, their legs suddenly gained strength.

They began to advance deep and shallow through the winter woodland.

They have been in the military for a long time, and they haven't done these physical activities for a long time.

"There is a problem with our judgment, a big problem! If we don't solve this problem, we won't be able to do anything about that witcher! ”

After a long struggled walk, one of the commanders spoke up.

Maybe everyone didn't notice it, or maybe they didn't want to find out, when he said a certain word, the shoulders of everyone present shook unconsciously.

The invincible Nilfgaard Legion was swept directly from the headquarters. The psychological impact of this act on them is unprecedented.

After all, no one in the world knows better how powerful this army is than the commander of it.

And when they fail, these commanders will also be even more painful.

They had never encountered such an enemy, and with the strength of one person, they carried out precise maneuvers on the battlefield, broke through all the positions they encountered along the way, and the commander was all swept away with precision, and then rushed directly to the headquarters as if they had known it for a long time!

Such an enemy, what the hell is going on with him?!

The commander's voice was hoarse and resolute, like the howl of a desperate wolf.

"We were wrong from the start, weren't we? That mutant is not afraid of magic, and even eighty percent of them can find it because of magic! ”

"Enough, Sir Shane!"

Before the commander could point the finger at the warlock, or rather at his own decision, Menno Kuhoun told him to shut up.

But prestige in the military is simple and straightforward: if you win, you will be respected, and if you lose, you will be criticized.

Menno Kuhoun certainly had prestige, and he helped Nilfgaard win an unknown number of battles. But that was before today.

"I'm speaking for the Empire's strategy, and you're going to shut me up too?"

"What kind of strategy is a strategy for dealing with a person?"

"But isn't the policy of dealing with that person still a strategy for the Empire?!"

Sir Shane's unceremonious questioning left the still uncomfortable marshal speechless.

"Wake up! This battle is going to be lost! Because of one person! That damn 'one man'! ”

Everyone kept walking, but they all fell silent.

After a long time, the marshal spoke: "I will take responsibility for this defeat, but the most important thing for now is to re-establish the chain of command, and then let the army break through to the south, withdraw from the stalemate, and return to our occupied territory." ”

"Go back in the name of failure? Could it be that the reputation of the undefeated army of Nilfgaard is going to be ruined in our hands? ”

Shane was still unrelenting, and at this moment, Menno Kuhoun suddenly turned his head, as if he had just realized what this former subordinate was trying to do.

"We can't afford to fail." Sir Shane's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth.

"Our reputation for invincibility is more than just honor! It's even more of a benefit! You know it in your heart! ”

Nilfgaard was a slave empire for which the vassal states were markets for dumped goods and objects of exploitation.

Every year, there are uprisings within the empire or in the vassal states. And even if the uprisings were so frequent, they were only under the common understanding that the Nilfgaard army was invincible.

This realization was created one by one by the Nilfgaard Legion during the expansion of the Empire!

Why is Caranther of Sintra called a 'lioness'? In large part because people admired her and really dared to take the initiative to express their hostility towards Nilfgaard.

Even though Nilfgaard's coveting of Sintra had long been obvious, the fact that he dared to fight back is enough to show that Caranthor is a ruthless man and a 'lion'.

And if even this common perception that suppresses everything disappears, will the northerners still be afraid of them? How much more chaos will there be in the empire and in the territory of the subjects?

Uprising, rebellion, secession, subversion.

Cognitive gains can collapse overnight.

In addition, the problems that can be solved by intimidating the army may need to be suppressed in the future by sending troops to fight with real money.

The extra cost will be incalculable!

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