The shouts of killing resounded in the sky that night.

The 50,000 Nifgaard regular army abandoned the rules, and the command never gave orders again. It's just a rush of brains, with the mentality that victory is already on the verge of victory.

Then he was hit on the head by the Northern Coalition Front, which was waiting for him, and broke his blood.

The neighing of war horses, the sound of collapse caused by the burning of various large war instruments, the war cries and wails of humans.

The glow of the flames shone in the sky throughout the mountainous region.

The sixty men of Ember slept soundly on the hill because the one who kept vigil for them was the witcher they believed in unconditionally.

This small hill was found by Lanne, a place that made no sense to both warring parties, so no matter how chaotic the fighting down there was, it had nothing to do with the hill.

The black smoke from the burning of corpses and wood soared upward, and from time to time, a rain of arrows would burst out of the black smoke and spill a large patch.

The army of the Nilfgaard did not realize that something was wrong until seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

- They are not facing an enemy who is about to be crushed and has nothing but reap the rewards of battle.

And it wasn't until the second half of the night that the rout began.

When the charge begins, everything is irretrievable.

Charging means abandoning your current position and going straight to the enemy's position.

This, of course, will fail, and then the establishment will collapse. But escaping doesn't mean you're regrouping.

It is also impossible to return to the original position, because defending the position requires people, and it needs many people who are organized, easy to command, and have clear responsibilities between the upper and lower levels.

It was a difficult night battle, and soldiers could get lost during the normal march. These scattered soldiers don't even know where their formations are, where are they going to get these people?

As a result, the original position was also lost because of the lack of manpower, and it could only retreat, retreating vigorously, and retreating continuously, and finally it would evolve into a completely out of control rout.

And what woke up the people on the hill was a loud war song.

The Nilfgaard people have been defeated, and even the Northern Coalition forces that had fought bloodily in this land have already sung their songs.

They sang excitedly as they dragged their bodies, tired all night, to clean up the battlefield.

"We're ready, my lord."

Lincoln ran to Lanne's side first, and after a night's rest, they had regained their energy again.

And in the face of the plan to go to the fiercest and most dangerous battlefield, no one among them complained, no one was dissatisfied.

On the contrary, all of them are gearing up and impatient.

Of course, they knew that they were not immortal, but as long as they thought of being able to go to the battlefield under the leadership of adults and meet the enemy, then the incomparably surging emotions would come to their hearts.

Glory, righteous vengeance, reverence for the leader. All kinds of emotions are mixed together.

When Lan En looked at each of them, their eyes looked like they were filled with fire!

So there was no need to say anything more.

Everyone turned over and embarked on the road to Umbrella Mushroom Mountain.

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The battle was full of twists and turns, starting with all the troops of the Northern Coalition being hung up and beaten by Menno Kuhoun with inferior intelligence.

Losses and morale went all the way to the bottom. Almost everyone thought they were going to be able to hold on.

But in the end, the tide of the battle returned to the original plan of the Northern Alliance.

They defeated the Nelphgaards, and finally drove the defeated Nefgaards into their pre-planned circle, ready to be wiped out.

As Lan En had speculated without knowing it, the location and topography of Umbrella Mushroom Mountain were the perfect location.

"But now something is wrong."

Foltest stared at the table with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and propped himself up on the table, looking down at the map on the table.

With a 'bang', his fist slammed into the table.

"In the stalemate, too few of the Nilfgaard were wiped out, and then they were defeated too quickly last night! So much so that now the number of routs is much greater than we expected! ”

"What should we do if the defensive line and encirclement set up earlier can't withstand the impact of so many routs? Is it possible to let these Nilfgaard veterans return to the occupied area safe and sound, and be transformed into a new formation?! ”

"So what's the point of fighting this battle?"

In the tent, Vizmere's face was more tired than that of Foltest, after all, he was older and more tired from staying up late.

All of them didn't close their eyes all night last night, and now, after confirming victory, they directly moved their headquarters to the vicinity of Umbrella Mushroom Mountain.

It is to command the final encirclement and suppression.

This encirclement and suppression can be said to be the greatest post-war gain of this battle, and they must not let go of this opportunity to leave behind a large number of Nilfgaard veterans.

These veterans are living war potential.

After returning to the occupied area of Nilfgaard, they basically recuperated for a few days, and they were once again alive and kicking up and down.

Therefore, whether it was as bargaining chips for reparations after the war, hostages, or to weaken the Nilfgaard army, these people had to die here, or surrender and be captured alive.

But you just can't run away!

So, the two kings set their sights on Vigo Fortez.

"Now's the time for the warlocks to get their hands dirty. At least 30,000 enemies are densely packed on that hill and at the foot of the mountain, and we need warlocks to inflict massive damage in a short period of time to reduce their numbers. ”

"Only magic can do that now."

The handsome archmage stood up and nodded gracefully: "That's why we're here too. ”

"I've heard that among the warlocks who came to their aid, voices of discontent are beginning to appear. They don't want to set foot on a dangerous battlefield and prefer to stay in their own research labs. ”

Vizmir cautiously questioned the leader of the Warlocks.

Wigo Fortez, on the other hand, did not seem to care about the situation in the king's mouth, and replied with a smile.

"We're all smart people, so don't worry about us not being able to help. To put it bluntly: we warlocks can be advisors to the king in the north, or technical shareholders of a certain chamber of commerce, but in the empire, we can only be loyal doglegs of the emperor at the top. ”

"We can tell which side we belong to, Your Majesty."

His tone was so good that it seemed that to make these unruly and cowardly warlocks obedient, and to him it was just a matter of saying what could be done.

"We will remember your performance in this war."

The two kings spoke in a deep voice, and asked the clerk behind them to record the words.

This is equivalent to giving a promise.

Wigo Fortez easily picked up his steel-looking staff with his fingers, and turned to coordinate the warlocks into battle.

And as he walked to the door, Foltest's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Master, there is one more thing that must be paid attention to"

King Temeria's voice was cautious and contemplative.

"The one that broke Nilfgaard's entire chain of command.' Stuff'. We must be careful, after all, the warlocks gathered here today are very large in terms of quality and quantity. ”

The pace of the battle was so fast that the current northern command post had not yet figured out what the 'thing' that collapsed the opponent's command system at such a rapid pace was.

Is it an ancient evil presence in some Soden region? Or is it an ancient power that specializes in hunting warlocks?

The two kings only thought that this 'thing' was even more terrible than the army of Nilfgaard!

But Vigo Fortez didn't look back, just an interested smile on his lips from an angle that no one could see.

"Of course, we'll pay attention."

He will come.

Wigo Fortez thought to himself as he spoke.

Let me see what that 'thing' is!

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