"Arrows! Have the arrows arrived?! The archer unit will be changed for five more shifts, and the bow and arrow reserves will be exhausted! ”

Wizmir is in contact with the officers about the flow of supplies and support.

He stayed up all night, and he was so anxious that the corners of his mouth were now a little ulcerated.

The cloudy eyes were staring in confusion, but in the scorching situation, he had to force his old and tired body to cheer up.

Foltest, on the other hand, was mainly responsible for frontal battlefield affairs.

"How many warlocks are still fighting?"

He watched the tide of people fighting on the hill in the distance, and asked the clerk on the side.

The Registrar's data came from a number of observers who were observing the battlefield through monoculars.

"There are still ten warlocks fighting, but their mana is significantly decreasing."

The rate of weakening the number of Nilfgaard troops is also significantly decreasing.

So far, the 30,000 routs of Nilfgaard have been bombarded indiscriminately by the warlocks, and only 20,000 have been left in the interception and fighting of the northern coalition forces.

In normal times, even immortals can't withstand this kind of battle damage, and the legion should have collapsed a long time ago.

But the Nilfgaard were in a state of collapse.

They are not fighting now, but surviving!

The situation of being completely encircled is in front of us, and everyone knows it: the northerners don't want you to go, and if they want to go home alive, they have to be killed!

As a result, the will to fight of the Nilfgaard people persevered in the face of such exaggerated battle losses.

This is also the reason why Len thinks that the two king commanders are too reckless and inexperienced.

They thought that the arrangement of the nets had stimulated the will to survive of the Nilfgaard army.

Foltest was now in such a hurry that he was sweating profusely in the middle of winter.

The killing efficiency cannot keep up, and the front responsible for encirclement will have to bear more intense pressure.

Unable to bear it and the defense line collapses, these veterans killed from the Shura field will be able to return to the Nilfgaard occupation area without any problems.

In less than a week, you can form a corps again!

As for mental illness or something, the army in this era is originally a high-pressure internal and external cruel environment, and you can have mental illness if you stay normally, who cares about this?

At this time, an observer put down the monocular in his hand with a strange face, walked into the tent of the command post, and muttered to the clerk.

Then, as if it would be contagious, the faces of the two men became equally strange.

The clerk looked at the observer and the expression was, 'You can't joke about this.'"

Foltest was upset and anxious at this moment, and when he saw the two people muttering, he simply raised his head and scolded.

"If you have something, just say it! Which Warlock have we lost? ”

"No, none of us have anything to lose, Your Majesty. But there is a detachment on the Umbrella Mushroom Mountain that is rampage under the banner of Sintra."

Before the clerk could finish speaking, Foltest waved impatiently.

"Eighty percent of the Sintra guerrillas are here to join in the fun, tell them to behave in a proper manner, or get out of the way! This is a large-scale battle, not a guerrilla fight! ”

"If they dare to rampage through our front, then."

"But, Your Majesty." The clerk licked his lips nervously, interrupting the apparently unfriendly King. "They're not on a rampage in our line, they're in the Nilfgaards."

Huh? How many of them are there? ”

"Only. Dozens. ”

“.”

Foltest was visibly stunned for five or six seconds before snatching the monocular from the observer's hand and walking outside the tent.

His armor rattled with anxious steps, and when he reached the tent, he almost snapped the monocular of the telescope into his eye sockets.

The distant scene was shown to his eyes by the lenses, and then his mouth opened unconsciously, and his pupils contracted.

He was both shocked by what he saw and because he had met an acquaintance of his.

"Sintra's. Lanne? The Witcher!? ”

——

"Boom !!"

Like the sound of a church bell, it resounded in the roaring and screaming Shura field.

The voice was too penetrating, too recognizable, too suppressive.

So much so that the soldiers who were already red-eyed and murderous in their minds couldn't help but look in the direction from which the sound came!

Immediately, the expressions of these people were very similar to those of Foltex in the distance.

Lan En, who has completed the development of bones and muscles, will not change much even after a full set of surgeries.

With a net height of two meters and five, he wears the Bear School's grandmaster-level heavy armor.

His height and dimension are highlighted to the extreme in this dense battlefield of ordinary people!

The Nilfgaard's tall winged helmet could only reach his chin, and the top of his head only reached the front of his chest!

The width of two people is not necessarily comparable to that of one person!

A Space Marine with an all-round body enhancement is such an image in the eyes of mortals.

And now, this burly warrior is unusually tall, with a large sword in his forehand that looks like it makes people's legs tremble.

One-hit sweep! Seven or eight people in the fan-shaped area are directly divided into two!

Everyone who saw this scene looked stunned as if their brains hadn't reacted yet.

This is another manifestation that differs from the lethality of spells.

And now it looks undoubtedly even more terrifying!

Superhuman phobia.

Len understands how these people feel, because in the interstellar empire of humanity, people there also experience this symptom.

Everywhere the Space Marines passed, they always had this symptom.

A Space Marine is more tall and stronger than a human can reach, cloaked in the shape of a demigod.

The purpose of this trait is self-evident, and the Space Marines were designed by the Emperor to fight and kill.

The mere sight of these creatures approaching a target with murderous violence can make onlookers feel creepy.

And after the Space Marines really move at high speed, this feeling will be magnified exponentially!

The movement of the Space Marines does not match their heavy form.

Their generally superior muscle control and efficiency allow them to move more delicately, powerfully, and precisely than ever imagined.

Large, belligerent, and as efficient and swift as a venomous serpent appeared in front of ordinary people

Ordinary people sometimes describe it this way: you will understand that the god exists, and his demigods are walking among mortals!

Now, in this medieval world with magical powers, for the first time, the people on the battlefield are suffering from the same disease as ordinary people in the interstellar age.

An instinctive fear of superhuman existence.

Lan lowered his center of gravity and held the [Turbidity Current] at his side.

The eyes that had turned on the [Vision] shook rapidly in their sockets, and the nervous response captured a large amount of information.

This information is then processed, analyzed, and exported to the retina by Mentos.

And when the battle plan was drawn up on the spot, the stumps and severed arms that were cut down by Lan En had not even had time to land.

"The location is determined. Come on. ”

The huge body can't be captured by these people at all when it is activated!

Only the 'embers', who had slightly adapted to the rhythm of Lan's battle, clamped the horse's belly at the same time.

Lincoln's rifle in his hand raised: "Keep up!" Charge! ”

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