The Embers are getting used to the tactics that follow Ran.

The first to break through, then they burst into the formation to expand the confusion, and finally achieved a landslide victory, and the enemy completely collapsed.

It's a bit of a cookie-cutter, but there is no reason to replace a good tactic as long as it has results.

Lan En looked up.

The hill is littered with the traces of horror from being bombarded with high-level spells.

Vitrified earth, huge rocks disintegrated by uneven heat, lava and frost eroded each other on a piece of ground, and rattled and rattled.

"The enemy on this half of the hillside is no longer a threat, my lord."

Lincoln gasped and rode over, wiping his face armor so that the flesh on it would not interfere with his vision.

"They're so scared that they've forgotten how to swing their swords."

"The big picture is decided."

Lan En pestled the [turbidity current] and calmly came to a conclusion.

In confronting Menno Kuhoun, he said that the Nilfgaard army had already failed, and that the follow-up battle was just a process of failure.

And now it's the same thing, Nilfgaard's original 30,000 defeated soldiers have now been killed about 10,000, and the remaining less than 20,000 don't even have the courage to swing their swords.

Although the battle of Umbrella Mushroom Mountain seems to be still fierce, these routs are doomed to not get out.

"It's not an ordinary person's battlefield, and it has nothing to do with you, do you want to take a rest here?"

Lann tilted his head and suggested to Lincoln.

The biggest headache for Lan En is that they genuinely respect themselves, but they are still assertive.

I gave them an order to rest, and if this group of people felt that they wanted to be alone and risky, then eighty percent of them would not listen to this order.

However, the situation is not bad now, and when the battle situation is decided, there should be no twists and turns.

Lincoln lifted his helmet visor and gasped.

He first looked at Lan En's state and confirmed that although his adult was sweating and his body temperature was elevated, he was still in good shape.

Then he looked back at the state of the 'Embers'.

In a crowded encirclement battle, they slaughtered from the defense line to the mountain, and followed Lan En over and over again to slaughter those warlocks and the troops in front of them like ploughing, they were indeed on the verge of limiting.

It's just that Lan En is standing in front of them now, supported by an inexplicable sense of faith in his heart, so he didn't fall off his horse.

Even if Lan En said that he would rush another round at this time, these people would probably follow without saying a word.

"Then we'll take a short break near this halfway up the mountain. People don't get off their horses, and their armor doesn't get off their bodies. ”

Lincoln finally made a reasonable judgment, bowing to Lan on horseback and reminding him repeatedly.

"My lord, please let us know immediately if you need it."

"Of course. I'm not polite to you. ”

Lanne's palm slapped Lincoln's arm, making his armor 'click'.

Being alone allows Lan to speed up to the fastest.

The abundance of spells has caused the air at the top of the mountain to smell of chaotic magic, and has also created many dangerous environments.

The Northern Coalition and the Nilfgaards, both want to quickly take out the other's warlocks and disarm the other from inflicting mass destruction.

Therefore, the intensity of the war was not even lower than that of the defensive line at the foot of the mountain.

Lan's [Vision] was not very useful here, because the air was filled with the smell of chaos magic, and he could no longer clearly see the magic reactions of those low-level warlocks.

However, the huge magic power of the archmage level is still very bright in this environment.

On his way to the top of the mountain, Rann passed several warlocks who had been besieged by the Nilfgaards, and the shield guards who were tasked with protecting them.

The Nilfgaard rout, who had suppressed the shield guards with their numerical superiority and threatened the safety of the mage, were instantly crushed by the blade of the [Turbidity Current] in front of Lane.

Or be swept into the sky by the air blade of [Dragon Flash].

The roars of the Nilfgaard that they used to inspire themselves and courage soon turned into screams and screams.

In order to survive, the weak who are crazy are just weak.

These warlocks were unaware of the situation of the battle, and were powerless to observe their surroundings in the threat of life and death.

After all, they were still carefully calculating every spell for their own lives in the last moment, dodging arrows, throwing stones, and enemy spells that could fly from any angle.

Like these Nilfgaard people who desperately want to make a way out, if not worse than them.

These usually pampered archmages are now almost crazy by the cruelty of the battlefield.

They were trembling and their eyes were bloodshot, but their solid fundamentals kept their tongues clear when they were singing.

So when Rann devastated and quickly destroyed the horde of Nilfgaard who had nearly killed them, most of these warlocks were still in a state of overwhelm.

"That's . What is that? ”

Ledcliffe, of Orson Ford, asked the captain of the shield guard beside him with trembling and hollow eyes.

"That's not my hallucination, is it? There's a humanoid golem or something, saving us from being nearly chopped down by the Nilfgaards, right? ”

"I'm afraid it's not a 'humanoid' or a 'golem', sir."

The Shield Captain tucked his gloves under his helmet, wiped the sweat that was about to enter his eyes, and blew his nose before speaking.

"I've seen those eyes, and they should be witchers. But I'm not so sure, after all, that figure. Who knows? Anyway, the result is - we are alive. ”

"Thank you to the witcher, sir. By the way, it's time for you to keep casting. There are quite a few black dogs. ”

Lann continued to walk upwards.

As he got closer and closer to these high-level spells, he even used the Sword of the Lake Maiden to slice through those high-level spells that would affect him.

There are more and more things that can be seen, and the strange sensations in my mind are telling the growth of 'vision'.

His Psionic Vision is being satisfied in the process of 'slaughtering and dismembering' these spells.

With this strange satisfaction in his mind, Lan En caught a glimpse of a magical fluctuation that seemed familiar to him.

His ability to distinguish the fluctuations of chaotic magic power can already be accurate to the individual.

But Lan didn't care about the growth of the 'vision' at this moment, because he recognized this familiar fluctuation.

"Rita?!"

Without thinking much about it, the secret method on the [Old Hunter's Leg Bone] was activated by Lan En. In an instant, the figure of the demon hunter who had been sprinting continuously turned into green smoke several times.

Climb upwards like a spell flickering.

As soon as I arrived nearby, I suddenly heard a familiar explosion.

"Smack!"

The gunpowder explodes in the chamber of the gun, and the chemical energy is converted into kinetic energy that propels the projectile.

After a puff of smoke from the remnants of gunpowder, a Southern Warlock fifty meters away fell on his back.

The fireball in her hand also exploded with a 'boom'.

"I even have to hold back the crumbs for a long time for a fireball technique, am I so annoying!"

Margarita snorted coldly against Tishaya's face, her hair was now loose and her breath was short.

Taking advantage of the smoke of gunpowder, Margarita turned her hand and retracted the Hunter's pistol into her spatial pouch.

The shield guards who circled around her didn't see it as real, they just thought it was some kind of instantaneous spell that was activated and flew extremely fast.

Immediately after, the sunlight in front of the captain of the shield guard suddenly dimmed.

When he looked up, he found that a macho man who made his legs weak was standing in front of him, his eyes staring directly at the warlock they were protecting.

These shield guards felt good about Margarita because of her powerful mana and achievements.

Therefore, the captain of the shield guard instantly beckoned his comrades to be on guard.

"Hold on! Lady Tishaya will support with spells! ”

The shield formed a wall in front of Lan.

The Captain of the Shield Guard said this sentence as well as an order to his comrades, as well as a request for support from Tishaya.

After all, the man in front of him is scary enough just to look at, who can not be scared when it comes to fighting?

But what the captain of the shield guard and the shield guards didn't expect was this

The sorceress, who was protected by them, rushed directly at the man.

And kissed it directly with great enthusiasm, or gnawed it very actively.

At least the captain felt proactive, because the man was shocked at first, and then accepted it calmly.

Although all the people present were veterans, this scene was really rare. So a group of people were a little dumbfounded.

"Chief, Lady Tishaya. I remember being over 400 years old? This man doesn't look big. ”

According to my own recollection, when the eyes of both the sorceress and the legendary witcher turned here with inexplicable expressions, the captain of the shield guard was somewhat tempted to kill his comrade beside him.

What do you talk about the Archmage and the members of the Talent and Skill Association?

Not to mention more than 400 years old, what about 500 years old?!

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