Chapter 1417 1389. Captain of the Guard
[Yaden Seal].
In the combat system of the demon hunter, this kind of sigil is often placed on the ground and looks like a rune circle with purple magic aura.
It can block enemies who enter it. It is much more difficult for the enemy to make movements and exert force than under normal circumstances.
You can also force demons, ghosts and other normally incorporeal monsters to reveal their entities, so that the demon hunter's silver sword will not slash through the air.
But these are just very superficial and rigid usages.
[Yadeng Seal] is actually a magic sealing technology.
Lan En has used this seal before to seal doors, block roads, etc.
When Geralt made him famous and lifted the curse of the vampire bird from the Temerian princess, he also used the [Seal of Arden] to seal the coffin board so that it could not be opened.
The princess who turned into a monster was unable to return to her coffin all night, and finally the curse was lifted and she turned back into a human.
[Quen's Seal] is to protect oneself, while [Aden's Seal] is to block the environment and enemies.
Of course, the spellcasting ability of demon hunters is completely incomparable to that of warlocks. Although the [Arden Seal] is the master and apprentice of Archmage Arzu for three generations, they combined their research teams to tailor the spells for demon hunters. A simple spell system created.
But the spellcasting ability limits the height of the spell.
[Aden's Seal] is still like a magic trick in front of the warlock.
But the spell of portal is originally a high-end spell that has extremely high requirements for spell accuracy.
Don't look at the beautiful sorceresses around Lan En. They can open a portal in mid-air with their hands raised. Just being able to do this qualifies them to be called archmages.
Although there is an obvious gap in strength between archmages, the bottom line is not low.
Just like in this secret room with a mezzanine wall, portals that can be opened slowly with the help of prepared magic circles or magic props are the norm among spell casters.
In this case, whether it is to place a small piece of magic-blocking gold nearby, or to let the power of a magic seal such as [Arden's Seal] interfere with it, it will only There is a result -
The portal will collapse.
"Whew~bang bang!"
The open portal, the violent changes and surges in the air pressure inside and outside, set off a dull sound like an air cannon.
The bits and pieces and floating dust in this secret room were all sucked in and blown out under the tug of the chaotic air pressure, turning into a mess.
And what is visible to the naked eye is that the portal, which was still in the slowly expanding stage, is now like a light bulb with poor contact, flickering and shrinking at the same time.
The last ‘poof’ sound was like a fart,
And the portal that wriggles and contracts like the anus and intestines does indeed discharge something.
"Crack crack~"
The various pieces of flesh and blood, which were so broken that even Lan En's understanding of the human body could not tell which was which, came out of the collapsed portal one after another. Squirted out!
During this period, metal fragments that had also been broken into pieces the size of fingernails also jingled together and hit the wall and the ground.
In an instant, the entire small secret room was covered with a layer of thick blood that could submerge the soles of shoes.
Not only was it blood, the collapsing portal crushed everyone who entered it. Their internal organs, the filth in their intestines, and their sticky and greasy brains were all mixed together and torn to pieces and spurted out.
The smell is definitely not pleasant. The stench of feces, the fishy smell of internal organs, and the rusty smell of blood are almost as if they have been stirred and stuck in the nostrils. The smell goes straight into the brain.
“Wow!”
The ‘lucky one’ was grabbed by the Eternal Fire Missionary, and the dwarf who didn’t have time to get in simply vomited it out.
The vomit was stuck on his thick beard, but the dwarf, who always took good care of his beard, didn't even have time to wipe it. He stood up and rushed out of the secret room.
Lan En kindly stepped aside to allow the dwarf to smoothly come out of the collapse of the wall he had hammered out, gasping for air.
“For the sake of the plague!”
The dwarf, cursing and continuing to vomit, wiped the disgusting liquid on the wall where he had just been propped up. hand.
Lan En glanced at him and walked straight into the secret room, trying to find some letters or documents.
But unfortunately, it seems that this secret room was really only built for this teleportation circle, and nothing else.
Finally, Lan En walked out without changing his expression, pulled a flag of the Knights of the White Rose from the corridor, and wiped his hands that he had been rummaging through just now.
And the dwarf was almost vomiting.
He bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He only turned his head and looked at the tall figure beside him who was slowly wiping his hands.
"Huh~ I can be considered a person who has killed many people and can eat and sleep normally on the battlefield, but this smell... ugh!"
As he said that, he retched again After a while, it finally calmed down. "Is this fucking someone beaten into pieces? It's like grinding wheat to make flour? It doesn't smell so bad even if the stomach is cut to pieces and the intestines are torn!"
“Otherwise?” Lan En slowly wiped the dirt on his gauntlet on the white rose pattern in the flag, “Otherwise, do you think why the warlock’s portal accident requires more tips when asked to deal with it? Give it double? "
"I thought" the dwarf wiped himself casually. His beard, which was caked with vomit, muttered, "I thought your performance on the battlefield was just an exaggeration. There couldn't be such a powerful warrior in the world, but obviously I was wrong."
He stood up straight with his knees on his back. Even so, the top of his head was not even close to Lan En's belt, and it was only a little higher than his knees.
“I didn’t expect that the famous [Hunter Lord], the Grand Duke of Cintra, would come directly to slaughter the knights who had offended me. Although this group of things is indeed quite disgusting.”
"But it's not the same as the rumors."
The dwarf in front of me looked neither humble nor arrogant. Although he kept saying "I" in a dwarf-like vulgar language, his demeanor had changed significantly. Captain Rudolf, who had turned into a minced meat, was about to calm down.
Lan En is noncommittal about the dwarves' evaluation, and the same is true about his own identity.
He just nodded to the dwarf: "You haven't asked for advice yet?"
"Dennis." The dwarf said calmly, "Dennis Kramer, I am the bodyguard of Prince Siward. The captain of the bodyguard.”
"Is Siward's captain of the Royal Guard a dwarf?" Lan asked with interest, "I really haven't heard of it."
"For various considerations, this and that." Dennis Kramer doesn't care about this, "I just I’m just doing work. Whatever the prince says, I’ll do it.”
But this can also explain why Lan En has become a drunken knight after he entered the castle where the Knights of the White Rose are based. You can immediately tell something is wrong.
Because there is already a person representing Siward's will in this castle, how could another person come, as if he didn't even know that someone was already here?
Of course it’s pretending.
"You are very powerful, that's true." The dwarf gritted his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, and looked at Lan En with his hand on the ax on his waist, "But I won't stand and wait for death. Come on!"
< br>Lan En threw the hand-wiping flag to the ground and looked at him speechlessly and contemptuously: "Say It’s as if Siward and the more than two hundred White Rose Knights in this castle are wronged.”
“Do you really think of yourself as a good person who eliminates evil?”
But Lan Engang. He vented his disdain and contempt, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
Because the dwarf in front of him, who was already fierce and seemed to be about to resist for the last time before death, suddenly widened his eyes.
"What did you say?" Dennis Kramer dropped his hand holding the ax on his waist in surprise. "There are only two hundred knights in the castle? Just two hundred?"
"You don't know?" Lan En's fists that had been clenched with a little force slowly loosened, and he said keenly, "No , Siward doesn’t know?”
“What should I know? What should Prince Siward know?”
The dwarf has a bad temper. Said loudly.
“All I know is that Prince Seeward no longer dared to delay it any longer, and Foltest’s messenger almost threw the order with the royal seal in his face. He sent me to supervise the White House. The Knights of the Rose speed up their assembly.”
"I have been staying in this tower since yesterday afternoon to be entertained. Rudolf said that they have almost finished gathering! How can a large knight order with a thousand people only have two hundred?"
Hooded One Under the shadows, Lan observed the expression on Dennis Kramer's face and the slightest twitch of the muscles around his eyes.
He didn't lie.
Lan En made a judgment.
The dwarves in front of them, as well as Seeward, really didn’t know what the Knights of the White Rose had done.
This is entirely possible.
Seward hopes to gain the power of the Knights of the White Rose and coordinate his position with theirs.
But at the same time, he would never dare to disobey Foltest's orders. The Knights of the White Rose have repeatedly delayed execution on the grounds that "it takes time to assemble the troops." He has reached the limit of sharing the pressure from the front.
If he delays it any longer, he can stop thinking about 'how to rely on the Knights of the White Rose' and instead think about how to separate himself from them.
I want your power, and I have indeed helped you a lot, but when you are looking for death, don't let your blood splash on me.
He can sit comfortably in this duchy title.
But this way.
Lan En’s brows, which had always been relaxed, now frowned slightly.
If Siward does not get involved in this mess, then this operation of the Knights of the White Rose can be seen as a private cooperation with the Church of Eternal Fire and carried out under the trend of fanaticism. An impulsive military move.
But here’s the problem.
If Siward had no involvement and didn't even know what was happening here, where did the Knights of the White Rose get the information about the witcher?
(End of this chapter)