Chapter 566 567. Hegemony
Perhaps the Nilfgaardian army is indeed well-trained and determined.
Among this group of soldiers, there are actually people who have regained their will after the collapse after experiencing such desperate casualties.
A Nilfgaardian crossbowman. He removed the sharp cone-headed arrow that had been placed on the crossbow string and placed a round-headed arrow instead.
This is a non-lethal whistle arrow.
The arrow adopts a pipe structure similar to a wind instrument and looks like a small iron hunchback.
Air will flow through the pipe during the rapid flight of the arrow, and make a sharp and highly recognizable sound.
Different whistle arrows can make different sounds. After temporary regulations by the commander before the war, they are often used as different instructions in the army.
Although the Nilfgaardian crossbowman who replaced the whistle arrow was sweating profusely and his lips were white and trembling, his eyes were still firm and his hand on the arrow was still steady.
It was an expression of determination that had put one's own life and death at risk.
The stone crossbow in his hand was not pointed at the enemy he could not catch up with, but instead pointed at the sky.
In his heart, he may die in the next moment, but the whistle arrow in his hand will send a warning to his comrades, allowing them to act in groups and sweep the surrounding area!
This terrifying northern monster and demon will eventually be crushed by the iron hooves of Nilfgaard's army.
But when the time of the material world really enters the next moment, it has not yet waited. The venerable Nilfgaardian crossbowman pressed the leaf spring on the stone crossbow, and a voice was beside them, whispering something they couldn't understand.
"[Secret·Dragon Flash]!"
The voice was young and calm, just like saying hello to someone you met on the road the moment you passed by.
What followed was a storm as fierce as magic!
The first sword of [Dragon Flash] is a cassock slash diagonally downward.
The Nilfgaardian soldier blocking Lan En's front had a smooth plane cut out by the Lake Lady's Sword from his right shoulder to his left rib.
The limbs that are no longer involved with each other are sliding down along the plane, carrying blood.
But this is just the prelude to this move [Secret Passage].
After the first person was killed by a physical blade, an inexplicable air flow began to gather.
These violent air currents rolled up grass roots, soil, gravel, and the already cold blood on the ground!
A huge vertical air blade! It suddenly burst out in front of Lan En like a lawn mower, moving forward!
"Stab!" There was a short and ear-piercing blast.
There were only three people left in front of Lan En, and the first one with his armor was neatly cut vertically.
The second one, his armor made a mournful cry as the metal was torn apart. The thick black steel armor had a huge tear half a man long from top to bottom, and of course the human body inside Was torn apart along with the steel.
The last one is also the respectable crossbowman who will send out the whistle arrow.
The air blades that tore apart two heavily armored soldiers one after another were already weakened a lot when they reached him.
But although those turbulent airflows no longer have the power to tear apart the steel armor, they can still penetrate the seven orifices through the gaps in the armor, causing drastic changes in the air pressure in his skull.
When Lan En stepped in front of him over the corpses on the ground, the crossbowman was stumbling and pulling his helmet off his head.
His nose and ears began to bleed, and the irises of his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, which eventually flowed out from the corners of his eyes.
The demon hunter's hand that was not holding the sword lightly grabbed it in the air, and the whistle arrow that failed to fly was caught in his hand as it fell.
"The most noble human emotion is 'sacrifice'."
Lan En said calmly while placing the sentry arrow next to the crossbowman's face.
And this soldier, who was on the verge of death due to the drastic change in intracranial air pressure, was still looking at the whistle arrow that he had not had time to send out with a kind of persistent look.
"Until the last moment, you still did not give up your mission and responsibilities, risking your life and death, which is worthy of respect. But..." Lan En stretched Arondette to the crossbowman's face and used the knife to She turned his face to look at the sentry arrow and looked directly into his bloodshot eyes.
“Why would a warrior like you do that, soldier?”
Lan’s amber cat eyes stared at him, Desperately trying to find an answer.
"You were supposed to fight the most powerful enemy in the world! Use your crossbow to kill the giant! Use your fearlessness to hunt the gryphon! Finally return home with honor or die in glory! Why."
< br>"Why do people like you, who already understand the meaning of 'sacrifice', attack civilians? Even torture them?!"
"Why?"
On the ground As soon as the crossbowman opened his mouth, blood flowed out of his mouth. His blood-red teeth, blood-red throat, and ferocious smile were like those of an evil ghost.
"Idiot question. Because they resisted us! They deliberately pointed us the wrong way and threatened our safety, so they should be eliminated! The heartless white-eyed wolves should die! I don't know The grateful northern savages deserve to die!”
"'White-eyed wolf' and 'ungrateful'. What do the people of Cintra need to thank the Nilfgaardians for? Thank you for your invasion and killing?"
"You call us invaders?"
< br>The crossbowman's eyes revealed a sense of disbelief that he had been misunderstood and wronged.
"Ignorant Yankees, we came here to stop Temeria's attempt to rob Cintra! It was we who protected this country from the barbarians! It was the Empire that established power Balance, Cintra will also be bathed in the glory of civilization! The people here will become civilized people!"
Looking at the other party's twisted and determined eyes, Lan En opened his mouth, but what? Can't tell.
"Civilized?"
He had a bitter expression that wanted to laugh but couldn't.
“Forcing one’s own ‘civilization’ on others without explanation, and even using this as a reason to shout ‘justice’ for massacre and torture on other people’s land.”
“Ni Forgaard, you are worthy of being a world hegemon."
You deserve to be a world hegemon by combining the 'best ideas' of Britain and the United States!
It's that familiar feeling that makes people helpless and disgusting.
Lan has nothing more to talk about with this Nilfgaardian.
"Then, please take your 'justice' and go to death."
The crossbowman feebly spat blood at Lan En, but in the end he was covered in blood. on his face.
But even so, he still sneered without admitting defeat.
That means that even at this moment, he still believes in his own 'justice' and 'civilization'.
"Pfft!"
The gracefully curved tip of the knife moved away from the crossbowman's face and slashed his throat.
Amidst a burst of 'roar, roar, roar' and gasps mixed with blood, the forest glade fell into deathly silence, with only a few Nilfgaardian horses still tied up on one side.
These war horses are trained to be dexterous, smart, and courageous, so they will not be disturbed by the smell of blood on the ground.
Lan En flicked Arondette, and the blood stained on the shiny silver knife was instantly cleared, and he sheathed the knife.
But just when the witcher was about to turn around and leave.
"Beep!!!"
A harsh and very recognizable sharp blast, never There was an explosion in the distance!
Lan En stopped and looked at the ground. The whistle arrow was still lying in a pool of blood.
Immediately, he grabbed the reins of several horses, including Popeye, turned around and rushed in the direction of the explosion.
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(End of this chapter)