Chapter 571 572. Impact!
Obviously, the Nilfgaardian soldiers also thought that their own reinforcements had arrived.
And they don’t have the keen hearing of the demon hunters, so they can hear something strange in this series of horse hoofbeats.
So when the sound of those horse hooves got closer and closer, the archer holding the Nilfgaardian dagger was still walking towards Dandelion.
Soon, the archer stood on the low slope where the poet hid himself, looking down at him with mockery and malice.
It's like watching an old hen getting ready for the pot.
Dandelion happened to take another stone at this time, preparing to reveal his head and throw it out.
He looked up and saw the archer.
At this moment, this poet who had never had any combat experience actually became somewhat quick-witted.
He burst out with the most real emotion in his life, pointed behind the archer, and showed great surprise.
But the archer just sneered and walked down from the top of the slope towards him step by step.
The dagger was held at his side, and it seemed that he wanted to stab Dandelion's waist from bottom to top.
But the sound of horse hooves was very close.
Dandelion didn't even get a chance to show his fear.
Because of a raging wind, a huge black shadow is being brought over!
As it roared past him, it also took away the grinning Nilfgaardian archer like a nightmare in a fairy tale.
What was extremely unexpected was that even the stench from the archer's mouth was lingering around Dandelion's nose a second ago.
At this second, he completely disappeared! Gone!
Ged and Geralt, standing in the distance, could see clearly.
A huge figure jumped out of the woods, as fast as a gust of wind!
When he passed by Dandelion, he grabbed the archer's head as if he were taking a candle, and rushed straight to the courtyard where he came from.
The Nilfgaardian with armor and equipment estimated to weigh a hundred kilograms was like an empty handbag in his hands!
"Lane?"
Geralt heard Gerd's uncertain whisper.
Although the Bear School Grandmaster-level armor with the bearskin scarf is very conspicuous, it is probably the only one in the world.
However, Lan En's transformation from a little over 2 meters tall when they last met to an armor-piercing 2.6 meters tall still makes Gerd a little bit hesitant to recognize him.
And Geralt is even less so.
The last time he and Lan En met, the young man hadn't even gone to Yanan for a walk.
That was more than a year ago.
So Bai Lang couldn't match the guy in front of him, who was taller and larger than a normal human, with the friend he had known before.
But no matter what, it seems like I have a powerful person here to help me, so I might as well fight back!
“Gede!”
Geralt shouted without looking back, and the demon hunters of the Bear School simply responded boldly.
"Go!"
Lan threw the archer's body that had become limp in his hands.
The Nilfgaardian archer's cervical vertebrae could not withstand Lan En's strength during the sudden and violent pull, and they were dislocated within the first second after contact.
Lan En rushed in so fast that the few remaining people in the courtyard couldn't react!
The corpse thrown out by the witcher looked like a light stick in his hand, but it weighed more than a hundred kilograms!
The rolling corpses knocked four Nilfgaardian soldiers holding longbows and stone crossbows into rolling gourds. Lan En did not kill the fallen enemies immediately, but went straight over them.
The footsteps of "dong dong dong" are heavy and terrifying!
In the horrified eyes of a large shield soldier, Lan En was like a huge black shadow rushing towards him!
“Bang!!!”
A loud noise!
The steel shoulder armor of Lan En's master-level Bear School armor hit the big shield without slowing down!
The high-quality shield with solid wood splicing and iron edges and leather covering exploded into tiny wooden thorns at the moment of impact!
Then the iron edge deformed and the wooden board broke.
“Ugh!”
The Nilfgaardian soldier holding a large shield first put it on the back of the shield and held it Bao's arms were twisted into twists, and then his internal organs were shattered, and large mouthfuls of blood were sprayed on the back of the shield.
A soldier wearing full armor, with a large shield on his hand, was like a rag doll being thrown away after the impact!
It drew an arc in mid-air, and finally fell into a mud pit, lying limp and motionless.
Gede and Geralt, who rushed over, almost made the sound of grinding their teeth at the same time when the big shield was hit and destroyed.
“Hiss~”*2
I’ve seen shields broken before, but I’ve never seen shields broken like this!
A humanoid ram-horned demon? !
However, they did not wait until they finished expressing their surprise.
Two long swords, shining like water waves in the swaying firelight, swirled towards the two of them.
Then it plunged into the ground with two ‘clop’ sounds.
Those are really two good swords.
The wavy lines are composed of silver and black. The silver shines brightly, and the blackness is like smoke.
Almost out of the instinct of excellent swordsmen, the two demon hunters grasped the hilts of the two swords without thinking during the charge, and pulled them out from the ground smoothly.
Gede's powerful and heavy slash, coupled with this handy sword, actually split the shield of another large shield soldier into two halves!
With half the shoulder of the soldier behind the shield.
When Geralt faced an enemy who was smashing down on him with an ax gun, he turned around and lifted up like a dance.
The tough ax gun grip seemed nothing in front of this new long sword.
The upward thrust not only cut off the handle of the ax gun, but also took away an arm of the Nilfgaardian soldier and half of his scalp in the direction of the sword blade.
Immediately afterwards, Gerd and Geralt executed the crossbowmen and archers who had just raised their bodies from the ground very naturally.
“This is really a strange sword.”
Geralt looked at the long sword in his hand in surprise and said, as for his good friend the poet?
Since he is immortal, he is no longer a good friend, but just an 'annoying person' who pesters him to find material.
How could having a good sword in hand be important, right?
“And the feel of this sword. I don’t even have to get used to it! It’s so easy!”
“If you don’t just stare at the blade, you will find that its weighted ball is a wolf head. Geralt.”
Lan walked over from the shadows in the distance, his huge body bringing a huge shadow and a sense of oppression.
“That is made according to the steel sword of the Wolf School. The feel allows you to adapt automatically, which shows that you have practiced your skills well.”
"It's really you!" Geralt exclaimed in surprise.
"Wow. Did you take the experimental medicine of the warlocks? This is too much."
Whether it is strength, speed, or size, Lan En is a bit beyond him for humans, It's even the knowledge of a demon hunter.
"It's good to see you're okay, White Wolf."
"You too, Lan En."
Lan En and Geralt shook each other's forearms, then pulled in for a hug.
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(End of this chapter)