Chapter 620 622. Thank you
After Darkley was also killed, there was no one who was still sober and rational in this mountain col.
In the face of wildfires, even people who are united, rational and brave can find it difficult to deal with it, let alone these Nilfgaards who are broken to pieces and wary of everyone except themselves. Germany was defeated.
Five hundred Nausicaa cavalry squads, one thousand black infantry archers, and two thousand Nilfgaardian infantry regiments can be declared to have been completely annihilated.
Being alone.
As the mountain fire burned closer and closer, it seemed that even the mud on the ground, which was moistened with blood, was being dried quickly.
The heat seems to lift people's souls upwards.
Everything you can see is a sea of fire, and the brightness of the flames has begun to dazzle people.
Those black figures who had completely lost their minds were running around, crying, and howling in this fiery hell.
Lan En silently picked up his [Turbid Current], put it into the alchemical leather bag on his waist, and walked towards the only exit of the mountain col fire scene.
Lan En's body was already very tired. His two soft tissue dislocations and his fingers that were forced back into alignment by the muscles were now back to dangling in his hand due to the relaxation of the muscles.
Moving with difficulty, Lan En walked to the platform at the exit of the mountain col.
This is the starting point of the collapse of the Nilfgaardian army. The corpses of the dead have even reached the level of the carriage platform.
Until they died, these Nilfgaardians had madness and fear in their eyes.
Are they born to kill the weak?
While looking into the eyes of these corpses, Lan En suddenly thought this for no reason.
These Nilfgaardians are just ordinary soldiers. They live in the territory of the Nilfgaard Empire, have relatives and friends, and have their own interpersonal relationships in social activities.
Will these people behave like they did when they massacred refugees in their hometowns?
If not, what turned them into this?
Lan En stepped on these corpses indifferently and walked to the carriage.
Lan En saw the Duke who had stood on this stage, provoking him and showing him contempt.
Now, he is even more helpless and even numb than the refugees who were slaughtered under his orders. The nobility and arrogance he once had have disappeared.
“You once said that I want to find you, so I have to get through it.”
Lan En looked down at the Duke lying on the platform: “I can’t remember a little bit. , can you remind me, sir? How long did it take me to get here after you said this?”
Maybe it’s because I know that what I did cannot be forgiven. He believed that a 'murderer' like Lan En would never let him go. It may also be because the arrogance in Duke Adal's heart, belonging to the great aristocracy of the world's largest empire, finally burst out from his bones in the last moments of his life.
So he didn't beg for mercy in an ugly way. Instead, his eyes were red, and he looked at Lan En like an evil ghost who chose people to eat.
To cool himself down, he took off all his armor. In order to take off the armor on his legs, he even cut off the ankles that were deformed by Darkley's kick!
"Don't you still know what you did? You should know! You destroyed Nilfgaard's power of nearly a full division! The empire will never let you go, just wait! In the future of your life, the empire will pay a high price to you and everyone you care about! "
Faced with Adal's red-eyed curse, Lan En behaved like this. Very peaceful.
“It’s just as you said, Lord Duke.”
Lan En's palms were clenched in front of Adal, and the steel armor on his hands made a cold sound.
Behind Lan En, the soaring fire extended all the way to the sky!
"If the curse is useful, then why do we need this iron and fire?"
Lan picked up the steel scepter, gently pushed Adal, and rolled down He got off the platform and fell into a small slope piled with countless Nilfgaardian corpses. Watching him curse, being tangled in the limbs and armor of dead people, and being stained by the blood and filth in the bellies of their corpses.
He would be roasted alive here, just like he had ordered his men to do to Haxor.
On the other side of the platform, Stewart's body had been beaten into a twisted and disabled state.
But he still tried his best to hold his father, who was even more severely tortured, on his shoulders.
"Don't be afraid, child, don't be afraid. I'm here to accompany you, don't let the Nilfgaardians look down on us."
Haxor murmured vaguely. He was severely injured and unconscious. If he hadn't been on this stage, he would have died long ago.
Until now, he had thought he was being punished by the Nilfgaardians.
Until Lan En walked in front of him, he seemed to recognize the huge figure, so an inexplicable force reappeared in his body that was on the verge of reaching its limit, and he even straightened his waist briefly. .
He began to mutter a name: "Lan En. Are you back?"
The witcher half-knelt down in front of him and held the hand he stretched out.
"It's me, I'm back, and I won. You chose a good place, and this is your credit."
"Really? That's great. So, where are the refugees?"
Hakso looked relieved at first, and then quickly turned into uneasy.
"Did I do it? Did I pass on those sad cries and the pain the refugees endured?"
The witcher nodded calmly: " You did it, Haxo. What happened on this day will be known to everyone."
"Ah, that's great, thank you, thank you, thank you"
He repeated murmuringly, tears falling down his dirty face.
“It’s great that I finally didn’t let their suffering be buried, but will Her Majesty the Queen approve of me? In her eyes, what do I do? Is this right? "
Stewart tilted his body and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he still looked at Lan En with burning eyes.
Kelan En opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. He was not so nervous even when facing an entire cavalry regiment.
In the end, all he could say was: "I don't know, Harxor. I don't know what Calanthe would think of you."
The dying royal steward was silent at first, and then smiled.
“I can’t control so much anymore, I’ve done my best, right?”
“That’s all.” Lan En’s big hand squeezed Haxo’s palm tightly, Warm and powerful. "Yes. I'm sure you've done your best."
"That's good, that's good."
The inexplicable power in Haxo's body has already When he reached the end, his tone became erratic and weak again. But the corners of his tortured mouth showed a satisfied smile.
"Stewart, be well. Be well yourself."
In the end, the former Sintra royal steward and leader of the refugee group died on this day.
(End of this chapter)