Chapter 638 640. Gone
And Lan En’s previous tactical deception was just to hope that the Nilfgaardians would deploy a warlock carrying chaos magic beside each senior officer to serve as his battlefield Insight aids judgment.
Pure insight is needed to find the headquarters. It may take more than ten minutes to collect information on this huge battlefield.
But with a warlock carrying chaotic magic as a mark, this auxiliary method can increase his efficiency more than ten times!
And now, when the warlocks’ communications are woven into a network.
Lan En's [Spiritual Vision] withdrew from the sky and looked to the southwest.
He has found the place where network information circulates most frequently. There is no doubt that all battlefield information should be summarized at the general command post.
"Found it."
Within ten minutes of entering the battlefield, he had found Menno Kuhorn's command post.
Originally, he had to cross the entire battlefield, because [Spirit Vision] did not allow him to make much progress in visual distance. He needs to use his legs to measure the entire battlefield.
But now, Menno Kuhorn's 'act of genius' has completely helped him.
“It’s going to be a very busy time, and the journey is not that close.”
Lan looked sideways at Lincoln beside him, and this kid was riding a horse on the same level as him. .
"We can hold on, to be precise." Lincoln reported to Lan En calmly and confidently.
"All our exercises and plans so far are just for one purpose - not to be left behind by you. So."
The half-grown boy looked directly into the cat's eyes on the horse and bowed to Lan En.
"Please go all out."
The corner of the witcher's mouth curved.
On the top of the hill, the surviving Northern Allied Forces stared blankly at the tall figure, turning into a black shadow at a speed that was not inferior to that of a war horse.
Another knight who was standing next to the man just now raised his spear and shouted towards the mountain.
"Keep this Fire Scorpion siege crossbow! Stand firm! Stick to the original strategic plan!"
In Lincoln's heart, the changes in the Nilfgaardians did not matter.
Because after his master enters the scene, even if it changes, it will be forced back!
All of them believed it so naturally.
The soldiers on the hilltop looked at each other, none of them had seen this army of only more than 60 people.
None of them had seen the shouting knight.
But Lincoln's tone was firm and confident, even if he was the biggest official these people had ever seen.
So the soldiers on the hilltop subconsciously stood at attention: "Understood, sir! Yes, sir!"
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And where Menno Kuhorn was inside the command post.
"Ugh!"
Fringilla Weige, who was looking up to the sky, with the light of chaotic magic flashing slightly in her pupils, suddenly something happened!
Her hands subconsciously covered her flanks, and she let out a cry of pain as if she had been cut into her body by a sharp knife.
Suddenly, in the busy command post, the staff officers and scribes around Fringilla Weige immediately supported her nervously. The documents in his hand were scattered all over the floor.
"Madam? Madam?"
Menno Kuhorn also came over immediately with concern.
This sorceress is now the eyes and mouth used by the command post to coordinate the entire battlefield. Except for the marshal himself, she can't let anything happen to anyone!
The sorceress was on the ground, bending her body like a cooked prawn, with her mouth open but only inhaling but not breathing out,
"Doctor!"
The marshal immediately arranged for rescue, but the military doctor assigned to the marshal found nothing after checking the sorceress.
Just say 'panic attack'.
It took two minutes for Fringilla Weige to finally flatten her tense and hunched body and resume her steady breathing.
"What's the matter with you?"
Menno Kuhorn asked her in a tone that was close to scrutiny.
“A, a warlock died.” Fringilla gasped, covering her heart that was still beating rapidly. "Our communication is based on telepathy, and the fear and pain of his death were also transmitted to me. It hurts and is so scary!"
Menno Kuhoun's eyes immediately narrowed when he heard the news that the warlock was killed.
The ominous premonition in his heart was reawakened because of these words.
"Do you know how he died? Who killed him?" "I don't know, it was too fast." Fringilla shook her head, "He couldn't react at all. It was shot through, from here."
As she spoke, the sorceress pointed to the side that she had just subconsciously covered.
Menno Kuhhorn immediately realized that that was where the kidneys were. If he was shot from behind in this place, he would indeed die very quickly, and even the murderer's face would not be visible.
Is it an accident?
The marshal tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart. After asking Fringilla for the number of the dead warlock, he asked the secretary to immediately find the relevant information.
“We have just transferred a Fire Scorpion siege crossbow to his unit. If the northerners adhere to the attitude of equal confrontation and also transfer a crossbow, this is very likely to happen. . ”
The clerk reported to the marshal after sorting out the information.
"Will they be able to keep up with us in mobilizing equipment?"
Menno Kuhorn said with a cold face.
"This is possible, Marshal. First of all, the ballista they transferred may not be very large and difficult to move. Secondly, there may be a storage point for the ballista near them. We It’s true that the information exchange efficiency is much better than that of the other party, but we are still far from being able to see through all the secrets of the entire battlefield.”
The secretary feels that this is not a big deal, just the death or injury of a warlock, on the battlefield. No surprise is the biggest surprise.
In fact, these warlocks now have accidents, which makes the secretary feel relieved.
Many people actually subconsciously believe in the saying "conservation of luck".
If you have great luck in one aspect, then other corresponding misfortunes may be waiting on the road. Better to be average.
Menno Kuhorn pursed his lips and reluctantly agreed with these statements.
So he turned to Fringilla, who was still covering her flank, and asked: "How is your current condition? We have not received news from the troops below for forty minutes, and we have not issued orders."< br>
The marshal's eyes were like a falcon, and he would not be polite because of the distant relationship between Fringilla and the emperor.
If letting this woman die can lead to victory in the war, then based on Menno Kuhorn's understanding of the emperor, he must not even be hypocritical for half a second.
Fringilla is obviously a clever sorceress.
She took a deep breath and stood up tremblingly: "I have no problem, Marshal."
"Very good, let's get started."
So on Fringilla's face, which was covered in cold sweat due to the pain and fear of death, the chaotic magic light in her eyes was ignited again.
But this time, it only lasted less than a second before Fringilla quickly retreated.
Her face is now even whiter than before.
“What happened?”
Menno Kuhorn was always paying attention to the sorceress. When he saw this expression, his uneasiness suddenly rose.
“No, it’s gone.”
The sorceress spoke with trembling lips.
"What is 'missing'?! Tell me clearly, damn sorceress! Has your brain been damaged by magic?"
The marshal's iron-gloved palm struck hard He pinched the sorceress's delicate shoulders and shouted loudly.
And Fringilla shrank and said.
"The link to the ten warlocks is missing."
It was as if time had stopped in this camp, and the expressions of the secretary, affairs officer, and staff were all frozen in this moment.
Their brains don’t even dare to understand the meaning of this sentence.
The heart began to beat wildly, the salivary glands secreted rapidly due to tension, and an unspeakable trembling feeling swept through the whole body.
“He’s coming.”
Menno Kuhorn subconsciously expressed the uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.
Although in his mind at this time, he might not even know what he was talking about.
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(End of this chapter)