Chapter 656 658. Kiss
The ‘Embers’ are becoming more and more accustomed to the tactic of following Lan En.
Breakthrough first, then they broke into the formation to expand the chaos, and finally achieved an overwhelming victory, and the enemy completely collapsed.
Although it is a bit samey, there is no reason to replace useful tactics as long as they have results.
Lan En raised his eyes and looked up.
The top of the mountain is covered with horrific traces of being bombarded by advanced spells.
Vitrified soil, huge rocks disintegrated by uneven high heat, lava and frost eroding each other on a piece of ground, making a crackling sound.
"The enemies on this half of the hillside are no longer a threat, my lord."
Lincoln panted and rode over. He wiped his faceplate so that it was covered with paste. The flesh and blood will not affect the vision.
“They are so scared that they have forgotten how to swing their swords.”
"The overall situation has been decided."
Lan En pestered [Turbid Current] and calmly came to a conclusion.
When facing Menno Kuhoun, he said that the Nilfgaardian army had failed, and subsequent battles were just going through the process of failure.
The same is true now. Nilfgaard's original 30,000 defeated troops were now killed by about 10,000, and the remaining less than 20,000 did not even have the courage to swing their swords.
Although the battle at Umbrella Mountain seems to be still fierce, these defeated troops are destined to be unable to get out.
"It's not a battlefield for ordinary people, and it has nothing to do with you. Do you want to take a rest here?"
Lan tilted his head and suggested to Lincoln.
The most troublesome thing about these guys is that they really respect him, but they still have their own opinions.
I ordered them to rest. If these people feel that they want to be alone in danger, then 80% of them will not listen to this order.
But the situation is not bad now. Now that the battle situation has been decided, there should be no twists and turns.
Lincoln lifted the visor of his helmet and gasped.
He first looked at Lan En's condition and confirmed that although his master was sweating and had an elevated temperature, he was still in good condition.
Then he looked back at the status of the ‘embers’.
In a massive siege battle, they fought from the defense line to the mountain, following Lan En over and over again to slaughter the warlocks and the troops standing in front of the warlocks like plows. They were indeed on the verge of reaching their limit.
It was just because Lan En was standing in front of them now, supported by an inexplicable sense of faith in his heart, that he did not fall off his horse.
Even if Lan En asked for another round now, these people would probably follow him without saying a word.
"Then we will take a short rest near the mountainside. The man cannot dismount, and the armor cannot lower his body."
Lincoln finally made a rational judgment, and he faced the enemy on horseback. Lan En bowed and reminded him again and again.
"My lord, if you need anything, please inform us immediately."
"Of course. I won't be polite to you."
Lan En's palm patted Lincoln's arm, making his armor click.
Being alone allowed Lan En to reach the fastest speed.
A large number of spells filled the air on the top of the mountain with the smell of chaotic magic, and also created many dangerous environments.
Both the Northern Alliance and the Nilfgaardians want to quickly kill the other's warlocks and remove the other's ability to cause large-scale destruction.
Therefore, the intensity of the war was not even lower than that of the defense line in the valley at the foot of the mountain.
Lan En's [Spirit Vision] is not very useful here, because the air is filled with the smell of chaotic magic, and he can no longer clearly see the magic reactions of those low-level warlocks.
However, the huge magic power of the archmage level is still very eye-catching in this environment.
While heading towards the top of the mountain, Lann passed by several warlocks who were besieged by the Nilfgaardians and the shield guards responsible for protecting them.
Those Nilfgaardian troops who used their numerical superiority to suppress the shield guards and threaten the safety of the mages were crushed to pieces by the blade of [Turbid Current] in an instant in front of Lan En.
Or be rushed into the sky by the air blade of [Dragon Flash].
The roars that the Nilfgaardians used to encourage themselves and inspire courage soon turned into wails and screams.
Weak people who go crazy trying to survive are just weak.
These warlocks do not know the situation of the battle, and are unable to observe the surrounding environment under the threat of life and death.
After all, they were still carefully calculating every spell for their own lives at the last moment, dodging arrows, stones, and enemy spells that might come from any angle.
Follow The Nilfgaardians were just as desperate, if not more so, than they were to find a way out.
These great mages, who were usually so pampered, were now driven almost crazy by the cruelty of the battlefield.
They were trembling and their eyes were bloodshot, but their solid basic skills allowed them to keep their tongues clear while singing. Therefore, when Lan En quickly and devastatingly destroyed a large group of Nilfgaardians who almost killed them, most of these warlocks were still in a state of confusion.
“That is. What is that?”
Oxenfurt’s Radcliffe, trembling and with empty eyes, asked the shield guards around him long.
"That's not my hallucination, right? There really is a humanoid golem or something, and it saved us from being almost chopped to pieces by the Nilfgaardians, right?"
"I'm afraid it's not a humanoid creature. 'Or 'Golem', sir."
The shield captain put his gloves under his helmet, wiped the sweat that was about to enter his eyes, and blew his nose before saying.
“I’ve seen those eyes, it should be that of a witcher. But I’m not sure, after all, that figure. Who knows? Anyway, the result is-we are still alive.”
< br>"Thank you to the witcher, sir. By the way, it's time for you to continue casting spells now. There are still a lot of black dogs."
Lan En continued walking upward.
As he got closer to these advanced spells, he even used the Lake Lady's Sword to cut through those advanced spells that would affect him.
[Spiritual Vision] I can see more and more things, and the strange feeling in my mind is telling the growth of my 'vision'.
His [Spiritual Vision] is being satisfied in the process of 'slaughtering and dismembering' these spells.
With this strange sense of satisfaction in his mind, Lan En noticed the magic power fluctuations that seemed familiar to him at a glance.
My ability to distinguish the fluctuations of chaotic magic power has become so accurate that it reaches an individual.
But Lan En doesn't care about the growth of 'vision' at this moment, because he recognized this familiar fluctuation.
"Rita?!"
Without any thought, the secret technique on [Old Hunter’s Leg Bone] was activated by Lan En. In an instant, the figure of the continuously sprinting demon hunter turned into smoke several times.
Climb upward like a spell flickering.
As soon as I arrived nearby, I suddenly heard a familiar explosion.
“Bang!”
The gunpowder explodes in the barrel of the gun, and the chemical energy is converted into kinetic energy that propels the projectile.
After a burst of residual smoke from gunpowder, a southern warlock fifty meters away fell on his head.
The fireball in her hand exploded immediately with a 'boom'.
"You can't even hold back a fireball spell for a long time, do you think I'm easy to mess with!"
Margarita snorted in Tisaya's face. Her hair was now disheveled and her breathing was short. .
While taking advantage of the gunpowder smoke, Margarita put her hunter's pistol back into her space handbag with a turn of her hand.
The shield guards who surrounded her didn't see it clearly, they just thought it was some kind of instant spell that started and flew extremely fast.
Immediately afterwards, the sunlight in front of the shield captain suddenly dimmed.
When he looked up, he realized that a macho man whose legs were weak at the sight was standing in front of him, staring directly at the warlock they were protecting.
These shield guards feel very good about Margarita because of her powerful magic and combat record.
So the shield captain immediately called his comrades to be on guard.
“Hold it! Ms. Tissaya will use magic to support you!”
The big shield blocked Lan En’s face like a wall.
The shield captain's words were not only an order to his comrades, but also a request for support from 'Tisaya'.
After all, the man in front of me is scary enough just to look at him. Who wouldn’t be frightened in a real fight?
But what the shield captain and the shield guards didn't expect was that
the sorceress they were protecting rushed directly towards the man.
And he kissed her directly with great enthusiasm or nibbled on her very actively.
At least the captain felt proactive, because the man looked obviously confused and shocked at first, but then he accepted it calmly.
Although the people present are all veterans, this scene is really rare. So a group of people were a little dumbfounded.
"Boss, Ms. Tissaya. I remember he is more than four hundred years old? This man doesn't look very handsome."
According to my recollection, when the sorceress and the When the eyes of the legendary demon hunter turned here inexplicably, the shield captain wanted to hack his comrade beside him to death.
Why are you talking so much about the Archmage and the members of the Talent and Skills Association?
Not to mention more than four hundred years old, what's wrong with being five hundred years old? !
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(End of this chapter)