From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 332 Lannister, why don’t you kill me? !

Menno cannot be killed. In order to prevent the scattered Nilfgaardian cavalry from causing turmoil in the North, Lan has to leave this guy to gather the remaining troops and leave the North in order to catch them all in one fell swoop - this is the core strategy of this battle now.

Without sniping and killing the enemy's top commander, Lann still launched this raid. The purpose was actually to destroy those powerful siege equipment and the most important thing - the Southern Warlock who would represent the high-level combat unit. The troops were wiped out.

Unlike other kings in the North who pathologically exclude dissidents, Lann knows the potential of witchers, warlocks, and even other inhuman races.

Lan himself is one of these advanced combat units, and one of the best.He knows how much power can be unleashed by gathering these units. This is also the confidence that he can show off in the north in the past, present, and future.

This is the insight beyond the times brought by him as a time traveler - not to suppress these "others" desperately, but to gather them together.

The bad public opinion environment created by other countries in the north can even give Lan an assist.

But in addition to Rann, there is another country on the continent that has a vision ahead of the times based on local people.

That's Nilfgaard.

The empire has long unified its internal views. For special people with extraordinary abilities, they do not suppress or force them, but absorb them into their own fighting system.

Among them are not only the warlock group, but also other non-human races including southern elves.

The previous Nilfgaardian Emperor even attempted to recruit Serpent Demon Hunters.

In the original history, Nilfgaard relied on a senior warlock to summon a group of golems to defeat the Livia army led by Queen Mivi.

Of course, the empire's attitude towards those strange people who were unwilling to submit to the empire was also uniformly harsh - the destroyed Snake Sect's base camp, Gesweide Fortress, witnessed all this.

Nowadays, not to mention other combat units, Nilfgaard has a more mature system for cultivating warlocks than the north: while the apprentices of Arethusa and Ben Ad are still chewing books, the southern ones Warlocks are ready for the battlefield.

Even if the Central Army Group did not send heavy cavalry, Lann felt that Livia could be defeated with just these three warlock troops and the golems.

In other words, Nilfgaard is the only country on the continent that can threaten Cintra in terms of high-end combat power.

This situation is not allowed by Lane.

He wants to keep all the three warlocks in the south here, and deal a heavy blow to Nilfgaard's magic business.

Kill if you can.And if possible, capture the warlocks who can be recruited. After all, the empire has such a high-pressure policy, and there is always no shortage of young men.

……

Jeron looked at the two sorceresses in front of him and murmured to himself: "Fringilla Vigo and Ashley Va Anahin, that's right, they are the sorceresses Lan asked me to capture."

In the future, these two sorceresses will betray the Southern Empire, join the sorceress gathering established by the northern warlock Philippa, and become colleagues with Yennefer and Triss.They will also become spies in the north, providing a large amount of information about the south to the sorceress gathering, making a contribution that cannot be ignored.

Even later, they would provide a lot of help when Geralt was looking for a girl.

Although Lan already had a plan in mind to collect northern warlocks in the future, the more advanced warlocks he could recruit, the better.

Can be caught.As for how to make them loyal in the future, take your time.

While Jaylon was muttering to himself, Fringilla was irritated by the other party's careless attitude, even though Ashley, who had already opened the portal, was trying to pull her away.

Although the guy in front of him was not carrying a pair of swords or even wearing armor, there was nothing wrong with his eyes being that of a demon hunter.

"Witcher! Put your eyes away, do you think you are a Lannister?!"

The chaotic energy gathered, and the thick elemental energy poured towards Geron.

Although he was clearly scolded, Jielong showed a happy smile, even a little proud: "Ah... are you all afraid of Lann? Very good..."

"Unfortunately, I'm not Lan." Facing the oncoming magic attack, Geron opened his hands.

In his left hand he seemed to be holding lava, and in his right he was holding Frost.

"I am his teacher."

Fringilla suddenly fell into a trance, and Ashley pulled her harder from behind.

She realized something was wrong, and tried to get into the portal behind her, but a [Magic-Blocking Gold Bomb] flew from nowhere and suddenly exploded.

Lambert put on a nasty smile, turned around and ran away - to avoid being affected by Jeron's spell.

While running, he took out two pairs of magic-blocking golden handcuffs from his lower back, planning to go back and collect the two heads later.

……

On the other side, Lann pinched out the seal in his palm.

Although the absolute power of Fayin is not as great as that of Jielong, under the blessing of multiple factors, it can cause more damage to ordinary people's troops than anything else.

[Igni Sign · Pyromania · Magic Burst]!
The fan-shaped flames spread out and enveloped everything in sight, swallowing up several giant trebuchets and more than a hundred troops around them, releasing astonishing heat and screams.

Taking a deep breath, the magic power in the body quickly recovered under the influence of the potion.Lan En then appeared in the densest place with a flash of golden light, and then cast another seal with range damage.

Unlike the extraordinary troops he brought over, Lann instead ran into the ranks of ordinary soldiers, destroying siege equipment with his ice giants, killing engineers and other guard units.

They have a clear division of labor.

Whether it's a demon hunter, a warlock, or even a giant dragon, etc., they can obviously suppress ordinary humans, but they can't absolutely crush them regardless of their numbers and fighting methods.When one is carried away with one's complacency, one can easily be targeted and end up being hated.

For example, the siege crossbow is to the dragon, and the magic-blocking gold is to the warlock.

This is also the reason why Chaofan still has to be cautious and even shy away from the army.

Lann is different from them. The energy he masters is more diverse. His current power system can cause a greater degree of crushing on ordinary people. In a certain sense, he has the ability to single-handedly reverse the situation of the war and even form an army with one person. Ability.

Lann brought his extraordinary troops to fight against the enemy's elites, and he eliminated those factors that could threaten spellcasters, demon hunters, and his own monsters, creating an environment for them to act unscrupulously.

"My God!!"

The Nilfgaardians were almost deafened by the roar of the ice giant, but before their chaotic brains could recover, golden light flashed before their eyes.

Fire and ice immediately enveloped them.

"Lannister!"

A roar attracted Lan En's attention. In such a chaotic battlefield, is there anyone who has the energy to spare the time to stare at him?

Lan looked back and saw that Marshal Mennonite was surrounded by his core bodyguards. A male warlock who looked like a high-level warlock and several warlock soldiers surrounded the marshal, resisting the attacks that flew in from time to time. .

Because of the original plan, the people in Lane's team avoided Marshal Menno intentionally or unintentionally, and at this moment, the guards around him were unexpectedly intact.

The provocation was issued by Marshal Mennonite.

His idea is simple: the high-end power on his side is obviously suppressed by Cintra, but the "good news" is that Lannister is also here in person.So now as long as the Lannister is taken down in the form of "adversaries", these messy spellcasters and demon hunters will immediately have no choice but to be killed.

There is still a turning point in the battle!And the only chance is the lonely Lannister in front of you!High Warlock Fanhema strongly agrees with the Marshal's point of view.

As one of the three leaders of the Warlock Troop, he noticed that Lannister had not faced any Warlock or Golem since his appearance, but just sluggishly burrowed into the crowd of ordinary soldiers.

The Lannister must have been scared by Nilfgaard's warlocks before, so now they can only bully ordinary people!

Attract the attention of the last lion of Cintra, defeat him, and capture him, and you will be the biggest contributor to turning the situation in the North!

"Lannister!"

Fanhema also imitated Marshal Mennonite and roared.

The fire magic, which was listed as a forbidden technique in the northern region, was cast during his chanting, and the torrent of incandescent flames rushed towards Lann.

Just passing by at a low altitude, this blazing torrent of flames burned a blackened flame channel on the grass!

Fanhema saw that Lan had just used the seals of fire and ice. He was very confident that the other party's seals could not withstand his own skill.

However, Lann had no intention of confronting him. He just looked at Fanhema with a rather strange look, and then disappeared in a flash of golden light.

With a sound of "roaring", the incandescent flame exploded at the position where Lan was standing just now, and a small black cloud actually rose, and the shock wave spread out, overturning a dozen or so Nilfgaardians not far away. Soldier.

Judging from the power of this magic, Fanhema is still quite capable.

It's just that I was a little unwise in choosing my opponents.

The next second, golden light flashed, and Fanhema realized something was wrong and put up a protective shield in time.

But Lan appeared inside the protective shield and became the "protected object" of this defensive magic.

"bass--"

The arc of light from the cold sword passed by, and the warlock without armor could strike with less effort than an ordinary soldier.

Blood splattered and soaked Menno's cloak.The marshal was also under the protection of protective magic, and only now did he realize what was happening around him.

Behind Van Hema, the Warlock soldiers who witnessed the whole process of losing their leader let out shrill screams like women.

Menno took a deep breath. He didn't panic. He was a veteran officer with backbone.He could see the situation clearly now.

He was ready to die.

"Lannister!" Marshal Mennonite roared, drawing his sword and charging towards Lann.

With a "clang" sound, Lann raised the Lake Lady's Sword and blocked the marshal's condescending blow, without moving his arm at all.

He chuckled, unsheathed another black magic scimitar behind his back, and then began to spin around Marshal Menno as if dancing.

The supreme commander of the Central Army Group immediately lost sight of the enemy. It was obvious that the Lannister did not use that wonderful teleportation magic, but only used the pace of a sword fight, but how could it be so fast?
The golden and red sword light was waving continuously in front of his eyes, and the sharp wind blew against his armor. Blood was splashed extravagantly like a fountain in the royal garden, and screams kept ringing regularly in his ears.

"Plop", "Puff" and "Puff" sounded repeatedly.

Marshal Menno looked around blankly and found that all his escorts had been sacrificed in just a few breaths. The heavy plate armor on their bodies was as fragile as cardboard in front of the enemy's sword.

"what--"

There was another scream a few steps away, and the Mennonite marshal followed the sound. This time, the warlock soldiers who had lost their leader and escaped were executed.

The poor magicians can't even open the portal, they can only use their feet.Naturally, it is a level that can be caught up with a single thought.

The marshal saw the Lannister pull the sword from the chest of the last man.As if sensing his gaze, he turned back and sneered.

Then the golden light flashed and disappeared.

The blood sprayed by the "Tick Tock" escort dripped from under Marshal Mennonite's armor.

【Why don't you kill me? 】

"Crack!" The black sun commander's flag behind him made a crisp sound and fell to the ground, raising dust.

"Why don't you kill me?" Marshal Menno's expression changed from dull to shocked, and then turned red with anger.

"Lannister! Why don't you kill me!!"

……

"My God!!"

The ice giant threw the huge anchor, and even the thick city wall could be pierced by his attack.

And this time it fell into the Nilfgaard Demonic Golden Archer Group, and the result is naturally needless to say.

In addition to attacking, the huge figure of the ice giant also attracted the most arrow firepower and magic attacks just now, creating an excellent fighting environment for Lann's teammates.

Capable of fighting, resisting and even ridiculing, he is really a super support for the main C!
With a flash of golden light, Lann appeared on the shoulder of the ice giant, and the originally violent giant suddenly became quiet.

He looked out at the fighting in all directions from a high place.

Almost all the warlock troops have been killed, and those who should be arrested have been handcuffed.When the extraordinary troops are done, they can open the portal and go back to the rear.

The big picture here is decided.

Lan patted the ice giant's neck.

"Let's go, run back, and dig into the Nilfgaardian cavalry camp from behind."

"We are more needed there, and that is the battlefield I really choose for you."
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"Oh my God, this is Yarpan!" Xia Ni exclaimed, "I know him, he was the first dwarf to follow Lane, and we once went to Bull Castle together!"

"Shut up, Shani!" Tie Xiu scolded his student, "No matter who the patient is, don't be disturbed from using your medical skills. Do you understand?"

"Answer me loudly, do you still remember the trick I taught you? Shani!"

"The red ones use red threads, the yellow ones use yellow threads, the white ones use white threads..."

"That's no problem." Rust replied decisively, "Now help me open this dwarf's abdomen together. We may have to remove a little colon or spleen or something, and then maybe stitch his liver. Dwarf The muscles are thicker than humans, so you have to use more strength, got it?"

"……Yes!"

Just before the doctors struck the knife, the pain suddenly allowed Yalpan to regain some consciousness from his coma.

"Who won?" The dwarf's eyes almost bulged out, "Is the battle still going on...Who won?"

"Brother." Iron Rust bent down toward his open, bloody, and pulsating abdominal cavity, "If I were you, this would be the least of my concerns."

(End of this chapter)