Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1642 1614. Gulliver's Sword

"Ahhh!"

"Come on! Come on!"

Not only did the Nilfgaardians scream and roar during the sudden night attack, but the elves guarding the city gates and the humans in the rebel army also let out hysterical roars as the psychological pressure grew as the enemy got closer.

Every minute and second before meeting the enemy seemed as long and painful as a year or a month.

War always brings out the bestial side of people. Even the elves who claim to be "more evolved" and whose fangs, which symbolize their bestiality, have disappeared from their species characteristics, are no different from lunatics when they are hysterical.

In fact, due to their great confidence in this night attack, the vanguard troops of the rebels outside the city had already advanced to a very close distance towards Vergen.

After Iorveth sent out the whistle signal, they began to charge and capture the city from a distance of less than 500 meters outside the city.

This distance is very dangerous. If the night attack fails, or the enemies in the city are prepared, the attack from the city walls can easily cover this area and cause heavy casualties.

In comparison, the distance between the Nilfgaardians inside the city and the city gate was only about 300 meters shorter than that of the rebels outside the city.

In other words, as long as the intruders at the city gate can withstand the time difference required to run 300 meters, they will have accomplished their mission.

Three hundred meters, for a group of people charging, can pass quickly. It is almost a time difference that is not worth paying attention to.

But now, no one is qualified to say to the group of intruders blocking the city gate, "This period of time is not worth paying attention to."

Because they are the ones who face the blade and have to withstand the pressure of three hundred meters.

Sakia and the cloaked men charged ahead, as usual.

Although she was full of confidence because of Lan's arrival, she was also worried about the casualties of the intruders.

It was for this reason that the Dragon Slaying Saint was trusted and loved by the rebels.

However, the success of this night attack was far beyond her imagination.

Sakia rushed into the deep gate of Vergen first, and saw a flash of golden light on the spot.

It was a bison shaped by golden energy, charging with its head down!

The impact force is much stronger than that of a real bison!

[Bull Charge]!
Kassandra used the Isu energy with ease, dual-wielding her weapons and lunging forward.

Then the golden energy followed her movements and had a substantial impact.

The phantom of the bison made of energy kept crashing forward more than ten meters away, and all the enemies in a line in front of it were knocked away like rag dolls!
Iorveth and other intruders mostly maintained a sword-and-shield combination, and this very safe combination allowed them to protect themselves to a great extent.

The one-eyed elf looked at Cassandra with a look that said, 'This must be magic.'

"You retreat!" Sakia didn't have time to be surprised by Cassandra's eye-catching performance, and immediately began to control the situation, "Fight from behind! Let's rush in! Occupy the city walls and streets! Quick!"

The cloaked people who rushed in with Sakia quickly took the lead.

Their quality is obviously several levels higher than that of ordinary soldiers!
Several people blocked the city gate, and with Sachia as the center, they were like a reversal wave, pushing back the Nilfgaardians and Nasir auxiliary troops who were swarming towards the city wall!
After opening up space with tough tactics, the subsequent rebel forces quickly spread out and entered the city.

The people sticking to the wall rushed to the wall first, preparing to capture the wall as planned.

Having developed to this point, it can be said that the city has basically been taken over.

The panic caused by the night attack and the failure in trying to retake the city gate, the commander was killed accurately without anyone noticing in the chaos.
After a series of reactions, the Nilfgaardians and the Nasir auxiliary army collapsed immediately.

After Sakia crossed the city gate and led the cloaked people to charge back into the city for about ten steps, there was basically no organized enemy resistance in front of her.

The chaos intensified further, with cries, shouts, burning and collapsing sounds continuing.

But this was because the defenders had collapsed.

Everywhere you look, you can see Nilfgaardians and Nasir auxiliary troops running for their lives like headless flies.

At this time, Lan En, also wearing a hooded cloak, entered the city wall through the less crowded city gate, following the subsequent reinforcements.

With a quick scan, he accurately located the trace of the [North Wind Bomb] that was detonated by Cassandra's [Destruction Shot].

After taking a look, he took a hand and a half sword from the commander's body.

Cheers were heard from the city wall. Lan En turned around and saw that Sakia had led his men to put out the fire on the city wall. The five dwarves who went to control the gate switch also suffered no losses.

There was a cheer from the city wall.

Lan walked over and handed the half sword to Sakia who was surrounded and cheering.

Now it was a difficult night battle, there was a large mess to be sorted out, and the fires in the city had to be controlled.

So the rebels on the city wall only cheered around Sakia for a while before she sent them out to complete their tasks. At this time, with fewer people around her, the Dragon Slayer Saint raised her head and asked Lan En with the half-sword in her hand.

"What is this? I have the Valyrian steel sword in my hand."

"You have a common blade in your hand. Any smith with a Valyrian steel ingot and a plasticizer could have made it. But this sword is different."

Lan En stretched out a finger and lightly touched the blade of the half-sword with his fingertips, making a clear and pleasant sound.

He smiled beneath his hood.

"Our meeting was too hasty, and I was wondering if it would be inappropriate not to bring a gift."

"There's no need to be so polite between us." Sachia shook her head coolly. Her dark golden hair, which was restrained by a red and white hairband, took on a red texture under the firelight.

I don't know if it's because of what Iorveth said before, "beautiful women have a significant motivating effect on men's fighting spirit."

Although the weather was still cold, Sakia's attire was no different from the previous time they met.

The collar of her padded jacket was open, showing off her full chest and slender waist.

It is indeed inspiring enough.

Anyway, she is a green dragon transformed into a human form, so this temperature difference should not be a problem for her at all.

"This sword is in the shape of Gulvisir, a sword designed and crafted by the dwarves."

Lan explained to this woman who was essentially a green dragon.

This sword is very beautiful and capable. It has a solid texture, but the blade is thin and light, like a fragile and sharp razor.

"It was not long before Valyrian steel was invented, and dragons and witchers were almost extinct."

Lan En smiled, with a hint of joking in his words, which made Sakia smile helplessly.

"Gulvisir is the finest sword a mortal can forge."

"The technology of dwarves and gnomes is updated from generation to generation, and the gnomes with their unconventional minds are more effective. The swords in those legends are always the older the better, but in any case they are not as good as the modern gnomes' Gul'vesir swords."

"I have dealt with the dwarves in the Amel Mountains. They told me about their cooperation with the dwarves: the dwarves smelt the steel and create a laminated sword blank, but the finishing and polishing are the skills of the dwarves. Together, they form the sword Gulliversir."

"And this sword, Gul'vesir, as you have noticed, is made of Valyrian steel, which means that the dwarves and gnomes who forged it must have developed new technology to match it."

"Even now that technology has advanced many times, this can be considered a top-notch sword, right?" Sachia sighed and found a scabbard to put the sword in.

"Indeed." Lan nodded under his hood, then shook his head. "But the origin of this sword is the Tyr Tosha Mountains, where the dwarves live. It is in Nilfgaard. This is indeed a good sword that the dwarves brought to Nilfgaard."

"But the question is: a sword that combines new technology, new craftsmanship, and new materials." Lan En said with interest. "How can a Nilfgaardian officer who leads only 800 people including auxiliary troops buy it?"

"You mean, there's something wrong with this sword?"

"The sword itself should be fine. But it's hard to say what's going on behind the scenes. We can wait and see." The demon hunter shrugged. "According to the time, Yarpan should start."
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"What the fuck! is going on?!"

Hans Capen listened almost dully in the direction of the city gate. First there was the sound of the gate mechanism activated, and then the gate creaked open.

His brain was a little slow to react after being tired for half a day.

His handsome face looked silly with this expression.

But beside him, Henry immediately dropped the pickaxe in his hand that he was using to hit the stone, put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and looked around vigilantly.

It turned out that without them noticing, a dozen dwarves tied together by iron chains had surrounded them!

After the noise at the city gate, it was followed by the hysterical alarm sounds of the defenders in Vergen, as well as various panicked but violent shouts.

Everyone wants to gather the troops, and everyone wants to block the gate quickly.

The mixture is like a sudden thunder, making people even more confused.

"What do you want to do?" Henry asked in a simple and honest voice, but he looked like he was about to draw his sword.

"We didn't mean to do anything." One of the dwarves spoke up, "It's just that you two don't look like black dogs and you work with us, so we want to save your lives."

"We're trying to save you. If you know what's good for you, don't move, boy. The people outside are the rebels who have been in contact with us before. Stay here with us. If we wanted to kill you, we would have dropped the pickaxe on your heads just now."

"Capone?"

Henry still held the hilt of his sword, guarding against the dwarves around him, and asked his friends and adults without turning his head.

(End of this chapter)