Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1701 1673. Arrival
The strong electromagnetic reaction around Qilin caused a large-scale change in the surrounding ion environment.

When this mutation occurs in creatures within the range, they will feel as if they are in a strong electric field.

Including but not limited to numbness on the body surface and hair standing up.

Lincoln had a deep understanding of this when he first saw Qilin.

His memory was fresh.

And sure enough!
On the gloomy earth, a huge voltage was formed due to the drastic change in the ion environment. The high-voltage energy made the air near the ground glow and heat up! Several pale blue tracks were formed!
Then "Bang!!!"

Electricity flashed! It pierced the air along the track! The aftermath of the loud noise left a lingering tinnitus!
In an instant, the air was stimulated into a plasma state by the ultra-high voltage current!
High-temperature, high-energy plasma flashed past, and the instantaneous temperature even exceeded that of the sun's surface! It burned the ground and the creatures on it into gaseous mist, and the remaining heat burned the unvaporized parts into a molten, shiny, high-temperature glass!
Then, these orange-yellow high-temperature glasses gradually cooled in the air and turned into black residue.

In just a moment! The Nilfgaardians, who were originally surging forward, were plowed out of their black wave-like attack, leaving behind several terrifying and hideous traces!

The entire battlefield fell silent for a moment!
On the vast field where everyone was fighting and shouting, the soldiers all stopped shooting their weapons in a daze.

Look towards the place where the dull thunder and silent power are emanating.

The sunlight pierced through the gaps in the thick dark clouds in the sky like a sharp sword.

The path of light swept across the ridge of the hill. A tall and majestic knight and his warhorse stood on the ridge, overlooking the vast battlefield of mortals.

The powerful force temporarily made people regain their sanity. But it was only temporary.

The Qilin's lightning is certainly powerful, but in the eyes of the soldiers, how different is it from the magic of the warlocks?
"Good job, man."

Lan's eyes were fixed on the densely packed, bloody and cruel battlefield below the mountain ridge, but his hand was gently stroking the neck and mane of the ancient dragon of the New World.

"But from now on, you probably won't be able to use the power of thunder."

"Xilulu?"

'What did you say?'

The Qilin let out a puzzled cry.

But before the roar completely dissipated in the air, it understood what Lan En meant.

The gloomy weather in the sky was disappearing quickly, and the sun began to shine down without any obstruction!
Not only the dark clouds that naturally floated over the battlefield at the beginning of today, but also the thunderclouds that followed the ancient dragon's nature of influencing nature and were influenced by the Qilin were all dissipating!
This is the magic that warlocks use to control the weather!

A wizard with some accomplishments could use this to control ocean currents, allowing fishermen in their territory to have regular harvests.

A large-scale magic academy like Aretuza has ensured that coastal cities like Gos Velen have not experienced even a typhoon since the day the academy was built.

The Qilin's thunder comes from its racial ecology and from the ancient dragon's natural influence on nature.

But sorcerers have long been accustomed to using supernatural powers to interfere with natural forces.

The energy contained in an ordinary typhoon is equivalent to seven or eight nuclear weapons with the equivalent of Hiroshima atomic bombs dropping every second, and this energy intensity occurs all the time during the weeks or even months that the typhoon lasts.

But they can be twisted, diverted, or even transferred directly from the sea to inland areas by the magic of warlocks.

However, the warlock who can do all this with the help of magic can be killed by a knife or even an acute gastrointestinal disease caused by eating rotten food.

This huge difference can also be seen as one of the manifestations of irrationality and disorder in the field of mysticism and chaotic magic.

The abnormal electric field environment brought by Qilin is being quickly calmed down.

Qilin has been in this magical medieval world for quite some time, but this is the first time that it has been seriously targeted by sorcerers.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately, Gu Long snorted uncomfortably.

On the contrary, Lan and the fluffy ball on its back were quite calm about it.

Warriors who focus on finding strength within are very different from these guys who play with magic and natural forces.

While Lan was calm, Nilfgaard's command post was in chaos.

"Why is he here?!" Menno Kuhoon, who just now regarded the battle of more than 100,000 people as nothing, roared like an angry lion, "Who can tell me why he is here now?!"

While roaring, he was also very clear and organized, and ordered the accompanying warlocks to maintain the suppression of the abnormal thunder and lightning environment.

The warlocks of Nilfgaard were not fakes, or rather, the warlocks that could be equipped to Menno Kuhoon at this time could not be fakes.

At first, they were indeed surprised by the huge scale and power of this "lightning spell", but after discovering that this "spell" was actually the result of large-scale traction of natural forces, a suppression plan was summarized within half a minute.

It was put into use immediately and achieved remarkable results. The target of Menno Kuhoon's roar was several clerks in the command post, who were responsible for connecting, summarizing and confirming various front-line and rear-line information.

More than a week ago, it was the information confirmed by these people that made him decide to go to war immediately!
And now, the biggest and most critical factor affecting the time of war has clearly come to the battlefield!

"No, I don't know, Your Excellency Marshal!"

A colonel among the clerks stepped forward to explain.

"We have confirmed it many times! It would take at least a month to get from Long Exeter to Vizima! He, he can't possibly."

"He's already in front of us!" The field marshal's baton hit the colonel's head. "Look at that horse! That horse is obviously not ordinary!"

The colonel recorder's head was beaten and bleeding. The blood flowed from his forehead to the corners of his eyes in his eye sockets, dyeing his irises red, but he didn't dare to blink at this moment.

"We investigated that horse, we investigated it since it first showed up more than a year ago, two years ago."

The colonel recorder whispered in defense.

"But after taking into account its speed performance over and over again, we believe that its daily range is at most

"It only takes a few fucking days to get here from Long Exeter! Vizima is dozens of kilometers south!" Menno Kuhoon said coldly, "A bunch of incompetent, derelict good-for-nothings! You should all be hanged along with those scouts who failed to conduct reconnaissance!"

At this point, the colonel recorder also started to speak without thinking.

"This is the inference approved by His Majesty." He lowered his head and said softly, "It is also the time for starting the war approved by His Majesty."

After bringing up the emperor's name, the field marshal took a deep breath and decided not to pursue the matter any further.

Besides, the most important thing right now is that it is hard to predict the outcome of this battle, which was already a foregone conclusion in the minds of many people in Nilfgaard.

The world-famous demon hunter, riding a horse that did not look like an ordinary creature, stood quietly on the high ridge, looking down at them.

The numbing feeling on the body surface disappeared, but at the same time, the dark clouds in the sky also dissipated. Only a stubborn black smoke was still floating in the sky.

The people on the battlefield didn't know that in that short period of time, the natural power of the ancient dragons of the New World and the supernatural power of the Nilfgaardian sorcerers were interacting with each other.

This scene of 'light breaking through the clouds' is, to some extent, very religious.

And now, to whom should the religious atmosphere in this scene be attributed?
——That really goes without saying.

"It's Hemdall!" a man from the Skellige Islands shouted. After hours of fighting, his hair was so wet that water could be squeezed out. But now he suddenly had strength from nowhere and was so excited that veins popped out on his forehead. "It's the Final Battle!"

Hemdall is a great hero in the Skellige mythology. He is the one who announced that the world would begin the final battle between light and darkness. He is also the blood ancestor that the Skellige people believe in.

At this moment, it is not just the Skellige people who are shouting and roaring!

The shouts were like a biting cold wind blowing across the earth, and the violent roars were accompanied by an excited mood.

In this war, there were many people who had fought in the last Battle of Sodden Mountain. After all, they were all elites and veterans.

And at this moment, the same battlefield, the same enemy.

Lan En's arrival itself is enough to cause a huge, even terrifying response!

It was reasonable for the northern kings to fear that their soldiers would have the opportunity to go to the battlefield with this witcher, and that their legions trained on Mount Sodden would see this figure again!
Even though he was just standing on the ridge and doing nothing, the entire field that served as the battlefield was already shaking the sky with roars that were a hundred times more intense than the previous fights!

"Meow!!!"

The warriors' emotions infected the fluffy ball, and the war-crazy kitten also stood on Lan's shoulder and cried out excitedly to the sky.

The Qilin's hooves were restlessly digging at the ground beneath its feet.

Unlike the northerners who were inspired by Lan's mere presence.

The Nilfgaard army was like a black tide, but everyone felt a chill all over their body at this moment.

"Stop him!" A Nilfgaardian officer in the crowd seemed to have seen something from the man on the ridge. He first murmured in a low voice, and then his face suddenly changed and he shouted loudly, "Stop him! Change formation! Change!"

He didn't have the chance to shout again.

Before the Nilfgaardian officer could finish his shrill cry, he lost consciousness!

Instead, it was those who were a little further away from the eastern defense line who, by virtue of their distance, were able to see clearly what was happening.

(End of this chapter)