I'm not a Witcher anymore.

"On the rooftop! Archers, suppress him!"

A dense rain of arrows instantly descended upon the thatched hut where Sieg was, like locusts.

But Zieg reacted faster.

He leaped directly from the back of the roof, adjusted his posture in mid-air, and rolled upon landing.

Then he circled around to the eaves of another house and easily jumped up.

The Nilfgaardian archers continued to rain arrows down on the original roof, the arrows embedding themselves in the thatch and planks, sending debris flying everywhere.

By the time they finally realized their target had moved, Sieg's bowstring had already been drawn again.

call out!call out!call out!call out!

He didn't shoot the infantry, but instead targeted the archers at the back of the formation.

Before the four Nilfgaardian archers could react, they fell to the ground one after another.

Zoltan was waiting for this gap.

The dwarven veteran, who had been waiting behind the Temerians, twisted the copper band on the North Wind bomb that Sieg had given him and hurled it at the Nilfgaardians.

The glass bottle struck the rear of the Nilfgaardian infantry column and shattered with a crisp sound.

A white, cold current exploded along the ground, like an invisible hand that instantly gripped the surrounding black-clad soldiers.

The dozen or so people closest to the landing point were still in the charging and shield-raising posture, but their bodies were frozen in place.

Frost crept up from the soles of their boots, up their armor, arms, and faces, freezing them into cold statues in the blink of an eye.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers behind them couldn't stop in time, and some of them crashed into their frozen comrades in front of them.

The ice sculpture wobbled, then cracked open from the waist and fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces.

Shards of ice and frozen flesh were splattered everywhere.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers, who were charging at the roadblocks, were thrown into chaos.

The person at the front instinctively stepped back, only to bump into a companion behind them who hadn't even seen what was happening. The group was instantly jostled together, with shields, axes, and grappling hooks scattered all over the ground.

"Run! Run, all of you!"

It's unclear who shouted that first.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers at the bridgehead finally broke down.

……

The fighting on the north bank of the river began even earlier than the collapse at the bridgehead.

The twenty-odd Nilfgaardian light cavalrymen quickly found the shallows north of White Orchard.

The river was not deep enough for warhorses to wade across, but there were scattered rocks washed out by the current both underwater and on the banks.

Once cavalrymen step into shallow waters, they can no longer go fast.

The horse's hooves sank into the icy river, splashing up large sprays of water.

The entire team was squeezed between the riverbank and the shallows, unable to expand or accelerate their charge.

Sakia arrived at that moment.

She immediately leaped and slashed down with her two greatswords.

The sword cleaved down from the front of the horse's neck, smashing the cavalryman on its back into the shallows.

Blood splattered with the river water, and the fallen warhorses lay across the water, immediately blocking the path of the cavalry behind them.

"Scatter! Scatter!"

Someone behind shouted in alarm and anger, but the shoal was too narrow, and the rocks and fallen corpses blocked the way completely.

The warhorses neighed in fright, the cavalrymen huddled together, their lances and reins tangled, making it difficult even to turn around.

Sakia stepped into the shallow water, and the surface of the water burst open under her iron boots.

With a sweep of her greatsword, the two closest cavalrymen were knocked off their horses.

A third cavalryman thrust his lance from the side. Sakia grabbed the lance shaft and yanked it hard.

The cavalryman on horseback felt as if he had been pulled off his horse by a dragon and thrown heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, his two greatswords stabbed down fiercely.

It pierced through his heart.

Screams echoed from the north bank of the river.

These Nilfgaardian light cavalry originally came to outflank White Orchard, but they never dreamed they would be trapped in this shallow area.

In less than a minute or two, the cavalry unit that had flanked the enemy was completely wiped out by Sakiya.

The last cavalryman who tried to escape back to the north bank hadn't even taken a few steps when the girl threw a two-handed greatsword that pierced his body from behind.

The body fell into the river, where the blood-red water slowly washed it away.

Sakia turned her head and glanced in the direction of the Bridge of Lamentation. The shouts of battle continued from the other side of the bridge.

The girl drew her greatsword and hurried eastward along the riverbank from which the cavalry had come.

The slopes, tree shadows, and undulating field ridges concealed her figure.

When she reappeared on the battlefield, she had already circled around to the flank and rear of Nilfgaard's main force.

……

Nilfgaard's main team.

Cavalry Captain Salgwinli's face was so dark it looked like it could be wrung out.

He gripped the expensive monoculars tightly and witnessed everything that happened in front of the Bridge of Lamentation.

It's only been a few minutes.

The fifty soldiers he sent to attack the front line fell down like wheat being harvested!

"The Temurian army actually has such a sharpshooter... and after the Lomunie Summit, how could there still be sorcerers serving Temuria?"

Aside from a select few like the usurper emperor of Nilfgaard who truly valued Witchers, most nobles and officers on the continent knew little about them beyond swords and potions. As for alchemical bombs, even fewer knew of them.

Therefore, in Salgwinley's view, the only way that such a small glass bottle could produce such a cold current was through the magic of a sorcerer.

But no matter what he thought, the situation for the Nilfgaardians was already quite dire.

The entire 100-man light cavalry company had previously sent out more than 20 riders to flank from the north bank of the river and another 50 men to dismount and attack on foot. Now, he only had more than 20 cavalrymen left with him.

However, if there is both a sharpshooter and a sorcerer stationed in that village, then even if another strong attack is launched, the result will not change.

"Blow the horn, call the first team back..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw on the thatched roof at the end of the telescope, the longbow was drawn into a full moon in the sharpshooter's hand.

The arrow tip on the bowstring is steadily pointing in his direction.

This distance—

impossible.

It's impossible for anyone to hit a target surrounded by guards at this distance.

But the figure did not hesitate.

He did not hear the string.

It's too far away.

Salgwinley only saw the figure in the monoculars loosen the bowstring.

The lens suddenly shattered in front of his eyes.

The shattered glass and the arrow struck his left eye together, and a cold, excruciating pain shot through his skull.

The azure sky, the guards' warhorses, and the lingering cold light from the edge of the telescope all shattered into chaotic shadows.

He could feel his body falling backward off the saddle, could feel an arrow shaft firmly embedded in his skull, and could feel the wooden shaft vibrating gently deep within his skull.

He could hear the startled neighing of his personal guard's warhorse, and the soft splattering of blood as it sprayed from the back of his head onto the armor of the guard behind him.

The sound was so close to him, and so familiar—

He had heard it countless times.

This time, however, it was he who was bleeding.

It wasn't until his body crashed heavily to the ground that Salgwinli's consciousness completely vanished into darkness.

"Captain—!!"

The piercing screams of the royal guard cavalry ripped through the sky.

Before they could even see where the arrow came from, a silver-white figure charged into the ranks of the imperial guards from the side and rear.

Facing more than twenty panicked personal guard cavalrymen, Saqia lowered her center of gravity, and with a violent metallic whistling sound, she swept out with her greatsword.

*Pfft!* *Snap!*

The forelegs of the three warhorses were severed by Sakia. The horses, losing their support, fell forward with their riders, splashing blood and frozen mud everywhere.