I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 160 Everyone else is playing Kingdom Come: Deliverance, you're playing Dynasty Warriors, aren't you?

Eighty meters.

This is the distance that the Cumans prefer.

At this distance, their composite bows were no longer just for intimidation. Even without aiming at the nobleman himself, simply shooting down his horse would be enough to send him sprawling into the dust.

The remaining fourteen Cuman cavalrymen let out beast-like howls almost simultaneously.

They lowered their angle, pointing the arrows at his warhorse, shoulders, arms, and the surrounding escape route.

Beng bang bang bang—!

This time, the strings no longer sounded fragmented, but rather converged into a unified, resounding roar.

A dozen arrows tore through the air with a piercing whistle, weaving a black net that instantly sealed off all of Sieg's escape routes.

No matter whether he turned left or right, even if he lay prone on the horse's back, the barrage of arrows was enough to knock down the warhorse, tear open his shoulders and arms, and drag him off the horse.

"Fall down, you lunatic!"

A cruel glint flashed in the eyes of one of the Cuman cavalrymen, as if he could already see the nobleman falling from his horse and being dragged between the horse's hooves and ropes.

However, a swift step!

As 20 points of magic power evaporated instantly, a gentle current rose from the soles of Zig's feet, swirling upwards along his calves.

call-!

The airflow suddenly lifted his body.

Zig was lifted into the air as if by a whirlwind in the valley, amidst a chorus of incredulous gasps.

The arrows that were originally aimed at him and his warhorse whizzed past his feet, some embedding themselves in the empty saddle, while others pierced the warhorse's shoulders, back, and sides.

The warhorse let out a mournful cry, and after falling, it still lurched forward a distance due to inertia.

Zig's figure passed through the rain of arrows and landed on the ground twenty meters ahead.

The moment his toes touched the ground, his body sank slightly.

Bang.

The soil exploded beneath his feet.

Zieg leaped up again and charged straight at the Cuman cavalry at the front.

The Cuman cavalry at the forefront stared blankly into their eyes.

He still couldn't understand why the nobleman had disappeared from his horse and then reappeared before him the next moment.

The bow of Shahbaz in Sieg's hand vanished instantly.

He drew the long sword from his waist.

Pfft—!

Langurisa swept through the air.

The Cuman cavalryman didn't even have time to raise his scimitar to parry before he felt a chill on his neck.

Like a hot knife through butter, Languriza's sharp blade instantly sliced ​​across his cervical spine.

A helmeted head tumbled through the air, while the headless body remained in a charging stance on horseback.

But this is just the beginning.

The instant Sieg killed the first man, he lightly touched the body of the stray warhorse with his toe.

The lingering magical winds of Swift Step lifted him once more, allowing him to complete an almost absurd double leap amidst the chaotic cavalry formation.

brush!

A deep blue cloak bloomed amidst the crowd, like a flower of death.

Zieg's figure transformed into a streak of light leaping through the cavalry ranks.

He doesn't need warhorses, because the enemy's warhorses are his steeds; he doesn't need shields, because the enemy's attacks simply can't keep up with his pace.

A Cuman cavalryman swung his sword in terror.

Sieg didn't even try to dodge; Langrisser simply flicked his wrist.

Click.

The cavalryman, sword and all, was severed from the waist by this sword.

The lamellar armor was as brittle as a sheet of paper under Sieg's sword.

"He's the devil! He's the devil!"

The remaining Cumans were completely devastated.

Their prized horsemanship became utterly laughable in the face of this monster who could ride on enemy horses for leverage and weave through swords.

In just five breaths.

For the spectators on the city wall, it was just a gasp that came in the blink of an eye.

For the Cumans, however, it was a nightmare that felt as long as a century.

With the last Cuman squad leader who tried to escape on horseback being stabbed through the heart from behind by Zieg, this one-sided massacre finally came to an end.

The wasteland returned to silence.

Only a herd of warhorses, now without their masters, remained, snorting uneasily in place, while the once-arrogant elite cavalry lay scattered around their hooves.

Zieg stood amidst this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

He flicked Langrisser, and drops of blood from the blade slid down the smooth mirror surface and dripped into the dust.

He slowly sheathed his sword, his movements as elegant as if he were finishing up a service.

The wind stopped.

The suffocating sound of hooves and neighing on the wasteland was like a sudden downpour, coming fiercely and leaving without warning.

Only the faint smell of blood lingering in the air, and the restless snorting of the warhorses that had lost their masters, remained to remind the survivors of what had just happened.

The two surviving Skaritz scouts practically tumbled off their horses, their legs gave way, and they collapsed heavily to their knees on the dusty, pebbly ground.

"Your Majesty——Your Highness————"

One of them wanted to say thank you, but found his throat choked and he couldn't make a complete sound. Tears mixed with the dust and blood on his face, washing away the tears and leaving winding streaks.

What they just witnessed has completely shattered their understanding of martial arts, knighthood, and war.

That wasn't the skill of an ordinary person; it was a divine miracle.

Zig looked at the two soldiers kneeling on the ground.

"Get up, Lord Radji is still waiting for us."

The two men stood up shakily, and the look in their eyes as they looked at Zieg was no longer just awe of nobility, but a kind of fanatical loyalty and worship.

Zieg walked to the Cuman ten-man's warhorse, slowed his pace, and stretched out his hand so that it could smell his scent.

The warhorse snorted and pawed the ground restlessly with its front hooves.

Zig stood to its side and in front, stroking the mane on its neck in a low, steady voice.

After a moment, the warhorse finally stopped kicking, and its tense neck gradually relaxed.

The more trained a warhorse is, the more instinctively it will seek out the herd after the chaos. If you can stabilize one horse first and let it lead the way, the rest of the horses, even if they don't obey immediately, will often follow the herd.

Zieg then grasped the reins and mounted his horse.

He glanced at the Cuman warhorses scattered around him.

There were more than twenty horses.

In this era, this is a considerable fortune.

Sieg sat on his horse, whistled a clear and long whistle, and then slowly guided his warhorse forward.

The two scouts finally snapped out of their shock and hurriedly stepped forward to take the reins of the closest warhorses whose reins were still dragging on the ground.

The horses, who had lost their master, were initially pacing anxiously, but when they saw their companions begin to move and heard the familiar sound of hooves fading into the distance, they pricked up their ears and hesitantly followed.

Initially, there were only three or five horses.

Subsequently, more warhorses were drawn by the herd and gradually gathered at the rear of the column.

"Let's go."

Zieg gently spurred his horse, leading the two scouts and the large haul of spoils, and slowly made his way toward the castle.

The sunlight shone on him, giving his dark blue velvet hunting suit a faint golden edge.

At the same time, a troop of cavalry was galloping madly toward them, kicking up clouds of dust.

Leading the charge was Radji Kobila.

The usually calm and experienced Skaritzburger was now wearing a crooked helmet, his face covered in sweat of anxiety and regret.

"Faster! Faster!"

Radji roared, tirelessly lashing his warhorse with his whip.

The image of Sieg charging out of the city gate alone kept flashing through his mind.

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That's Duke Görlitz! He's of royal blood!

If Sieg dies here, right under his nose, it will not only be a loss for Skaritz, but also the collapse of the entire royalist camp.

"You must hold on—"

Radji prayed frantically in his heart.

However, just as they crested a low earthen slope and their view suddenly opened up, Radji abruptly tightened the reins.

"Whoa—!"

The warhorse reared up and neighed.

The cavalrymen behind him also stopped abruptly, their horses' hooves leaving messy tracks on the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

All sound ceased abruptly at that moment.

Radji stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape, his expression frozen on his face as if he had seen a ghost, looking both comical and shocking.

A figure dressed in a magnificent dark blue robe, riding a tall horse and basking in the sunlight, leisurely walked towards them.

Behind him followed the two scouts, covered in dust but still alive.

Further back were more than twenty Cuman warhorses with empty saddles, following the rear of the column in twos and threes, so quiet that they looked like a newly incorporated unit.

The scene was so harmonious and quiet that Radji had a strong, unreal feeling.

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