I'm not a Witcher anymore.

Chapter 168 The Cumans are still too urbanized

"Hold on! Don't let them get up here!!"

Beside the tower on the right side of the city wall, Matos is roaring at the top of his lungs.

The attackers on this side were private soldiers from the Rosenberg family of South Bohemia.

Among them, the leading squires wore fine Milanese plate armor, while the professional soldiers behind them were also clad in plate armor and chainmail, carrying heavy warhammers, broadswords, and large shields. Their equipment and fighting skills far surpassed those of Skalitz's guards.

"Get out of here, you country bumpkin!"

With a sinister laugh, the Rosenberg heavy infantryman swung his steel shield from his left arm, which slammed into Matos's chest like a moving iron wall.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Matos, despite his best efforts to block, was still knocked back, the stone bricks beneath his feet seeming to tremble under the impact.

Before he could even regain his footing, another enemy soldier took the opportunity to circle around from the side, his mace whistling through the air as he brutally smashed into a young guard who was trying to cover for him.

click

The helmet dented instantly, and blood and brain matter splattered onto the gray stone wall.

The young guard didn't even have time to scream before his body went limp like a rag doll.

"We've broken through!!"

"For Rosenberg! Kill them all!!"

A gap has been torn in the defense line.

As the first heavy infantryman stood firmly on the city wall, the remaining enemy troops poured in like a flood bursting its banks.

One, two — three ladders were erected simultaneously on this section of the city wall.

Those professional soldiers, dressed in bright robes and armed to the teeth, grinned as they climbed the city wall.

Panic spread like a plague.

"It's unstoppable—it's simply unstoppable—"

Just as the defensive line was about to collapse completely and the shadow of death loomed over everyone's hearts, a dark blue figure suddenly cut into the chaotic battle.

"Get out of the way."

Zig's voice cut through the cacophony of shouts and reached the ears of several panicked defenders.

The defenders instinctively parted to the sides.

At the end of the suddenly appearing passage, more than a dozen Rosenberg heavy infantrymen who had just climbed onto the city wall turned around.

The burly man leading the group looked at the handsome young man in front of him, who only had a sword and wasn't even wearing armor. A cruel mockery flashed in his eyes beneath his mask.

But Zieg didn't stop walking, looking at the other person calmly, as if he were looking at a shrub that had grown crooked and needed pruning.

A clear, resonant sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, rang out.

The Langrisser sword, which had always hung at his waist and whose scabbard was so ornate it seemed like a mere decoration, was finally drawn.

Then, his figure disappeared from the spot.

fast.

too fast.

The burly man only saw a flash of blue before his eyes and instinctively tried to swing his sword to block, but his muscle memory, which had been trained countless times, could not keep up with the afterimage captured by his retina at this moment.

There was no sense of obstruction.

Zig drew an extremely simple horizontal arc with Langrisser in his hand.

puff.

A faint sound, almost drowned out by the wind, rang out.

The burly man's sinister smile froze.

His Milanese plate armor, which he was so proud of and which could withstand arrows, was as fragile as paper under Zieg's sword.

The sword sliced ​​through his neck guard without resistance, then grazed his neck as easily as cutting through a block of hot butter.

The moment the helmeted head flew into the air, disbelief and confusion lingered in its eyes.

But this is just the beginning.

The space on the city wall was too narrow, with corpses, broken spears, and shields crowding at the feet, leaving very little room to maneuver.

step.

One sword.

Langrisser drew clean, crisp arcs in his hands, slicing through the shield, the arm guards, the breastplate, and even the flesh hidden behind the steel.

He dodged the falling warhammer, and Langrisser swung his arm upwards, severing the attacker's arm along with his arm guard.

A heavy infantryman raised his halberd and brought it down hard, but he simply dodged to the side, then stepped on the shaft of the halberd and plunged his sword into the heavy infantryman's heart.

The Langrisser sword seemed to come alive in his hands, and every swing of it took a life.

Those steel defenses that seemed impregnable to ordinary soldiers were utterly useless in his presence.

"Monster—he's a monster!!"

In just a few breaths, more than half of the once invincible assault team had fallen.

The remaining Rosenberg soldiers finally felt fear.

This fear did not stem from death itself, but from the utterly incomprehensible power disparity—their weapons could not even touch the hem of their clothes, while the other's sword could ignore all their defenses.

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

A terrified soldier tried to turn around and jump back onto the ladder.

"Since you're here, why not stay?"

Sieg took a step forward, and swung Langrisser in his hand.

With a flash of sword light, the last three heavy infantrymen who tried to escape fell like harvested wheat into a pool of blood.

Silence returned to the city walls, with only the futile roars echoing from below the siege ladders.

Zieg stood amidst the pile of corpses, slowly lowering the longsword in his hand.

The longsword that had slain more than a dozen heavy infantrymen was completely unstained by blood, still reflecting a cold gleam in the sunlight.

"Oh?"

Just as Zieg was about to sheath his sword, he caught a glimpse of an unsettling commotion in the distance out of the corner of his eye.

"It seems that fear fades too quickly for some people."

About two hundred meters away from the city wall, the Cuman cavalry, who had been scattered by the alchemical bombs, miraculously regrouped.

The burly Kuman leader, wearing a metal mask, was galloping wildly through the chaotic army.

He swung his scimitar wildly, the back of the blade lashing his fleeing men, roaring like a wild beast: "Come back! Come back to me! It's witchcraft! Only once!!"

The Kuman chieftain's voice became hoarse and torn from his roar, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the deep blue figure on the city wall.

He was unwilling to accept that his proud steppe cavalry had been terrified by mere witchcraft.

"Spread out! Don't huddle together!!"

He roared as he forcefully turned his horse around, trying to use his authority as the leader to reorganize the ranks. "Charge!"

Drown him with a rain of arrows! Anyone who dares to back down will have their head chopped off!

Under his tyrannical coercion, the terrified Cuman cavalrymen had no choice but to suppress their fear.

Trembling, they raised their recurve bows again, turned their horses around once more, and the snorting of their warhorses coalesced into a turbulent tide, preparing to launch an even more frenzied retaliatory barrage at Skaritz.

"These Cumans are still too urbanized."

The Langrisser sword, which had just drunk countless lives, was casually sheathed back into its scabbard at Sieg's waist with a soft "click".

Haitar took another, longer and heavier sling from the wooden box at his feet.

The sling bag was much wider than the previous one, and a sturdy hemp rope net was sewn on the outside. It was originally prepared for throwing cluster bombs that were bundled together.

"Dragon's Dream".

Zieg took the heavy sling and reached out his hand.

Haitar immediately handed over a bundle of earthenware jars tightly tied together with leather rope.

That wasn't a bomb.

Instead, it was a bundle of several Dragon Dream bombs forcibly tied together.

Zieg put the heavy alchemical bomb into his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, the heavy sling began to spin in his palm.

Ugh!

A low, rumbling sound of wind breaking echoed from the city walls.

The next moment, the cluster of dragon dreams drew a high arc, flew over the city wall, over the blood-stained slope, and flew towards the Cuman cavalry that were regrouping two hundred meters away.