Chapter 154 How Dare You Guys

"They have nothing to do for the time being, but they can't help you. After all, there are too many of them. We plan to take care of them slowly after we get rid of you."

Lan En's face became even colder: "What did you do?"

Liens sneered, his voice was hoarse and with a heavy sense of tearing, just listening to it made people feel physically uncomfortable.

"You are a big shot, Earl Lannister of Cintra. I am fully aware of this, so in order to deal with you, I have to find other big shots, otherwise I wouldn't have the guts to appear in front of you."

Liens laughed viciously, and the ugly scar on his face writhed as if trying to crowd out the facial features:

"Come on, I want to live count. Poets don't matter."

Dandelion's face suddenly turned pale.

A dozen killers and mercenaries looked at each other and slowly approached Lan.

Lann drew out the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, retreated to the corner, and asked Dandelion, "Can you take care of yourself?"

The poet stammered: "You...do you think they will like my song? You seem to have said before that you can kill several warlocks in one go, but now you can't deal with them?"

Lann grinned: "I can't guarantee that I can kill them without hurting you. So here comes my second question to you: can you swim?"

Dandelion froze for a moment, a bad premonition welled up in his heart, but there was also an inexplicable sense of familiarity that followed.

"Hey, hey... Mr. Lannister, no, Lann, listen to me..."

Lann turned around abruptly, and a [Alder's Seal] with enhanced magic power in his left hand blasted a big hole in the wooden wall behind him, causing the poor house to groan dangerously.

Then he grabbed Dandelion's collar with his right hand, and with a sudden force, the poet felt a burst of clouds and fog in his body, and his whole body flew up.

In midair, Dandelion looked up to the sky, looking melancholy at the half-round crescent moon covered by dark clouds in the midair. Apart from that, there was not a single star in the sky. It was pitch black, just like his heart.

"You and Geralt are indeed the same~~"

The poet's screams came to an abrupt end with the splash of falling water.

Lan moved his neck, moved his left hand again, [Quen's Seal] upper body, he grinned like a hungry lion baring its teeth:

"I want to save a little magic power, because it will be useful later. So for you, the scene after a while may be—more bloody."

Reins didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at this time, and he also grinned: "I agree."

The battle didn't start with a sword, because the witcher badge on Lane's chest suddenly began to tremble violently, which indicated that someone was using magic to attack.

He jumped away from the spot, using the rune sword to block and neutralize the powerful magical energy that could immobilize people.

Liens raised his arm and wanted to do something more, but he obviously didn't cooperate very well with the temporarily hired outlaws. At this moment, the dozen or so people rushed forward, leaving no room for the Warlock to perform. All he could do was step back with a curse.

It was obvious that there were several different small groups attacking Lann, which made them have a tacit but unfamiliar contradictory attack rhythm.

However, they quickly sorted out the order and gave way to the four fastest runners. Their cooperation was also the most tacit, and their sword-holding postures were also very professional.

One of the first thugs feinted with his right hand, but dodged it immediately, in order to give the man behind him the opportunity to deliver a deceitful thrust.

But Lann's speed is so fast and his strength is so great. He even rushed towards the first villain who had already dodged away regardless, and split his chest and abdomen open in the surprised eyes of the other party.

Lan En was very angry and used a lot of force, almost beheading the opponent in half.

Then he bent down with the strength of the forward charge, instead of rolling over, he blocked the opponent's ensuing attack with the unsheathed griffin steel sword on his back, and then he took advantage of the momentum to hold the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and drew the sword out Sheath, holding the sword in both hands and using a cross cut to split the opponent's entire upper body.

The runes on the blood-soaked Lake Maiden's sword became brighter.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake has the characteristic of increasing the attack after killing the enemy, which is commonly known as "stacking damage". In theory, with it, Lann not only does not need to change the silver sword in the future, but even the steel sword is no longer necessary.

After all, his left hand is usually free to cast the seal, but now he holds the sword in both hands, and he feels that the battle is very smooth.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and the remaining two of the four hadn't reacted to the death of their companions, and they were still attacking Lan from two different directions.

And Lan En turned sideways back into the gap between the two, holding two swords, and began to spin.

[Whirling Sword Dance]!

Lan felt his long sword severing someone's spine, and the horrific wailing cut open the other's throat before it even started. He hasn't practiced left-handed swordsmanship much before, but with the blessing of the system, he doesn't feel the slightest unfamiliarity when performing [Swirling Sword Dance].

Double the distance of the sword, double the damage, and soon there was a bloody storm in the wooden house, and the blade slashed through all the standing things in the house.

Can the thugs, scoundrels, and killers in these towns be compared with the soldiers of Nilfgaard? It was not easy for Lan to kill them. The sword skills like a meat grinder raged in the small room, and quickly killed all irrelevant personnel.

Until there were only Lan and Reins left.

The Warlock's face was already pale. He had heard rumors that the lions passed by Nilfgaardian corpses, but he always thought it was an inspiring spiritual consolation fabricated by the refugees.

This person in front of him was actually able to fight ten against one in an encounter! This is something that many warlocks who just graduated from the academy can't do!

Reins kept backing away, while raising his arms in front of him, a magical light gushed out from between his fingers. There are words in his mouth, but his speaking speed is very slow, obviously he is not very proficient in the spell he is about to use.

Seeing this, Lan En rushed towards him with two swords in hand without thinking, which immediately frightened the warlock. He couldn't finish the spell and ran away.

While he was running, he was still yelling incomprehensible words, but there was no magic wave on his body. Lane understood that it was not a magic spell, but a cry for help. Or rather - ask for help.

Help followed. The two had already run out of the house and into the street, the alley was illuminated by the dazzling light, and a fiery red oval portal suddenly appeared on the dilapidated and dirty wall of a house.

Riens threw himself towards the portal, but Lan's speed was even faster. He couldn't take out the crossbow empty-handed at this moment, so he threw the Griffon steel sword in his hand again like a throwing axe.

"Wuwu" the long sword was spinning in mid-air like a windmill, precisely piercing the enemy's thigh and knocking him down from the jumping mid-air. The little magical energy in the body was completely chaotic.

But the portal was still there, obviously it wasn't Reigns himself who opened the portal.

The way to escape was close at hand, but he could get out of here five or six steps ahead. Reins crawled on the ground in vain, dragging a trail of blood.

His laborious crawling stopped shortly after someone stepped on his hand.

Lann's calf sank, and the steel greaves were slowly crushed hard, and the creepy bone cracking sound suddenly sounded.

Ignoring Riens' heart-piercing screams and the weak force of constantly beating his calf, Lan gritted his teeth and looked around. He saw his attendants and soldiers.

House, Levine, Milva, and all the Sintra cavalry were all in this alley at the moment, maintaining a posture of being ready for battle, motionless, like sculptures.

The hair on their bodies was wet from the rain, and sweat and rain mixed together and flowed past their eyeballs, but their eyelids only trembled slightly.

The witcher's vision allowed Lan to see in the dark. He could clearly see the veins on the necks of the people closest to him, as if trying to move their bodies. Moreover, they seemed to be able to detect their own movements, and their eyeballs turned slightly towards themselves very neatly.

But in the past, the strength enough to wield the heavy sword was not even enough to make them adjust their sights.

They were still alive, but this state was strange to Lan.

Lane stomped his feet suddenly: "What did you do?"

Liens screamed triumphantly while laughing loudly: "Pull out the sword, take your foot away, let me go, and I'll tell you!"

Lann narrowed his eyes, the lion pupils were full of anger,

With a sneer, he first took out a [Blockproof Gold Bomb], pulled the latch and threw it directly into the portal. The green dust exploded, turning the portal into sparks in the desperate eyes of Reins.

Immediately afterwards, he pinched his left hand, and it glowed white.

Reigns screamed in an ugly voice: "It's useless, I'm a warlock, and the magical seal of your demon hunters is useless to me!"

Lan En said word by word: "Well, yes, no, one, sure!"

He is no ordinary witcher!

[Axie Sign] + [Charm] + Magic Infusion.

One hundred points, two hundred points, three hundred points, five hundred points.

The magic power slowly paid attention, but the warlock in front of him didn't change his face.

Six hundred points, seven hundred points, eight hundred points, one thousand points!

The warlock gradually revealed a startled expression, he felt as if there were countless mental shots on his forehead, and he was trying to drill in with all his strength at this moment-but his brain was about to be unable to hold it!

"What did you do? Impossible! I'm a warlock!"

Without saying a word, Lan directly doubled the infused magic power: two thousand points!

The magic power in the body has dropped to an unprecedented trough, which is almost equal to all the magic power of the ancient blood when the bloodline was awakened and poured into the [Yakeshi Seal], which is almost transformed into the real ether element visible to the naked eye, symbolizing the spiritual magic fluctuations. As the caster, Lan himself felt the tingling pain on his skin.