Chapter 200 I Have Already Planned Your Death, so You Are Not Allowed to Advance

The timeline Lane is in is still very early. Theoretically, the Scoia'tael should have only risen in a small area and have not swept the northern border. At this time, the Scoia'tael should still be a serious "guerrilla", with a number of no more than a hundred people. Who gave them the courage to attack Haji Fortress with its large army?

Lan En was thinking about this, when his sharp ears suddenly caught a trace of movement other than the shouts of human beings.

He suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

The moonlight is dim and invisible.

Without hesitation, he took out the potion [cat] from the [item bar], Lan En bit off the wax seal and drank it all.

All the colors in front of my eyes faded away like a black-and-white photo, but the lines gradually became clearer, giving Lan an outline of a brand new world.

There are black shadows constantly approaching in the sky, there are dozens of them at a rough count. There were forktails, griffins, and other similar subspecies that Ran had encountered.

And under the bodies of these flying monsters, there are several figures running away continuously—no, not "escape", but consciously "lead".

The fastest among them rushed into the barracks around the fortress, desperately splashing liquids and powders that Lan couldn't call out;

As for those who ran slowly, they were torn to pieces by those monsters on the spot.

"Are they Scoia'tael?"

The Snake Sect demon hunters stood behind Lane, all of them had bulging veins on their faces and bright pupils, obviously they all drank [Cat].

"I just said how I was able to meet fork-tailed dragons and ghouls at the same time on the road before, and they must have done it."

Colgrim folded his arms as he watched a Scoia'tael be hacked to death, only to throw things around desperately in the last moments of his life.

"What a horrible bunch of dead men—I'll bet there's blood and sage in there."

Oakes added: "Maybe there's egg whites from some monster flying in the sky."

Lann didn't comment leisurely: "There's something wrong. They summoned the monster group with such a big fanfare to create some disturbance at most, and they couldn't shake the army here at all. But now they are putting on such a desperate posture, obviously there is something else in it. Universe."

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, creating riots." As a professional assassin, Lei Suo gave a professional opinion, "I think this is a preparation for the assassination no matter how you look at it."

Everyone in the Snake Sect nodded in unison.

With a "bang", the soil on the edge of the barracks suddenly rolled up in huge quantities.

In the eyes of all the demon hunters, a tall, thin, decayed, and ancient body slowly walked out of the dense forest.

The monster looked like a strange tree that had come alive, its torso was densely covered with bark lines; but the tree-like body had limbs and anthropomorphic curves, and there were even tatters. clothes on it.

Around its waist was a weather-beaten apron, a hemp rope was randomly wrapped around a few times as a belt, and there were several skulls of unknown animals as decorations.

There is also a human skull on its shoulder, and tender shoots that look like new shoots grow out of the eye sockets of the skull, firmly connecting this ornament with the body.

The most frightening thing is that the head of this monster is actually a huge deer head skull complete and complete, but with strong antlers.

The breath of vitality and decay entangled the body at the same time, which looked strange and depressing.

Lan's eyes, strengthened by the potion [cat], became brighter.

The soldiers in the barracks rushed towards the monster after hearing the movement, but they couldn't form an organized response no matter what.

Whether it is an infantry formation or a cavalry formation, it is difficult to deal with monsters that fly into the sky and flee from the ground, and can make horses frantic with a single roar.

As the night fell, the archers couldn't effectively suppress the monsters with long-range attacks. On the contrary, some monsters that prey at night are more ferocious under the cover of darkness.

The armies of the four countries lack sufficient experience in dealing with monsters. After paying some price, they will definitely be able to wipe out these monsters, but before that, they need to pay enough human lives as tuition fees.

"Go help!" Lan En thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and ordered.

"House, you lead the team. We have few people, hide behind the big troops, don't be too active. Shoot a few arrows from a distance, let soldiers from other countries stand in front, be smart."

"I only have one request, I want the mutation inducer of the 'Deer Shoujing'!"

"Yes, my lord!" The attendants and soldiers shouted. For what the earl asked for, they would sacrifice their lives to get it.

"That's no ordinary 'Deer Shou Jing'." Lei Suo said suddenly, "Looking at the size and the power of the spell cast, it's the 'Ancient Deer Shou Jing'! The decoction made from it can strengthen the seal. It’s not a star and a half, it’s really suitable for the Griffin School.”

"It must be obtained for the adults!" The subordinates became even more excited after hearing Lei Suo's words.

Lane nodded with satisfaction.

"One more thing." Lan said suddenly, "Just deal with the monsters, don't get involved in the battle with Scoia'tael, unless they take the initiative to show their weapons to you."

"What do you think?" Lei Suo also has a good sense of politics, but he rarely thinks about issues from this perspective. At this time Lane's order made him have some associations.

"They're useful to me," Lane replied simply, "very useful."

After speaking, Lann drew out the Lake Maiden's sword and strode out the door.

"Where are you going? Won't you go hunting with us?"

"I'll go see the king that the Scoia'tael is going to assassinate first!"

"Do you know who Scoia'tael is going to kill?"

Lan En chuckled: "Who else?"

…………

"Help, help, there are enemies. Protect the king!"

A guard wearing a unicorn emblem rushed desperately to the top of the fortress, intending to send a signal to his comrades stationed on the border to come to the rescue of the monarch.

But then he was suddenly kicked away by a foot.

The owner of this foot had a pirate's beard and small, thief-like eyes that blazed with rage.

Lord of Kaedwen, Henselt.

"Idiot, it's just the Scoia'tael and the monsters they summoned! There are armies from four countries stationed here! Now asking for help, do you want to admit defeat to the Scoia'tael! Do you want to make Kaedwen a laughing stock!"

"Your Majesty!" The guard knelt down with a plop, "The situation is critical, your safety is the most important thing!"

The loyal guard still wanted to speak to the monarch, but an arrow flying out of the darkness suddenly pierced his neck. The huge impact sent him flying, almost bending his spine backwards.

"collapse--"

The muffled sound of the bowstring being released reverberated for a long time, and one could tell from the sound that it was definitely a strong bow.

"Your Majesty!" Immediately, a quick-response guard threw Henselt to the ground, and an arrow appeared on his back the next second.

Point-eared Iorveth emerged from the darkness.

He seemed to have endless energy. Seeing that there was no way to kill Henselt quickly, he immediately turned his target towards Henselt's guards. Soon he killed the third and fourth people, and then the knight set up his shield and forced him towards him.

More Scoia'tael took advantage of this gap to climb up. The Scoia'tael is based on a twelve-member assault group, and there are three groups with thirty-six people in front of them.

"How is it possible? The fortress is heavily guarded, how could you sneak in through such a tight siege, damn Scoia'tael!"

The knights of Kaedwen were distraught.

Indeed, even if the small troops brought by Lann and Queen Miwei are not counted, there are also troops from four countries stationed here in Haji Fortress, which is heavily guarded.

But it is precisely because of the presence of the "Four Nations" army stationed there that they have a lot of rifts between them. The armies of different countries focused more on defending against the armies of the kingdoms who were also human beings around them, and never thought that there would be a new force coming.

In addition, the Scoia'tael had been in ambush here for a long time, and even came earlier than most of the participating countries, and they knew the surrounding terrain clearly. At this moment, they really touched the top of the fortress through the riot.

Kaedwen's knight made a decisive decision: "Blow the horn and let the other kings in the fortress come to support us!"

"Woo--"

The rear is asking for help, and there are Scoia'tael and guards standing in a group in front.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that these Scoia'tael will not disturb you again." The knight turned back to Henselt and assured Henselt firmly, "And now—"

He turned and shouted to the king's guard, his voice changed for a moment from the sound of horns and fighting:

"Everyone, now is the time for us to fulfill our oath!"

"oh!!!"

The Scoia'tael outnumbered the king's guards, but they had more light armor; while the humans were all covered in full armor, charging unscrupulously.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Arrows continued to shoot from the Scoia'tael direction, most of which were blocked by the thick shield. When a knight was about to rush in front of Iorveth, he suddenly felt a frenzied shaking of his helmet, and he felt severe pain and dizziness at the same time.

A round stone the size of a fist drew a graceful parabola around the shield and directly dented his helmet.

The halfling pitcher at the back of the team reloaded his slingshot non-stop, without aiming at all, and soon another stone popped out of the chamber.

Halflings are thinner than dwarves in stature, but they have a talent for throwing that they can't match. The stone bullet may not fly as far as the bow and arrow, but it can produce an effect that cannot be ignored in the ten steps or so.

Even if the opponent is a knight in full armor.

The second stone hit the previous depression again, causing the charging knight to fall to the ground on his back. Iorveth seized the opportunity to draw out the dagger, and stabbed it precisely into the gap of his helmet.

More Scoia'tael passed Iorveth and fought with Kaedweni's soldiers, swords and swords fluttering, flesh and blood flying all over the place.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Henselt tried to escape in a panic, but was tripped suddenly. Looking down, it was the body of a Henselt guard.

Angrily, the king kicked away the things that were in the way, looked up again, but suddenly found that the only way ahead was blocked by two elves. The hatred in those four eyes almost turned into blood and spurted out.

"Whizzing--"

Arrows strike.

Henselt's favorite thing on weekdays is to personally hunt down and kill non-human races, and the perennial battles gave him a good reaction speed. As soon as he saw the elf, he rolled over on the ground with his head in his arms, and he escaped narrowly. It was just that there were two more "decorations" on the thick armor.

After getting up, the king panicked and wanted to find the guards for protection, but found that the guards and knights he had brought up were all dead.

At this time, there were only twelve members of the Scoia'tael left.

The stern king took a deep breath and straightened his back, unable to tolerate his embarrassment in front of non-human races.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, he suddenly drew the long sword around his waist:

"If you want my head, come and get it yourself, you damn Scoia'tael!"

Without saying a word, Iorves pulled out the weapon from the fallen knight, moved his feet, and rushed towards Henselt like a cheetah.

However, no king in the North is destined to die tonight.

Because someone doesn't allow it.

When Henselt dies, Kaedwin, who has no heir, will be in chaos. Once Kaedwin is in chaos, the momentum of the Northern Unification will be vented immediately, and the results of this northern meeting will also be in vain.

So no matter how much Lan hated Henselt, and even prepared a plan to deal with him in the future, he still had to take action at this moment.

Henselt cannot die, at least not now, not while Cintra has not been retaken.

He can only die if Lane decides to let him die. And the passing of Henselt will certainly kick off the curtain of a new drama.

Looking at the two Scoia'tael blocking the door in front of him, Lan sighed, raised his left hand lightly, and gestured——

【Alder Seal】!

The wave of thought power turned into a solid wall that kept advancing, pushing the two elves out of the air, and Gululu turned several times on the ground.

They were suddenly attacked, but the experienced elves still got up quickly after the impact force was dissipated by the roll, drawing their swords on guard.

Fayin didn't seem to cause much harm to them, which was also the result of Lan's lack of intention to kill.

As for the Scoia'tael, Lane also had something to talk to them about.

Although not now.

………………

In the eyes of the two elves who just got up, a blond knight in gray-black armor rushed out of the darkness, his aura was like a lion. They drew their swords to meet the enemy, but were sent flying together by the knight's sword.

The field of vision suddenly became wider. In front of Lan, Iorveth of the Scoia'tael was holding his long sword high at Henselt, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to turn into substance.

Lan flipped his left hand and took out the crossbow from the [item bar].

With a light pull of the trigger, the arrow, under the blessing of the [Sharpshooter] talent, precisely bit the high-speed moving blade like a snake, and missed the blow that Iorves was bound to get.

The steel collided, and the arrow shaft of the crossbow bolt shattered under the huge pressure, and the sharp sawdust splashed everywhere, cutting Iorveth's cheek to bleed.

"Humanity!"

Scoia'tael's angry growls sounded.

Lann rushed forward like a hunting beast, the sword of the Lake Maiden in his hand shone with golden light, and with a light rotation, another not deep and not shallow scar was drawn on Iorveth's waist.

Where no one could see, the chaotic magic power in Lan's body jumped slightly, and flowed into the leader of the Scoia'tael along the rune sword.

This is the mark used for [Teleportation] skills. It can not only teleport the marked person to Lann's side, but also bring Lann to the marked hiding place.

After finishing all this smoothly, Lan raised his foot and kicked Henselt aside who was in the way.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" rang out, and Lann tilted his head to avoid a frighteningly large stone, which was a sneak attack by halflings.

Raising his hand, he firmly blocked the second sword that Iorpheus slashed. With Lan En's current physical strength, the elf's slash in front of him was not much heavier than the strength of a half-grown boy.

"Humanity!!"

Seeing that the evil king who slaughtered the non-human race was about to be crowned, Lan En who suddenly appeared spoiled the good work, and the remaining Scoia'tael rushed towards Lan En desperately.

Lan sighed, if he took the Scoia'tael's life with his own hands now, it would be hard to talk about it later.

So his sword tip deflected, changed from a slash to a slap, and the spine of the sword hit Iorveth's shoulder to knock him back, leaving a space for his next movement.

Holding the Lake Lady's sword in his right hand remained unchanged, Lan touched his back with his left hand again, and pulled out the [Alice] scimitar that had been recast into a lion's head handle.

Seeing this behavior, the elves who stepped forward in front of them were stunned.

This person wants to wield long swords?

The Scoia'tael are aggressive, and Lane is also terrifying at the moment. Facing the large number of Scoia'tael, Lane is determined to put out their anger first by force!

…………

In the face of multiple enemies, the best way should be to use the terrain and position to form a one-on-one situation as much as possible.

But Lan En did the opposite at this moment, lowering his head and crashing into the crowd as if looking for death.

Probing feet, twisting hips, turning shoulders, waving arms——

[Whirling Sword Dance]!

The golden light of the rune long sword mixed with the red light of the black magic scimitar, especially dazzling on this night when the moon is rare.

"Clang clang clang clang—"

Lan kept spinning and drawing out his sword, tossing and turning among the crowd.

Unlike the previous sword dance, which was always able to deftly bypass the enemy's weapon and hit the vital point directly, Lann's every sword this time was almost head-to-head with the enemy's steel-level weapon collision.

With the blessing of his great strength now, even a light slash with a long sword is like a heavy slash with a giant axe. Every Scoia'tael who came face to face with him felt like being struck by lightning, retreating again and again, taking a few breaths before they could grow up again. Roar to attack.

In this way, Lann stabbed dozens of swords, hundreds of swords in a row with dazzling light and shadow effects, and the sound of steel colliding continued to resound.

During this process, not only did no one die at the scene, Lan even took advantage of the force of the collision of the weapons to turn faster and faster, and to draw the sword faster and faster.

On the other hand, the Scoia'tael side felt gradually struggling in the constant collision of weapons. Many halflings who harassed with short weapons at the edge could not grasp their weapons after two or three hits.

Iofes on the side has been stunned. He is a commanding talent, and his military strength can only be said to be outstanding, far from being a superman.

Did he actually fight a swordsman like this just now and survive?

Iorveth thought absurdly, but his calm mind quickly brought him back to his senses. Taking advantage of Lan's initiative being "dragged" by his companions, he turned his vengeful eyes on Henselt again.

There was a "clang" sound of the long sword piercing the wind, and Iorpheus raised his sword to block like a conditioned reflex, and blocked a scimitar glowing red.

Lan seemed to have discovered Iorveth's intentions, and at some point he rushed out of the crowd again, and he had enough energy to attack Iorveth.

Not only that, seeing Iorveth being dragged by him, in order to prevent him from attacking Henselt again, Lann waved his hand and attacked again and again. The storm of blades forced Iorveth back, until he and his Scoia'tael companions joined together.

And then -- keep going!

"Clang clang clang clang—"

The whirling sword dance continued to envelop the ten elves and the two halflings, beating with vibrancy and excitement, making the listeners' blood boil.

[What is this human knight doing? what is he doing Is he playing tricks on us! 】

Iorveth roared crazily in his heart.

But the reason that belongs to the commander made him calm down quickly, and he thought carefully that if the person opposite him killed him, he would have died more than once.

It is impossible for such a calm, courageous, and powerful knight to be someone who likes to play tricks on the enemy. A swordsman who likes to play cats and mice will never have a chance to grow up and die in a corner of a certain battlefield or in a dark alley.

Then there is only one answer, the opponent is keeping his hand, he wants to let himself and others go.

Why? On a battlefield of this level, why would a human knight risk his life to spare the Scoia'tael who assassinated the king?

Iorveth couldn't figure it out. But he didn't have much time to think. The footsteps of the army gradually came behind him, and it was obvious that the support from the kingdom was about to arrive.

He had to make a choice, whether to accept the opportunity of the swordsman's mercy and retreat, or continue to assassinate Henselt regardless of life and death?

"Squirrel Party!"

The roar of the soldiers came from the darkness, and the knights in different heraldic armor rushed forward together. First Aedirn, then Lyria and the United Kingdom of Rivia, and finally Redania and Temeria.

Then they were overwhelmed by the scene of Lane hitting ten.

"retreat!"

Seeing this, Iorveth knew that the situation was over, and resolutely gave up the mission.

It just so happened that they had already reached the edge of the fortress platform with the help of Lann, and retreated along the way they came when they gave an order. After a few ups and downs with the help of the rope, he disappeared into the darkness.

Afterwards, a series of loud and sharp whistles sounded rhythmically around Haji Fortress like birdsong. More slender figures rose and fell in the darkness, running away from the barracks towards the forest, leaving only those monsters still fighting with the army.

"Lan!" Queen Mi Wei, who was wearing gold-encrusted armor again, strode forward and ordered her knights to surround Lan to prevent Scoia'tael from sneaking up.

"Well, are you injured? Where's your witcher? Where's your squire? Where's your soldier?"

Lan shook his head, took two breaths to calm his breath, and put the [Alice] scimitar back into the scabbard with his backhand, leaving only the Lake Lady's sword that attracted all eyes.

"I asked them to help the soldiers below. Normal people are inexperienced in dealing with these monsters, which will increase casualties. My people are barely veterans."