Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 656 658. Kiss
  The Embers are becoming more and more accustomed to the tactic of following Lan En.

Breaking through first, then they broke into formation to expand the chaos, and finally achieved an overwhelming victory and the enemy's complete collapse.

Although it is a bit samey, there is no reason to replace useful tactics as long as they have results.

Lan En raised his eyes and looked up.

The top of the mountain is covered with horrific traces of being bombarded by advanced spells.

Vitrified soil, huge rocks disintegrated by uneven heat, lava and frost eroding each other on the ground, making a crackling sound.

"The enemies on this half of the hillside are no longer a threat, sir."

Lincoln panted and rode over. He wiped his faceplate so that the flesh and blood covered in it would not affect his vision.

"They were so scared that they forgot how to swing a sword."

"The overall situation is set."

Lan En stared at the [Turbid Current] and calmly came to a conclusion.

When facing Menno Kuhoun, he said that the Nilfgaardian army had failed and that subsequent battles were just going through the process of defeat.

The same is true now. Nilfgaard's original [-] defeated troops were now killed by about [-], and the remaining less than [-] did not even have the courage to swing their swords.

Although the battle at Umbrella Mountain seems to be still fierce, these defeated troops are destined to be unable to get out.

"This is not a battlefield for ordinary people, and it has nothing to do with you. Do you want to take a rest here?"

Lan tilted his head and suggested to Lincoln.

The most troublesome thing about these guys is that they really respect him, but they still have their own opinions.

He ordered them to rest. If these people feel that they want to be alone in danger, then [-]% of them will not listen to this order.

However, the situation is not bad now. Now that the battle situation has been decided, there should be no twists and turns.

Lincoln lifted the visor of his helmet and gasped.

He first looked at Lan En's condition and confirmed that although his master was sweating and had an elevated temperature, he was still in good condition.

Then he looked back at the status of the 'Embers'.

In an encirclement and suppression battle involving a sea of ​​people, they fought from the defense line to the mountain, following Lan En over and over again to slaughter the warlocks and the troops standing in front of the warlocks like plows. They were indeed on the verge of their limit.

It was just because Lan En was standing in front of them now, supported by an inexplicable sense of faith in his heart, that he didn't fall off his horse.

Even if Lan En asked for another round now, these people would probably follow him without saying a word.

"Then we will take a short rest near the mountainside. We must not dismount our horses and our armor."

Lincoln finally made a rational judgment. He bowed to Lan En on horseback and reminded him repeatedly.

"Sir, if there is any need, please inform us immediately."

"Of course. I'm not polite to you."

Lan En's palm patted Lincoln's arm, making his armor click.

Being alone allowed Lan En to reach the fastest speed.

A large number of spells filled the air on the top of the mountain with the smell of chaotic magic, and also created many dangerous environments.

The Northern Alliance and the Nilfgaardians both wanted to quickly kill the other's warlocks and remove the other's ability to cause mass destruction.

Therefore, the intensity of the war was not even lower than that of the defense line in the valley at the foot of the mountain.

Lan En's [Spirit Vision] is not very useful here, because the air is filled with the smell of chaotic magic, and he can no longer clearly see the magic reactions of those low-level warlocks.

However, the huge magic power of the archmage level is still very eye-catching in this environment.

While heading towards the top of the mountain, Lann passed by several warlocks who were besieged by the Nilfgaardians and the shield guards responsible for protecting them.

Those Nilfgaardian troops who used their numerical superiority to suppress the shield guards and threaten the safety of the mages were crushed to pieces by the blade of [Turbid Current] in an instant in front of Lan En.

Or be rushed into the sky by the air blade of [Dragon Flash].

The roars that the Nilfgaardians used to encourage themselves and inspire courage soon turned into wails and screams.

Weak people who go crazy trying to survive are just weak people.

These warlocks did not know the situation of the battle, and were unable to observe the surrounding environment under the threat of life and death.

After all, at the last moment they were carefully calculating every spell for the sake of their own lives, dodging arrows, stones, and enemy spells that might come from any angle.
  Just as bad as, or even worse than, these Nilfgaardians desperate to find a way out.

These great mages, who were usually so pampered, were now driven almost crazy by the cruelty of the battlefield.

They were trembling and their eyes were bloodshot, but their solid basic skills allowed them to keep their tongues clear while singing. So when Lann quickly and devastatingly destroyed a large group of Nilfgaardians who almost killed them, most of these warlocks were still in a state of confusion.

"That's. What's that?"

Oxenford's Radcliffe, trembling and with empty eyes, asked the shield captain beside him.

"That's not my hallucination, right? There really is a humanoid golem or something that saved us from being chopped to pieces by the Nilfgaardians, right?"

"That's probably not a 'humanoid' or a 'golem', sir."

The shield captain put his gloves under his helmet, wiped the sweat that had quickly entered his eyes, and blew his nose before speaking.

"I've seen those eyes, it should be a demon hunter. But I'm not sure, after all, that figure. Who knows? Anyway, the result is - we are still alive."

"Thank the witcher, sir. By the way, it's time for you to continue casting spells. There are still a lot of black dogs."

Lan En continued walking upward.

As he got closer to these advanced spells, he even used the Lake Lady's Sword to cut through those advanced spells that would affect him.

[Spiritual Vision] I can see more and more things, and the strange feeling in my mind is telling the growth of my 'vision'.

His [spiritual vision] is being satisfied in the process of 'slaughtering and dismembering' these spells.

With this strange sense of satisfaction in his mind, Lan En noticed the magic power fluctuations that seemed familiar to him at a glance.

My ability to distinguish the fluctuations of chaotic magic power has become so accurate that it reaches an individual.

But Lan En didn't care about the growth of his 'vision' at the moment, because he recognized this familiar fluctuation.
  "Rita?!"

Without thinking much at all, the secret method on [Old Hunter's Leg Bone] was activated by Lan En. In an instant, the figure of the continuously sprinting demon hunter turned into smoke several times.

Climbing upwards like a spell flickering.

As soon as I arrived nearby, I suddenly heard a familiar explosion.

"Snapped!"

Gunpowder explodes in the barrel of the gun, converting chemical energy into kinetic energy that propels the projectile.

After a burst of residual smoke from gunpowder, a southern warlock fifty meters away fell on his head.

The fireball in her hand exploded immediately with a 'boom'.

"You can't even hold back a fireball spell for a long time. Do you think I'm easy to mess with?"

Margarita snorted in Tisaya's face. Her hair was now disheveled and her breathing was short.

Taking advantage of the smoke of gunpowder, Margarita put her hunter's pistol back into her space handbag with a turn of her hand.

The shield guards who surrounded her didn't see it clearly, they just thought it was some kind of instant spell that started and flew extremely fast.

Immediately afterwards, the sunlight in front of the shield captain suddenly dimmed.

When he looked up, he realized that a macho man whose legs were weak at the sight was standing in front of him, staring directly at the warlock they were protecting.

These shield guards feel good about Margarita because of her powerful magic and achievements.

Therefore, the shield captain immediately called his comrades to be alert.

"Hold on! Ms. Tissaya will use magic to support you!"

The big shield formed a wall in front of Lan En.

The shield captain's words were not only an order to his comrades, but also a request for support from 'Tisaya'.

After all, the man in front of me is scary enough just to look at him. Who wouldn't be scared if he actually fights?

But what the shield captain and the shield guards didn't expect was that
  The sorceress they were protecting rushed directly towards the man.

And he kissed her directly with great enthusiasm or nibbled on her very actively.

At least the captain felt proactive, because the man looked obviously confused and shocked at first, but then he accepted it calmly.

Although all the people present were veterans, this scene was really rare. So a group of people were a little dumbfounded.

"Boss, Ms. Tissaya. I think he is over four hundred years old? This man doesn't look very handsome."

According to my own recollection, when the eyes of the sorceress and the legendary demon hunter turned here inexplicably, the shield captain somewhat wanted to hack his comrade beside him to death.

What are you talking about about the Archmage and the members of the Talent and Skills Association?
  Not to mention more than four hundred years old, what's wrong with being five hundred years old? !

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