From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

"Come on!!"

Herilera took the lead, feeling that she had never enjoyed such a smooth charge.

The heavy cavalry of Nilfgaard had long been out of formation under Duke Lannister's means. The armored horses collided with each other and turned over, losing more than eight percent of their strength; but looking at themselves and others, they had accumulated enough horsepower peak.

Even though it was the cavalry that was attacking, Heleila felt the joy of mowing the grass at this moment!

Although the grass is slightly scratchy, it is harmless.

With a sound of "噗嗤", Heleila splashed blood all over her face. When she looked up again, she only felt that it suddenly became clear that there were no moving cavalry in front of her eyes.

Their team of cavalry cobbled together from the two countries unexpectedly killed Nilfgaard's Adel Fein Division abruptly!

No, I can't say that, she still has enemies in front of her eyes, it's just...

It was as if the god of cold had descended, bringing the severe winter that originally belonged to Mahakam to the battlefield. Duke Lannister slowly got up from the posture of hitting the ground with his left hand, and the ground that radiated around him was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the legs of the horses that had been frozen into ice sculptures could be seen especially on it.

Yes, only legs. The body of the horse on the legs and the soldiers on the horseback had long been frozen into ice and then torn into ice slag by the fierce storm. At this moment, they were still rolling in the air and on the ground under the power of the remaining wind.

At a further distance, the lucky black cavalry was only overturned by the strong wind, but soon a neighing black giant rushed over, sending these soldiers who were still breathing to the back of their comrades.

The ice that would make an ordinary war horse slippery would not hinder the black wind at all, because each of its feet would dig into the ice below the ice surface powerfully. The horse came to Lann's side with a kicking pace, snorted, as if to say - Enjoy!

More coalition knights rushed forward, they no longer needed to swing their weapons, and the trampling of horses was enough to destroy the enemy. Herilera looked around, feeling suddenly unreal.

Didn't they come out as a harassment force, or even a decoy? How could the Adel Fein Division be almost completely wiped out in the first collision of the cavalry?

Looking at Duke Lannister who got on his horse, Herilera felt dazzled for a while.

If, if only he was a man of Aedirin, then they would always be able to fight side by side in the future.

Or go to Sintra by yourself... No, I'm fighting for my country.

--etc.

Herilera reacted again. I seem to be from Leiria, but I just served in Aden?

——

"The sun is above."

Adar Aip Darcy heard his adjutant muttering to himself.

Not to mention the adjutant, even Duke Darcy's own movements are a little stiff now.

Looking through the binoculars towards the combat direction, he could only see two surging torrents colliding with each other, and then burst out a large amount of flames suddenly at the point of collision.

Then the silver sun banner, which was obviously behind the team, suddenly broke like a straw and fell down, and the heavy cavalry unit that our Eastern Army had finally come from Lower Soden was washed away like a clay sculpture by the enemy's torrent.

Just a few days ago, this scene had been played out in front of him. But at that time, it was Aden and Livia's army that were overwhelmed, and Duke Darcy's face was intoxicated.

At this moment, no brave soldier dared to describe Duke Darcy's face.

"Damn it!" Duke Darcy slammed the exquisitely carved telescope on the ground and mended it hard, as if he was stepping on that weird cavalryman.

"That's Master Ad Fein!" Duke Darcy yelled viciously, his face could no longer maintain the elegance of a court nobleman. "It's Lannister! It's definitely him, the last lion of Cintra!"

"The first and biggest obstacle since Nilfgaard went north! Although I don't know how he did it. But only him, only him..."

Duke Darcy's eyes were dimmed and he muttered to himself.

Just at this time, several people in leather armor and robes came up beside him.

The costumes of these people are incompatible with the black-clothed soldiers around them, not only because most of them are wearing armor, but the weapons they carry are even just daggers, and they don't look like they can go to battle to kill the enemy.

The leader of the group is a man with a bald head and an indigo cloak embroidered with gold.

"It was far away, and I couldn't feel the fluctuations of chaotic energy. But I saw fire and cold wind, which seemed to be the power of magic, Duke Darcy..."

"So? What do you want to say, Albrecht?" Duke Darcy's attitude was quite bad. "Can you solve that team?"

The Warlock named Alberic stopped talking immediately. The Warlock might be able to play a role alone on the frontal battlefield, but definitely not in this way.

However, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Please pay attention to your tone of voice, Duke Darcy. Don't forget who made it possible for you to cross the Yaruga River smoothly."

The commander of the eastern group seems to have a bad relationship with the warlocks under his account. But this is also normal, whether it is the south or the north, the aristocratic class has a negative attitude towards the Warlock group, unless it is male nobles towards female warlocks.

"Do soldiers have to be rewarded every time they swing their swords?" Duke Darcy sneered, his tone even more blunt.

This kind of comparison made Abelitch's face turn blue, and he suppressed his anger: "I must remind you, Duke Darcy, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The male lion has left the pride. As long as we catch him, we may even You can also take advantage of the situation to control the lion cub Sirilla, His Majesty the Emperor has urged him many times..."

"You don't need to remind me, but I didn't deal with Lannister for some lion cubs. Don't talk about your mysterious missions!"

Duke Darcy no longer cared about Alberic's expression and turned around, "The lion of Cintra seems to have learned a lot of methods of warlocks. It's too shameful to be a royal family. It's time to teach him what real war is." It's..."

After finishing speaking, Duke Darcy shouted to the orderly: "Pull up every flag of ours! Mi Wei is not as important as Lannister now! Take him down, and we don't have to worry about anything when we go north The Yaruga River is gone. It took so long for that idiot's western bloc to take Sintra, let us teach him on the eastern front!"

The men of the Eastern Group Army have long been on the alert, and the frequency of the horn sounding is even more frightening. A huge blue fox and black sun flag lit up in the center of the army formation, making loud noises.

"Lannister, Lannister, what a chance. Do you really think of yourself as something blessed with the banner of the Three Lions? A lion who fights the black sun with wind and fire, huh?"

Adasi's eyes were fixed on the Sintra flag not far away: "Damn it, why didn't he run any closer!"

...

Not far from the battlefield, on a small hillside.

The Cintra people gathered here, soldiers, squires, and witchers.

They did not follow Lane to carry out the "bait" plan, because Lane gave them other tasks.

In the center of the Sintra camp, a strange bald man stood in the place with the widest view among them, but he was resting with his eyes closed.

He is Aedirn's royal advisor Warlock - Radcliffe.

Rann's surprise beheading required a warlock to open the portal, and Queen Mivi's tent did not have a warlock service, so this responsibility fell to Aiden. Since the departure of Yennefer of Wengerberg, it was Radcliffe who, under the assignment of the Warlock Brotherhood, provided Aedirn with magical assistance.

This is not his first time on the battlefield, he participated in the battle of Mount Sodden before and survived.

After learning of Lane's request, Radcliffe readily agreed.

Because of the casting distance, the people of Sintra needed to find a place closer to the Nilfgaardians and Rann, so Radcliffe asked to leave Aedirn's camp to find a hillside, and politely refused Aden. The guards appointed by the king of Dian asked the people of Sintra to follow.

Lann had no reaction to sending his men to follow the warlock. Even he thought so at the beginning, after all, such a critical position must be supervised by his own people's line of sight.

At this moment, after drinking the potion, the pupils of the three demon hunters shrank and stared at the front line, while the remaining soldiers and attendants were on guard against the danger that might appear at any time—this place is not far from the place where Lann and the others fought, who knows if it will happen or not? A group of scouts in black will suddenly run out.

"Witcher." When everyone was quiet, Advisor Aedirn suddenly said, "Duke Lannister, he has become a witcher, right?"

The attraction of everyone was immediately dispersed. After making eye contact, Ke En, as a comrade in arms of the school, took the initiative to answer: "Is there any question?"

Advisor Aedirn remained motionless in the direction of the witcher, staring closely at Cohen's chest: "I saw the badge worn by Duke Lannister, it seems to be a griffin?"

"I also heard that the lion cub of Cintra—that is, Princess Cirilla, became the son of destiny of the famous 'White Wolf', and poems related to it have also spread throughout the streets and alleys."

Geralt frowned, cursed the poet Dandelion inwardly, and then replied, "That's just poetry."

Advisor Aden sneered: "That's right. Demon hunters, demon hunters, you should be satisfied with the male lions of Cintra, and it would be too greedy to have cubs."

"After so many years, you are finally starting to become smarter."

This sentence was very offensive. Geralt, Cohen, and Colgrim all turned their heads to look at Advisor Aedirn. The proud warlock made no secret of his contempt for the three alchemy mutants in front of him. .

Demon hunters have seen this kind of look a lot, and they have long been used to it. At this moment, he just got cold-skinned and didn't say anything more.

On the contrary, House, Milva and the others at the back of the team frowned slightly, but were even angrier than the witcher.

If the prestige level is quantified, then the group of demon hunters in Sintra is inherently "friendly"; demon hunters like Geralt and Kern who get along with the army day and night, fight side by side, and are extremely brave, can even Reached the "respect" level.

Facing the attitude shown by the Aedirian consultant in front of him at this moment, the Cintra people were even more dissatisfied than the demon hunters.

However, Advisor Aedirn was no longer interested in talking to the witcher. He looked around and found a person with outstanding temperament, well-dressed, at least he felt that he had enough status to talk to himself.

"Madam, after the battle, can you help me arrange a meeting with the Duke of Lannister?"

Saskia, who was in front of Advisor Aden, froze for a moment.

Due to the many times of transforming into a dragon, she is now wearing Lann's clothes; although it is one size larger, the cloak with the lion's coat of arms is on the outside, and at first glance it even looks a bit majestic.

"I've heard about the power of the Duke of Lannister from the mouths of other warlock brothers—the power contained in the surname 'Lei Allen'." Adrian Advisor said meaningfully, looking at Saskia without changing his face Looking at the expression on his face, he admired the self-cultivation of this female officer in his heart.

"I hope to get a chance to visit the Duke of Lannister. There are many things I want to communicate with the Duke of Lannister..."

Saskia, who had just joined Lane's team, paused for a moment, not quite understanding the situation.

After exchanging eyes with Geralt and House, she said ambiguously:

"I will convey your request to Duke Lannister... Wait, the Nilfgaardian flag is raised!"

Saskia, who neither held a telescope nor used any magic means, was the first to discover the mutation in the enemy camp.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the direction of Livia. The soldiers could only see small dots moving, while the warlock and the witcher only saw the black sun and blue fox flag raised in the middle of the army formation.

"Very well, it's him!"

Adviser Aedirn's gaze was turned away, and his consciousness was focused on the cavalry team galloping with the banner of the Three Lions.

With a wave of his hands, a bright red portal that set off a gust of wind immediately connected this army with the Nilfgaardian central camp.

...

"Enemy—attack!"

A shrill sound resounded outside the city of Livia.

The sudden appearance of the portal startled everyone, and the cavalry rushing out of it immediately made everyone almost jump.

But how could the Nilfgaardians equipped with warlock troops not be prepared for this kind of surprise attack?

The sorcerer leader of the Eastern Group Army, Albrecht, waved his hands fiercely, but the portal that spit out dozens of people suddenly exploded and disappeared invisible.

The knights sent out immediately dispersed, trying to disturb the camp of the Chinese army as much as possible and attract attention.

But their number is too small, just a dozen or so breaths will kill or injure seven or eight.

The commander, Duke Darcy, was not surprised but overjoyed, and hurriedly urged Albrecht: "Quickly, can you locate the opponent's warlock? Immediately—reorganize the army!"

He turned around and told the warlock troops: "Take fifty soldiers, equip them with anti-demon gold, and prepare to kill the warlocks in Aedirn!"

The opening of the traditional warlock portal will leave a message in the space, which can be easily reversed.

Albany, who had no distractions, felt the remaining fluctuations carefully, and his face just showed joy.

Also at this time, at the place where the portal had just blown up, a figure who had been covering his head and seemed to be drunk stood up. The dozens of coalition elites who risked their lives won precious recovery time for him.

The smoke and dust from the portal fell slowly, and the Nilfgaardians never noticed that someone stayed in place after being teleported. At this moment, after seeing clearly the appearance and clothes of that figure, someone immediately exclaimed:

"Lion of Cintra!"