From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Eight huge transport ships sailed on the sea, full of wind and dust.

They all look like they've been around for a while, not fast. Fortunately, all of them were replaced with the strongest sails, and the strong wind faced the direction of the ships impartially, providing them with the most sufficient power.

On the flagship in the middle of the fleet, a middle-aged man in a seal leather jacket stood there with his arms open. A wooden stick strangely rooted in the deck was erected in front of him, and he was muttering words.

With the spell, the wind got stronger.

"We're almost there." On the leading ship of the fleet, a bald man in armor glanced at the Druid, who almost no one dared to approach, and then looked at the coastline that was getting closer.

"Ahead is the mouth of the Yaruga River. It takes one more day to go in... No, it may only take half a day to reach Sintra."

"It's finally here." There was a sigh of relief from the bald officer's side.

The speaker was a man with a scraggly beard, also in armor. However, like the bald man, his armor looked neglected, like the kind of mercenary who has been on the go all year round.

"Damn the Redanians actually carried us on a cargo ship carrying cattle and sheep, and took us to the front line as livestock to die for people from other countries!"

The bearded men complained one after another, and were quite dissatisfied with the treatment they received.

"Come on, no matter how hard it is, it's better than being in prison, Lorenzo Mora." A clear but rough voice came. The speaker was also wearing an officer's armor, but it turned out to be a female officer, "I've never been on such a fast ship—ha, a druid's magic ship!"

"Julia is right." The last man in officer's armor echoed, "It's better than being in prison anyway."

These four people are the officers of the [Freedom Corps] who traveled thousands of miles from Kovir to Sintra to support them. The transport ship under their feet and behind them carried 3,000 [Free Corps] soldiers.

All four were political prisoners who were on the wrong side during the Kovir coup. After being released to support Sintra at this moment, they were all symbolically restored to their military ranks before they were imprisoned. They were all colonels.

But everyone knows that their military ranks are only useful in this [Freedom Corps], which is all composed of criminals. They can no longer return to their hometown of Keweier, and what kind of life they can have after that depends on what they can get in Sintra. treated.

The bald man who spoke at the beginning was named Adam Panglat, and the four were headed by him.

"Yes, yes, it's better than going to jail." The bearded man who has been complaining is called Lorenzo Mora, "But let me tell you, everyone, we were all people of status and decent people before, you really Are you willing to just be sent to a strange place to fight other people's battles?"

"I can guarantee that we will definitely become cannon fodder when we come here with our current identities." The bearded Lorenzo lowered his voice, "If you want me to say, we might as well turn around now, with the command of three thousand mercenaries, we can definitely become North There are countless mercenaries in the world. Then these eight big ships were sold as start-up capital..."

"That's not enough to pay the 3,000 people. They'll disperse, and I'll be thankful that a few hundred people will be left in the end." The only female officer, Julia Abatemark, retorted, "And I went to After so many years of military school and fighting for so many years, it is not for the purpose of becoming a stinky mercenary in the end."

"Julia is right," echoed the last officer again, his name was Juan Gutierrez.

"Ha, otherwise what are we pursuing, honor?" The bearded Lorenzo smiled mockingly, "Don't forget that we have lost our identity and been abandoned by the family, and being able to retain the command of the mercenary group is considered a gift. Okay? It is easy to gain freedom, are you going to waste it on someone else's battlefield?"

"But this is our chance, isn't it?" the female officer Julia said in a deep voice, "I learned before I came here that the person responsible for Cintra is now Lannister, the knight in the poem. If you help him obtain With the victory of the Restoration War, we may be able to gain a new life here; if we reward our merits, we may even be able to obtain a title..."

"Poetry is for children, and never place your hope on the kindness of rulers, because rulers have no kindness!" Lorenzo the beard shook his head.

"But I think Julia is right." Juan continued to respond to Julia, "Lannister should be different, we can hear his story even in the cell..."

The three argued endlessly, and finally turned their attention to Adam, the head of the mercenary group.

The bald man faced the sea breeze and pondered for a moment.

"We can't ignore Lorenzo's concerns, but what Julia said is not unreasonable." Captain Adam pondered for a moment, "War is our opportunity, and so is Sintra."

"Sintra has already been destroyed by Nilfgaard, otherwise we wouldn't have to travel thousands of miles to Kovir for help. Our mercenary group might have become a pivotal force in the past, and this could be our opportunity. "

"Lorenzo can stay vigilant and see how the people of Sintra treat us. If the situation is not right, we can withdraw our troops from the battlefield of Sintra at any time..."

This is quite a sober analysis, but it doesn't seem to suit her subordinates very well, Julia hesitated to speak.

Lorenzo had no scruples, and began to chatter: "Adam, one regiment cannot implement two plans at the same time. Let me tell you, we still..."

"Enemy attack!"

The dull sound of the horn suddenly interrupted their discussion, and the shrill shouts attracted everyone's attention.

The four officers looked around in panic, but they didn't see any enemies nearby. Instead, they heard hoarse shouts from the sky.

The huge wings spread in the sky, and those figures looked like slim women with wings and claws.

"Harpy." The four officers frowned in unison.

Kovir is near the mountain, where there are many harpies' lairs. This kind of monster also inhabits offshore, so it's not too strange to appear here.

"But are there too many monsters encountered along the way? What wave is this? The water ghosts, banshees and other monsters I encountered in the past few decades are not as many as this way." Julia was a little confused. Grumbling, but not much horror in the words.

"Could it be that there is a war between us humans, and these monsters are also at war with something?"

No one paid any attention to Julia's whimsical ideas, and everyone began to prepare in an orderly manner.

These banshees probably regarded these transport ships as ordinary merchant ships, but there are a full 3,000 soldiers here, which is definitely not something these dozens of monsters can deal with.

"Blow the horn and let the archers prepare. There are a lot of these monsters, and a lot of arrows will be wasted..."

The officer's words were interrupted again, and the horn sounded as promised, but it was not a preparation horn as ordered by the commander, but another warning horn.

"Woo--"

Everyone looked around again, and this time they found the enemy on the sea.

Three small boats painted with black paint came towards us on the wind and waves. The boats were small and slender, with a sharp bow. Each boat was estimated to be able to carry only a few dozen people.

That's why their speed is so fast that they are not inferior to the speed of their own Druid magic blessing against the wind direction.

The faces of the four officers changed drastically. They recognized the shapes of these ships and couldn't help exclaiming: "Skellige's pirates?!"

They couldn't help being surprised that the three ships in front of them were all standard warships. If it was really a Skelliger warship, then the mercenaries carried by the 3,000 transport ships behind them really wouldn't give them any sense of security on the sea.

The record of "three hundred Skellig pirates repelling two thousand Nilfgaardians" is a compulsory case in major military academies.

However, a gust of wind suddenly blew up around the four officers, and the fiery red portal opened, and the druid who was casting magic on the flagship stepped out of it.

There was no tension on his face, but a smile on the contrary: "I'm from Skellige, you forgot? That's my own."

The four officers relaxed after hearing the words. The northerners of the mainland were really reflexively wary of the Skelliger pirates. For the Kovirs who had little contact with Nilfgaard, the Archipelagos had a more vicious reputation.

It seemed that they felt that the smaller single warships were easier to deal with than these transport ships. At this moment, all the harpies in the sky shifted their targets and approached the warships.

They flew lower and lower until they swooped down on the sailors on deck.

This is a wrong decision.

Just as the officers of the Freedom Mercenary Corps were about to ask the druid if they needed help, they suddenly saw a vague figure appearing on the deck, and he jumped up alone to face these flying monsters.

He didn't draw his sword, but every time he raised his hand, there would be a magical shock wave, and then there would be multiple harpies struggling to fall from the sky.

If they are on the deck, they will be repaired immediately; if they fall into the water, the harpy is not a siren after all, and the wet wings will make them temporarily lose the ability to fly, and then they will be pierced by the sailor's harpoon .

In just a few breaths, half of the harpies died immediately. The rest of the monsters immediately dispersed, but the figure immediately took out a delicate hand crossbow from behind, and continued to hunt and kill monsters with skillful skills.

"Hoo", "Hoo", he loaded the crossbow skillfully, maintaining an extremely fast firing frequency.

The sharp screams continued to ring around the warship, stinging the eardrums of everyone in the Free Corps.

In the end, there were only scattered three or four harpies in the sky flapping their wings and fleeing. The four officers of the Free Corps were stunned by the skillful hunting skills of the warship.

A Harpy of this size, if a normal army wants to drive and hunt it without injury, it needs at least a 100-man bow and arrow team. But that warship was just one person with a dozen sailors.

"Skelliges... are they all like this?" Julia murmured.

Druid smiled and didn't speak.

The warship quickly approached the transport ship under the officers' feet. This distance allowed everyone to see two flags hoisted on the other side's watchtower, which were the indigo dragon head flag of the Tursek family in the archipelago and the blue land three lions flag of Sintra.

After a burst of semaphore exchanges, the warships docked. Two men came on deck.

The appearance of one of the men took everyone's breath away, and that was the man who had hunted down most of the harpies before. He has a typical islander hairstyle, wearing iron-inlaid leather armor, two muscular arms exposed, a roaring bear head necklace on his chest, and double swords on his back.

He has the shape of a bear, the temperament of a bear, and the strength of a bear without a doubt. He belongs to the kind of man who can be seen as a "warrior" at a glance.

The only pity is the other party's amber eyes.

"Ged." The druid opened his arms with a smile, and hugged the man boldly like a warrior, "I didn't expect the Duke of Lannister to send me over to pick me up. After that, we will work together?"

Again, no one on the island dislikes Gerd after they have been in contact with him. And the druid's enthusiastic look caused the officers of the Freedom Mercenary Corps to be puzzled again.

This is a druid, and that's a witcher.

At this time, another person on the deck spoke.

"Good morning, everyone. This is Gerd, the captain of our 'Sea Guerrilla Team', and I am Bill, the adjutant of this guerrilla team. We are here to meet you under the order of the Duke of Lannister—the Duke has been waiting for a long time. .”

Captain Adam looked at the sailor who was speaking. He is well-proportioned, neither tall nor thin, with dark skin and a regular sailor figure. The only thing worthy of praise is his fairly regular facial features.

Compared with the bear-like man next to him, this adjutant is not a star and a half, and he doesn't look very capable of fighting.

However, as an adjutant, it is estimated that he is responsible for functions such as navigator, or maybe he was sent by the superior to supervise the demon hunter.

"Then please lead the way, we have been looking forward to meeting the Duke for a long time."

...

Sintra, the city lord's mansion, the study.

Lan looked at the four officers of the Free Corps in front of him, recalling them carefully in his mind.

Originally, there were not many people who had a strong role in history. One was their regiment leader Adam, and the other was Julia, a female officer nicknamed "Little Beautiful Cat".

The head of the regiment, Adam, won the title of "Farewell" because of his bravery in combat and precise command; while "Little Cat" Julia was famous for her outstanding appearance at the beginning, and then because of commanding the Free Corps and the Dwarves on the battlefield. The Volunteer Army together blocked the Nilfgaardian heavy cavalry and became famous.

As a foreign mercenary group, because of their outstanding meritorious service, they finally participated in the celebration ceremony after the victory of the Northern Territory together, and won the cheers no less than that of the kings.

"Thank you very much for giving us freedom, Duke Lannister." Captain Adam saluted first, "We are extremely grateful."

"His Majesty Istrad Thiessen gave you your freedom." Lan shook his head, "And I am the price of your freedom. Only after passing this test can you truly have freedom."

Lane spoke very bluntly, without the politeness and etiquette to deal with those kings. And these professional military officers seem to be eating this way, and they seem to feel relieved after hearing the words.

"You are going to fight for me on my land, and I will not treat you badly. I know that you are coming in the form of a mercenary group, so I will give you an appropriate reward; after the battle is over, the money can be given to You who have just escaped from prison can find another way of life as travel expenses, or you can find your place in Sintra by virtue of your meritorious deeds."

"Sintra welcomes all like-minded friends."

"but……"

Lane then changed the subject. He knew that the Liberty Corps, a group of political and war criminals, would not be honest, and ugly things should be said first, otherwise who knows if there will be any troubles in the future.

However, before Lann could say anything, there was a sudden noise outside the window, which was disturbing and disturbing.

"Your Excellency the Duke."

Immediately there was a notification sound outside the door, and House pushed the door open after getting permission.

He glared at the Liberty Corps officer whose face changed slightly and seemed to realize something, and bowed his head towards Lann and reported:

"My lord, the Kovir mercenaries are fighting with our people."