From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Halfling Milo Van der Beek, a military doctor nicknamed "Rust", was busy in the capital of Leiria. He enthusiastically directed the students he brought back from the Bull Castle to set up military tents one by one.

The troll covered in rock armor ran over rumblingly: "Little man, troll, come and help!"

But Rust has long been vigilant.

"Go away! You bastard with stones in his head! There is going to be a war soon, and all the alcohol is a strategic material!" He jumped up, "If you don't leave, I will go to Lan to clean you up!"

The rock troll quickly left with an aggrieved expression on his face.

The halfling who chased away the troll was calmed down by the student's reassurance for a long time.

He took a deep breath and inhaled the familiar smell of iodine, ammonia, alcohol and magic elixir made by spellcasters around him. While the air was still healthy, pure, and sterile, he planned to savor it.

Because Rust knows that this environment can't last long.

He looked at the operating table, which was still as white as snow, and at his surgical equipment—dozens of equipment, with their cold steel material, spotless appearance, neat and aesthetic arrangement, they will save the lives of soldiers in the future. protagonist.

His core surgical team is hustling around the apparatus.

"Shani!"

"Here!" The red-haired female student suddenly stopped the buddy in her hand, "What's the matter, Mr. Rust?"

Rust stared at Shani for a moment.

After coming to Cintra for a long time, he had heard many rumors that the Duke of Lannister preferred red hair.

However, he chose to add Xia Ni to the team not because of any flattery, but because of this poor girl's rich medical knowledge and perseverance. Her two qualities are top-notch among all the students in Niubao.

Originally, this kind of good seedling should be exposed to medical skills step by step, instead of facing such a big scene when they come up-it's a pity that the world is impermanent.

Thinking of this, Rust sighed secretly. He originally wanted to ask Lann to transfer a red-haired sorceress to the medical team. The other party's superb potion preparation and medical magic could greatly reduce the burden on the doctors' shoulders.

It's a pity that warlocks are more needed on the frontal battlefield, after all, this is really a tough battle.

"What is this, Shani? What is this for?"

"Mr. Rust, are you testing me?"

"Answer me, boy!"

"This is a bone scraper! It is used to scrape off the periosteum during amputation! In order to prevent the periosteum from bursting under the saw blade, it must be scraped clean beforehand!"

"Very well, boy. And, keep your voice down."

Rust smoothed his hair with his fingers, and muttered: "It seems that your mind has not gone blank because of nervousness, which is very good, after all, you are the most important assistant I have selected."

The halfling pointed to the city gate not far away, and the metal winch slowly opened the heavy door panel under the joint efforts of two soldiers. Three trolls in rock armor led the way, followed by thousands of short and sturdy men like iron lumps. The infantry came out in a phalanx.

The blond knight climbed onto the body of a golden-green giant dragon, and led another red dragon the size of a bunker soaring into the sky. The druids chanted spells to draw dark clouds from the sky to conceal their whereabouts in the sky.

After that, there was a long line of demon hunters with amber pupils, warlocks in outstanding clothes, and other druids, and they stepped out of the city gate together.

"This is simply not like a human battle. Even at my age, this is the first time I have seen such a war."

"But wars are all the same, and we all know what will happen afterwards." Rust said with a heavy expression and a heavy tone, "There will soon be rivers of blood there. Afterwards, the first wounded will be sent to In our tent. You all know what to do, where you stand, what your responsibilities are."

"As long as you do it, nothing will go wrong. Do you understand?"

The other doctors also gathered around Rust, silently listening to the person in charge's lecture.

"Over there," the halfling pointed in the same direction, "soon tens of thousands of people will try their best to kill each other, and their methods will be exhausted. We will be scattered to three different medical centers Inside, we have dozens of doctors who can cut and suture—but it's not enough."

"We can't save every wounded person, maybe even a fraction of them. But we'll save them because - sorry for the cliché - because that's what we're here for. Just because someone needs us , we will exist.”

"It's impossible for us to exceed the limit of our ability," Rust looked at the students with sullen expressions, his tone became calmer, and his attitude was gentler, "but we will do our best, and we will not miss anything."

"Now, Shani, repeat the trick I gave you!"

The red-haired female doctor replied reflexively: "Use red thread for red ones, yellow thread for yellow ones, and white thread for white ones!"

Rust nodded in satisfaction and sighed, "That's all right."

——

The banner of the black sun fluttered in the wind.

Under the banner are all cavalry, including heavy cavalry and light cavalry. They are all dressed in thick black armor, like an army of black ants all over the plain.

Countless ferocious siege equipment is arrayed around, but they are not heading towards the city at this moment, but are waiting for something even more terrifying behemoth.

This is a cavalry army that may not be able to gather the entire northern border for fifty years. This is a terrifying army that can sweep across any country.

At this moment, their goal is the capital of the small country of Leiria in front of them.

Marshal Menno is fully armed, with bright reflections on the black armor. He looked at the city in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, we are all sure that this small town in front of us cannot stop us."

The officers who hadn't dispersed made echoing voices.

"But we all know that what the emperor needs is not just the victory in front of him, but the entire northern border." The marshal said in a deep voice, "We have already wasted too much time here, we let Lannis of Cintra There are too many opportunities to wreak havoc, and even give the Ardians a chance to return to the battlefield."

"Now, then, it's time for us to fulfill our true duty and correct our past mistakes!" He looked around. "Let the lion never return to Cintra, and bring the blood of the Aedirians back to their homeland!"

"Long live the Emperor!" he roared loudly, "may the Great Sun shine on your path to glory!"

The officers took the order with a bang, and rushed to their posts.

The ground began to rumble and vibrate. This was the sound of the horse's iron hooves trampling on the ground, and the sound of even thicker behemoths falling to the ground.

Menno couldn't perceive the fluctuation of chaotic energy, but he could feel other things. He looked back, and a dozen golems covered in flames fell to the ground.

This is the latest war weapon produced by magic in the later period of the empire. It was deployed urgently after the emperor knew that the lion of Sintra was coming to the battlefield.

"If these things are placed on the frontal battlefield, they can easily destroy the enemy's defenses—even heavy infantry." Marshal Menno felt that it was a pity, "Now they are only used to deal with one person."

"That's not an ordinary person, Marshal." The short-haired sorceress stopped her action of summoning the portal. She was not angry, but she had to be careful when talking to the highest-ranking officer in the empire.

"I fought against Lannister once in Sintra, and he possesses amazing magic. After the last battle, I believe you should have a clear understanding of his strength." Fringilla Wei Ge emphasized, "Lannister deserves such a battle."

The marshal, who was already in a bad mood, frowned even more when he heard this.

The only male senior warlock, Van Hema, snorted. He only confronted Lann once, and that time he successfully repelled Lann and the two giant dragons.

"Don't worry, Marshal, if we can suppress Lannister once, we will be able to suppress him a second time—and there won't be a third time!" Fan Hema vowed.

"The last time was due to a surprise attack. Now we have fully assessed and prepared for his strength. Whether it is him or the two giant dragons who don't know where they came from, as long as they dare to appear in front of us again, we will definitely be able to Make them regret their actions!"

Speaking of which, Fan Hema also bowed to the marshal: "I also want to thank the marshal for sacrificing himself and using himself as a bait."

In the very center of the middle battalion, the extraordinarily tall and waving Black Sun banner blazed fiercely, not concealing the whereabouts of the supreme commander at all.

A team of archers has long been ready, their arrows glowing with green light.

"With such a huge disparity in strength, whether it is attacking or retreating, it is the best choice for Lannister to use that special ability to attack the center camp and kill the supreme commander." Marshal Menno said solemnly, "I will not hide , because it is my responsibility."

"I salute you." Van Hema bowed again.

Fringila cast a disdainful look at Fan Hema, the warlocks in the south have a lot of soft bones, and their fawning over the powerful has been superficial.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the high-level warlocks in the north were favored too much by the kings in the past, causing the warlocks in the north to enjoy a status that did not match their strength.

In short, the contrast is very strong.

Ashleigh Va Anasin, the last of the three senior warlocks who led the team, ignored the two companions who were talking to the marshal, and she was ready for battle.

She commanded dozens of Warlock troops to close the portal, and then spread out in a certain formation, ready to guard against the arrival of the lion at any time.

She is the most single-minded preparation of all warlocks.

She looked in the direction of the capital of Leiria, with deep eyes.

"Which direction will the dragon... come from?"

...

"Let's go here."

Above the clouds, Lan estimated the distance between himself and the Nilfgaardian formation, and patted Saskia on his crotch.

The dragon girl twisted her body cautiously, and the graceful figure pulled out wisps of cloud, which stuck to the water droplets.

"Are you sure you can?"

Lane nodded: "You have been exposed in front of the Nilfgaardians before, and the giant dragon is still a bit dangerous in the face of large war weapons... But fortunately, they will definitely arrange those weapons to the rear now, you and Kerr It would be better for Turis to go to the frontal battlefield."

"I'm going to do something new with them this time."

Saskia nodded, shook her wings, and turned around.

Since the enemy also has warlocks, it is unrealistic to use magic means to detect the opponent's formation. Fortunately, the southerners were not familiar with the druid group, which gave Lan the possibility to sneak up on the other side above the clouds again and launch a surprise attack.

Finding a leeward place on Saskia's body, Lann flipped his hand and took out the potion from the [item bar].

[Advanced Thunderbolt] that strengthens the body, [Advanced Marpoli Forest] that speeds up adrenaline regeneration, [Advanced Swallow Potion] that restores injuries, strengthens the magic seal, restores the speed of magic power, or cooperates with the spell seal to have special effects [Advanced Petri Demon] Medicine], [Advanced Tawny Owl], [Hekna Decoction], [Ancient Deer Shoujing Decoction]...

The potion containing the toxin was poured down like water. These are all alchemy potions based on dwarf spirits, Lane even felt that he would be drunk before being poisoned.

[Gourmet] The special effect of slow recovery of life was also triggered.

Lann suddenly felt his heart beating like a drum, his handsome face became pale like a dead body, the veins on his neck and face were bulging like tree roots, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were black and bulging, like a deadly beast.

Saskia turned to head back, and Lane jumped off.

The howling wind blew past him, his body sank into the sea of ​​clouds, and after a dozen breaths, he escaped from the entanglement of water vapor, and the scene on the ground appeared before his eyes.

There should be some time before everything is clear, Lann tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the enemy's layout.

Well, Menno has no intention of hiding his whereabouts, the banner is upright and conspicuous.

It's just a bit off from the place where I jumped off.

But it doesn't matter.

The bright emerald light enveloped Lan's body——

【flash】!

On the ground, Ashleigh sensed something was wrong. She had been watching the appearance of the dragon, but unexpectedly saw a golden light flashing continuously under the thick clouds, and it seemed...

Getting closer and closer to yourself and others?

Vigilance exploded in Ashley's mind, and she screamed, "Be careful! Lannister..."

With a sound of "swish", the golden light in midair disappeared for the last time, and it reappeared in the center of those warlock troops.

"The Lannister is here." Lann chuckled.

He pinched out the magic seal with his left hand, and the potion squeezed out the chaotic energy in his body, pouring out continuously.

[Alder Fayin Alder Sweep Bone Biting Magic Burst]!

This is a battlefield without a great sun, and the harsh northern winter is raging again.

All the warlocks opened their protective shields immediately, they were already prepared for Lann's moves, but this unprecedented strength still made their defenses crumbling.

Many warlocks turned pale from casting spells, but they——blocked it!

"Catch the Lannisters!" Marshal Menno roared, swinging his sword.

In an instant, the magic, the magic-blocking gold arrows, and even the siege crossbow all attacked the center of the cold wind.