Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 656: 658 kiss

Chapter 656 658. Kiss

The Embers are becoming more and more accustomed to the tactic of following Lan En.

Breakthrough 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 high heat, lava and frost eroding each other on a piece of ground, making a crackling sound.

The enemies on this half side 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 frightened that they forgot how to swing their swords.

The overall situation has been decided.

Lan En pestered 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 a matter of completing the process of failure.

The same is true now. Nilfgaard's original 30,000 defeated troops were now killed by about 10,000, and the remaining less than 20,000 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.

I ordered them to rest. If this group of people felt that they wanted to be alone in danger, then 80% of them would not listen to this order.

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

Lincoln raised his helmet visor 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 a massive siege battle, they fought from the defense line to the mountain, following Lan En over and over again as he plowed the fields to slaughter the warlocks and the troops standing in front of the warlocks. They were indeed on the verge of reaching 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 did not fall off his horse.

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

"Then we will take a short rest near the mountainside. People can't dismount their horses, and their armor can't be lowered."

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. Im not polite to you.

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

Alone, Lan En can reach his maximum 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 sides want to quickly kill the other's warlocks and remove the other's ability to cause large-scale destruction.

Hence, the intensity of the war was not even lower than that of the defense lines in the foothills and valleys.

Lan En's [Spiritual 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, Lan 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 being 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.

The weak who act like crazy in order to survive are nothing more than weak.

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

After all, they were carefully calculating every spell just a moment ago for the sake of their own lives, dodging arrows, stones, and enemy spells that might come from any angle.

Similar to, or even worse than, these Nilfgaardians who were desperate to break out of their way.

These great mages, who are usually so pampered, are 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 is. What is that?

Lydecliffe of Oxenford, trembling and with empty eyes, asked the shield captain beside him.

"That wasn't my hallucination, was it? There really was a humanoid golem or something that saved us from being chopped to pieces by the Nilfgaardians, right?"

Thats 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 again before speaking.

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

"Thank you to 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 to walk upward.

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

Spiritual VisionI 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.

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

But Lan En didnt care about the growth of his field of vision at the moment, because he recognized this familiar fluctuation.

Rita?!

Without thinking much at all, the secret method on the [old hunters 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 flicker.

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' sound.

You cant even hold back a fireball spell for a long time, do you think Im easy to mess with?

Margarita snorted in Tisayas face. Her hair was now disheveled and her breathing was short.

While taking advantage of the gunpowder smoke, 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 very good about Margarita because of her powerful magic and achievements.

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

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

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

The words "Shield Guard Captain" are not only giving orders to comrades, but also asking for support from 'Tisaya'.

After all, the man in front of you 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 did not expect was that

The sorceress who was protected by them rushed directly towards the man.

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

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

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

Boss, Ms. Tissaya. I remember she is over four hundred years old? This man doesnt 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 Talents and Skills Association?

Let alone more than 400 years old, whats wrong with being 500 years old? !

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