From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

The Nilfgaardians are going mad.

They had known for a long time that Lann had mastered the strange teleportation magic similar to that of senior warlocks. This kind of extremely mobile magic allowed the evil lion of Sintra to snipe many officers of the army with its amazing sword skills.

Therefore, the Nilfgaardians were already on guard against Lann, and even this time the marshal personally used himself as a bait.

Anyone who knows a little bit about warfare can see that if the northern war wants to win more with less, it must carry out the assassination of the highest commander of Nilfgaard. Now that the army is coming, Marshal Menno expects that the Lannisters will not be able to resist this temptation.

They even had a complete plan, including the two dragons that Lannister might bring and other possible spellcasters.

The only loophole in this plan is that if Lannister is greedy for life and afraid of death, it will make all preparations useless.

But that doesn't hurt too much. After Nilfgaard has completely mastered Leiria, and then takes Aedirn, Nilfgaard will have plenty of time to take care of Sintra after the war has opened.

Not just luck or misfortune, Lannister did not exploit the only "loophole" in this plan.

Good news: Lannister didn't mess with the Field Marshal's future, and he showed up as planned.

Bad news: The Lannisters bring a different kind of help.

...

Lann cast the spell of summoning cold wind to clear the field around him.

Nilfgaard attacked him with magic, magic-blocking golden arrows, and even a siege crossbow.

But then, a huge, dazzling spot of light enveloped him. It was as if someone had built a glowing city wall around Lann, resisting all attacks without a doubt.

It felt like throwing a few stones into the mountains, and it was hard to hear even an echo.

Afterwards, that huge figure with shining spots of light slowly got up, and the Nilfgaardian realized that the spot of light was actually in the shape of a giant.

An experienced warlock has already started to tremble, and the chaotic energy in his hands has become disordered. Reminiscent of the close relationship between Lan and the Skelligs, they had a vague guess.

Ice giant?

No, this is no ordinary ice giant.

The dazzling emerald light gradually extinguished, and what was presented in front of everyone was a monster combining primitive and civilization.

He has a body that is taller than the city wall, but instead of exposing the ice-blue muscles like icebergs as those warlocks expected, his skin is covered with steel.

The Nilfgaardian looked from bottom to top: iron boots, greaves, knee pads, leg armor, armpit shields, gauntlets, gauntlets, breastplate, neck guard, and even helmet and mask. Armed to the teeth.

Perhaps it was due to the rush of work, or it was too huge. This set of giant armor looks rough in workmanship, without any lines or carvings. It feels as if it is just trying to wrap iron on this terrifying body.

But the armor is made of solid materials, and every forged arc fits the ice giant's body, which can provide faithful defense while ensuring his mobility to the greatest extent.

Coupled with this body that can be frightening at a glance, the armor produced by the simple forging process endows the giant with a wild and ferocious beauty.

As for flexibility? Not at all.

Giant dragons can't wear armor because of flexibility, after all, they have to fly in the sky.

But the giant is different, he just needs to rush forward. Heavy steel will give bonus attack power instead.

In the entire continent, and even in all intelligent civilization communities, there is only one place that has the capital and technology to create such a damn thing.

Dwarves of Mahakam.

Suddenly, several thoughts began to intertwine and collide in Menno's mind, and an idea emerged. He suddenly felt that the soldiers rushing to the front line of Leiria might encounter obstacles, but soon he felt that his concerns were a bit ridiculous.

What else in the world can stop Nilfgaard's heavy cavalry?

The marshal's thinking didn't last long, and soon a roar that was enough to knock out a person's consciousness was poured into his ears.

"Me! God!!"

The ice giant let out an earth-shattering roar, and the cold wind began to soar across the battlefield.

"Boom" a huge crossbow slammed into the ice giant's chest, causing the huge body to tremble slightly.

The soldier who was able to recover from the shock in time at this pass is worthy of praise, but the soldier who fired the crossbow did not have the slightest joy on his face.

He started moaning instead.

"The sun is on top...it feels like hitting a city wall..."

The attack of the first crossbowman made everyone react, and the tooth-stinging sound of the winch spinning, accompanied by the depressing sound of breaking the wind, continuously pushed out the thick crossbow bolts, accelerating them to a terrifying level.

This is enough to shoot down the dragon from the sky.

But nothing can be done about giants.

Some archers tried to shoot the magic-blocking gold arrows, but most of them were deflected by the cold wind and could not advance an inch, and the attacks from a few strong bows could not break through the thick armor.

They didn't know that even if they broke through the armor, their arrows could hardly penetrate the giant's skin.

"Don't waste the magic gold! Don't worry about the giant! Aim for Lannister!" The commander of the shooter group made a decisive decision.

But how can we ignore the giant?

The warlocks only felt a flustering wave coming from the huge body, and an unimaginably huge chaotic energy was surging.

Sparks burst out in the giant's hand, and an iron rod thick enough to be the main beam of the castle appeared in the giant's hand. The end of the iron rod is also connected to an anchor with an iron chain—the kind of ship that is heavy enough to stabilize the ship and not be carried away by the turbulent current when the ship wants to stop sailing and be lowered into the sea. anchor.

This was originally the tool used by the Ice Giant in the Skellige Mountains, but after being possessed by the Fallen Druid, the Ice Giant briefly changed its fighting instincts and chose to fight with oak sticks instead.

But now, everything is back!

And get stronger!

The ice giant just held the iron rod in one hand, and anchored the boat on his head with the other hand whirring like a big windmill, and then——

"boom"!

It was like a mountain was collapsing before my eyes!

"Scatter! Scatter!!" The commander let out a shriek that he thought only he would utter before dying, "Scatter all!!!"

"All the siege machines are aimed at... poof!"

Lan didn't raise his head after transforming into the ice giant, and he didn't care about the seven or eight-meter-high stone soil and the human body mixed in it that kept rising up behind him.

【Teleportation】Continue to cast.

Druids, sorceresses, and witchers emerged from it.

Druids, sorceresses, and witchers emerged from it.

Mossak led all the spellcasters, and burst out with tyrannical energy as if they had lost their magic power the first time they landed. Storms and lightning spread around them around them, killing the Nilfgaardian warlocks. The troops are in disarray.

Maybe they are inferior to the warlocks of Nilfgaard in terms of quantity, but they are definitely far superior in quality!

The demon hunters started to cast the [Quen] seal on themselves, and rushed in under the cover of magic from the rear. If they were warlocks at the level of royal advisors, they might even make a detour, but these partial warlock soldiers faced close The demon hunters who are not in the body can only be slaughtered.

With a sound of "splitting", there was a fiery lightning strike. Geralt quickly rolled over to avoid the spell, and took out a delicate hand crossbow from behind with his backhand.

With a "puff", the unlucky guy who sneaked up on the white wolf fell to the ground without even releasing the protective shield.

Lambert pulled Geralt up from the ground, accelerated like a wolf running along the track cleared by the ice giant's advance, and then slammed into the pile of warlock soldiers, throwing a few [Demon Blocker] with his backhand Golden Bomb].

Some people escaped, but more warlock soldiers suddenly began to breathe in pain as if they were strangled by the throat.

Immediately, the bear-headed and wolf-headed steel swords slashed across their throats one by one in tacit cooperation.

"Ha!" Lambert yelled excitedly, "The old man Vesemir should have come along!"

"Without magic power, these guys are worse than drunks on the side of the road!"

A demon hunter who fights alone is most afraid of falling into the enemy's line alone, but this time the group battle made Lambert experience an unprecedented sense of joy.

This is the way a demon hunter should fight!

Fringilla Vigo looked at these mighty demon hunters with a gloomy expression, and when she raised her hand, there was a bolt of lightning far beyond the ordinary.

With a "buzz", the protective shield as thick as the earth blocked the sneak attack for Lambert.

The wolf sent the demon hunter to look at Jielong standing in front of him in fear, and almost capsized in the gutter.

And Geron looked at Furingilla and Ashley thoughtfully: "These two sorceresses...seem to be taken back?"

At the same time, Ashleigh Va Anashin has quietly opened the portal behind Fringira, ready to retreat at any time.

They don't have the consciousness to fight to the death for Nilfgaard.

——

"Alba—!" Major Nilfgaard heard his soldiers roar before dying, "Forward! Master Alba! For His Majesty the Emperor!"

He didn't hear what was going on behind him, a standard lion's head steel sword pierced his chest, the movement was crisp and neat. Then the soldiers who drew their swords continued to run forward without looking back, ignoring this officer who might be able to accumulate a lot of military exploits.

The Cintra people never killed the Nilfgaardian for military merit, they just wanted to do it and had to do it at the same time.

Not far away, besides the banner of the Three Lions, there is also the banner of the silver lily fluttering in the wind, and there is also a legion with chaotic equipment but bloody members.

They have just experienced a fierce battle and are cleaning the battlefield at the moment.

Marshal Vesekid rode forward, and several people in blue-striped armor blocked his way.

"Let him in." The Temerian king's voice came from behind the blue iron guard.

"Thank you for your help." Marshal Vesekid dismounted after approaching, and saluted the king of Temeria, "Temeria's help is a surprise we never expected."

King Foltest turned his noble profile enough to be printed on coins, and looked at Marshal Vesekid.

Before he opened his mouth to answer, he was stimulated by the lion crest on Vesselkid's armor the first moment he cast his eyes, as if seeing something dirty, he hurriedly turned his head back.

He can't see it now.

So King Foltest just nodded slightly reservedly, expressing his gratitude.

Marshal Vesekid frowned slightly, but for the sake of the overall situation, he could still bear this level of contempt. When he was young, he saw a lot of various nobles and kings who didn't know the so-called.

"Marshal—" Not far away, a horse came towards us, and on it was a heroic female officer.

Is the commander of the Freedom Corps, Colonel Julia nicknamed "Little Cat".

"And Your Majesty—greetings to you." Before being stopped by the iron guards in blue, Julia took the initiative to dismount and salute.

"Tell me about your discovery, Colonel." Before Marshal Vesselkid could speak, King Fultestay raised his jaw slightly.

The king did not use titles such as "Madam", but directly called the title. This was done out of respect, and perhaps because of the clean attire on the other side—at least no lions.

Julia glanced at Marshal Vesselkid, and reported the findings of cleaning the battlefield under the frowning but nodding gesture of the other party.

"This is a big victory, but in the end it is because there are not many enemies." Julia said firmly, "There are only infantry here, and the flag is only the 'black condor on a white background' flag. There is no doubt that they are [Alba Division] , and a member of the infantry in the Alba Division."

"If that's the case, the situation is very bad. Our interrogator here has gone through some very efficient torture..." Julia squinted at the trembling psionicist Kenna.

"We learned that the divisions of Vinenda, Magne, Frundsberg, 2nd Vicovaro's Brigade, and Willihad's Brigade have all gone north, counting the previous 7th Delaney Brigade and the Nauru Brigade. Sika Division, this is the strength of the entire Fourth Cavalry Regiment."

"And the Third Legion only left these few thousand infantry, and all the cavalry went north." Julia looked at Marshal Vesekid's expression becoming serious, "The situation of the Duke of Lannister and the coalition forces over there is not optimistic. .”

Fultesty snorted coldly, and the Temerian soldiers gathered behind him one after another: "That is to say, so many of us came here, but in the end, we just rushed to nothing, and only dealt with such a small number of infantry?"

He shook his head, and suddenly asked Julia reservedly: "You seem to be familiar with the composition of Nilfgaard's legion?"

"I graduated from a military academy." Julia didn't care, as if it wasn't worth mentioning at all, "I'm a professional soldier, and these are the basic knowledge that Kovill's soldiers need to master."

Fultesty frowned: "Kovier...that's all, that's for the future."

"Since the main force of the enemy has already gone north, let's not delay any longer, and try to arrive before Mi Wei and Demavi are defeated and form a pincer attack."

"Sintra people, Kavier people, let's set off immediately, let the people of Nilfgaard know who is the real one in the north..."

"Your Majesty." The marshal did not let the King of Temeria take over the command, "We need to leave a hundred soldiers to take care of the wounded."

"What?"

"Take care of the wounded. We have a medical team. The people of Sintra will not abandon any citizen." Marshal Vesekid refused to give an inch. "I know that Temeria does not have medical soldiers, but if you have wounded , we can also treat together.”

"Afterwards, we will go north again."

Furterstadt and the gray-haired old marshal looked at each other for a moment, then snorted coldly: "This will take a lot of time, your Duke is still on the front line."

"I hope the Nilfgaardians don't beat him too badly!"

Marshal Vesekid showed a smile that Furteste hated: "You don't know the people of Sintra, just like you don't know the lion."