From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Outside the city of Leiria, the cruel and bloody battle has already begun.

For all their ferocity and obstinacy, the Nilfgaardians faced the combined forces like waves lapping on rocks.

For there stood valiant soldiers from Aedirn, Lyria, Rivia.

And the most special Mahakam Heavy Infantry Regiment, which played a pivotal role in the battle, and the special units brought by the Duke of Lannister.

The impact of the heavy infantry charging was no match for the avalanche-like aura of the rock troll. The strange instinctive magic of the female night devil made the horses under the cavalry restless and deviated from the direction of charging.

The two giant dragons soaring in the sky sprayed flames unscrupulously without effective anti-air countermeasures.

But there are too many Nilfgaardians, and their military discipline is too neat.

The people of Nilfgaard were fighting, like a torrent of steel hitting a solid wall made of steel, and the battle continued like this, and the outcome was hard to tell for a while. Although the torrent shattered the strong wall time and time again, the momentum has not weakened or disappeared, and the strong wall has always stood between the stormy waves.

"United Kingdom, attack!" Queen Mivi raised her long sword and screamed, "Let the people of Nilfgaard pay the price!"

The queen led all the cavalry to charge towards the Nilfgaardians, leading the way, with the silver and red prismatic banner flying in the air.

The confrontation between the cavalry was a situation of crushing each other. The battle lasted only for a moment, but the process was very tragic.

Then the wall of shields with spears opened for the returning queen. The cavalry of the United Kingdom entered the phalanx, pushing past dwarves in mail shirts and helmets. Knights fell from their horses and dwarves behind their shields fell.

Then he was moved away by the medical soldiers who saw every bit of stitches and sent them to the rear.

"Commander, where is the commander of the dwarves?"

"Here I am, little girl!" Colonel Barclay jumped up, and beside him were Zoltan who had just sent Yarpen away and returned, Gabor Ziglin and Petrit Fouke s.

"There are too many people in Nilfgaard! If we don't block the gap," Queen Mivi raised her voice so as to drown out the surrounding noise, "the people of Nilfgaard are about to break through the front line! We can no longer defend! We Either move the battle line further back, or you can only take the initiative!"

"Back? What joke are you talking about?" Colonel Barclay's bloodshot eyes were wild and frightening. He hadn't fought such a big battle for hundreds of years. The blood flowed through his body like waves, but his spirit was still Calm as a rock.

Queen Miwei didn't care about the dwarf's contemptuous name for her. After all, the age of the person in front of her might indeed be beyond her imagination: "What's your proposal, dwarf?"

Colonel Barclay laughed hard, and looked back at the three dwarf officers around him.

There should have been four of them here.

"Yarpin's a good guy!" Barclay snarled. "He's lying in the back now getting bloody medical help! How about you? Got a problem to fix!"

Zoltan, Gabor, and Petrit were all covered in blood. Zoltan's chain mail had a prominent slit cut at an acute angle, Gabor's head was scrawled with a bandage, and one of Petrit's eyes was already smeared with blood. .

"I can't figure it out," Zoltan said sternly, "Why does everyone who sees us ask that?"

"Give us a damn order, Barclay!"

...

"In step!" roared Colonel Barclay. "In one direction! Keep the ranks tight! Act in groups! Groups!"

It felt like a row of steel poured city walls moved.

No one will believe it.

No one would believe it before today, and few people would believe it after today, and it would be difficult for anyone to believe it when discussing what is happening now in military and history classes in the future.

Not only was the front line of the coalition forces not broken by the Nilfgaardians, but they began to move forward!

With enemy cavalry on all sides, the dwarves are being attacked, raided and harassed...but the phalanx is advancing. At the same pace, in a dense formation, shields are advancing against shields.

Keep going, stepping on corpses, pushing aside Nilfgaardians in black armor...they're on the move!

"Kill!"

"Keep the pace! Keep the same direction!" Colonel Barclay shouted again. "Keep in line! Sing! People of the mountains! Sing our song! Let these bloody black armored troops hear Mahakam's voice! "

"Sing it all to me!"

From the throats of thousands of dwarves sang the famous battle song of Mahakam.

[Ho——! Ho--! Ho--!

Just wait, don't worry! 】

Nilfgaardian cavalry turned into gigantic living battering rams, crushing everything that protected the dwarf's body—spears, lances, halberds, and shields. They were like daggers piercing into the human body, spilling blood all around, soaking the blood-soaked ground and even making the horse's feet start to slip.

[The flames of war are about to ignite!

The killing field collapsed and shattered]

However, although the tip of the dagger transformed by the Nilfgaardian pierced deeply, it failed to pierce the heart or other vital organs. The Nilfgaardian failed to dismember the little dwarf in front of him, but instead got stuck inside, unable to move.

They were trapped among the infantry regiments, numerous and dense as pitch.

The heavy hammers and battle axes of the dwarves followed closely, and the dwarves who erected heavy shields quickly adapted to the impact of the heavy cavalry and began to fight back.

They are an infantry regiment, but at the moment they are advancing against Nilfgaard's heavy cavalry!

[It has been broken to the bone!

Ho--! Ho--! Ho--! 】

...

"United Kingdom, attack!" Amidst the roar of the dwarves, Queen Mivi's sharp soprano voice was like a thin sharp blade.

The cavalry left the phalanx again, and launched a counterattack against the Nilfgaardian cavalry with national hatred and family hatred.

This move is also suicidal when it kills the enemy. The equipment of the coalition army was far inferior to the solid armor raised by the Nilfgaardians throughout the south. Without the protection of the dwarves' halberds, spears and shields, Queen Mivi was instantly exposed to the powerful offensive of the Nilfgaardian army. under.

The sound of knocking, shouting and horse neighing sounded disorderly in the ear, and Queen Mi Wei was drawn into the flow of people, and the terrible massacre and chaos were posted at zero distance. There are knights around her constantly blocking the enemy's attacks for her, and the long sword in her hand is constantly killing the enemies who killed her own people.

A Nilfgaardian rider with a silver sun disk pattern on his cloak broke through the direction of the queen's guard. He stood up on his stirrups, and the ax smashed into the head of a knight who had lost the protection of his helmet, and then embedded in another chest.

Mi Wei turned around on the saddle and swung the blade sideways.

The Nilfgaardian was struck hard, the armor blocked the sword, but he rolled off the saddle. The dense crowd around him temporarily stopped his fall, and for a moment, his body was caught between two horses and suspended in mid-air.

But after one breath, he still landed. The moment he made contact with the dirt, his skull shattered under the horse's hooves.

"Come again!" Queen Mi Wei yelled frantically, "Continue to attack! Hold on, people of the United Kingdom! Kill!"

...

Her piercing voice was still penetrating on the chaotic battlefield, but soon a thicker voice overwhelmed her.

"Boom!" It was the sound of something exploding.

"My god!!" It was the roar of something unknown.

In the next second, everyone saw the sound made by that thing, because he was too tall, too shocking, and too bloody, so that no one could ignore that existence.

Ice giants, from the ancient legacy of Skellige.

"Haha! That's the armor we made!" Colonel Barclay roared in surprise, and took a hard look at the giant's equipment with the eyes of a peerless beauty.

"Mahakan! Our reinforcements are here, go!"

...

When the Nilfgaardians saw the ice giant, they naturally wouldn't ignore the blond knight standing on the giant's shoulders.

That face has long been used as information to spread throughout every Nilfgaardian barracks, and all Nilfgaardian officers have long memorized Lannister's characteristics, appearance, and equipped weapons.

Combined with the background of the times, they know more about Lannister than their biological parents.

Not to mention, most of the Nilfgaardian officers had witnessed this blond-haired demon hunter appearing in front of them not long ago and killing their previous chief officer, and by the way, the entire guard team.

I really don't want to be familiar with...

etc.

At this point, the faces of these Nilfgaardian officers changed drastically—could it be their turn now?

...

Lan En thought about repeating his previous actions on the battlefield.

Kill the commanders on the opposite side one by one, and then help the soldiers on the front line to knock out the front line of the heavy cavalry. Finally, cut into the back row and make a big fuss. plan of.

But the battle situation in front of him surprised Lan En.

He expected that the heavy infantry of the dwarves was very strong, which is why he went to Mahakam to ask for this army.

But he still hadn't seen this heavy infantry regiment fighting with his own eyes. He didn't expect that they could really counterattack against so many Nilfgaardian heavy cavalry!

And Queen Miwei also changed her previous appearance of retreating steadily, and for the first time showed the true face of a brave and skilled queen, personally leading the team to rush left and right in the Nilfgaardian camp.

For a long time, Lane has always played the role of a firefighter, whether in Sintra or in the eastern battle.

It belongs to the kind of pro-nanny that "only with Lane can plan a war", "Lann can participate in a war to carry out a war", "Lann can end a war with great power".

But the war at this moment is different.

The Mahakam dwarves withstood the Nilfgaardians, and the last soldiers in the north withstood the enemy's offensive. They summoned other members of the "Lion Pride" to kill all directions on the battlefield.

Like a master of time management, he came here from Menno, but the situation here has stabilized.

A feeling of relief appeared in Lan En's heart. For so long, he had joined forces and recruited troops everywhere, and finally he had gained something in this battle.

It seems that I no longer need to play the role of firefighters running around, it is enough to charge with them.

Just at this time, the two giant dragons tilted Longyan from the left and right wings of the battlefield, pulled out the wall of fire all the way and flew to Lan En's side.

And the ice giant took big strides, kicking and stomping almost all the way through the defense line of the black army, and was able to join the dwarves and the northern coalition forces.

"My God!!"

"Lan!"

"Duke Lannister!"

The blond knight no longer controlled the giant, but jumped off the shoulders that were more than ten meters high.

Bright emerald-colored spots lit up on the ground, and a steed with a black and brilliant horse stood up and neighed.

Then there was a flash of golden light, and Lan appeared on the horse seat, drew out the sword of the Lake Lady, which was as bright as a torch, and held it above his head.

"Follow me to charge!"

——

"Lannister and the others are right in front? It seems that the fight has already started?"

Fultesty marched to a high slope with the Temerian Legion, the Sintra Legion, and the Freedom Legion.

Those present were all veterans who had experienced many battles, and they could already hear the heaven-shaking shouts of killing from a long distance away. Although there were some roaring and screaming that they had never heard before, they still marched in a hurry to step forward for support at the first time.

But when he reached the high slope and barely saw the battle scene clearly, the well-informed King Fultesty was in a trance.

All the experienced veterans in the army were also in a trance.

The fighting of steel and the splashing of blood reached an unprecedented level, but the flames, ice, strong wind, and lightning scattered everywhere raised this war to a level that no one could understand.

The land under your feet is still the border of the northern border, right?

The two giant dragons flying across the sky interrupted everyone's thoughts, and the giant with rumbling footsteps seemed to feel oppressed even if it was far away.

If a bard arrives at the scene, he will be ecstatic. This is enough to compose a scene that will be handed down from generation to generation.

"Lannister..." Folterstadt turned his head stiffly, his hands trembling slightly as he grasped the rein.

The marshal's lion coat of arms flashed in front of him.

"People of Cintra! Fight for the Duke of Lannister!"

"Freedom Legion! Charge!"

They leapt over Temeria's silver lily banner, driving their dust billows like a wedge into the Nilfgaardian ranks.

"His Majesty?"

The Temerian general rode up to the king, bowing his head for orders.

As a general, he has his own considerations; but he also knows that as a king, he considers more than just war.

What happened in front of him was enough to shake some of the king's previous beliefs and make him make other decisions.

Fortunately, the general soon got his own answer.

"They are having a carnival, my general." Folterstadt said coldly, "welcome our guests from all the way from the south."

"But as Temerians, I think we are more entitled to host them, don't we?"

Drums echo, cymbals clang, horns sound. The ground trembled under tens of thousands of horseshoes.

Black Armor's army was cut in the smoke, and Black Sun's banner fell.