From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 334 Final Battle·Manada Valley

"Son of a bitch." Menno Cujo looked at the valley ahead with his binoculars. "This place is really suitable for an ambush."

The Nilfgaardian Field Marshal was in a sorry state, his armor was torn and stained with blood, and his originally well-maintained mustache was now uneven.

Marshal Mennonite had no intention of caring about his appearance. His mind was filled with the look that Lannister had looked back at him after he had killed his own bodyguards.

But after appeasing his damaged military pride, Marshal Mennonite, who had experienced hundreds of battles, decisively discovered something was wrong with Lannister's actions.

It's not that he is arrogant, but in terms of tactics, the importance of the marshal is definitely more than the sum of the three warlock troops combined. But the team brought by Lannister only killed the warlocks and left after making a fuss.

Lannister himself also circled around himself, as if he was specifically stating the fact: I won't kill you, I keep you for use; with your knowledge, you can definitely guess the purpose of keeping you, but you are right There is nothing I can do.

Marshal Mennonite could certainly tell the difference between his own sacrifice and not.

He was angry at first, angry that Lannister was so sure that he could defeat him; then he became frustrated because he really wanted to follow Lannister's script.

The Third Legion and the Fourth Cavalry Regiment are the elite of Nilfgaard. Even if they are defeated on the front line, the Marshal must bring the remaining remnants back to Nilfgaard. This is his responsibility and obligation as the Marshal.

Even if he knew that dying on the front line would be better for his reputation.

So Marshal Mennonite immediately used his personal prestige to gather the remaining soldiers as much as possible after the defeat of Leiria, and Nilfgaard's strict military discipline also ensured that the defeated army moved closer to the marshal.

Barely a single band of them scattered to the folk in the north, retreating all the way with astonishing cohesion.

From Leiria, to Livia, through the Anglin region, through Alto Soden and finally to Sintra.

"Marshal." Captain Sievers wiped the sweat from his head. "Ahead is the Manada Valley. Through it, we can leave Sintra and join our troops stationed outside."

This seemed to be good news, but Captain Sievers's face became sweatier. Not just him, but the other officers surrounding Marshal Menno as well.

Because as the marshal said: This valley is really suitable for an ambush.

From the moment they entered Cintra, the Nilfgaardians realized that Cintra, which had defeated the Western Army, had already strengthened its border defenses.

This prevented the Mennonite marshals from advancing and had to retreat along the borders of Sintra.

Until now reaching the Manada Valley, this was a retreat route that Cintra had planned for the Nilfgaardians, but they had to take this road.

Cintra is called the "Gateway to the North" for no reason. This is the only way to leave from the North, and the Nilfgaardians must bite the bullet and push forward.

If the people of Cintra have any plans for their remnant army, this is their last chance.

Under normal circumstances, whether out of consideration for the number of people in Sintra or confidence in the speed of his horses, Menno could barely believe that there was no ambush here.

But now that he has fought against Lannister so many times, he actually has a strange "trust" in the lion of the north - that guy will definitely not let go of this opportunity.

"Marshal." It was still Captain Sievers, "Please put on my equipment and mount."

Menno's gloomy face suddenly froze, and he looked back at the young man in disbelief.

Captain Sievers said solemnly: "Please do not object, Lord Marshal. Your life and abilities are too precious to the empire, and no one can replace you."

"My cavalry brigade is still intact. If you encounter an ambush later, they will protect you. And I will lead the remaining troops to fight against the enemy and create an opportunity for you to break through."

Menno looked at the young man silently: "I remember you, you are just the captain of the 7th Dellani Brigade."

This is not contempt, the implication is - this is not your responsibility.

"Yes." Sievers hammered his chest. "The 7th Brigade was the first to arrive at the eastern front. However, they encountered the Lannister and suffered a defeat. My chief officer died."

"Because of this, you arranged us to the flanks in the subsequent decisive battle, but relatively preserved the intact structure." The young officer said, "And the commanders who took over after that continued to die, so now I am the commander of the seventh brigade. Official."

Menno was silent again: "Your decision will take your life."

Sievers saluted: "It's my honor."

"Captain Sievers."

"Your Excellency Marshal?"

"…Good luck to you, kid."

"Same to you, Marshal."

——

"They're coming."

On the hillside, East took a deep breath.

"Put our flag up!"

The green and red dragon head flag flutters in the wind, which is the emblem of the Tursek family.

Then came the red and black shield of the Clete family, the antler-pointed shield of the Diemen family, the flaming hammer of the Todaloch family...

The seven major Skellige families came out in full force.

In the center of the different flags of the seven major families, there is also the largest Red Sea war flag representing the archipelago.

On the border from Leiria to Sintra, apart from the war horses that worked day and night, only the islanders who came down the Yaruga River could come over in advance to set up the battlefield. When these brave sea warriors land on land, they can immediately transform into the most capable hunters in the mountains, waiting for their prey.

An emerald light suddenly lit up on East's body, and his guards watched with surprise as a figure condensed and formed around the king.

They looked upon the Lord Lannister with the most admiration second only to the king.

After arriving at the scene, Lann and East looked at each other. They had a tacit understanding and didn't say much. They just clapped their left hands on the ground and more light spots lit up around them.

【Teleport】

Figures in armor, figures holding staffs, figures carrying two swords, monsters covered with rocks, behemoths with wings, giants like mountains...

East took another deep breath. He had waited too long.

The Manada Valley was where he and Calanthe encountered an ambush from Nilfgaard.

Then he lost Calanthe, and the child in Calanthe's belly.

Nilfgaardians…

"Blow the trumpet!"

"attack!"

"Woo——"

…

The dull sound of the horn made the Nilfgaardians panic instantly. Even though they were prepared, horses collided with each other in a hurry and almost caused the knight to fall off his horse.

"Rumble." The Druid chanted a spell, and the mountain walls around the canyon began to rise and fall as if they were alive. The rolling stones on both sides rumbled down, killing half of the black-clad army before they even came into contact.

This has a heavy blow to morale.

The next second, the heads of the Nilfgaardians were in darkness. When they looked up, they saw two giant dragons sticking out their necks, with flames brewing in their throats; an ice giant had already condensed the steel rod in his hand, fearlessly striking directly from the height. It's like jumping down from the top of Mount Tai.

"Renarug!" East pulled out his sword with a dark golden color and let out the Skellige war cry.

The clan leader and islanders behind him followed him and let out a war cry.

"Rena Lug!!"

"Roar!!" Several guards nearby East roared loudly, and their bodies suddenly grew taller and grew hair, turning into giant bears. They were the berserker warriors who were recruited after being rescued together!

Seven thousand Skelliges swooped down and unleashed a veritable landslide on the Nilfgaardians.

…

Lan En appeared first under the largest and most eye-catching flag with a flash of golden light. He was not looking around to observe anything. This time, he no longer needed to worry too much.

[Alder Sign·Alder Sweep·Magic Explosion]!

With a "wow" sound, all the remaining officers of Nilfgaard's expedition were torn into frozen pieces.

The remaining cavalry around them had no intention of becoming enemies with Rann. They would rather escape from the giant's iron rod than draw their swords in front of the Lion of Sintra.

The last strength of the black army collapsed.

Lan frowned suddenly.

When he landed, he took a quick glance and found that the Mennonite Marshal under the flag seemed to have become younger - no, that was not the Mennonite Marshal at all.

After thinking about it a few times, Lan instantly figured out the key points. He sighed twice, one because Nilfgaard actually had such a righteous man, and the other because he regretted that this young life was sacrificed in vain.

He looked towards the distance not far away as if feeling something. There was a cavalry there. They discovered the Skellig's breakthrough and charged madly in that direction.

Their camp was neat and orderly, and they could be said to be the most orderly force in this remnant army.

…

Marshal Mennonite leaned on his horse and hugged its neck tightly. The attack went smoothly at first.

They bypassed three rolling stones that seemed to have self-awareness, and far avoided the aftermath of the dragon's flames. If it weren't for the shouts of killing around them, they almost thought they were fighting a natural disaster.

There were fewer and fewer guards around them, but after using the remaining impact of the heavy cavalry to penetrate the islanders in front, they finally escaped from the canyon. After passing around a huge boulder in front, there is an endless plain behind.

Someone in the team shouted triumphantly. But he was happy too soon.

The originally solid ground under his feet suddenly turned into a pit, and the marshal flew out from above the horse's head and hit the mountain wall.

Around him, horses and people screamed.

In the din, Menno suddenly heard a completely different sound, the sound of death.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh"

A bear-like warrior led a team with minimal equipment and rushed out from the edge of the canyon. He was accompanied by several warriors dressed like him and carrying two swords.

A black-haired and a red-haired warlock were mumbling words, and a team of archers protected them. Under the leadership of a female archer, they rained arrows on themselves and others.

This is - the maritime guerrillas led by the bear sect's demon hunter Gerd!

The warriors arrived along with the Skellig warships, while the demon hunters, warlocks and other members of the pride rushed over after the battle in Lyria and continued to kill the enemy here.

When ambushing an army, you should value the essence rather than the quantity.

Marshal Menno saw the only demon hunter without a sword on his back open his hands, and then flames and cold wind poured out of the demon hunter's palms at the same time.

The marshal felt that this witcher might be more powerful than the Lannister.

He stumbled up and looked for a good horse, but before running a few steps, someone beside him fell face down in the dust, with an arrow stuck in his back.

At the same time, the marshal felt a heavy blow on his head. His body swayed and he fell from the horse. He wanted to scream, but he could only make a hoarse howl.

At this time, a horse, which was struggling on the ground, kicked the marshal's helmet, shattered the iron plate, cut his cheek, broke his teeth, and cut his tongue.

He heard again the sound of bowstrings, the whistling of arrows, the thunderous sound of arrow points piercing armor, shouts, the neighing of horses, and the splash of blood.

The marshal turned around and saw a group of people coming towards him. The leader was a knight carrying a lion-headed steel sword, and beside him was a huge bear with astonishing shoulder height.

The adjutant who rushed out with the marshal gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around and shouted surrender. He stepped on the marshal who had not yet gotten up and blocked him behind him. He begged for mercy in a high and sharp voice, saying that he was willing to pay the war ransom.

Then the adjutant held the blade of the sword and handed the hilt to the people of Cintra - this is the common surrender method on the mainland.

But just as the Sintra people were approaching, the adjutant suddenly rushed forward. He grabbed the blade with the steel gauntlet and moved the sword around like a stick. At the same time, he tried to pull out the dagger at his waist as a secondary weapon.

Immediately afterwards, a lion-headed sword penetrated his chest with lightning speed.

House coldly pulled out the lion-headed sword. He was not disturbed by the opponent's surrender from the beginning.

"As for Nilfgaard, the people of Cintra never accept prisoners." House watched the light in the adjutant's eyes extinguish little by little. He saw the other party staggering back, and then he was tripped by something like a corpse behind him. Pour it in and cover it very naturally.

House chuckled, seeing through the other party's trick. He strode forward and kicked the opponent away, revealing Marshal Menno who was pinned down and pretending to be dead.

"Ha, he looks like a commander." House raised his sword.

Marshal Menno ripped off his helmet and tried to say something. But he lost several teeth and even his tongue was cut.

"I am Men...No...Kuhorn..." He stammered, spitting out blood from time to time, "...Kuhorn...Marshal...Marshal..."

The blade of the sword dug into his collarbone, and he spit out more blood.

"Did you hear what he just said?" House pulled out his sword and suddenly asked the giant bear beside him.

Bill slowly returned to human form from the berserker form: "Who cares about him, to hell with Nilfgaard and his nonsense... Wait, have you seen this cloak?"

House looked at it for a few times: "Silver Scorpion! It's the 7th brigade of the 4th Cavalry Regiment? Has Yalpan been hit by them before?"

Bill shrugged: "That seems to be another army... But what the hell, cut off his head and wrap it in this cloak. It's not empty-handed when you go back to visit Yalpan, right? Yalpan doesn't want us. Just take it back and exchange it for military merit. Although the military rank is only a captain, he is still a commander - you seem to be not even a knight now?"

"That makes sense - but I just want to be the Duke's guard. It doesn't matter whether I'm a knight or not."

"Never mind it. Finish it quickly, maybe some Nilfgaardians will break out soon."

Menno twitched twice, and blood poured into his lungs.