God-level Demon Hunter

More than a dozen slender or strong warlocks in black cloaks sat on tall horses, under heavy protection.

They made complex gestures with their hands, and magical auras invisible to the naked eye passed through the forest.

The flames are extinguished, the road ahead is clear, and the army is invincible.

Chapter 25 The Battle of Manada

The sunlight was so strong that it illuminated the entire Manada Valley.

Heat waves washed over the battlefield that was divided into two parts—the mouth of the valley, and the flanking hillsides.

Standing behind the Taniguchi trench is the commander of Sintra, Vesekid, and his armored infantry.

Vesekid lowered his head, several arrows whizzed past the top of his helmet, and flew into the eloquent team behind him.

"Warriors of Cintra, attack! Attack!" Vesekid's resonant voice was like the roar of a lion. "Crush the offal of the south, crush them!"

The horn is stirring!

The two huge teams wearing chain mail shirts and wielding swords are like two rivers rushing down from the mountain, converging and colliding.

The soldiers looked fierce and desperate like crazy.Deafening shouts and commotion erupted all around, and the reflection of swords flickered in front of my eyes.

A black-armored soldier roared, with bruised veins on his face and a trembling round helmet on his head. He slashed a sword from top to bottom, and the tip of the sword cut the neck of the Sintra infantry who rushed forward.

He clutched his neck and wailed, but he didn't fall down. Before the pain sent him away, he fiercely threw himself into the arms of the black armored soldier.

Hugged with him, and during the scuffle, a dagger pierced into his eye socket.

The gushing blood made the three lions on the chest of the soldiers glisten on the blue background.

The two ferocious-looking mortal enemies hugged each other and swallowed their breath. The two pairs of eyes glaring at each other never closed.

In the fiery battlefield, countless dead souls are born every second, and hundreds of locations repeat the same death.

……

On the other side of the hillside, the cavalry of the Black Armored Army, who were trying to go around in vain, were fighting with the Sintra infantry...

"Attack, kill! Kill those sons of bitches!"

"One direction! One step! Keep the queue tight and move as a group!" John Tanaris hissed, "Kneel in the front row, stand in the back row, and stick the spear handles into the mud!"

The commander from Vizima looked around.

Beside the Manada Valley, the flames of war were raging, scorching like the sun.

In the field of vision, Nilfgaard's huge cavalry is like a cloud of cumulonimbus... But the phalanx formed by the Sintra infantry is standing upright, at the same pace, in a dense formation, with shields on shields.

Behind him, a row of spears and halberds protruded from the shield gap, like a spiked hedgehog, poking at the charging Nilfgaardian cavalry.

Charge again and again, like dark waves beating the rocks swiftly and violently.

A Nilfgaardian rider wearing a winged helmet and a silver sun wheel embroidered on his cloak broke through the shield wall and stood up on his stirrups. A mace hit the head of a soldier who was holding out a spear, and the soldier fell. , Immediately stretched out a long sword in the phalanx to sweep horizontally, and the Nilfgaardian's head fell to the ground!

But the enemies below the hillside swept in like a black river, unstoppable.

……

Commander Si looked solemn.

Nilfgaard's army came too suddenly, quietly left the Amer Pass, and marched northward, and the warriors of Ihrenwald did not seem to be able to ignite the forest area, which made everything too hasty, Mana The fortifications of the Da Valley had only just started before being forced to abandon.

Only the long and narrow trenches dug at the mouth of the valley to divide the battlefield slightly weakened Nilfgaard's sharp cavalry, making it impossible for Nilfgaard's cavalry and infantry to complete the encirclement of the Sintra army.

But other preparations, stones thrown from the side of the valley, did not have much effect.

There are a considerable number of spellcasters in the Nilfgaardian army.

They used the surging magic power to weave a solid magic shield, and solved Cintra's first attack.

Under the cover of Nilfgaardian infantry, the group of warlocks unleashed hail, fireballs, lightning, and strong winds on their own army!

There was only one female sorceress on Sintra's side, which was useless at all. The Sintra army suffered a lot of casualties because of this, until several teams of crossbowmen equipped with anti-magic metal arrows were separated and kept shooting at the mage. Forcing them to withdraw from the casting distance!

Even so, until now, those nasty mages are still harassing from time to time, causing great trouble to Cintra.

……

Beside the valley, King Ester of Cintra leaped on his horse and chopped off the head of a single Nilfgaardian cavalryman with a single blow.

He had all his beard and hair, raised his head to the sky and screamed, and swung his sword angrily behind the cavalry. He wanted to enter the Taniguchi and charge bloody with his brothers on the battlefield.

Now they can only hide behind and give orders!

"Your Majesty... please don't rush in!" Captain Kenneth wiped off the blood and sweat from his face, "You must be safe and sound. To Cintra, your life is too precious!"

"East, everyone has their own mission...and you are the brain of the army," Calanthe said, no longer as graceful and luxurious as before, to be precise, he was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment—his face was wet with sweat, his hair It was wet and sticky to the forehead.

Her skin is greasy and she looks a little old, the nasolabial folds between the bridge of her nose are prominent, her face is covered with dust, coupled with her heroic men's clothing, she looks like a thin man.

She looked far and wide and scanned the entire battlefield.

The earth was dyed red, and amidst the screams of killing, the soldiers of Sintra went forward to the flesh and blood mill, and fell one by one.

Her eyes were flushed.

The Sintra army of more than 1 people and the Nilfgaardian army of more than 5000 people fought from early morning to noon.

The son of Sintra is not afraid of death, and he used the special terrain of the Manada Valley to barely match the enemy!

Corpses are everywhere!

More than 8000 people have been seriously injured and killed on both sides, and Nilfgaard has a slight advantage.

However, this only looks evenly matched.

Sintra has lost more than one-third of its troops, and the speed of replenishment has slowed down visibly.

And Nilfgaard's soldiers seem to be endless, which can only prove one situation-not far behind the 5000 people, there are more support.

"It seems that the demon hunter's words cannot be taken seriously. Nilfgaard's attack time has been advanced by half a year." A trace of sadness appeared on her face, "Is this the destiny?"

Otherwise, when they are fully prepared, they may really be able to stop the Nilfgaardians.

In the current situation, defeat is only a matter of time.

Even if one day later, the Skellige fleet successfully landed to join the war, they could only help them guard the city gate!

"If you want Cintra to perish, Nilfgaard must pay a terrible price!"

……

"Huh—" Triss Merigold was wearing a very conservative hunting suit with a tightly sealed neckline, covering her graceful body tightly.

Cornflower blue eyes looked back and forth eagerly, scanning the entire battlefield.

A team of shield guards guarded her firmly, and a team of crossbowmen followed her delicately and shot in the direction she pointed, where the warlocks of Nilfgaard were hiding.

They were as cunning as a pack of wolves, either camouflaged in a dense army of soldiers, or blessed with invisibility and lightness techniques, and walked quickly like oil on the soles of their feet.

Take the opportunity to throw flames at Cintra's army.

Only Triss has the ability to see through!

"Swish, whoosh—" She heard the vibration of the bowstring again, the whistling sound of the arrow, and the muffled sound of the arrow hitting the shield.

……

She was gasping for breath, sweat slid down her smooth cheeks and chin, her eyes were wide open, her lips and chest were trembling, her pretty face was exhausted, not only her spirit but also her body.

She has never been so tired and nervous, sweating profusely, her heart seems to be jumping out of her chest every second,

There is a trace of regret in my heart!

I'm going to die right?Died in the stream of arrows.

She shook her head, gritted her silver teeth stubbornly, and supported her limp body.

Suddenly, a strange figure flew past her eyes, as fast as lightning!

If you don't pay attention, you can only see vague gray shadows.

He didn't look like a warlock or a soldier, but his back somehow made her feel familiar—the man was swimming dangerously at the edge of the infantry phalanx of the Black Armored Army on the opposite side, with a hood over his head and a gray silent cloak, blowing in the wind behind him. Floating like dragon wings.

Who is that?

Chapter 26 Walking

"Whoosh-"

Gu Weixier swung through the air, knocking an incoming arrow into the air.

In an instant, four Nilfgaardian soldiers separated from the black tide and attacked Roy. The swords they waved and the sun wheel pattern on the black armor on their chests reflected golden light.

Roy ignored it, and stood up from the ground, like a gecko swimming on a wall, stepping on the side wall of the valley, and circling along the edge of the battlefield where the two armies were facing each other.

Whizzing--

A few crossbow arrows fell behind him, shattered the wall, and the gravel rolled down, but didn't even touch a single hair of his hair.

Roy, who was galloping against the wall, touched his chest to bless the golden amulet of light body technique, and looked around the battlefield.

The black and blue armies, like two behemoths occupying the mouth of the valley, fought fiercely for the control of the entire valley, leaving countless blood and corpses every time they collided.

……

Everything happened so suddenly that he couldn't predict whether it was because of his own series of interventions and "spoilers" that the battle of Manada started half a year earlier.

The plans of the Witcher Brotherhood have been completely disrupted.

Geralt alone rushed to the city of Sintra, which had not been affected by the war, to bring Ciri back.

But he could only take the life-saving talisman made of coral, and accompanied Jielong into the battlefield of Manada in a hurry, and searched for Elan separately.

……

"Huh..." He slid off the side wall, stepped on the wet grass and pools of blood, and gasped heavily.

Immediately, several pairs of bloodshot pupils locked on him from afar.

Several Cintra soldiers and Nilfgaard soldiers with swords all noticed the uninvited guest on the battlefield——

He was wearing a tight gray cloak, his forehead was covered by a huge black hood, and he even used a black mask to cover most of his face, revealing only a pair of vertical pupils that shone with strange light!

Dress up sneakily, hide your head and show your tail, and you will be ignored if you don't pay attention.

A black-armored soldier suddenly rushed out of the Nilfgaardian army formation, with the long swords in both hands raised high above his head, and thunderously slashed at him.

Roy raised his eyebrows, but stopped running away, and took three ghostly steps forward, turning his body half a circle to avoid the attack.

A swift white light flashed across.

No one of the soldiers saw his movements clearly, and the black armored soldier fell on his back without saying a word, with one eye wet and black under the slit of his helmet.

"Shh-"

Roy rushed to the No. 2 soldier who was alone, and Gu Weiheer made a thrust. The latter's long sword blocked in front of him, but it missed, and a gap was split in his neck.

No.3 The Nilfgaardian soldier slashed his shoulder, but he was kicked in the chest, and his body flew out, hitting his companions rushing from behind, and then rebounded and fell to the ground, splashing blood on the black and hard armor.

Before the witcher could catch his breath,

No. 4, No. 5... No. 8, five consecutive soldiers in full armor brandished long swords and maces to overthrow and saturate him.

Roy rotated his body like a top, dancing lightly, surrounded by the shadow of swords and swords and the sound of sharp blades piercing the air,

The Kun En seal on the body surface shattered in almost a second.

A few pools of blood soaked from under the cloak.

But his movements remained unchanged.

Goweser refracted the dazzling sunlight, composing a song of blood that was as light as a feather and stopped in an instant.

The two black-armored soldiers retreated backwards, covering the horrific wounds under the broken armor, and knelt forward, their heads drooping, and the young faces under the flying wing helmets were stained red with blood.

In the next second, the remaining three black armor soldiers were stabbed in the neck and chin, and fell into a pool of blood, curled up like a wild dog, and the blood sprayed from the main artery to Roy's calf and knee.

“击杀尼弗迦德士兵*8，经验值+160，猎魔人Lv10（1400/8500）”

"Huh..." Roy shook his wrist to shake off the flesh and blood on the steel sword, arched his back and panted heavily.

There is a huge difference between soldiers on the battlefield and ordinary swordsmen. They only attack but not defend like madmen. They act purely based on killing instinct, and they are protected by armor. .