Chapter 596: 598 people

Chapter 596: 598 people

Chapter 596 598. Crowds

Thus, all formations, instructions, and orders are no longer important.

A large group of refugees, like a wave, like a school of frightened sardines that exploded their nests, swarmed towards the original direction of the Nilfgaardian army!

This is also what Geralt thinks is the right choice.

The original purpose of their refugee group was to escape from the land of Sintra as soon as possible and escape the ravages of war.

At this time, we should not pay much attention to the Nilfgaardian soldiers who were killing and running rampant in the crowd.

As long as the refugee group is allowed to pass quickly, these are acceptable casualties.

After all, even if these Nilfgaardian rebels were allowed to kill, they wouldn't be able to kill many people, especially when the refugees were all swarming in one direction.

There is still Lan En in that direction. If you give these rebels some courage, they will definitely not dare to get closer.

Even in the swarming waves of refugees, these armored Nilfgaardians might be trampled to death?

However, Geralts eyes still became nervous and startled after Haxos voice sounded.

They should give priority to urging the refugee group to rush over, but

It shouldnt be to break up the formation and charge!

There are more than a thousand people, which is almost the total population of some small cities in the world.

And if these more than a thousand people were a group of people whose lives were threatened and who were only one day away from escaping, how terrifying would their persistence and eagerness to escape be?

In this case, perhaps the Nilfgaardian rebellion was not the most lethal.

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Geralt shouted in vain. Gerd, who had just executed a rebel not far away from him, his face changed drastically at this time, and he suddenly reacted and shouted together with him.

But its useless. Once the eagerness for survival of this group of refugees is aroused, no one can stop them.

Like crazy, armed refugees who have been trained for hours, women who have not been given weapons, old people, children being held by family members.

Rushing out of the woods like a wave!

They consciously bypassed the entangled Nilfgaardian soldiers.

The rebels were already desperate when they saw the crowd of people, but when the refugees avoided them and walked away.

This group of people seemed to have just reacted, and then laughed sarcastically, and then waved their swords without any scruples, killing the refugees who were just trying to escape.

Go, go quickly!

Ged gritted his teeth and forced his way through the crowd to the side of a rebel soldier.

The guy was laughing wildly as he hacked a woman to death. The blood spurted out from the woman's neck and sprayed all over his head and face, like a demon.

Then he turned his head and his helmet was held by Gede's big hand, and then with a 'bang' sound, his neck was broken by the unarmed witcher!

On Geralts side, he had already seen Dandelion stumbling and dragging the little girl along with him.

Although his cherry-red satin clothes have become disfigured in the long life of a refugee, the few pieces of cloth are still bright enough.

But just when Geralt wanted to get closer quickly.

Huha!

A fierce sound of horse hooves came straight towards me!

Regardless of his careless posture, two people were trampled to death, and the strong man on the horse used the rounded ax in his hand to cut off the shoulder of a refugee with a single stroke due to his horse's speed.

In a blink of an eye, Geralt turned sideways and lifted up the steel sword.

According to common sense, the witcher felt that he should be able to use this good sword to cut off the wooden handle of the opponent's axe, and make a hole in his stomach along the way.

Few people can keep up with the reaction speed of a witcher.

But in this passing moment, Geralt was shocked to find that the other party had displayed superb skills that were inconsistent with his appearance!

The ax blade was lifted lightly and just the right amount.

So the Valyrian steel sword of the Wolf faction that could have cut off the handle directly hit the ax blade!

There was an explosion, and after the man slowed down his horse, he walked around Geralt maliciously.

The strong man lifted the ax blade to his eyes and looked at it.

The broad blade of the crescent moon ax has been cut into nearly half by the demon hunter's sword in an instant!

What a fine sword. Not even a scratch on it. Made of Valyrian steel, right?

The refugees screamed and walked around the two of them, and the strong man stared eagerly at the steel sword in Geralt's hand.

"But it's okay, just like what Darkley said. You demon hunters are not all monsters like that Lan En from Cintra."

Its powerful, but its not impossible to fight.

The strong man turned the handle of the ax in his hand. It was a double-edged axe. The undamaged side of the crescent moon ax was turned to the direction of his palm.