Chapter 621: 623 scars

Chapter 621: 623 scars

Chapter 621 623. Scar

At the end of it all, Lan and even Stuart, an ordinary person, felt that it was a bit difficult.

He stood at the exit of the mountain col and took out the [North Wind] bomb that was filled with magic power by the archmage from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

Just throwing one in, this ordinary Nilfgaardian soldier spent hundreds of manpower unable to extinguish the flaming fence.

The flames seemed to be suppressed by the cold air for a moment.

The hot air becomes cooler.

The Duke of Adal, who was pushed into the pile of dead bodies by Lan En and entangled with the corpses, watched this scene with splitting eyes.

Why. Why was it that the wildfire that destroyed his entire division and his tyrannical troops could not act as a hindrance to a mere demon hunter? ! Why? !This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

His eyes were red as if he wanted to eat someone, and his hands and one foot that could still move were lying down and moving desperately in the messy pile of corpses.

What is left in my eyes is a little bit of coolness and an exit in the vast fire.

However, just after the tall figure who had opened a way out walked out, he threw another small ball behind him.

Hence, the flames that had been temporarily suppressed by the cold air roared back to life with a bang.

Right in front of Adal, just before he was about to crawl into the way to survive.

One [North Wind] is used to go out, and one [Dragon Dream] is used to close the door.

For the Nilfgaardians, Lan En could actually leave at any time after the fire that destroyed their entire division.

The reason why he stayed inside with the Nilfgaardians was just to prevent the Nilfgaardians inside from using any special methods.

For example, sending a signal to a warlock in the distance to open a portal or something.

Of course, of course, only the noblest group of people can benefit from this high-end and lavish action. After all, even for a great mage like Tissaya, her portal cannot open too far, nor can it be maintained too large, or for too long.

And the noble Duke Adal Aip Darcy is undoubtedly the most powerful and wealthy person in the Nilfgaard Empire. The warlocks in the empire might even want to be the dogs of the Darcy family.

But Lan En must kill these 'noble people' who started the war, and he doesn't care much about the other ordinary Nilfgaard soldiers.

Its not as hard as you. You did a lot of trouble today.

This is not just a big deal! Dandelion shouted dissatisfied, objecting to Geralts understatement.

"This will be an epic! One man versus one legion! Never before! Except for those madman-like warlocks who kill indiscriminately, such as Arzu and his infamous [Double Cross Star], no one has ever done it. !

The poet's old friend Geralt, as well as his new friends, seemed to be indifferent to his words and just curled their lips.

Whats wrong with Xili?

Lan En pinched the little girl's chin with his palm, turned her head that had turned away out of embarrassment, and looked at the scar.

You may not believe it. No, even though I saw it with my own eyes, I still cant believe it now.

Geralts tone was low and his emotions were complicated. Can't you tell if there is distress in this tone? Guilt? still.

"She was alone for a while just now. The burned woods became a mess, and she would lose sight if she was not careful. When I found her again, she actually killed a Nilfgaard with the sword that Gede had replaced. Deren, although the man was already unconscious from the burns. But it still left a scar on her."

"Isn't this ugly?" Ciri lowered her eyes under Lan En's gaze and whispered with a grin.

No, this is very brave, and it will have a lot of personality after it heals properly. At least its more personality than those narcotic powder tattoos on the street.

Hiri looked up at Lan En in surprise.

The witcher, who works part-time as a researcher in the Magic Academy project, continued.

And if you want, you can come find me, this scar is nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Shirley turned her head. Her face, which was tense because of the injury, had softened under Lan En's comfort, but after an instant, her face became even more ugly.

Stewart.

The little girl looked at the young knight whose entire left ribs were dented and his spine was bent due to lack of support, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

"he"

He will be fine. Lan En said firmly.

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