Chapter 631: 633 Cognitive Error

Chapter 631: 633 Cognitive Error

Chapter 631 633. Cognitive Error

This is not right! Why are we encountering this kind of attack!

In the convoy, the commander who was still dazed was pulled down by the warlock beside him, holding his helmet and yelling in a hurry.

On the battlefield, no matter how powerful an attack is, there should be traces to follow.

This is based on a logic.

If you want to launch a powerful attack, you must be well prepared.

If you're going to launch a crossbow, shipping and assembly can't be silent.

There will always be traces left in this process, and if your enemy is really qualified and has the strength to compete with you, then he will not know that you already have a powerful war machine, and at least he will notice clues. .

Furthermore, he will also make tactical adjustments, or simply bring up a war machine to bombard him.

In the same way, if the other party finds an archmage on the battlefield, then this archmage must have interpersonal contacts and interests with the other party, and will have disappeared recently.

Therefore, the enemy will immediately start to take this archmage into consideration in combat factors based on the reaction of its own intelligence system.

But here, no one told him that there would be a bed crossbow in the woods!

A battle that is completely unforeseen and uninvestigated is the most terrifying nightmare for any commander.

So, after a total of ten crossbow arrows were fired, the situation was as expected by the Nilfgaard headquarters.

A terrifying enemy that cuts through the air like a black shadow due to its super-fast action efficiency.

Then, when the first heavy infantry line was completely unorganized, they rushed into their ranks.

The violent and efficient killing efficiency appeared naked in front of everyone in broad daylight.

That tall figure, as well as the terrifying sword in his hand, can sputter out a "wave of blood" in the literal sense with every slash.

There is no complex architectural environment, and a straight road allows Lan En's movement to become a straight-line kill.

So it was faster than the previous times, with 700 people, the collapse only took ten minutes.

Then a small group of closely coordinated troops rushed out of the woods under the leadership of Lincoln.

Their quality is generally very high. After all, they are the last remaining established officers and soldiers in Sintra.

Under the leadership of Lan En, they experienced wave after wave of victories that they had never imagined.

Victories will give people confidence, and these victories are not something that just anyone can pick up safely by following Lan En.

Beside the commander, a man on horseback raised his arm and gritted his teeth with difficulty.

While maintaining the magic shield, a scorching fireball was fired towards Lan En's side.

The witcher's cat eyes were slightly tilted, and he kicked his toes on the ground. He kicked a dead Nilfgaardian corpse into the air, just in time to meet the fireball.

With a 'boom' sound, the solid armor and the still warm flesh inside the armor instantly exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, splashing out.

Lan En was very close to the explosion point, and his tall body was blown away by a shock wave.

But before the commander's face showed the expression of surviving a disaster.

Lan En, who had not yet landed in mid-air, was already tapping the soles of his feet on the ground. Just like a sports car that doesn't slow down even when turning, it rushes towards me again with a 'pop' sound!

With a sense of oppression that makes it difficult to breathe.

The [turbid current] sword held in front of him broke the upper limit of the magic shield with the pressure of the forward thrust. The black and heavy sword tip was nailed into the commander's chest, and many bones made sounds under the armor. The crisp sound of breaking.

After instantly dispatching the commander, Lan En barely paused. His figure turned at an acute angle and headed straight for the warlock.

Seeing that the person he wanted to protect would not survive, the warlock quickly threw down another fireball and blew Lan En away with another shock wave.

Then he wrapped his mount in the wind and ran away at an extremely fast speed.

It wasn't until he left that Lincoln, who had already cleared the battlefield, walked over to Lan En, who was swept away by the shock wave of the fireball.

Looking at the witcher lying on the ground, the half-grown boy scratched his cheek.

Sir, that guy has gone far.

"oh."

Lan En, who originally seemed to be overwhelmed when facing the warlock and was repeatedly suppressed, but finally broke through the defense with brute force, now stood up from the ground.

He patted the non-existent dust on his grandmaster-level armor, but he didn't look embarrassed at all by the two fireballs.

"Isn't your performance a little too exaggerated?" Lincoln said carefully. "Can they believe it?"

"Of course they will believe it, because it is logical from beginning to end, right? Moreover, they now want to believe from the bottom of their hearts that 'warlocks are useful when facing me.' Who would want to face an enemy that they can't handle? ?

Lan En twisted his neck and looked at the warlock who had already run out of sight.

"This is human laziness. When the situation is favorable to oneself, it is very painful to think about the unfavorable possibilities. Just in time, I also need to make them believe that 'the warlock can deal with it, at least deal with me'."

Lane smiled down at Lincoln.

This cognitive error will be useful later.

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