Chapter 1442 1414 Efficient Hunting

Chapter 1442 1414. Efficient Hunting

The kitten was wearing the same bone-white kitten armor that he had forged with Smaug last time.

It ran on all fours with a clanking sound.

The Redanian soldiers who were heading to Loshar Palace and preparing to leave the island of Thanedd only saw a shadow of bone-white, white, black and yellow, and the kitten jumped up directly!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The fluff ball made many consecutive leaps on the steps with a huge height difference, and sometimes stepped on the shoulders and helmets of the Redanian soldiers who were blocking the steps.

But the people who were stepped on only felt that only the weight of a cat was borrowing from them.

The fluff ball's [Light Body Technique] was better than Lan En's.

The last tiger-like pounce, the fluff ball and Lan En's bone-white armor collided, but neither of them cared.

The calico kitten was already hanging on Lan's shoulder.

Dijkstra had just seen what it was, and his brain was still processing information.

But the fluff ball had already spoken anxiously!

"Boss, you are right, meow! There are people outside who are going to hit the island from the sea!"

"They look so aggressive, you don't have to recognize them! Qilin is going to use thunder to destroy their ship, meow! But"

Ailu cat was in a hurry to report the situation to Lan and explain the whole story.

Dijkstra blinked his eyes, he looked at the fluff ball, thinking, is this the kitten mentioned in the intelligence?

The agile skills just now, if he really started to fight, such a fast speed and flexibility are not a joke.

And "Qilin"?

Can summon thunder. Is it the name of a [Druid Sky Controller]?

It's a person who appeared next to [Hunter] and was involved, but they didn't know it at all.

The spy chief was calmly compiling this information in his mind as if it was an instinctive habit.

But suddenly, a large shadow covered the dim light of the early morning, which was already dark due to the dark clouds of the Kirin's summoning thunder!

Flannel Ball hadn't finished speaking yet, but Lan En had already seen it.

A large ship flew directly from the sea under the island of Thanedd!

The outside of the ship was wrapped in a transparent spherical protective shield that flashed with magical light, and the seawater hanging on the protective shield still had arc sparks!

In the dumbfounded expressions of Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers, the merchant ship, which was about the same size as the Svenlin they had boarded, crashed directly into the vicinity of the tower of the Gastang Palace under the control of some force!

Loud noises and flying sand and rocks!

Even though they had already reached the middle layer of the island of Thanedd, the rolling and broken reefs still made ordinary people feel terrified!

The soldiers subconsciously put the limited shields on their heads.

They were carrying out a secret capture mission, so naturally they didn't have many shields in their equipment, which were suitable for direct confrontation.

The gravel fell from the top of the shaking reef island with a ping-pong sound. Even with the shields on their heads, the soldiers could only roar and scream to release their fear.

Those who didn't even have shields could only curl up subconsciously or find a sheltered place to hide.

Fist-sized stones rolled down from the mountain, and when they hit the thick shin armor, they could make deep dents with a "bang".

By the way, the shin bones of the soldiers under the shin armor were broken.

Wailing and screaming spread all over the island of Thanedd!

All the luxury and debauchery, the hospitality atmosphere that Thaneddd had created since last night for the welcome dinner of the wizard summit, disappeared like dewdrops in the sun after this moment.

This is still a huge reef on the seashore, and it is still one of the two major academies of wizards.

But after this moment, the bloody smell mixed with iron and fire has spread uncontrollably!

Different from the wailing and screaming, the shouts and war cries burst out from the point where the big ship hits the island of Thaned.

"Dh' oine!"

The intermittent sound from the fishy and cold sea breeze is the ancient language, which means "human".

And it is not difficult to understand the identity of the person who shouted this.

"Squirrel Party!" Dixie's face full of flesh sank, "Francesca! This elf bitch!"

He actually didn't understand the ancient language, but just understanding this word was enough.

And Lan En, who had just used the [Alder Seal] to blow away many of the fallen stones, also put down his left hand that was stretched forward with the hand seal.

In a very short time, he looked up again with an ambiguous expression at the tower, which had already burned even the stones and turned into a red and shiny liquid, almost like the candles on a birthday cake.

The change in his eyes was completed in an instant.

When the flannel ball that also flew out and helped others to block many stones with a [Thundercat Sword] fell on his shoulder again, his eyes had completely calmed down.

"I knew it a long time ago," the young demon hunter murmured in a low voice with a little helplessness, "what they keep talking about [Forbidden Magic Circle] is just setting a flag."

"My lord! My lord the Duke!" Dijkstra was now in a mess, and there was lime from the broken stones on the edge of his mouth where he had just drunk water.

Although the rockfall had subsided for the time being, he still subconsciously arched his fat and strong body, ran to Lan En, and said with hatred.

"There must be remnants of traitors among the warlocks who have not been caught! Now the Squirrel Party has also been brought in! The ship is about the same size as ours. If we squeeze in, at least two hundred Squirrel Party can be put in!"

He looked serious, as if he immediately realized the problem of the big ship.

"The Squirrel Party was sent in now, only to cause the greatest damage! Damage to the northern warlocks! They are best at causing damage after dispersing!"

The Squirrel Party, these non-human races that exist in the form of guerrillas, have a big characteristic. Kill anyone you see, and the more involved, the better.

Just like Iorveth revealed his thoughts to Lan En at the beginning.

Most of the non-human races have actually realized that their own race is on the downward path of destruction.

Rather than being a rebellion, their current behavior is more like venting their hatred by finding more people to take the blame when they are self-destructing.

If these people have a bottle of poison, they will not put it into someone's water tank if they can pour it into the village well.

Killing more people is not a waste of poison.

Lan En does not engage in racial criticism and racial discrimination, because extremists in any race are all this kind of scum, and there is no difference at all.

But it is undeniable that: excluding Iorphis and others who have reached a cooperation with Lan En, under normal circumstances, the target of the Squirrel Party is often the most extreme group of non-human races.

So what Dijkstra said is right. Once the Squirrel Party landed on the island of Thanedd, their intentions and style, and the subsequent actions carried out based on this, are all predictable.

But Lan En glanced at Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers who were still terrified and dared to look out from the cover.

"No, you still have to leave Aretuza."

"What?" Dijkstra said in astonishment and anxiety, "Sir! Lan!"

He changed two names in a row to emphasize his tone.

In the end, he forced himself to suppress the fear and impatience in his heart and reluctantly spoke in a negotiating tone.

"I know that with your skills, more than 200 Scoia'tael are not enough to fight you!"

"But this is not a flat, unobstructed, direct confrontation battlefield!"

"The Scoia'tael will not gather to confront you head-on! They just want to disperse and kill more people! Kill more warlocks!"

"After all, you are only one person! You can take care of one side but not the other! Let's clean up the Scoia'tael together!"

"As for the mages, it has come to this point. Even if Ms. Tishaya and Gerhard of Eller are stubborn and reluctant, they should start to act! What other warlocks in the world can match them?"

Dickscher used his analysis and logic to persuade Lan En, and he was really sincere at this time.

Nilfgaard was afraid of the great mages in the north because of the Battle of Sodden Mountain two years ago. Of course, the northerners were not stupid. They cherished the rare advantage they had in front of the Southern Empire.

Although all the wizards who came to the wizard summit were famous wizards in the north, most of them were hedonists, researchers, or speculators who wanted to become politicians.

How many of them could really fight?

Wizards had great destructive power, but when a fight broke out, it was not uncommon for those who were inexperienced and could not concentrate to be shot down by an arrow in the first place.

The Squirrel Party was particularly good at sneak attacks and surprise attacks.

And Dijkstra had known from Philippa Eilhart that it was because of the real highest tower on the island of Thanedd - Tor Laura.

The chaotic portals in that tower would distort the teleportation magic of the entire area, and wizards did not even dare to teleport, otherwise it would be no different from suicide.

If you want to get out of the range of influence, you have to go down to the distance of Loshar Palace at least!

If this continues for a while, I really don’t know how many wizards on the island of Thanedd will die!

But the situation changed in a flash, from the previous moment 'the matter has been basically completed, only the details remain' to now 'the forbidden magic circle suddenly failed, and someone smashed a sea merchant ship's Squirrel Party down! ', it has already rushed to this point.

Lan En did not adopt Dijkstra's advice and let these Redanian soldiers go back to Aretusa to fight against those scattered, chaotic and killing Squirrel Party.

"Let's go, Dijkstra."

He just said this, and the spy chief saw him pat the head of the cat man on his shoulder, and then rubbed a ring on his hand.

"For your own good, now, take them away."

So, the spy chief, who had a vague premonition, said no more, he just looked at the upper end of the reef island with a worried look, then retreated cautiously, leading his frightened soldiers away.

Just before Dijkstra led his men away, the war cries and screams began to sound in the flashy and towering Aretusa.

The two battles were roughly the same, both gloomy and distant, like the sound of bells in the rain and fog, ringing in Aretusa.

A faint green light appeared abnormally in the early morning dawn.

An old hunter who was not tall, wearing a khaki leather coat and a tricorn hat, holding a meat saw in one hand and a hunter's musket in the other, appeared first, moving his shoulders.

Following closely was an old hunter wearing a crow mask and a bird feather cloak.

"You are really busy." Henrik said sullenly under the mask. "You are in trouble again so soon."

"But the scenery here is nice." Crow Hunter Irene turned to the direction of the sea, "Is it dawn? Or dusk? I really can't get tired of the sun."

Lan En shook his head: "Now is not the time to chat, Henrik, Irene. I need to conduct an efficient hunt."

"Efficient. Hunt?"

The two old hunters from Yharnam tilted their heads to look at each other, and then nodded indifferently.