The Divine Hunter

The sun was extremely strong, illuminating the entire Manada Valley.

The heat wave washed the battlefield divided into two parts - the mouth of the valley, and the flanking hillsides.

Behind Taniguchi's trenches were Sintra's commander, Visekid, and his armored infantry.

Visekid bowed his head, and several arrows whizzed past the top of his helmet, flying into the team behind him.

"Warriors of Sintra, attack! Attack!" Visekid's loud voice was like the roar of a lion, "Crush the southern chops, crush them!"

The horn is surging!

Two huge teams clad in chain armor and wielding swords seemed like two rivers rushing down from the mountain, meeting and colliding.

The soldiers looked fierce and desperate like crazy. There were deafening shouts and commotions around, and the reflection of the sword flashed in front of my eyes.

A black armored soldier roared, his face was blushing, his round helmet trembled, and he slashed a sword from top to bottom.

He clutched his neck and wailed, but did not fall down. Before the pain sent him away, he fiercely plunged into the arms of the black armored soldier.

I hugged him in a ball, and in the scuffle, a short sword poked into his eye socket.

The gushing blood poured on the soldier's chest with the three lions emblem on a blue background gleaming.

The two hideous-looking enemies hugged each other and swallowed, and the two pairs of eyes glaring at each other never closed.

In the fiercely burning battlefield, countless dead souls are born every second, and hundreds of places are replayed and perished together.

...

On the other side of the hillside, the Black Armored cavalry trying to get around is fighting with the Sintra infantry...

"Attack, kill! Kill those bastards!"

"In the same direction! In the same pace! Keep the queue tight and act in groups!" John Tanaris hissed. "Kneel down in the front row, stand in the back row, and stick the spear handle in the dirt!"

The commander from Vizima looked around.

By the Manada Valley,

The flames of war are raging, burning like the sun.

In the field of vision, the cavalry of Nilfgaard was like a cloud of cumulonimbus... But the phalanx of Sintra infantry stood tenaciously, with the same pace, dense formation, and shields against shields.

Behind him, a row of spears and halberds emerged from the gaps in the shields, like hedgehogs covered with spikes, poking at the charging Nilfgaardian cavalry.

Charge after charge, as if the dark waves slammed against the reef.

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

But the enemy under 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 north, and the warriors of Irunwald did not seem to be able to ignite the woods, which made everything too hasty, Mana The fortifications of the Da Valley had just begun to be abandoned.

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

But other preparations, the 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 strong magic shield to solve Sintra's first strike.

The group of warlocks were also under the cover of Nilfgaardian infantry and unleashed hail, fireballs, lightning, and gusts of wind at their own troops!

There was only one sorceress on Cintra's side, and it didn't help at all. The Sintra army suffered a lot of casualties. It was not until a group of catapults equipped with anti-magic metal arrows were divided to shoot at the mage. Forcing them to withdraw from the casting distance!

Even so, until now, the group of hateful mages are still harassing from time to time, causing great trouble to Sintra.

...

Beside the valley, the king of Sintra, Ist, leaped on his horse and chopped off the head of a single Nilfgaardian cavalry with a sword.

With his hair and beard stretched out, he screamed in the sky and swung his sword angrily behind the cavalry. He wanted to enter Taniguchi and charge in blood with his brothers on the battlefield.

Now they can only hide behind and give orders!

"Your Majesty... Please don't come in!" Captain Kenneth wiped the blood and sweat from his face, "You must be safe and sound, your life is too precious to Sintra!"

"East, everyone has their own mission... and you are the brain of the army," Calanthe was no longer as graceful as he used to be, to be exact, he was more embarrassed than ever - his whole face was wet with sweat and his hair was wet Dada sticks to the forehead.

The oily skin looks a little old, the nasolabial lines between the bridge of the nose are prominent, and the face is full of dust, plus a heroic men's clothing, she looks like a thin man.

She glanced over the entire battlefield.

The earth was dyed red, and amid the thunderous cries of killing, Sintra soldiers went one after another to the grinding disc of flesh and blood, falling one by one.

Her eyes were red.

The Sintra army of more than 12,000 people and the Nilfgaardian army of more than 25,000 people fought from early morning to noon.

Sintra's men are not afraid of death, and use the special terrain of the Manada Valley to barely compete with the enemy!

Corpses are everywhere!

More than 8,000 people have been seriously injured and killed on both sides, and Nilfgaard has a slight advantage.

However, this only appears to be 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 25,000 people, there are more support.

"It seems that the witcher's words can't be taken seriously. Nilfgaard's attack time is actually half a year earlier." A trace of sadness appeared on her face, "Is this the destiny?"

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

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

Even if the Skellige fleet successfully landed and joined the war a day later, they could only help them guard the city gate!

"If you want Sintra to die, Nilfgaard must pay a heavy price!"

...

"Huh—" Triss Merigold was wearing a very conservative hunting outfit, with a tight neckline, and her graceful body was tightly covered.

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

A team of shield guards guarded her firmly, and a team of catapults followed her tenderness and shot in the direction she pointed, where Nilfgaard's warlocks were hidden.

They are as cunning as wolves, or they are disguised in a dense army of soldiers, or they are blessed with invisibility and lightening techniques, and they travel as fast as oil on the soles of their feet.

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

Only Triss has the ability to see through it!

"Whoosh 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 gasped, sweat dripping down her clean cheeks and chin, her eyes widened, her lips trembling in her chest, and her pretty face was exhausted, not only mentally, but also physically.

She had never been so tired and nervous, sweating like a spring, and her heart seemed to pop out of her chest every second.

There is a hint of regret in my heart!

Am I going to die? Died in the stream of arrows.

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

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

If you don't pay attention, you can only see a faint gray shadow.

He didn't look like a warlock or a soldier, but his back was inexplicably familiar to her—the man was roaming dangerously at the edge of the black armored infantry phalanx on the opposite side, with a hood covering his head and a gray silent cloak, following the wind behind him. Floating like dragon wings.

Who is that?