"Back off, Marquis!"
Geralt A cold voice came from his throat.
Without looking at Luitpold, he pushed forward through the crowd and came to Vesemir's side.
The two of them entered the mist with tall and straight postures and firm steps.
A suppressed roar sounded in the mist, and the flickering sword light could be faintly seen.
The entire Luitpold camp fell into deathly silence.
Suddenly, a violent wave of magic spread from behind them.
"Woo!"
The commander blew the horn.
A fierce gust of wind rose from the ground, pulling the flag of Luitpold straight and making a hunting sound.
The fog was quickly blown away, and several firefly-like light spots scattered in all directions, illuminating the entire field of view of the Crow Ridge lawn.
Ms. Freyja worked her magic.
Under the cold moonlight, the corpses of Grafiakan knights and retinues were everywhere.
Tragic!
Extremely tragic!
Broken guns and broken halberds, dead horses and flags, blood soaked in the soil, like a black asphalt road in the moonlight.
Grafiakan's knights were divided into small groups, and those retinues were almost completely wiped out.
A knight was unfortunately in the middle of the battlefield. His young face looked left and right, and when he saw the corpses on the ground, there was panic in his eyes.
The war horse neighed under his legs and his whole body was shaking. He was obviously very frightened.
At this moment, a humanoid demon stared at him. Although it was wearing plate armor, its body burst out with extraordinary speed, which was comparable to flying close to the ground.
"Chi!"
The hands wearing gauntlets tore open the horse's belly, blood and flesh splattered, and intestines flowed everywhere.
Under the whine, the Grafiakan knight fell to the ground. Seeing the bloodthirsty demon, his brain went completely blank.
In the flash of lightning, a pair of amber cat eyes suddenly lit up from behind the golem.
The man was tall and burly, not much thinner than the golem. He raised his arms high and his sword cut through the moonlight.
"Buzz!"
The silver light fell, and a heart-wrenching sound of air cutting exploded.
The sword blade followed the gap in the golem's neck armor with great precision and cut deeply into it.
The blood rushed to the sky like a fountain.
The head of the golem wearing the Grafiakan Family helmet spun several times in mid-air before falling heavily to the ground.
The brown-haired demon hunter turned his back and left only one sentence.
"Hide quickly."
Grafiakan Knight came to his senses and stood up in a hurry.
"Thank you----Thank you----"
After thanking him incoherently, he hurried towards the nearby knights.
Several golems fell.
The remaining golems seemed to have received the order and raised their heads one after another, staring at the demon hunter on the field with their dead eyes.
"Roar!"
Roaring sounds followed one after another, and the sound of metal armor rubbing against each other continued as they charged towards the demon hunter.
"Witchers, gather! These beasts are targeting us!"
Vesemir shouted, raised his hand and used Aard Sign, forcing a demon statue back, and then accurately chopped off the demon statue's head with a sword.
Six people, Geralt and Eskel, quickly gathered towards Vesemir.
Aard, Yrden, Igni, Quen, Axii Sign were released one after another in the hands of seven people, and the colorful Signs flashed alternately.
The crazy golem kept attacking the seven people.
Quen Sign is broken layer by layer and lit up layer by layer.
The situation became stalemate.
Phoenix Knight Commander looked at this scene and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.
He turned his head suddenly and faced Marquis Luitpold, his own light sinking.
"Your Majesty, Lord Marquis, give us an order. The honor of knights does not allow us to stay in the rear, let alone see our companions in danger."
Luitpold Marquis came back to his senses, looked at the white-haired figure surrounded by demons, and quickly made a decision.
As the Marquis of Kaedwen who opened up the frontier, he has not yet lost the courage to draw his sword.
He snatched the horse from the knight beside him, pulled out the knight's sword from his waist, and roared loudly.
"For Kaedwen! For Upper March! Soldiers! Forward!"
Phoenix The knight commander also quickly rode on his horse, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, came to the front of the knights, and held the hilt of his sword with both hands.
"Knights, charge!"
Horse hooves trampled the lawn, dust flew into the sky, and the knights made of steel sprinted towards the golem.
Without the obstruction of the fog, this violent knights finally displayed their due power.
With the power of the galloping horses, the spear thrust out, and with just one charge, a gap was created among the golems.
There were sporadic pieces of flesh and blood on the cold spear tip, and dirty blood was scattered all the way.
The pressure on the witcher dropped dramatically.
Vesemir saw that the time had come and shouted, "Demon hunter! Kill these monsters!"
The seven people rushed out like ghosts, the sword light continued to fall, and the formation of the golem was completely torn apart.
The knights of Grafiakan also saw the situation clearly, their eyes were ferocious, they roared with revenge, and they launched an offensive together.
Less than half an hourglass.
The last golem fell under the sword of Vesemir.
The battlefield was completely quiet, with only wreckage and broken arms everywhere.
"Oh, these damn sons of bitches! We win! A million wins!"
Someone shouted, and the knights and soldiers of Luitpold raised their weapons and let out cheers like waves.
"Wan Sheng!"
A young knight wearing Grafiakan armor came out and came to the brown-haired demon hunter.
"Demon hunter, thank you for your rescue. I swear by the honor of Grafiakan. Thank you from the bottom of my heart again. My name is Oliver·Grafiakan. Please tell me your name."
The brown-haired demon hunter was startled for a moment, then said belatedly, "Eskel."
Oliver performed a knight's salute, "Mr. Eskel, it's an honor to meet you."
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
A rough and urgent voice sounded.
Luitpold Marquis squeezed his way out of the crowd and came to the white-haired Geralt.
He didn't have time to change his pants, and he was no longer as arrogant as before, and his eyes were complicated.
"Geralt, it's hard to imagine that you are willing to save my life.
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Geralt put the sword back into the sheath behind his back and spoke calmly.
"Marquis, no matter who it is, I will never leave it alone."
"No," Marquis Luitpold shook his head and said loudly, "This is different! You had many reasons. You could have chosen to stand by and let the golem kill me, but you still chose to save me."
Geralt said with a hint of sarcasm, "Maybe this is what the adults just said, the right choice?"
The Marquis shook his head helplessly and did not get angry.
"Witchers, you should change the way you speak. At least, don't speak with thorns."
He performed aristocratic courtesies.
"I have always been clear about grudges. You saved me. I apologize for my previous recklessness and contempt. You deserve my friendship."
The knight commander Phoenix on the side put his right hand on his left chest.
"Demon hunters, I admire your bravery and fearlessness. You are knights with honor."
The knights present dismounted one after another, pounding their right fists on their chests with sincere eyes.
Vesemir's eyes moved. He hadn't experienced this scene in a long time.
This sincere gratitude, without prejudice, has lasted for many years.
Almost forty years----