Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1090 1072.Leave
Lan En didn't say anything and didn't make any excited movements.

He just had a fireball floating above his left hand and was walking towards the orcs who were pressing towards the square's defense line.

But as his footsteps got closer, the heat of the fireball also got closer.
The orc standing at the back suddenly raised his voice and spoke in a rough and harsh tone.

He turned around, his back to the square defense line he had just wanted to rush into. He nervously looked at Lan first, then turned his head to look again, moving quickly, back and forth.

It seemed as if if I had turned my head a little slower, I would have been dead by the time I turned my head.

He spoke in black language very loudly, but no one knew what he said. However, many orcs who were trying to move forward from the back quickly turned around and looked at Lan En who was approaching.

They seemed to be afraid to approach Lan En first, but they couldn't break through.

However, many pairs of orcs' eyes were constantly glancing towards the river nearby.

These orcs fought with the square's defenses for more than ten minutes, leaving corpses and blood all over the ground, but their crazy influx never slowed down.

But after Lan En arrived, they began to shrink back.

Even though the battle had only lasted for a dozen minutes, the news that there was a ghost in the town had already been known to almost all the orcs who had entered.

But Lan did not hesitate for even a second because of the enemy's fear.

After walking a certain distance, he clenched his left hand and extinguished the fireball floating in his hand.

[Spell: Fireball] is not only lethal, but also has an explosive effect. It would be stupid to use it on a tangled battle line.

He has more reasonable tactical options.

The orcs just breathed a sigh of relief because the fireball disappeared, but then "whoosh~"

The sound of flames gushing out came from the hands that closed and then opened forward.

[Spell: Jet of Fire].

However, unlike the record in the "Onam Spell Book", the original [Jet Flame] is like the advanced knowledge of the [Igni Sign] of the Wolf School witcher, which can produce a continuous stream of flames like a flamethrower.

But now, the orc and human lines are intertwined and squeezed together, and the probability of accidental injuries from the continuous [Flame Jet] is too high.

So Lan just snapped his fingers forward.

There was a "pop".

A short and condensed but controlled stream of flames swept forward.

Just like the initial [Igni Sign].

As Lan En was learning [Spells], he began to speculate whether the fire of spells was closely related to life.

Mentos invested computing power in this direction, and now he can make some simple and limited "small" modifications to the spells he has learned.

This phenomenon undoubtedly proved the correctness of the direction of his conjecture.

The power of spell fire is much greater than normal fire.

The orcs that were burned suddenly burst into sharp screams, and then they could no longer care about anything else and jumped into the waterway next to them, not caring about the effect of their armor.

The pain and fear that fire brings are instinctive.

The orcs had no follow-up pushing force, and the front line, which had almost squeezed in the shield guards, was suddenly pushed back.

Lan En came closer, and his long sword left a cool arc of light in the air. The orcs crowded in front of the line were like onions being peeled layer by layer, becoming thinner and fewer.

Finally, after all the orcs in front of the line were killed, the shield guards swallowed their saliva in a daze, looking up at the tall figure in front of them.

"Please move aside." Lan En said softly.

The guards quickly retreated as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Lan En waved his hand back, and at the corner that he had just blasted with [Spell: Fireball], several townspeople came running over, holding their children or their chickens and ducks.

Lan En didn't walk in until the last person had entered the square's defense line.

"Did you save all these people?" Bud walked forward and suddenly realized, "And the others before? What's the situation outside?"

Who can save people in such a chaotic and dangerous town now? Not many people have this ability.

"I cut off the bridge connecting Long Lake Town to the shore, but don't count on this to stop the orcs. They will not give up in order to kill the dwarves."

Lan's previous words made Bud breathe a sigh of relief, but then he frowned again.

After the witcher briefly explained the situation to Bard, he turned to look at Thorin who was standing aside.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Just when I was about to leave, you came." Thorin sheathed the Beast Bite Sword, which, like the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, could kill without leaving any blood. "Now I'm trying to get Bard to agree to let us leave."

"Heh, it seems Master Bud is now soaring to the sky."

Lan smiled without any malice, causing Bard to shake his head bitterly, and then the witcher's face became serious again.

"We need to get the dwarves out of here quickly, or there will be more casualties! Do you know how many people in the town didn't come to the square because of the bells?" "If the orcs leave one second earlier, more people can survive."

Bard pursed his lips and nodded. If it weren't for the movement of the fireball in Lan's hand, he would have let it go by now.

Immediately, before the next wave of attack from the orcs arrived, Bard shouted loudly.

"Get a boat! The orcs are following the dwarves! The dwarves are willing to leave town and lead them away!"

Upon hearing this, two or three men among the townspeople quickly dropped their weapons and used long poles to hook the boat from the waterway surrounding the square.

"Don't worry." Thorin was excited as he was about to embark on the journey to the Lonely Mountain.

He patted Bard's arm. "We will leave before the orcs, and they will immediately be convinced that we have nothing to do with this town."

"That's better." Bard was still in a bad mood. Although he didn't lose his temper because of his personality, he didn't say anything nice to Thorin.

He just threw down a sentence coldly.

The ball of fluff jumped from the ground to Lan's shoulder and then picked it up again.

Lan scratched the chin of the fluffy ball, and the cat squinted its eyes in enjoyment.

When he first came over, he saw Fili and Bofur chopping orcs with swords, and he knew that Flannel had brought all the people from Bard's family here.

Lan En was very confident in Felyne. Not only did the cat have skills that were taught by him personally, but he also had a lot of alchemical bombs allocated to the fluff ball.

It’s a pity that I didn’t get it a space expansion pack last time I was in Aretuza, otherwise its load capacity would be even greater.

Taking advantage of this time, the townspeople who had long been accustomed to living in Changhu Town easily hooked two boats.

These are small boats used by the townspeople for daily travel. They are not big, but flexible enough and large enough for all the dwarves to sit in.

Thorin stood at the edge of the square, organizing the dwarves to throw supplies and equipment into the boats.

In keeping with the architectural style of Changhu Town, this square actually has a small ferry landing for boats.

The townspeople, whose eyes were shining with joy at Thorin's speech and the treasures of Lonely Mountain just now, now seemed to be hiding from the dwarves, not wanting to have any contact with them and only hoping that they would leave quickly.

Thorin could understand this, but in the flickering firelight, his eye sockets became darker due to fatigue and lack of rest.

The dwarves hurried onto the boat and clumsily manipulated the oars and poles.

This was not only because they were in a hurry to go to Lonely Mountain, but also because they did not want the people of Long Lake Town to be attacked by more orcs.

But when Fili and Oin helped Kili to get on the boat, Thorin, who was standing on the ferry, held down his two nephews.

"There is only one full day left until Durin's Day, and we have that time to cross the lake and then walk a little further overland. You will slow down our march, Kili. You must stay here."

Thorin spoke calmly. In the distance of the waterway, there were wooden houses collapsed due to fire, and the shouting of orcs and humans could be heard.

He deliberately avoided his nephew's incredulous gaze.

"What?" the frail Kili pleaded with great effort. "No, no, no! I must be present when we enter the Hall of the Ancestors! I have heard stories about it since I was born! You know that, Thorin!"

"Under normal circumstances, I would definitely take care of you. I could carry you all the way to the top of the Lonely Mountain. But not now, Kili."

Thorin no longer avoided his nephew's gaze, but instead looked him in the eye to highlight his determination.

"This is the only chance to restore the country as predicted! The entire team has been on the road for a year, just for tomorrow! Look at your legs now, they can't even move!"

Thorin patted Kili's shoulder consolingly as he spoke.

"After we recapture Lonely Mountain, you can stay in the Ancestral Hall as long as you want. Now you can rest here. Do you understand?"

Lan and Flannel Ball also appeared on the small ferry in the square. "You have to move faster, Thorin. The next wave of attack from the orcs won't be long, especially when they know you are here."

The dwarf prince nodded and turned to board the boat.

But Fili, Kili's brother, and Oin and Bofur, who were responsible for taking care of the sick, stayed behind.

Thorin no longer looked back, but stood at the bow and waved forward: "Forward! Let's go!"

The dwarves began to row, and Lan followed along the sidewalk, pointing them in the direction of the town's sluice.

Lan's estimation was correct. The orcs' attack came again within a minute after they left.

But Bud didn't fight as hard as before.

He simply ordered the remaining dwarves to hide themselves, and then deliberately had the shield guards drive the orcs towards the waterway during the battle, and watched with his own eyes as the dwarves rowed away.

As expected, although the orcs have twisted desires for sadism, orders are orders.

Seeing that the top target actually paddled away from here, the humans in this square were completely worthless in the eyes of the orcs.

The evil and filthy black language conveyed the message in the roar, and finally a horn sounded again at the edge of the town.

Bard in the square watched the orcs walking on the roof and turning away. He did not see much happiness on their faces. Instead, they still looked worriedly at the lonely snow-capped mountain in the distance.

(End of this chapter)