Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1177 1159. Possibility

After Aunt Nenneke told Lane what they knew so far, she left alone.

She is the chief high priestess of this temple, and she is usually very busy maintaining the operation of this temple.

But before leaving, the fat grandmother, who was very kind and caring to Lan En, still gave him some worried instructions.

"We still don't know what is in the mist, nor do we know how the mist appeared in the Mahakam Mountains. But one thing is clear, child."

Nenneke's old, deep eyes looked at the shadow under Lan's hood and spoke seriously.

"That thing, with just the traces of brutal and wild destruction, was enough to scare a hunter who had been working in the mountains for decades into insanity. Although the hunter's family was destroyed, which was heartbreaking in itself."

"I have some experience in dealing with this kind of brutal and strange creature." Lan En nodded politely to Nenneke. "But thank you for your information and reminder. I will be extra careful."

"That's for the best."

Nenneke sighed and turned away.

Lan En watched her back, then picked a beautiful, plump marigold from the bushes at the edge of the garden and put it in his mouth to chew.

The flowers in this garden seem to be particularly nutritious.

Whether it is used as medicine or food, the effect must be very good, and it even makes Lan En a little greedy.

Mist.

While chewing the slightly bitter petals with a fresh taste of grass and wood, Lan thought about the key words he got from Nenneke's information.

The demon hunter's first thought and first suspicion is, of course, the so-called "Little Fog Demon".

This is a necrophile creature, which means it will eat anything as long as it's meat.

They are often found in swamps or mountains.

It is roughly a thin human figure with pointed ears and a ferocious head, and its lower abdomen is exposed as if it has been disemboweled.

This monster possesses a natural magical power, namely the ability to manipulate fog.

With this ability, the little mist demon, whose magical powers become more and more powerful as he grows older, can even use magic mist to perform remote projection, change his shape, and transform his voice.

For example, if you suddenly hear a woman or child's harsh cry for help in the wild, experienced traveling merchants and travelers will know that this is not good news.

Most likely, the little fog monster remembered the voice and appearance of the victims before, and used fog to simulate the real thing to lure others over.

Others can make the magical mist they summon have special properties such as corrosive or toxic.

In the mission where Boldon was killed by Lan, they initially thought that the poisonous fog with chaos magic was created by the little fog demon.

Although it was finally proved that it was just a magical fog of unknown cause.

It's no different from the endless curses, magical experiment accidents, and chaotic magic gathering points that appear in this world every day.

However, it can be seen that when a demon hunter faces a task, if fog appears, the first suspect will definitely be the little fog demon.

After all, these monsters are widely distributed and numerous, and their control over the magic mist allows them to perform in a variety of ways.

Although this monster is not a social creature like evil ghosts and water ghosts, it does not mind gathering in groups of three or two to hunt.

Their fog, which already has a wide variety and changes, becomes even more unpredictable.

But
"Does the little fog demon really have this level of destructive power?"

Lan En was still chewing and talking in a low voice.

The strength and magic power of the little fog monster will become stronger as it grows older, but how can it be so strong? Is there a fog monster in the Mahakam Mountains that has lived since the first landing of humans and has survived until now?

The demon hunter shook his head helplessly.

The problem now is not that there is no direction for investigation, but that there are too many possibilities.

This is a vast world, and there are wizards conducting magical experiments at all times. There may be a wizard on the edge of the civilized world whose experiment is on the verge of getting out of control.

Then the out-of-control experimental results and phenomena were thrown to an unknown place using emergency teleportation for risk avoidance.

I heard that there was an unnatural sudden thunderstorm in Kovir, which collapsed a mine that was still under development, causing countless casualties and losses.

Finally, the wizards followed the king's order and tracked down the criminal all the way to the royal wizard of Orphir, who was thousands of miles away.

On the surface, this world looks no different from the ignorant Middle Ages, but if you tell the people of Orphir on another continent that the northern humans on this continent are actually from another world, aliens, then this world is no different from the ancient world.

Then the Orphirs, who wore turbans and sprinkled spices and perfumes on their bodies, would accept it naturally and not be surprised. The power of magic is developing and expanding at a high speed, and all excellent wizards will conduct some unconventional experiments.

However, the technology of [Teleportation] has made it possible for the consequences of an experiment that could have been confined to a small area to get out of control and occur anywhere in the world.

Mages don't think there's anything wrong with "throwing garbage" all over the world.

Just like in Lan's home world, in the early days of the Industrial Revolution, people didn't care about releasing pollution and waste into the environment.

Some even believe that rivers flowing with industrial wastewater are a symbol of the development of civilization.

Because people who have not yet developed to a certain level do not realize that the destructive power of human beings has actually exceeded the natural carrying capacity of the world and the environment.

Because in the long process of development of civilization, there has never been an era in which humans have mastered such power and yet continue to move forward.

Before this, humans had always been insignificant in all aspects when facing nature, so they had no experience and were not aware of this.

Besides the possibility that a wizard's experiment in the world went out of control, and the product or consequence was randomly teleported to the Mahakam Mountains, there are many other possibilities.

Chaos magic is a dangerous force that naturally carries the properties of mutation and distortion. Without anyone intervening, its mere gathering can cause some distorted consequences.

There are many magic nodes in the Mahakam Mountains. Who knows if the chaos magic has caused some changes on its own?
Lan En could list several large pieces of parchment with such speculations.

After all, in order to know what exactly happened this time, you have to go there and see it with your own eyes, otherwise it’s just guesswork.

However, Lan En was thinking about the "fog" and asked Mentos to record his various speculations in the file library.

And simply develop some plans to deal with various possibilities.

On the other side, in the pavilion outside the garden, the voices of a man and a woman seemed to be becoming more and more agitated, and gradually there was a hint of dispute and quarrel.

"Nilfgaardians are all black dogs! What's there to say?"

The man's voice spoke impatiently, but then the female voice on the other end seemed not to understand the impatience in the tone and continued to ask.

The "pa pa" sound seemed like a palm slapping the hard cover of a book.

"But why?" The female voice was soft in timbre, but her tone was decisive and steady at the same time, very much like the demeanor of a strong woman.

Just asking the question.
"This book says that the Nilfgaardians are gentle and polite. They never have many disagreements and mutual contempt like the northerners. As long as we unite under the sun flag, we are all compatriots. This seems ideal, right?"

"The author of this book is Nelvin, a famous professor of southern studies at Oxenford University. He was knighted by King Vizimir of Redani, so his words should be trustworthy, right?"

A man and a woman were talking in the pavilion, and Lan En was walking towards the pavilion from the garden exit.

The pavilion uses wooden pillars, ceiling and stone base. There are small cracks on the thick and weathered wood, but it is still painted with bright colors to outline various arcs and patterns.

Garlands were also hung on some corners.

The bright and lively patterns and wreaths paired with the dark brown wood are very much in the style of the Meliteli faith.

"Yes! Oh! Gentle and polite? Madam, you should really go to Sodden Mountain and the old land of Cintra to see how gentle and polite the people there are after the race has changed!"

The person who spoke was a male warrior, wearing a mixture of leather and plate armor, with a half-hand sword on his waist.

He looked ordinary, but his tone showed that he was an eyewitness to the Civil War.

In front of this man with an angry and impatient look on his face, the woman sitting leisurely on the railing of the pavilion is much more distinctive.

She had dark blond hair and a red and white cotton rope on her forehead as a headband. Her face was mature and powerful, but her eyes were exceptionally clear.

She wore a red and white checkered cotton vest and cotton breeches inside, with assembleable plate armor parts tied on the outside, at the knees, calf bones, elbows, waist and abdomen and other parts.

But even with such a rigid and bloated style, when she wears it, one can still see the so-called "beauty of curves" and "beauty of curves".

The collar of the padded vest seemed like it couldn't be closed, leaving a generous opening that revealed the healthy, vibrant skin and deep cleavage underneath.

Generally speaking, if someone who makes a living by fighting is dressed like this, she probably doesn't want to live anymore. A small possibility is that she may have some special skills.

But look at the weapon this woman has next to her—a knight's two-handed sword that even ordinary male warriors cannot use with ease.

This means she is most likely the latter.

"I think you misunderstood me."

The lady, or 'Sakia Sasi' as Sister Nenneke called her, faced the male warriors calmly.

"I'm not denying what happened, nor am I trying to justify the Nilfgaardian massacre. My question is: why is it that a characteristic described in a relatively credible book is inconsistent with reality?"

(End of this chapter)