Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1186. Forward
"There is no doubt that the fool Seaward has also begun to tend to the trouble in the Mahakam Mountains, and the reason for the expanding scope is the Scoia'tael."

Anyone who speaks rudely to the person with the highest status in this camp is certainly not a law-abiding person.

Accompanied by the sound of rippling water and the hot steam rising from the large wooden tub, Triss stretched one of her graceful and voluptuous legs out of the bathtub.

The combination of sound and beautiful scenery makes people involuntarily imagine.

But unfortunately, the person that this beautiful leg wanted to seduce was just standing at the door of the tent looking out.

Just ten minutes ago, the roaring bear head pendant hanging around Lan En's neck seemed to suddenly go crazy and pulled his neck in one direction.

Of course, with the demon hunter's current physical condition, even if the necklace was torn off by brute force, it would most likely not turn the skin on his neck red.

But after all, this was the Bear School necklace inherited from Boldon, which had disappeared and was out of print, so Lan En still cherished it.

Then he was dragged along by the force into a luxurious tent in the camp that was second only to the Duke of Seaward’s.

Not all sorceresses lead luxurious lives; witches can often be found in swamps, wilderness, or lonely mountains.

But there is no doubt that the life of a famous and powerful sorceress must be jaw-dropping.

And Triss Merigold, [the fourteenth person on the hill], advisor to the royal family of Temeria.

Her magic may seem immature and not powerful enough in the eyes of Margarita or Tishaya, but in terms of fame and status, she is definitely not low.

This tent is almost like a house.

The warm candlelight filled the space surrounded by thick felt.

There was a messy desk, a soft big bed, bookshelves filled with books and scrolls, a large bathtub, and even a shelf dedicated to ivory ornaments.

When Lan was pulled in by the necklace, Triss's big bathtub was facing him, and the sorceress herself was lying defenselessly on the four edges of the bathtub with an ambiguous and warm smile on her face.

The witcher took off his hooded cloak and put it aside, then calmly walked to the desk and poured himself a glass of brandy.

"You said Seaward was an idiot," Lan En lowered his head and took a sip of his wine glass, "but no matter how stupid he was, he wouldn't ignore those obviously abnormal phenomena, right?"

"Killing or driving away all the living creatures in a mountainous area, is this something the Scoia'tael can do?"

The sorceress waved her hand, and the glass of brandy in Lan's hand slowly flew away and landed in Triss's hand.

Triss's laugh was as strange as ever. She laughed with a trembling voice, as if she had won some game, and her voice was both charming and youthful.

"There's an anecdote that goes, 'If you tell a lie enough times, someone will believe it.'"

"Hiward doesn't have the guts to go and see it in person, and who are the people around him? The Knights of the White Rose, a rare order of knights in Temeria that believes in the Eternal Fire."

"The Scoia'tael say this so often that they can even deceive themselves, let alone Seaward?"

Triss took a sip of the spot where Lan's lips had just touched, and a shudder of pleasure ran through her body.

The chaos magic in Lan was a little too sensitive for her.

"So, the guys they brought this time are mostly for dealing with elves, not monsters? Hmm, nice."

Lann smiled with a sarcastic tone.

"Triss, you've been here for a few days. Have you found anything?"

Seeing that the demon hunter didn't seem to be in a hurry, Triss became a little more serious.

She was carelessly rippling the water, talking.

"There's something unusual in the Mahakam Mountains, near the dead area."

"What kind of unusual?"

"I used magic to sense that place from afar," Triss stretched her arm out of the water and waved it nonchalantly. "The magic in that area is cruel. Cruel and twisted."

"You mean," Lan thought, resting his chin on his fingers, "that there might be a curse there?"

"But this is meaningless. There are many large and small magic gathering points in the Mahakam Mountains. If all the creatures in a mountain area died, it is normal for a curse to appear."

"We don't know whether the curse appeared first, causing all the creatures in the mountains to die, or whether the curse was caused by the mass death of creatures."

Lan shook his head. If Triss were allowed to investigate the area more deeply, with the sorceress's magical level, she should be able to obtain more information.

But before she came over, Triss probably wouldn't dare to go too deep into the Mahakam Mountains.

Not to mention how dangerous the area where all living things have died is, the poisonous insects, monsters, and dangerous terrain in the mountains alone are enough to kill a sorceress without any help.

But now that he is here, the next steps will be much easier.

According to the information he currently knew, the area of ​​​​the abnormal region was still expanding and approaching the Pontar River Valley.

It's not that far away. We need to solve it as soon as possible.
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The next morning, Lan came out of Triss's big tent.

There was a busy and noisy scene before my eyes.

Everyone was unpacking and loading things onto horse and donkey carts.

The ground was trampled into crackling mud.

The witcher, who had just opened the curtain of the tent, happened to see a White Rose Knight looking at Triss's big tent with dangerous and disgusted eyes.

The knight with the scar on his face was the herald of Heward last night. He was different from other strong men in that he had a look of fear and awe but also lust when he saw the sorceress.

He stood beside Heward's tent, looking at the place with pure hatred and hostility in his eyes.

That was not hatred directed at Triss, but hatred directed at the warlock community.

When he saw Lan En coming out of the tent, there was even more disgust in his eyes.

But he didn't do anything directly to Lan En. He just waved his hand and called over the person in charge.

He looked straight at Lan En without blinking, tilted his head, gave a few instructions to the person in charge, then turned and left.

"So I guess that's why I'm in the same car with you guys."

Lan En was sitting in the driver's seat of a carriage loaded with weapons and food, and was talking to Zoltan who was holding the reins beside him.

"Then you are really unlucky." Zoltan sat next to Lan En like a child, but still laughed at him bluntly.

Dwarves always speak their mind.

"But I admire you for having the guts to sleep with a sorceress! Those women are more poisonous than yellow-tailed scorpions!"

The dwarf with the short cockscomb reached out and scratched his chest inside his collar.

"For someone like you, the women of our dwarves will definitely not like you. I feel relieved about that."

Lan curled his lips under his hood.

Dwarf women also have beards and are built similarly to male dwarves, but male dwarves always feel that men of other races are eyeing their women.

It's a collective mental illness.

At this time, carriages were driving on the rocky road, and the mountain wall was on their right.

Most of the drivers leaned forward nervously, trying to get a better view, keep the wheels on the narrow road, and maintain a considerable distance from the cliff on the other side.

Below the cliffs of the canyon was the Pontar River, which was surging with white foam among the rocks.

At this time, they were the reconnaissance team at the forefront of the convoy, and their members were basically dwarves led by Yarpen Zigrin.

And the Clint Reavers who had shared a drink by the fire last night, and Sakia.

Duke Heward was surrounded by the White Rose Knights. Triss, in a good mood, rode beside him on horseback, ignoring the disgusted looks of the White Rose Knights around her.

Behind them was the baggage train, which was making a deafening noise.

Seaward was an old man who was a little bald, but still had shoulder-length hair. He wore a crown on his head and had an arrogant look and obvious boredom.

"So, we are implicated as well? Just because we drank together by the bonfire last night?"

Buchte, who was riding a horse, said this with a grim expression.

"Bullshit! So we don't get to enjoy the sorceress's big soft bed, but we have to take risks?"

As he spoke, he looked around alertly, observing every bush and tree in his path.

Lann didn't think he was on guard against monsters.

Amid the rumbling sound of wheels rolling over rocks, the sound of horse hooves approached from behind the team.

The knight with a red cape and a white rose emblem on his left shoulder was not wearing a helmet, and the scar on his face was faintly visible under his loose hair.

"Knight Tellus!" cried Yarpin, who was driving the other carriage. "What brings you to this humble scout? An order from Duke Seward?"

The dwarves' violent temper makes them always look like they are about to fight directly when they are being sarcastic, but it loses the hidden irony.

But now, the White Rose Knight's temper is even worse.

"Shut up, you dwarf."

Thales's whip hit the side of the driver's seat of Yarpan's carriage, and the whip and wood made a crackling sound.

The dwarves stood up almost instantly, reaching for their weapons in their hands.

On the contrary, Yarpan, who was almost hit, immediately stood up and waved his hands at the dwarves to suppress their temper, although his own bearded face was also gloomy.

Thales sneered, the scar on his face like a twisting centipede. He looked at the group of dwarves with no fear, only mockery.

"You should call him Prince Seaward! Idiots!"

"The prince paid you to have the honor of marching with him, and you better live up to it."

"Be a good forward reconnaissance team."

After Thales finished speaking, he turned around, sneered, mounted his horse and walked back to Shiward's side.

It seemed that he came here without any context and made a bunch of incomprehensible statements, as if he came here just to proclaim his superiority and authority.

But
"I think he wants to use the entire forward team as a target."

Buchter's face was sullen, his eyes continuing to dart around alertly as he fitted a studded gorget on his neck.

(End of this chapter)