Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1187 1169. Reconnaissance Team

The forward reconnaissance team was used as a target, but who was this target intended to attract to attack?

Looking at the short group of people in this team, the answer is self-evident.

Lan En glanced at Zoltan beside him.

"You should understand this, right?"

"Yeah." The dwarf with a face full of flesh responded in a muffled voice, "I'm not stupid, so there's nothing I don't understand. But we followed Yarpan out, and we had thought it through."

"I'm Zoltan Ziva! Now that the decision has been made, there's nothing to complain about. Just get on with the work."

"Hey, are you a dwarf from Clan Ziva?"

Speaking of Zoltan's last name, Lan En raised his eyebrows, and he remembered his past experiences.

In order to find the master-level equipment drawings of the Bear School, he once went to the Amel Mountains in the south and helped a group of secluded dwarf clans solve their problems in the mountains.

"Lance Ziva." Lan En turned to Zoltan and said, "Does this name sound familiar to you?"

"Ah?" The dwarf turned around in surprise, holding the reins. "That's the great elder of my clan! How do you know him? I haven't heard of his name for decades since I moved to Mahakam."

"I've been to the Amel Mountains, where I helped the dwarves from Hainburg!"

Lan En said familiarly.

By the way, I remembered the dwarves who admired the witcher very much because they gave Regis a grand and tragic death.

"Haha!" After comparing the information with each other again, Zoltan's short legs swung happily in the driver's seat. "It really comforts me to hear news from my hometown in this damn situation."

The convoy advanced along the mountain wall of Mahakam beside the Pontar River and headed towards the Pontar Valley.

The convoy's primary goal was to reach the floating port.

It was a trading town established by Temeria in the Pontar River Valley.

The importance of the Pontar Valley's location is self-evident. Moreover, the valley is so long that even the lightest boat riding on the most turbulent water would take a whole day to row across it.

Although Temeria lost to Aedirn decades ago for the battle for the most important military stronghold in the valley, the Haji Fortress.

The entire section of the river after the fortress of Haji belongs to the territory of Aedirn.

But it was impossible for Temeria to leave the Pontar Valley unused, so within its own borders, Foltest established a nascent trading town using water transportation.

Although this sudden change seems to be spreading to cover the entire Pontar Valley, Temeria always has to look after the interests of its own territory first.

“But this strategy is too passive.”

Lan muttered to himself as his body was jolted by the wheels of the carriage over the rocky road.

In this vanguard reconnaissance team mixed with many non-human races, Sachia was chatting enthusiastically with Yarpan.

It seemed that the dwarf's boldness and straightforwardness, combined with his many years of experience, made Sakia feel that they were a good match. The two of them began to laugh from time to time.

Let the originally depressing atmosphere become slightly relieved.

The Klingfeld raiders were still vigilantly scanning the grass and trees ahead, but they also began to discuss some possible situations and response tactics with the people in the dwarf team, intending to achieve simple cooperation in an emergency.

In addition to these people, some mercenaries with half-elf blood were also incorporated into this vanguard reconnaissance team.

They were not familiar with the others and could only occasionally interject when they were busy on their way. The rest of the time they were silent.

Heretics are more hateful than pagans. If we think along these lines, then there is no doubt that if the Squirrel Party takes action, they will definitely target the vanguard reconnaissance team first.

After all, in their eyes, these people are traitors to their race.

"What did you say? What moved you?"

Zoltan was holding the reins with one hand, holding the kettle with his elbow, and trying to pull the cork open with his other hand to drink some water.

"No, nothing." Lan En shook his head and reached out to help him.

"Ah, thank you." Zoltan said as he wiped the remaining water droplets from his beard, and naturally forgot what he had just said.

"No, you're welcome." Lan En said as he reached secretly into the alchemical leather bag at his waist.

He accurately grasped the conical crystal inside, and the roaring bear head pendant on his neck trembled slightly, then quickly returned to calm.

Less than two minutes later, a horse-riding attendant carrying a message came up from behind the convoy.

After he stuck his head out and searched among the vanguard reconnaissance team for a while, he found three or four people wearing magic cloaks.

So he could only control the horse to jog while shouting, "Lady Triss Merigold, the royal advisor, is looking for someone. It's the one from last night. Who is it? Raise your hand."

Lan En, who was sitting next to Zoltan at the front of the team, raised his hand.

Suddenly everyone's eyes were on him.

Because there were many people in the middle and it was difficult to pass, the attendant simply shouted to Lan En: "Get off the car and wait for the lady, do you hear me?" Only after Lan En nodded did he return to the back of the team to report.

Then Lan En said hello to Zoltan who was in the same car and prepared to stand up.

The dwarf with short hair and a cockscomb opened his mouth and looked up and down at his travel companion who had just traveled with him on the same car. He paid particular attention to his lower body and gave him a look mixed with respect.

"What's going on?" Sachia rode closer to the carriage and asked in a low voice, "Is this some kind of trouble?"

"That's no trouble!" Yarpen laughed loudly from behind. "My God, what kind of magic potion did you give to that sorceress?"

"It is said that sorceresses have strong sexual desires and can destroy several men at once, but you let her linger on?"

"You just came out of her big tent this morning, and now she can't help herself again. Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Sakia was confused by the men's strange desire to compete and show respect to each other.

After all, even the Klingfeld Plunderer next to him had the same expression.

"You said it was a legend, Yarpan." Lan En jumped off the carriage from Zoltan's side. "You are also an old hand. Don't keep using legends to bluff people."

"No matter what!" The convoy continued to move forward and passed by Lan En who had already stopped. Yarpan smoothed his side-parted Mohawk hairstyle, and with a smile that all men knew, he bowed slightly to Lan En in the driver's seat of the carriage.

“Have fun.”

In response, Lan reached out and slapped the horse he was driving on the rump. The sudden acceleration made Yarpan curse loudly, and he pulled the reins to calm down.

The convoy continued to move forward, and Lan En, who was standing still, naturally fell behind.

Finally, after passing the contemptuous and disgusted gazes of the White Rose Knights, a brisk sound of horse hooves came over.

Triss sat on the back of a docile mare, and the way her body moved up and down made the soldiers in the convoy unable to control their gaze.

"How did you stay among those White Rose Knights for so long?"

The long convoy was still rolling forward, and the sound of the wheels made it unnecessary for the two men to be too cautious in their conversation.

Lan En shrugged. "I would believe them if they said they were going to stab you in the back when your back was turned."

The smiling red-haired sorceress looked quite indifferent.

"If I cared about what other people thought, I wouldn't be a sorceress, dear."

"I dress tightly, wrap my hair up, do the laundry and cooking, and then get slapped by my husband at home until my face is swollen. But do you think I am that kind of person?"

As she spoke, the sorceress smiled evilly and slit the skirt on the horse's back facing Lan En, and pulled it up a little higher, revealing her round and white thighs.

The witcher shook his head and chuckled: "Of course, you are not that kind of person. You are [Fearless Merigold]."

Then, the demon hunter put away his lovers' smile and showed the seriousness of doing business.

So Triss also changed her mindset from flirting to work.

"Hyward and the White Roses wanted to use the Vanguard as a target, which is fine tactically. But they didn't even provide shields and bulletproof boards on the vehicles. This is pure disregard for human life."

Lan En said in a deep voice.

In military tactics, setting up bait and targets is normal and no one can say anything about it.

However, the difference between 'setting up bait' and 'abandoning troops' lies in whether the bait troops are provided with appropriate equipment and supplies, as well as follow-up support plans and the necessity of implementing this tactic.

There is no doubt that Hillary Clinton is treating the forward team as consumables.

"I can transfer some equipment to them. Although Seaward and White Rose want to expel me, I am here to provide magic support on behalf of the Temeria royal family. This is not difficult."

The mare under Triss's crotch moved with hesitant steps.

"But you're not just talking to me through the crystal for these things, are you?"

"Indeed." Lan En nodded in agreement. "Hiward wants to take the team to the floating harbor. This action speaks volumes."

"If they want to deal with monsters or some kind of magical anomaly, they should take the initiative to investigate instead of going to a certain place to strengthen defenses. He really thinks the current problem is just the Scoia'tael causing trouble."

After lamenting this self-deceiving idiot, Lan raised his chin decisively at Triss.

"Can you sense the abnormal chaos magic now? Let's go over and take a look."

"Hearsay is ultimately not as accurate as actual investigation."

"Of course I have no problem. The scope of that thing's influence and the traces it left behind are extremely terrifying. I can feel it."

Triss spoke seriously and solemnly at first, but then a teasing smile appeared on her face.

"But the idea of ​​a lustful sorceress leading a man to disappear in the procession is quite fascinating, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)