Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1191 1173. Chaotic Mountain Road

Sakia jumped off his horse and drew the knight's sword from his waist.

The crowded mountain roads are now littered with burning tarpaulins and vehicle frames. Although ordinary horses that have not been trained as war horses still have advantages in mobility, their controllability is no longer reliable.

These frightened horses might become confused and rush into the mountain stream with people on their backs.

The Scoia'tael were rushing down from the high ground on one side of the mountain path.

Among them were dwarves, elves, and a few halflings wielding short swords and daggers.

A dwarf swung an axe, hoping to use his low position to directly sweep the axe across and cut off the female warrior's ankle or smash it through her armor.

If Lan En was here, he would most likely lift his front foot just in time when the axe blade approached, allowing the axe blade to pass by his feet.

However, although Sachia's eyesight and skills can be considered excellent, he still cannot reach Lan's level.

But there is one thing: her physical fitness is much better than that of normal people.

The female warrior in armor jumped up at this moment!
There is no skill at all, but because of the strong power of his legs, he doesn't look clumsy at all.

The armor on her body was shaken by her sudden force and made a rattling sound.

The leather straps between the armor parts were stretched straight.

The dwarf who struck with the axe was startled.

But just as he opened his mouth in shock, a knight's sword came down on his head!
With the crisp sound of metal hitting metal, the sword blade smashed into the dwarf's helmet, leaving a five-centimeter-deep dent.

It didn't cut through, but blood was already flowing down from the dwarf's head like earthworms, and his pupils were rolling upwards uncontrollably.

He immediately fell limply to the ground, motionless.

Although the dwarves of this world look similar to the dwarves of the world of Arda, there is no doubt that most of them do not have the ability to use their heads to withstand the hurricane hammer like Thorin Oakenshield.

There was fire and thick smoke all around, mixed with roars and shouts that sounded in the chaos but were unclear.

Sakia did not stop.

Although she does not have sufficient battlefield experience, her aggressive and dangerous nature has already driven her to take action.

Despite this nature, she did not get excited, but instead calmed down.

There was a crackling sound of wood breaking apart behind him. This time, Sachia jumped higher, dodging the burning and shattered frame behind him and jumped onto the broken board.

Yarpan was swinging his axe vigorously to deal with the long swords of the two elves.

Next to them on the road, Paulie Dahlberg, one of the dwarves, was also dealing with a halfling, while his brother Regan Dahlberg leaned back with his legs against the board, trying to control the horse pulling the cart.

The horses neighed wildly, flapped their hooves, and dragged the frame, trying only to escape the flames that were devouring the canvas behind them.

"Let the horses hit the mountain wall! Reagan! Let the carriage hit the mountain wall they are rushing down!"

Yarpan roared loudly while dealing with the two elves.

"It's better to just fall apart there! Stop them!"

It was not known whether Reagan Dahlberg heard anything in the chaos, but he was already struggling to control the frantic carriage.

At this moment, a dwarf with short hair and a cockscomb jumped onto the burning frame from the side.

The noise almost made people think that he wanted to set himself on fire!
But Zoltan did not fail. He successfully ran to Reagan in a suicidal manner and worked with him to reverse the direction of the carriage.

Several horses rushed towards the mountain wall, and instinctively ran to the left and right at the last moment.

The dispersed forces pulled each other and slowed down the car.

Zoltan and Regan took advantage of the situation and ran up to the shaft of the carriage. They swiftly cut the reins of the horses with an axe, letting the horses run away, leaving only the burning carriage blocking the cliff where the Squirrel Party was rushing down.

Among the Klinfield Raiders, Buchter's right arm was hit by an arrow. The arrow seemed to be extremely painful, and this bull-like strong man couldn't even hold the machete in his hand.

Paulie Dahlberg quickly pulled him aside, who was in so much pain that he was unconscious, under the cover of other looters.

But no place is safe now.

A Squirrel Party member jumped out from behind the pile of wrecked carriages. Paulie immediately put Buchter down and picked up the axe to face him. But Paulie's movements suddenly slowed down.

Before him stood a dwarf in a beaver hat trimmed with a squirrel tail and a huge black beard plaited into a braid under his chin.

Paulie hesitated.

But the black-bearded dwarf opposite did not hesitate for a moment.

He raised the mace in his hand and smashed it towards the opposite side, and it was about to sink into Paulie's collarbone!
But Buchte was the leader of the raiders after all. Although the arrow in his right hand was extremely painful, he still gritted his teeth and kicked the ground, tripping the black-bearded dwarf who had raised his hands.

Finally, it was Paulie's axe that sank into the other man's back with a breathtaking sound of bone-crackling. The axe blade was embedded inside and could not be pulled out.

The dwarf's core muscles on the ground suddenly relaxed. He slapped the ground weakly with his hands and kicked the mud with his feet.

Paulie just felt dizzy.

In the end, it was Buchter who, cursing in pain, stuffed the mace from the black-bearded dwarf's hand into his hand, and now he had a weapon again.

The vanguard team, which only sent a few people to attack, was in such a mess. Not to mention the rear of the team that was being taken special care of by the Squirrel Party.

Now everyone was busy with their own affairs. Sakia was fighting with an elf and a halfling.

Two people, one above and one below, launched a series of attacks using the difference in height to complement each other.

This made it even more difficult for Sakia, whose combat experience was not very rich to begin with, to cope with the situation.

It is true that her physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but her physical strength cannot make her ignore iron weapons. These things are still lethal to her.

On the mountain wall halfway up the slope, a male elf was drawing his bow and arrow, with the triangular arrow pointing at the entangled Sakia.

The elf's eyes were strange. He had the focus of a shooter, but the way he looked at Sakia was a little distracted.

It was as if he mistook her for someone else.

With the accuracy of the elven archer, he was able to shoot the arrow into the weak point of Sakia's defense in the chaos.

"For Ai Li Rui En!"

The male elf shouted loudly, as if he wanted to use this battle cry to dispel his hesitation and distraction.

But he was too late.

A crossbow arrow shot from the direction of the human hit his left rib first. The deflected arrow passed by Sakia, causing her to turn around and see the male elf finally fall down dejectedly.

"Aileen!"

He is still shouting.

Soon after, the battle was over.

The Scoia'tael retreated as suddenly as they had attacked, suffering heavy casualties and leaving behind more than twenty bodies.

Humans have twice as much.

But inexplicably, the convoy at the rear, which should have been in chaos and suffered more serious damage, somehow miraculously maintained stability.

It was like a strong core team suddenly appeared among a group of rabble.
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When Lan and Triss returned to Seaward's team, they saw the burning wreckage, canvas and wood still emitting choking black smoke, blood on the ground, and the wailing wounded.
The two of them were already anxious and shocked by the discoveries they had made in the deep mountains and dense forests, and they hurried back to make the team turn around and escape from the Pontar Valley.

But unexpectedly, they had only been out for more than three hours, less than four hours, and now it was just past noon.

When I came back, I saw that the convoy was in this state.

Even with the psychological qualities of the sorceress and the witcher, they both couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"What happened here?"

Triss asked the members of the forward scouting team first.

"A Scoia'tael attack! What else could it be? You have nothing else to do now. Wait! Are you the sorceress?"

In the midst of the mess, Nischuka, who was originally wearing a magic cloak that had now been burned, growled impatiently at first, then turned around and saw who was coming and spoke with surprise.

"Dear lady, please use your magic to help him! He is in so much pain that he can't stand it!"

Looking at Buchter, who was leaning against the broken wheel, his loose Mohawk hair stuck to his scalp with cold sweat, and was already half dead, Triss could only squat down, with magical light emerging from her hands.

Use magic to temporarily relieve the pain.

Lan En frowned and looked around at the chaotic scene after the battle.

He nodded to Triss who was squatting down, signaling her to save people first.

He continued to walk towards the dispersed team.

Closer inside, the dwarves were gathering up the shafts, axles, and so forth, hoping to see if they could be put back together again later.

They were lucky enough not to suffer any casualties in this surprise battle.

But as the leader, Yarpan also knew that this was just luck. Otherwise, two of them might have died.

"You have to be ruthless! Do it without hesitation! Got it!"

Yarpen held Paulie Dahlberg's still dazed head in his arms.

It was hard to tell whether the tone was comforting or scolding.

"They are enemies! They have been enemies since you chose this path! Just treat them as dwarf highwaymen and smash their heads! Don't think of anything else!"

"You're lucky this time, otherwise the hammer would be embedded in your collarbone! How can I explain this to your mother? How can you tell your mother when Reagan gets home?"

Afterwards, Yarpan let go of Paulie, whose tears, beard and snot were all covered in a mess, turned around and hugged Zoltan again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Zoltan. If it weren't for you, Reagan would have done the same. Oh, this really scares me."

Yarpen sighed.

Instead, Zoltan, whose face was blackened by smoke, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"You know me, Yarpen. I couldn't have just stood there and watched!"

(End of this chapter)