Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1195 1177. Spreading Mist

Yarpan could actually understand Buchter's current anxiety.

The leader of the Klinfield raiders had an arrow in his right arm, and when the special arrow was pulled out, the cut muscle weighed two taels.

Even if he was as strong as a bull, with such injuries to his upper arm muscles, he wouldn't be able to exert any strength for at least ten days or half a month.

He was lucky that no major blood vessels were scratched.

But being injured doesn't mean he can just rest and recuperate. He has to think about the future.

They rely on their reputation to get work and make a living. Losing their reputation is equivalent to losing everything.

No matter what hidden secrets there are in this operation, there is no escape from the fact that they will retreat in the blink of an eye.

It was a big blow to the reputation of the Clintfield raiders.

When they take on future jobs, their employers can cut their pay by about one-fifth.

Yarpan and his group of dwarves also did this kind of work, so he knew Buchter's current mood and unwillingness.

But it was useless to say all this. When the young clerk at the front of the team hung the gun flag on the gun barrel, no second voice was allowed in the team.

Even though Buchter was full of complaints now, Yarpan believed that if he really talked nonsense in front of the clerk, he would be more strict than anyone else in controlling his mouth.

Outsiders may not be able to fully appreciate the level of these ten knights, but those guys who make money on the edge of a knife know it very well.

So Buchter just complained.

Along the way, the convoy of light vehicles sped non-stop, and several times they almost had traffic accidents due to speeding and ran off the mountain road.

Their team entered the valley early in the morning and were attacked by the Scoia'tael after walking for a whole morning.

Then we rested for more than two hours to sort out the items, repair the vehicles, and treat the wounded. It was already afternoon.

Afterwards, under the command of the Embers Knight, they marched quickly all the way and finally ran out of the Pontar Valley at the ambiguous junction of dusk and night.

"hu~hu~"

Yarpan let out a sigh of relief. Even driving during a fast march was very tiring.

As for the others on horseback, such as the few Klingfeld Raiders who were not injured, they were now covered in sweat as if they were covered in oil.

Most of the people in the team were like this.

On the other hand, although Sakia was also riding a horse, there was no sign of fatigue on her body, which made the dwarf exclaim that this woman had a great body.

Now they had arrived at the place where they had camped last night. There were still scorch marks from the campfire on the ground, as well as traces of stakes driven into the ground when the tent was set up.

It was just one day, but everyone felt like they had survived a disaster.

This place was outside the river valley anyway, so the people in the caravan simply started to set up camp as they had done yesterday. Some made fires, some fetched water, and they all prepared to stop and rest.

Yarpan saw the young clerk at the head of the team, holding a spear with the Cintra blue flag with a golden lion flying on the spear barrel. After talking to Duke Shiward for a few words, he showed no intention of taking off his armor to rest.

Instead, he gathered the ten Embers Knights and started a small discussion for a while. Then they all quickly packed up their things, ate and drank to replenish their strength, and also replenished the strength of their horses.

Their group of ten people was not large, and if no orders were issued, they would become inconspicuous in the convoy. Except for people like Yarpan who were paying attention all the time, no one else obviously noticed their actions.

Fires were lit one after another, and most of the people were exhausted after a day of rushing. They had no time to rest or eat since morning.

Now that they have finally stopped, people are so tired and hungry that their eyes are staring blankly.

Yarpan led the dwarves and the rest of the Klingfeld raiders to light a bonfire, preparing to roast some meat and boil some water.

The members of the forward reconnaissance team are all around this campfire.

After the attack by the Scoia'tael at noon, although they also fought with the Scoia'tael, the rejection of non-human races in the team became even stronger.

So in addition to the same people from last night, some elves and half-elves also gathered around the campfire.

When Yarpan brought the firewood, he saw a male elf sitting not far from Sachia beside the campfire. The two of them were also looking at the campfire and having a calm conversation without looking at each other.

The male elf was carrying a bow and arrow, and his most distinctive feature was that his right eye was covered by a red headband, which meant he was probably blind.

Yarpan remembered that this was someone he had been with in the forward reconnaissance team. They had chatted briefly, but he didn't know each other anymore.

"You saved my life, but we don't even know each other's names."

The one-eyed elf said, throwing a piece of wood into the fire as he spoke.

"I'll go first. My name is... um, Io."

"Sakia."

The female warrior responded calmly.

She was sitting facing the Pontar River Valley. She would stare at the campfire in a daze for a while, and sometimes she would raise her head slightly and look at the valley that was gradually sinking into the deep darkness.

"I have a question, Sakia."

The elf's only remaining left eye glanced at the other party secretly.

"Why did you save me first?"

"what?"

Sakia frowned and asked in confusion. "At that time, I was holding onto the cliff and about to fall off. There was another human being trapped by an overturned car and about to be trampled to death by a crazy horse. Why did you save me first?"

At this time, the male elf no longer concealed his gaze. He turned his head with a serious and earnest expression, and looked directly at the other party with his one eye.

Like waiting for the answer to an important question.

Sakia's answer was casual and as if it was a matter of course.

"You are close to me and easy to save."

She said it so easily and matter-of-factly, as if she was saying something like "of course you have to pay for the meal."

"After saving you, didn't the two of us quickly push the overturned car away and save the human?"

The male elf's single eye blinked, and the eyebrows above the eye furrowed deeply.

"Is that why?"

Even in the dim flickering of firelight and shadows, there was obvious disbelief on his face.

"How difficult is the rescue because of the distance?"

"What else?" Sakia looked at him strangely, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, you think: I think you are a non-human race, and I am the kind of human who has a compensatory attitude towards non-human races, so I saved you first?"

"No, man. I think life is life, you and human beings are the same to me."

Sachia shook his head: "Even if it was Yarpan who was pinned down in the distance, I would still rescue him in this order."

With a "bang", the dwarf threw the firewood he was holding next to the campfire and bowed to the female warrior in a funny way: "Thank you for your equal treatment, lady. This is really important to me."

"You're welcome, Yarpen Zigrin."

The joking conversation between the two people did not affect the one-eyed male elf. Ever since Sakia answered his doubts, he had been frowning and looking at the female warrior.

"Look." Suddenly, Yarpen's joking tone turned serious. "It looks like they are leaving."

He subconsciously brushed the sawdust off his beard and raised his chin towards the distance.

Both Sakia and the One-eyed Elf looked in that direction.

I saw that the ten Embers Knights had changed their horses after a brief rest and mounted again.

After forming a quick marching formation, they ran towards the river valley.

"Are they crazy?" Nischuka, one of the plunderers, exclaimed in a low voice while holding a pot of freshly drawn water. "It's almost nightfall, and they want to march quickly on that damn mountain road in this light?!"

"Are you going to die? Can the light from the torch only illuminate two meters away?"

But at this time, Sachia, who had been looking in the direction of the valley, also stood up from the campfire.

She pointed to the river valley and said in a surprised and puzzled tone: "What's that over there?"

Dwarves, Klingfeld raiders, and more and more people in the camp.

At this time, they slowly put down the firewood and buckets in their hands and looked towards the direction of the valley.

A thin white mist was slowly spreading down from the Mahakam Mountains.

The mist reflected the moonlight in the sky, emitting a hazy and frightening light.

The fog was so large in scope and height that even those of them who were already outside the valley could see it spreading and spreading outward.

Most of the sounds in the night sky seemed to disappear as the fog dissipated.

The sound of rushing water in the valley and the calls of various creatures were usually adapted to and ignored by people, but until now.
After all these sounds suddenly disappeared, people suddenly realized that the world was so quiet that it was a little abrupt!

"What's going on?" Zoltan frowned. "The sudden silence makes me a little nervous."

And as the world suddenly became extremely quiet, the sound of horse hooves became even more prominent.

Ten war horses carried ten Embers Knights, and under Lincoln's leadership, they moved forward without hesitation or delay.

Taking advantage of the moonlight reflected by the huge fog, they rushed straight into the valley in front of everyone's eyes.

"I have something to do, so I'll leave for a moment."

After a moment's silence, Sakia said hello and walked away from the campfire, heading towards the darkness outside the fire.

Yarpen twitched his lips under his beard, but in the end he just frowned and said nothing more.

The fog in the valley was getting thicker and thicker, and Yarpangang and Zoltan were working together to boil water and roast some dry food over the fire.

When I turned around, I found that the one-eyed male elf was gone.

"Where are the people? Why is there one less person? Are you going to eat or not?"

Zoltan shouted, scratching his short cockscomb.

"Okay, stop shouting." Buchter, who was half lying down with his arms covered, looked at the river valley in the distance calmly and said indifferently.

"Each one or two of them are not simple, why bother with them? Let's just take care of ourselves."

(End of this chapter)