Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1196 1178. 'The Devil of Gluttony'

After the convoy left, Lan En did not leave with them.

Because now that the Scoia'tael has decided to use attacks to delay time, they will never attack just once.

They wanted to prevent this group of humans from getting out before that thing arrived in the Pontar Valley. It would definitely harass them many times and slow down their progress.

"But Scoia'tael isn't that monster."

Lan En's fingers brushed across a leaf in the bush, and the fingertips of his leather gloves with steel armor plates were immediately stained with a trace of blood.

He hummed softly.

"Luckily, I didn't feel anything when I walked past that monster's territory. I thought my senses were failing."

He put his finger under his nose and sniffed. Immediately, the smell of blood was remembered by the demon hunter's senses and indicated the direction of movement.

In the complex but ecologically normal mountains, there are definitely a lot of various biological pheromones.

But the demon hunter's senses are enough to identify his target and keep chasing him.

That's why Lan En felt that the fact that he couldn't sense anything when he was exploring that area before was simply too strange.

This is the normal situation now.

"You really don't need our help, meow?"

On the Qilin's back, the fluffy ball smoothed his beard and asked.

"It's just a group of Scoia'tael, not a big problem." Lan En stood up, looked at the depths of the Mahakam Mountains and shook his head.

"What you have to do is the key. Go deeper along the river valley and see if there is any movement at the floating harbor and Haji Fortress."

"This river valley is very long, and we don't know where that thing will eventually appear. If the Scoia'tael's goal is to lure that monster to massacre all the humans in the valley, then these two key strongholds must be very dangerous. This place doesn't seem to be that important."

The kitten squatted on the ancient dragon's back, its furry little face full of seriousness.

It nodded heavily: "Qilin and I will keep a close eye on it. If anything happens, we'll come pick you up! Let's beat that monster till he pees his ass off!"

After saying that, the figures of Ancient Dragon and Felyn Cat disappeared into the dense bushes in the mountains amid the sound of swaying branches and leaves.

When we got to a distance, we could hear a crackling sound like the pulsation of electric current and a dull sound of breaking wind.

Not until all the sounds disappeared did Lan turn his head back, and his cat's eyes began to glow faintly in the dim sky.

The demon hunter's senses were activated, and the world became extremely colorful.

With his nostrils flaring, Lan En captured the scent molecules in the air and began to track them in the distance.

He noticed the messy footprints on the ground and the scratches on the bushes and branches.

All of this seemed like a clear signpost in his eyes.

The Scoia'tael retreated in chaos, which once again confirmed Lan's inference.

——Their attack this time was really not well organized.

Just to delay time.

Halfway through the pursuit, Lan discovered that the route of the Squirrel Party had diverged.

The group of people who smelled of blood returned to the depths of the mountains, while the other group who smelled only of sweat continued to move along the river valley.

"The wounded were evacuated, and those who were able to fight continued to plan subsequent attacks."

Lann analyzed the traces and speculated in his mind with Mentos.

This speculation was reasonable, so Lan En quickened his pace, and his speed in the forest was almost like a shadow.

Soon, he caught up with the Scoia'tael who were planning to attack again.
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A large number of elves, dwarves, and halflings were walking silently in the woods.

The uneven rocks in the mountains made their footsteps deep and shallow, but no one spoke. Anger and hatred flashed in everyone's eyes.

They all had squirrel tail decorations hanging on their hats or belts.

People outside say that the Scoia'tael are an inhuman race instigated by Nilfgaard.

Don’t they know that they are actually a knife?

They all knew it, but because of hatred, none of them cared.

Except for Temeria, the other three of the four northern countries have experienced massacres of non-human races in important cities.

Even Temeria, which has the best reputation, has not carried out massacres in recent decades.

The lifespan of most non-human races is longer than that of humans. Things that are already considered the past in the eyes of humans may still be vivid in their eyes.

The assets that they had accumulated and worked hard for in the city were burned and seized by the mob.

His family members in the city were killed by the mob, and their bodies were even stripped naked, impaled on dung pitchforks and carried through the streets like a festival parade, cheering and parading.

Hatred can make people sacrifice their own lives.

So the Squirrel Party began to retaliate and kill humans indiscriminately.

The spiral of blood and hatred is like a meat grinder, trying to squeeze out everyone's blood mixed with meat paste.

The non-human races in the Scoia'tael don't actually get along well with each other on a daily basis.

The dwarves were annoyed by the elves' music, and the elves were annoyed by the dwarves' rudeness.

But in the end, no one interfered with each other, and they even smiled at each other in a friendly manner when they met. Because they all knew that the core of the person's heart and spirit was a flame of revenge.

The rest is all irrelevant.

Therefore, when the elves are marching in a queue and occasionally look back, they will suddenly shout to the dwarves behind them to be careful!

"Attention!, Hou"

The word 'behind' was not even finished.

In the dark shade of leaves, a tall black shadow suddenly appeared!

There was a loud 'rustle' sound, which was the branches of the trees being pulled by the wind.

The dwarf wearing the squirrel tail pendant instinctively swung his axe backwards. This improvisation was not bad, but it was useless.

A big hand that could cover his entire head accurately and quickly avoided the axe blade, pressed the back of his head, and pinned him to the ground.

"Oh!"

The sound of the sturdy dwarf falling was also dull.

The elf's alarm woke up the entire team at the same time, and the Squirrel Party immediately switched from marching to combat.

The leader of this team seems to be a female elf.

She has short, neat hair and elf-style tattoos on her face. Overall, she would be an above-average beauty if there wasn't so much viciousness in her eyes.

"shooting!"

Without hesitation, or perhaps out of trust in the skills of her comrades, the female elf gave the order decisively and drew the elven long sword from her waist.

However, the performance of the tall black shadow on the opposite side completely exceeded the expectations of this group of Squirrels Party.

"Ding ding ding~"*N
A series of sparks from the collision of steel arrows and arm guards flashed among the trees.

The Scoia'tael had never seen anyone deal with such a fast and silent arrow in this way, not to mention that under such lighting conditions, the flying arrow could not even be captured by sight.

But the man did it without even a hint of effort.

Then, the wind howled.

The dwarf who was pinned to the ground and unconscious was picked up by a hand and thrown toward the Squirrels Party.

The whistling sound of the wind showed how powerful it was.

Like a bowling ball, the unconscious dwarf knocked down a row of seven or eight elves and halflings.

There was chaos on the spot.

Then, the demon hunter disappeared like smoke, and when he reappeared, he was already beside the female elf.

The whole hand grasped the elf girl's head and face, and the huge power surging under the skin of the palm could crush the head like a hydraulic press at any time.

There were still two dozen or so Scoia'tael around, and they just reacted now, aiming their bows and crossbows at Lan En.

"That's enough for now."

Lan En spoke calmly at first, but then...

"Ok!"

The demon hunter suddenly exclaimed.

With a turn of the wrist, the hard arm guard directly hit the elf's long sword that was chopping down at him.

The female elf didn't hesitate for even a moment.

He just chopped at her own head and face with all his strength!
If Lan En was an ordinary person, his palm would be chopped off, and if he couldn't control his strength, a large piece of the elf's face would also be cut off!

Lan En only needed to flip his wrist, combined with his natural skill, [Ashina Style: Dengli], to make the opponent's blade fly out of his hand.

But the female elf still did not hesitate.

She hugged Lan's arm, which was pressing on her face, and clung to him.

"Kill him! Quick!"

Her mouth was pressed down as she shouted with difficulty but decisively, making a dull sound.

Lan En frowned, looking at the female elf hanging on his hand like a koala.

Cruel and decisive, and ruthless even to himself.

Compared to the pure and noble elves who were as pure as gods that she came into contact with in the world of Arda, she was more like a human.

However, she thought that adding an extra person's weight to Lan's arms would be enough to restrain this formidable warrior.

This is totally wrong.

In a flash, Mentos had marked the calculated route on Lan's retina.

The female elf shouted decisively, but her subordinates reacted quickly and slowly.

Some people are always soft-hearted.

And on the other hand, her weight alone is meaningless compared to Lan En's muscles.

The person hanging on his hand made Lan En unable to activate the old hunter skill [Acceleration] from Yharnam.

So his boots simply made a dull, explosive stomping sound on the ground.

The entire tall figure made an even more ferocious sound of breaking wind!
All the incoming arrows were simply deflected by him without even turning his head. Mentos only used the image that Lan En glanced at sideways to calculate the trajectories of all the arrows present.

Then, Lan En, who didn't want to kill anyone in the first place, simply used the hand that was held by the female elf as if it were a human boxing glove.

"Bang, bang, bang" sound fell on the rest of the Squirrel Party.

No one was killed, but every member of the Squirrel Party was at least fainted, while the most serious ones vomited and fainted on the spot.

The female elf who was holding his hand had blood coming out of the corner of her mouth.

But until the last moment, the female elf still looked at Lan En fiercely.

"It ends here." After all the fighting had subsided and only people screaming in pain and twisting their bodies were left on the ground, Lan En reiterated his words.

"Look at the time. They should have walked out of the valley. I told them to travel light and run without stopping. You can't catch up with them."

But the female elf, whose hands and legs were pried apart by Lan En and placed on the ground, just sneered when she heard this.

"That's just, ahem, just killing a few hundred fewer humans. It's insignificant. Of course it's good to have them, but it's not a pity to lose them."

She spoke while coughing up bloody spit.

"The entire valley, all humans inside will die, the gluttonous demon will eat everything!"

(End of this chapter)