Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1217 1199. Bonfire
The outer perimeter of the elven ruins was cleanly and neatly smashed into a large hole when the Tyrannosaurus Rex rushed in.

Now he is facing the mountains and fields outside.

After Lan En shouted there, there was silence at first, and then the people in the bushes seemed to see that Lan En had no self-doubt at all.

Only then did I let go of my tiny hope.

With a "rustle", the bushes, branches, leaves and grass of the surrounding trees shook.

An elf man came out.

He is a little bigger than the average elf, and seems to be one of the better-built human males.

He was wearing a simple but sturdy mix of leather armor and mail, with a long sword and several daggers hanging around his waist and a longbow on his back.

But the most eye-catching thing is the red scarf covering his right eye.

This is a one-eyed elf.

"Io?"

Sakia called out a name in surprise, but the male elf opposite remained unmoved.

"Know him?" Lan En asked Sakia without turning his head, his eyes still looking at the male elf.

"We chatted a few words, but we're not just 'acquaintances'." Sakia was a little surprised at first, wondering how she could see him here.

But then the green dragon warrior looked up and down at the male elf and shook her head.

"I guess the name he told me was a fake one, so we can't say we know each other."

"Iorveth." The male elf suddenly said his first words after coming out of hiding, "This time it's my real name."

"It's hard to say whether it's true or not." Lan En waved his hands casually. "Come in and talk?"

"You don't have any hope of escaping from me, do you?"

The elf looked calmly at the corpse of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which, even though it was motionless, was still shocking enough.

"Of course." The elf who claimed his real name was Iorveth said calmly, "I hate humans, but I am not the kind of fool who would devalue my enemies just because of my hatred."

"I now know how strong you are, Lan of Cintra."

As he spoke, the elf opened his arms, put away the knives, daggers, long swords and other things on his body, and then walked into the elven ruins with a gap.
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The night grew darker, but fortunately the moon in the sky was still huge.

Lan and Flannel Ball lit a bonfire, then simply took out some food from their alchemical leather bags and prepared to heat it up over the bonfire.

Lan En had consumed a lot of energy in his previous battle with the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

And since Sakia herself was injured, it would be best to keep her warm in the mountains on a spring night.

The demon hunter gave the Qilin several pieces of special rations, which it gnawed happily.

And thanks to the fact that there are so many space expansion packs produced by Aretusa gathered here, the food here is actually quite particular.

Margarita has always been generous in maintaining a high quality of life.

So in addition to the large amount of filling food that Lan En took out, the sorceress also took out an unopened bottle of Vermentino red wine from her small handbag, as well as a complete set of high-end wine glasses with gold patterns inlaid on the glass.

In order to avoid the blood and stench on the Tyrannosaurus, they came to the garden in the elven ruins.

The wild roses bloomed vigorously under the influence of the slight chaotic magic that existed here.

Combined with the artistic reliefs in the elven ruins and the spreading vegetation, the atmosphere and scenes look very good at first glance.

"Thanks, Flannel Ball. How about you, Mr. Iorveth, so-called? Care for a drink?"

Lan sat on a piece of collapsed marble, thanking the cat Elu who had put slices of cheese and ham on his bread, and asked the elf on the other side of the campfire.

"The red wine produced by Toussaint Vermentino Estate has a mellow taste and a strong peppery flavor, which is very suitable for pairing with meat and cheese."

The elf calmly took the wine glass that Lan En handed him, but just held it in his hand without any intention of drinking.

"Don't waste it." Margarita hadn't started drinking yet, but she had already leaned her upper body towards Lan En and said with a smile, "I know him. He won't kill you suddenly. If the situation is not urgent, he will even tell you clearly before killing you."

"I'm not unable to drink because of fear, sorceress. It's just that what I saw tonight was too bizarre, causing my mind to be confused now."

Iorveth spoke to Margarita coldly, and this attitude seemed to be related to his status.

"This elven ruins, is it your base?" Lan En changed the subject while eating, and Margarita did not care about Iorveth.

"The Scoia'tael's base in the Pontar Valley."

The sorceress began to support her cheeks and watch her lover eat beside her.

She always wondered why Lan En ate very quickly but still looked orderly.

The armor plates on the elf's gloves and the glass in his hand made a slight sound because they were suddenly tightened.

"Did you see it?"

Iorveth asked the question in an affirmative tone.

"There are many signs of life here." Lan En nodded casually. "Although the Tyrannosaurus destroyed most of the traces when it rushed in, I had already taken a look before that." Iorveth himself did not react much. Instead, Sakia, who was sitting by the campfire, looked at him with strange eyes.

"You are indeed a Scoia'tael."

The elf himself simply nodded indifferently.

"We were originally planning to lure the White Mist Tyrannosaurus here."

He adopted Lan's name for the Tyrannosaurus Rex with some uncertainty.

"Let it eat up the floating harbor, and then the Haji Fortress upstream. Unfortunately, you met Ella and the others before, right?"

"A Scoia'tael team led by a female elf?" The witcher nodded. "We encountered them. They seemed surprised too. The Deviljhovenosaurus was led to a place close to the exit of the valley."

Iorveth covered his head with his hands and sighed, which revealed a flower tattoo on his neck below his collar.

"I took a risk and took a look. They were the wounded soldiers who were being evacuated. When they were evacuating, they were accidentally caught by the Devil May Cry."

"Then the Deviljhodon that was supposed to be led here first ate my wounded troops, and because it had deviated from the planned trajectory and was close to your location at that time, it was attracted to the valley exit that was even further away from the road."

Chance, mistakes, accidents and errors have led to the current situation.

The Squirrel Party, who had intended to use the Deviljho, to kill all the humans in the Pontar Valley, had now backfired, killing all the wounded, and almost losing their last remaining manpower.

But it all started with their own attack plan.

Margarita leaned against her lover, holding a wine glass in her hand, with a lazy and indifferent smile on her face.

"This is really unlucky," the sorceress said. "Will you blame the humans for this, Scoia'tael?"

Margarita shares the same view as many warlocks. They do not discriminate against non-human races, and they hate the discriminatory policies of the kings and the culture of discrimination against non-human races in the kingdom.

Warlocks are generally sympathetic to the current social treatment of non-human races.

After all, the magic of this world has been closely related to those ancient races from the beginning.

The dean of Ban Ader, the oldest and most powerful human sorcerer today, Heng Gedimitis was the first human to be introduced to the elves to study.

But the sympathy of the warlocks is not actually very specific.

It’s like sympathizing with the vulnerable groups in society, except that now the vulnerable groups happen to be non-human races.

The Scoia'tael are a non-human guerrilla group that indiscriminately attacks all humans in the wild, and even breaks into outposts and toll booths, leaving no one alive inside.

Margarita's attitude towards such people can be described as lukewarm, with a hint of sarcasm.

"My hatred for humanity is enough to dye the entire Pontar River black, sorceress."

In the face of Margarita's implied hurtful words, Iorveth responded calmly.

"I won't randomly assign blame, because my hatred is enough. So, it was us who messed up and killed my wounded."

"Heh." The sorceress raised the exquisite wine glass in her hand towards Iorveth with a fake smile, "Then you really have a clear distinction between what you like and what you hate."

The male elf looked at the sorceress with his one eye. There was nothing special about the look in his eyes. The way he looked at every human was enough to make people feel cold.

But it seemed that because of his current situation, he did not retaliate against the sorceress's cold words.

But after the sorceress and Iorveth finished their veiled conversation, there was another person present.

“But is it all worth it?”

Sakia stared at the flickering flames and asked softly in a calm, decisive but pleasant voice.

"What do you want to say?"

"All of this." Sakia spoke calmly to Iorveth, "Humans kill you, you kill humans, and both sides are getting more and more crazy."

In the silence, the only sound was the crackling of the burning campfire.

Suddenly, in this environment that was so silent that only white noise remained, the one-eyed elf chuckled.

"what!"

He even took his first sip of Toussaint's Vermentino.

Then, he tilted his head and looked at the green dragon female warrior sitting by the campfire, as if he was looking at a child.

"You seem to think you know everything and understand everything, Sakia."

"You are a green dragon, which makes you feel that you are outside of humans and elves, and have a 'bystander's clear vision', right? But in fact..."

The one-eyed elf's lips moved, savoring the aroma of red wine on the tip of his tongue.

"You're just a brat, Sakia."

The sorceress, the demon hunter, and even the green dragon warrior herself had no reaction to Iorveth's words.

On the contrary, the fluff ball let out a soft "meow" in surprise, and looked curiously at the big "little kid" next to it.

(End of this chapter)