Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1235 1207. Good Place

Humans were large creatures in the natural world of the magical Middle Ages. A creature that could grab a human and fly would certainly be powerful enough to kill a human.

So from Berengar's perspective as a demon hunter, he should always be on guard against this kind of monster.

But Lan En, who walked beside him, curled his lips indifferently.

"Maybe it's because this creature is too weak in this natural world."

"They are too weak, so their personalities are not as ferocious and untamable as the monsters that can kill people in our place. I heard that the investigation team had a smooth time taming them."

Monsters that could kill people were considered a scourge in the magical Middle Ages.

But different worlds cannot be generalized.

Obviously, in the natural world of the New World, the creatures here have a unique understanding of the concepts of "power" and "ecological niche".

Berengar licked his lips, which were dry from the sweat he had just produced.

"Meriteli, are the monsters in this place so fierce?"

"If it weren't so fierce, no blacksmith would be able to make a sword as fierce as [Muddy Flow·Destruction], Berengar."

Lan En said with a smile.

"Isn't that what you came for?"

At this point, the shock of the new world in the old demon hunter's eyes gradually disappeared, and he sneered, looking very unpleasant: "Humph, that's indeed the truth."

"But, uh." The old demon hunter sneered and looked at Lan En, who was beginning to take off his left arm armor, with a bit of confusion, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, this is for you."

The young witcher said this in a nonchalant tone while putting the left arm armor he had taken off on Berengar.

".Wait! What's going on?"

The old witcher's already long face looked even longer now because he was open-mouthed in surprise.

The young demon hunter put on his arm armor and spoke.

"Don't move when you're in the air, or the pterosaur will follow your force and fly around randomly, and you'll feel dizzy."

As he spoke, Lan En pulled out a small section of the hook in the mechanical structure of the arm armor and showed it to Berengar.

"This hook can be extended to a very long extent. If you get tired of hanging on it with one hand, you can pull out a large part and wrap it around your feet to step on."

Berengar blinked, feeling that Lan was getting more and more wrong.

But before he could interrupt, he saw the young demon hunter skillfully whistled at the only remaining pterosaur on the tree.

The trained pterosaur took off and flew low over the sky.

Lann raised Berengar's left arm, which was already covered with armor, and pointed it into the air.

"We'll follow behind, bye!"

"Varied!"

Before Berengar could finish his question.

With a "click" sound, the mechanical bite started, and the hook was ejected and just caught on the saddle of the pterosaur.

Taking advantage of the inertia accumulated from the low-altitude flight, Berengar was taken into the sky by the pterosaur without a word.

It was not until it had flown dozens of meters high that the old witcher began to hear intermittent, frightened curses from the sky.

"Ahhh Lan! You bastard!"

"Don't scream! Berengar! Don't scream!"

Lan En, who was being cursed, was watching the fun and shouting instructions from below as if he was making a big fuss.

"If you shout, it will move! If it moves, it will fly off the track! Stop shouting!"

Looking at Aiden and Gray who flew up first, riding the pterosaur and flying with Berengar, he enthusiastically guided him in controlling the pterosaur.

Only then did Lan En turn over and jump onto Qilin's horse.

"Well, flying with the help of animals does seem very convenient."

On horseback, Tishaya, who was sitting in front of Lan, looked at Berengar flying away in the sky, smiled and nodded and commented.

Lan En took the fluff ball off Qilin's head and put it behind him, then patted Qilin's neck to give it a signal to set off.

They will rush directly to the south, and this route will vertically pass through half of the Great Anthill Wasteland and the entire Ancient Tree Forest, and finally reach the Star Stronghold on the coastline.
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By the afternoon, approaching night, the three people flying in the sky could already see the coastline of the New World.

Berengar was indeed very nervous at first. After all, even in his most exciting and dangerous career as a demon hunter, he had never experienced "going to heaven".

But Aiden and Gray took good care of him.

The old witcher felt a sense of alienation at first due to lack of familiarity.

Unconsciously resisting contact between Aiden and Gray.

But this subtle resistance is only effective for those who are delicate and sensitive.

Gray felt something, but didn't care, and Aiden didn't feel anything at all.

So the two of them began to teach Berengar the flying skills of controlling the pterosaur very enthusiastically.

Among them, Aiden also made several jokes about Berengar's learning ability and flying posture.

It stands to reason that when others are in a state of embarrassment and tension, such jokes are likely to lead to conflict and dissatisfaction. It can even be said to be inevitable.

But Aiden was such a cheerful guy, and his enthusiasm and passion were obvious to the eye.

When he offers advice and guidance, one can easily feel his kindness, and when he makes jokes, one can sense no malice at all.

It was like an old friend who knew each other well. Even Berengar, who was sensitive due to his own experience, couldn't help laughing at Aiden's joke.

Berengar, who had originally been resistant and distant, now happily chatted with the two people from the investigation team as a guest.

I wonder if this can be considered as a natural counter to tsundere from another perspective?
On the other hand, from the wasteland of giant anthills to the forest of ancient trees.

The unimaginably prosperous ecology of the New World and the fresh vitality that was so rich that it permeated almost every inch of the air shocked the old demon hunter from the bottom of his heart.

"We are now on a cleared flight path."

Aiden introduced it to Berengar enthusiastically.

"Flying also requires a route?" Berengar could have a familiar chat with the other party at this time, and even joked, "Why? Is it the same as sailing? If you deviate from the route, you will hit a reef or encounter an undercurrent?"

"It won't hit any reefs or undercurrents, Mr. Berengar." Gray also explained, "But the sky is also a territory designated by monsters. This route was 'fought out' by the hunters!"

The heat of the Great Anthill Wasteland had long been left behind, and Berengar, hanging under the Pterosaur, only felt the fresh breeze enveloping his whole body.

The setting sun shines on the distant sea, turning it into a large expanse of sparkling gold.

But although this scene is beautiful, it is not peaceful.

In the dense woods, in the forest formed by this super-large ancient tree, the root area and branch and leaf area have spread to cover tens of thousands of square kilometers.

Countless roars exploded between hunting and being hunted.

It was hard to imagine that Berengar had never thought that one day he would be able to hear the style of monsters from their roars.

In the magical Middle Ages, this was the argument of the Druids, who were generally considered to be "weirdos and hermits living under oak trees."

The heroic roar, the stern roar, the impatient roar, the angry roar, this ancient forest, at every moment, unscrupulously demonstrates the greatest feature of the New World -

That vigorous vitality.

On land, the Qilin and the two humans and one cat on its back were also taking in the sights and sounds of this ecologically prosperous forest.

Although Tishaya only had the magic power stored in her body to use at this time, she still generated a magic shield in front of the Qilin.

Used to avoid the damage that may be caused by the Qilin's extremely fast speed and scratching the branches and leaves of trees.

With the speed at which the Qilin was moving along the ground closely following the Pterosaur, if it just brushed against a branch, it would be no different from being hit head-on by a swung whip.

The body of the ancient dragon Qilin can certainly withstand the various reactions brought about by its own speed, but the person on its back cannot.

The flying speed of Pterosaur is trustworthy.

Even with the people on board, it took it a short time to return to the Star Base.

The headquarters of the New World Survey Team.

What you see is still the rough yet solid building, which undoubtedly has a wild and natural style.

A huge water wheel was built beneath the waterfall, allowing humans to harness the power of nature to operate the entire base, including the large machinery within it.

"Land~Land~Steady! Watch your feet!"

Aiden in the sky loudly instructed Berengar to land, but the old witcher, who had long been away from combat and other coordinated activities with his hands and feet, still failed to do it perfectly.

When he landed, his steps could not keep up with his body and he fell forward.

But just when Berengar closed his eyes and thought about throwing himself hard.

Aiden behind him simultaneously unhooked his slingshot hook from the pterosaur, then rushed forward and hugged Berengar.

The two men rolled on the ground, completely relieving the impact.

"Ha!" Aiden brushed the dust off his armor and stood up with a smile, "I've already told you, Berengar. Lan En will let you go up the pterosaur only if I'm watching over you. I'm very good at it!"

The old witcher first lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath.

The amount of exercise this time was really stimulating for his life in recent years.

But when he looked up, Aiden and Gray both bent down with a smile and held out their hands to him.

So the old witcher also closed his eyes, took a long breath and smiled, then held their hands and stood up in one breath.

"Yes, I am quite good at it. But this is my first time flying. What else do you want from me?"

The old witcher also complained familiarly.

At this moment, a sound of horse hooves with a slight electric sound suddenly approached behind them.

The Qilin, with its rapid speed, stopped behind the three of them as if it had just finished a walk.

On the horse's back, in front of Lan was sitting Tishaya, who was smiling and whistling.

"Phew! Flying seems to be putting you in a good mood, Berengar?"

"Stop smiling at me."

Berengar angrily took off the arm armor on his left hand and threw it at Lan.

But after Lan En caught it easily, he couldn't help but smile.

"But you're really right, you bastard."

"Oh? What did I say?"

Lan tilted his head with a knowing smile on his face, while Gray unconsciously looked away from his face.

The old witcher stretched his shoulders and neck and let out a long sigh.

“It’s really a great place to go on vacation.”

(End of this chapter)