Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2 2. The Unexpected Son
The intersection of Lane and Bordeaux was an accident.

In other words, it was an accident that he came to this magical medieval environment.

A college student with sound parents and healthy growth both mentally and physically.

There's no reason to be in a savage and dark world after inexplicably traveling through the endless void.

There's magic here, but it's not flourishing, at least not to the level of influencing social processes.

Therefore, in a backward social background, human life is worthless.

In the woods of Waylon, as long as human beings dare to walk tens of meters, the shadow of death will already wrap around their bodies.

Starved to death, died of disease, killed by wild beasts or monsters, or simply poisoned to death by an unknown bug bite. Most of the Velenians have become numb to the death around them.

The modern college student hears of life in the past only in a few pages of the history books.

He knew that apart from magic and monsters, the life of the Viren people was the life of the ancient commoners.

But he knows that he still finds it difficult to accept this cruel and heavy life that has long been far away from him before his eyes.

Death is all too common.

As a great writer said, this is an era where "people want to be dogs but can't".

What was neither good luck nor bad luck was that Lan En was not a commoner.

—He became the "surprise son" of Bordon.

He was "made" into the same kind, that is, a witcher.

The "Law of Unexpectedness" is an unwritten law that is generally recognized and followed by the world.

Its origins are as old as human history.

Its content is: the person who rescues others can, according to the law of accident, offer rewards to the rescued person, asking for the first thing the rescued person sees when he returns home, or something that the rescued person does not know. Known but something he already has - usually a child acquired by the rescued when he leaves home, such a child is called an "accidental child".

Even in the magical Middle Ages, supernatural powers were a scarce resource.

To have the opportunity to master supernatural power, for a modern college student who is frightened by the cruel living environment, it should be something to be thankful for.

But
"What is our goal this time?"

Lan En's handsome face of the yellow race looked around, carefully steered the old horse to avoid a tree trunk, and walked in front of Boerdong.

This big man with thick hair like a brown bear will not rest assured that he will be out of sight for a long time.

There was a slit in the middle of the bushy beard, which was Porton's lips.

"Maybe it's two or three small mist demons gathered together, or a mist demon that is old enough. The range and magic power of that fog are within this category."

"You can't even determine the quantity? It's too much preparation."

Lan En's body did not show any emotional fluctuations, but Bo Erdong's invisible face had already frowned slightly.

Demon hunters are stronger than ordinary people, but in terms of basic quality alone, it is basically impossible to surpass the combined strength of five ordinary people.

Demon hunters dare to hunt monsters because of their skills, knowledge, and most importantly—experience.

Accurately detect the type and quantity of the prey from the clues, learn the abilities and weaknesses of the prey based on your own knowledge reserves, and then fight an "asymmetrical battle" after complete preparations.

That's how the witcher works.

If Boerdong's pre-war preparations were at this level, then he would never have had the chance to grow such a beard.

When he was still a boy, he should have died in some wasteland!
In Lan En's heart, he already had an answer to this.

Ice-like eyes climbed up Lan En's spine, and a tone as cold as the eyes came.

"You take the lead and make good use of Kunen."

Not a negotiation, but an order.

Demon hunters of the Bear School generally lost their emotions, and therefore lost even the most basic verbal cover when sending people to death.

Lan En nodded flatly.

If it hadn't been used as cannon fodder to save hunting costs, then he should have been lucky to have this pair of cat's eyes.

And it was beside the field ridge that the two had just passed by.

The farmer who survived the catastrophe bowed obsequiously and humbled, pointing to a pool of blood in his field to four soldiers wearing Temerian armor.

It was left by his faithful family dog.

The farmer was babbling, and the soldier was a little annoying. His iron gauntlet was raised in the air, as if he was about to hit the farmer in the face in the next second.

After a few reprimands, the farmer pointed out a direction.

The four soldiers looked in that direction, tilted their heads, spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, cursed and turned on their horses.

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For some reason, Bordon is now wanted by the lord of Velen.

However, it is conceivable that the level of law enforcement is equivalent to that of the Middle Ages, so although the witcher deliberately hides his tracks, he does not intend to stop the task of hunting demons related to food and expenses.

And he doesn't even intend to pay the "cost" of hunting!
Lan En and Bo Erdong, the two of them were already standing in front of a valley depression formed by intersecting hillsides.

In the hollow of the valley was a looming pile of rocks.

The reason why it is indistinct is because there is a layer of yellow, yellow, green and green mist that suddenly covers a large area of ​​land.

The wind does not move, and the water vapor does not sink.

Lan En glanced at the roaring bear head necklace on Bo Erdong's neck, the delicate bear head was trembling slightly.

It sensed the magic in the mist.

Judging from the degree of tremor, the magic power is not strong.

The abdominal cavity growled because of hunger, but Lan En still moved his body seriously.

The loyal dog had eaten up, and Pouldong left him a dog's head.

Not much meat, but Lane has gotten used to it.

The man didn't intentionally starve Lan En out of evil intentions. In fact, he couldn't get pleasure from his evil deeds at all.

But a person who doesn't secrete emotional hormones, you can't expect him to care much about his "tools".

Bo Erdong didn't want Lan En to starve, but he didn't care whether Lan En was full or not.

Witcher hunters are very tolerant, and therefore very hungry.

When Lan En was moving his body, he didn't see Boerdong take out the potion from the medicine bag, nor did he pull out the two swords on his back and apply sword oil.

Generally speaking, both of these things can significantly increase the witcher's advantage over monsters.

Apart from being expensive and toxic, there are few downsides.

As the main force, Boerdong is obviously unwilling to spend this money this time.

Then Lan En, as a striker and a spy, must take risks for the saving of Boerdong.

This is exactly how Pauldon "used" him.

"Now, move on."

After tying up the horse, the bearded man pulled out one of the two swords behind his back amidst the low sound of metal friction.

One and a half swords shining with cold silver light.

And the way he looked at Lan En's back was as warm as that sword light.

It was icy cold without the slightest fluctuation.

In front of the young man was an unknown number and strength of fog demons.

It or they can create fog, invisibility, and smarter ones can shape the fog to make phantoms.

This gray-white skinned humanoid scavenger has sharp and sharp claws, and its thin arms can unload the heads of dogs or sheep when it is swung. The cotton armor will be torn like paper in front of them.

An ordinary farmer would have his stomach cut open within five seconds even if he was full of vigilance, and his stomach would flow all over the place.

Not to mention the ability of this monster, it is the type that is good at sneak attacks.

And behind the young man, a demon hunter who had already hunted and killed an unknown number of monsters and was able to move freely while wearing an armor weighing at least [-] kilograms pulled out the silver sword behind him.

Silver can restrain monsters and is soft in nature.But that is a sword with an iron core covered with silver, so there is no problem in chopping people.

And Lan En didn't seem to feel a little bit, that delicate face remained motionless as if he had really lost all his emotions.

It's just that the cotton armor on his body was tightened again with his hands, and his eyes looked blankly at the void.

On his retina, there is a clear and concise view.

"Name: Lane
Race: Demon Hunter (Magical Modifier)

Skill: Xiong School swordsmanship (practice plan has been formulated. Instructing—interrupted. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

Knowledge of Potions (recording. Deployment guidance—interrupted. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

Kunen Fayin (Practice plan [Elementary] has been formulated. Guidance is interrupted. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

"

The knowledge related to the life of the witcher was listed one by one.

Swordsmanship, magic potion, magic seal... But at the end, there will always be four big characters in black and bold, "Insufficient computing power".

On the series of "insufficient computing power", a series of arrows are clearly marked together, indicating the whereabouts of this precious computing power.

It was a bright red progress bar marked "under analysis" that was almost finished.

The eyes behind him became colder and colder, but Lan En remained calm and turned off the projection on the retina with his thoughts.

Time to work.

　Newcomer, new book!Ask for collection!Ask for a ticket!In short, ask for everything! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)