Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1196 1178. ‘The Demon of Gluttony’

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

Because since the Scoia'tael have decided to use the attack to delay time, they will never attack just once.

They want to prevent this group of humans from getting out before that thing comes to the Pontal Valley. They will definitely harass them many times and slow down the progress.

"But the Scoia'tael are not that monster."

Lan En wiped his finger across a leaf in the bush, and the fingertips of the steel-plated leather gloves were immediately stained with a trace of blood.

He hummed softly.

"Fortunately, I couldn't feel anything when I walked past the monster's territory. I thought my senses were disabled."

He put his fingers under his nose and sniffed, and the smell of blood was immediately remembered by the demon hunter's senses, and pointed out the direction of movement.

In a chaotic and ecologically normal mountain range, there must be a lot of various biological pheromones.

But the witcher's senses are enough to identify his target and keep pursuing it.

That's why Lan En felt that something was wrong when he couldn't feel anything when he was exploring that area.

Now is the normal situation.

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

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

"This is just a group of Scoia'tael, not a big problem." Lan stood up, looked into 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 port and Haji Fortress."

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

The kitten squatted on Gu Long's back, its furry little face full of seriousness.

It nodded heavily: "Qilin and I will keep a close watch and come to pick you up as soon as possible, meow! Let's beat that monster's **** till it urinates!"

After saying that, the figures of Gu Long and Eluma disappeared into the dense bushes of the mountains amid the sound of swaying branches and leaves.

After reaching a distance, there was a "sizzling" sound like the pulsation of electricity, and a dull sound of breaking wind.

Until these sounds disappeared, Lan En turned his head, and his cat eyes began to glow slightly under the already dark sky.

The demon hunter's senses are activated, and the world becomes extremely colorful.

Nostrils twitching, Lan En captured the scent molecules in the air and began to track them into the distance.

He noticed the messy footprints on the ground and the scratch marks on the bushes and branches.

All these are like bright street signs in his eyes.

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

—Their attack was really not well organized.

Just to delay time.

Halfway through the chase, Lan discovered a diversion in the Scoia'tael's route.

A group of people with the smell of blood returned to the depths of the mountains, while the other group of people with only the smell of sweat continued along the river valley.

"Evacuate the wounded, and those with combat capabilities will continue to plan follow-up attacks."

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

This conjecture was very reasonable, so Lan En quickened his pace. His speed in the forest was almost like a shadow.

Soon, he caught up with the Scoia'tael who wanted 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 mountainous land made their footsteps shallower and deeper, but no one spoke, and everyone's eyes were flashing with anger and hatred.

Their hats or belts were decorated with squirrel tails.

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

And can they not know that they are actually a knife?

None of them knew it, but because of their hatred, none of them cared.

Except for Temeria, the remaining three countries in the north have all experienced massacres of non-human races in important cities.

Even Temeria, which has the best reputation, has only not committed massacres in recent decades.

Most non-human races have longer life spans than humans. Things that are considered past in the eyes of humans may still be vivid in their eyes.

The assets he had accumulated and worked hard for in the city were burned and occupied by the mob.

His family members in the city were killed by the mob, and the corpses were even stripped naked and held up on dung forks, cheering and swaggering through the city like a festival parade.

Hatred can make people risk their lives.

So the Scoia'tael also 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.

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

The dwarves are tired of the elves playing music, and the elves hate the rudeness of the dwarves.

But in the end, they didn't interfere with each other, and even smiled friendly when they met. Because they all know that the core of the heart and spirit of the person in front of them is a flame of revenge.

The rest is all insignificant.

Therefore, when the elf accidentally turns around while marching in the queue, he will suddenly shout to let the dwarves behind him be careful!

"Attention!, after"

I haven't had time to finish the word 'behind'.

In the gloomy leaf shade, a tall black shadow suddenly appeared!

There was an explosion of "crack", which was the branches and leaves of the trees being pulled by the wind.

The dwarf wearing a squirrel tail pendant instinctively raised his ax backward. This kind of on-the-spot response cannot be said to be inferior, but it is useless.

A big hand that could wrap around his entire head accurately and quickly avoided the ax blade, and pressed the back of his head, knocking him down to the ground.

"Bang!"

The sound of the stocky dwarf falling was also dull.

The elves' alarm woke up the entire team at the same time, and the Scoia'tael immediately changed from marching state to fighting state.

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

She has short, sleek hair and elf-style tattoos on her face. Generally speaking, she is an above-average beauty, if only her eyes were not so vicious.

"shooting!"

There was no hesitation, or it was trust in the skills of his comrades around him. The female elf gave the order decisively and drew the elf sword from her waist.

But the performance of the tall black figure on the opposite side completely exceeded the expectations of this group of Scoia'tael.

“Ding ding ding~”*N

A series of steel arrows collided with the arm guard, and sparks exploded in the woods.

The Scoia'tael have never seen anyone deal with fast and silent arrows in this way, not to mention that under such lighting conditions, the flying arrows are not even possible to be caught by sight.

But the man did it without even a trace of difficulty.

Then, the wind howled.

The dwarf was pushed to the ground and fell unconscious. His stocky body was lifted up by one hand and thrown towards the Scoia'tael.

The howling wind showed how powerful it was.

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

There was chaos on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the demon hunter disappeared like blue smoke. When he reappeared, he was already at the side of the female elf.

He held the female elf's head and face with his whole hand, and the huge power surging under the skin of his palm could crush the head like a hydraulic machine at any time.

There were still more than twenty Scoia'tael around, and they only now reacted, aiming their bows and crossbows at Lan En.

"That's enough for now."

Lan En said calmly at first, but then.

"Um!"

The witcher suddenly exclaimed.

Turning his wrist, the hard arm guard directly hit the elf sword that was slashed at him.

This female elf didn't even hesitate for a moment just now.

Just chop it at her own head and face with all your strength!

If Lan En were an ordinary person, his palm would be chopped off at this moment. If he couldn't hold back, a large piece of the female elf's face would be cut off!

But Lan En only had the power to flip his wrist, and combined with his already natural skill, [Wei Mingren·Dengli], the opponent's deflected blade flew away directly.

But the female elf still didn't hesitate.

She hugged Lan En's arm that was pressing on her face with her backhand, and clung to it with her whole body.

"Kill him! Quick!"

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

Lan En frowned and looked at the female elf hanging on his hand like a koala.

Ruthless, decisive, and merciless to himself.

She is more like a human being compared to the pure and noble elves who are like gods that she comes into contact with in the world of Arda.

However, she thought that adding an extra person's weight to Lan En's arm would restrain this terrifying warrior.

This is completely wrong.

In the blink of an eye, Mentos had marked the calculated route on Lan En's retina.

The female elf shouted decisively, but her men's reactions varied quickly and slowly.

There are always some people with softer hearts.

And on the other hand, her weight is really meaningless in front of Lan En's muscles.

The person hanging on his hand prevented Lan En from activating the old hunter skill [Acceleration] from Yanan.

So his boots simply made a dull and crackling stomping sound on the ground.

The entire tall body made a more ferocious sound of breaking wind!

All the incoming arrows were simply deflected by him without looking back. Mentos only used the image of Lan En's sideways glance 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 held by the female elf to put on a personal fist glove.

"Dong dong dong" hit the rest of the Scoia'tael.

No one was killed, but every Scoia'tael was at least breathless, and at worst, vomited or passed out on the spot.

The female elf holding his hand was already bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

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

"That's it." After all the fighting had subsided and only people on the ground were left screaming in pain and twisting their bodies, Lan En reiterated his words.

"Look at the time, they should have walked out of the valley. I asked them to travel lightly and run non-stop. You can't catch up."

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

"That's just, ahem, just killing a few hundred humans less. It's insignificant. It's great to have them, and it's not a pity to lose them."

She said as she coughed up **** spit.

"The entire river valley, all the humans in it will die, and the gluttonous demons will eat everything!"