Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1171 1153. Acknowledgement and Teaching

The campfire was crackling quietly, the flames flickered, and the roar of monsters whose directions could no longer be identified came from the woods in the distance.

Lan En did not speak. His cat eyes, which were slightly shining in the dim light, just quietly looked at the knights who were resting around the campfire or on duty.

After a long silence

"You... I have been impressed."

The corners of Lan En's mouth raised a beautiful arc in the shadow.

"We are just following the footsteps of General Hackso and your ideas."

Lincoln knelt on one knee towards Lan En and said in a deep voice.

All the knights also looked at Lan En seriously and were proud of it.

"Ha." Lan En chuckled, and there was a hint of pleasure in his laughter.

"The night is still long now." The subject suddenly changed, and the demon hunter seemed to have started a new conversation, looking at the moonlight revealed through the gaps in the leaves above his head and said.

Lincoln raised his head from his half-kneeling position and looked at him in confusion. The other knights were also confused.

Suddenly, Lan En called the Feycat who was tidying up his small bed with his little paws without turning his head.

"Fluff Ball."

"Meow?"

The calico Feycat shook his ears and raised his head in confusion.

"Practice with them before going to bed." Lan En said with a chuckle, "Use the swordsmanship I taught you."

Lincoln and the other ember knights understood in an instant, their eyes eager and surprised.

It was the Feycat himself who was slow.

However, for the Feycat, hearing that he could practice with the warriors, he immediately became energetic.

"Woohoo! Okay! Who will go first, meow!"

Feycat jumped and pulled out his scabbard Thundercat sword from the package that had been placed, and stood next to the campfire with his hands on his waist.

If a human did this, it would only make people feel frivolous and arrogant, but Feycat was just right.

Lincoln was eager to try, but he still looked at Lan En on the other side of the campfire with an inquiring look.

"No matter how you fight, the fluff ball is very powerful, don't underestimate it. However."

The demon hunter chuckled at first, but then his tone became serious.

And his eyes were not limited to Lincoln, but scanned every ember knight.

"You must study hard."

"Since you all have this understanding that surprises me, then perhaps. The tasks I assign to you in the future will be more difficult and complicated than you can imagine."

There was no hesitation or confusion in the eyes of Lincoln and every ember knight, only eagerness.

With a "swish", Lincoln stood up from half-kneeling first, and drew out the elf-style long sword at his waist, and walked towards the kitten who was already eager to try by the campfire.

"We are the embers in the fire, and the adults are just burning for our duties!"

Lan En didn't say much, just turned his head and told the fluff ball.

"Fight slower and breathe more clearly."

Then, a moment later, the sound of swords clashing began to sound. In the unique and skillful swordplay, the crisp "clang clang clang" sound continued.

The Kirin stretched his head to look at the campfire for a while, but then he yawned, and a few blue arcs burst out of his mouth.

Then he turned his head to the other side and put his head on the ground to sleep.

——

Along the way, the knights and the fluff ball began to have this exchange every night.

The fluff ball was very happy. After all, the knights were completely different from the monsters it was used to dealing with. Although they did not have the hard scales and hard skin of the monsters, nor did they have such exaggerated physical strength and power.

But the knights had brains, understood tactics and decision-making, and were able to use weapons skillfully. Their bodies were very flexible even under armor.

These characteristics were usually the advantages that the fluff ball had when dealing with monsters, but now, the opponent was the same as it.

The members of the Knights were also very happy. These ten Ember Knights were the best "honorary swordsmen" in the Knights.

Their swordsmanship foundation, swordsmanship talent and creativity were all the best.

After Lan En's campfire talk that night, these smart guys naturally understood Lan En's meaning.

—— He will teach the Ember Knights his own sword.

The Knights abandoned the conventional half-hand sword and armed sword and switched to the elf-style long sword. This was a spontaneous imitation behavior out of respect for the chief officer.

But after being taught swordsmanship, this behavior was equivalent to being recognized and praised by Lan En.

Regardless of the progress of swordsmanship, the meaning of this behavior alone is enough to make the Ember Knights happy.

And if we talk about the progress of swordsmanship.

"Inhale~exhale~"

With the bumps on the horse's back, the Ember Knights, who should have been riding a horse as if it were flat ground, now frowned and panted loudly.

From time to time, they coughed a few times.

As long as the knight maintains this deep breathing for a period of time, the figure on the horseback will naturally rise and fall, and it seems to be more upright.

But after the breath stops, it will return to the original state.

[Ashina Style: Trunk Breathing].

After actual combat training with the flannel ball, and Lan En's language explanation beside them, the ten honorary swordsmen who already have a foundation and talent in swordsmanship have made very fast progress in the process of mastering the new technology.

In a few days, they can maintain a short breathing rhythm on the bumpy horseback.

"Do you want me to change to another sword next time?"

From in front of Lan En, nimbly turned behind Qilin during his trot, and the fluffy ball lowered his head and said to Lincoln.

Lincoln rode his horse to follow Lan En's side. Although the horses of the Embers Knights are of excellent pedigree, Qilin's shoulder height alone is more than two meters.

So normal knights and horses always look relatively "small" next to Lan En and Qilin.

"It's too easy to use the [Thundercat Sword] to deal with armored vehicles, meow. You will have disordered breathing because of the electric shock when you are just touched, meow."

After several days of sparring, the Embers Knights asked the fluffy ball to draw the sword during sparring instead of using the sheathed long sword.

As a result, the [Thundercat Sword] mixed with Qilin's mane and ashen horn fragments won a good result of five consecutive victories on the night it appeared.

"No, no, Lord Flannel Ball."

Lincoln tried to maintain his breathing on horseback while trying to speak without disordering his breathing.

"If this breathing should be practiced into a habit, then it is necessary to practice it under various obstacles."

"You are really brave, meow!"

Flannel Ball praised Lincoln and other Embers Knights.

At this time, Lan En and the knights had just passed the inn with a common name but a high reputation in the north of Velen - the Inn at the Crossroads.

This inn is not luxurious at all, and there is no service. It is because of its good location that almost every caravan will pass by to rest, so it has become famous.

But the inn owner seems to think that there is no need to redecorate or improve the quality of service because of this.

It's a seller's market.

Lan En made a small replenishment of his several space expansion packs here.

Mainly bread, cheese, butter and so on, as well as five roast chickens and six roast fish.

After all, he was responsible for the baggage of this team at this time, and this little food was eaten quickly.

When they came to the north of Velen, they got rid of the humid environment and the stench of the swamp, and the density of monsters was significantly reduced.

The southern Velen is generally low in terrain, resulting in puddles and pools everywhere.

In the weather without rain, the ground was wet and clumping with boots.

The northernmost part of Velen is the Pontar River, and on the other side of the river is Redania.

So at this time, Lan En and his companions only need to turn around and head east, and they can go upstream along the Pontar River from the northern border of Temeria all the way to Elland.

In the process, Lan En passed through Vizima after walking for another two days.

He did not enter the city because he knew that entering the city would only cause trouble.

Although Foltest had sincerely invited him before, he felt that this method of keeping a distance from the political center of Temeria was quite useful, so he never went in once.

But when he passed the Dark Water outside the city, he went into the tavern in the village to replenish supplies.

There are still some old acquaintances in the village. The two daughters of the village chief are now a little grown up, and many young people are around them.

The half-merfolk seemed to have regained some vitality in the underwater kingdom, although Lan En did not see the half-merfolk wearing breathing masks on the shore in broad daylight.

But in front of the statue of the Lady of the Lake outside the village, Lan saw some offerings that were obviously not in line with human customs.

Lan waited in front of the statue of the Lady of the Lake and did not enter the village. Lincoln led the team to buy supplies.

But Taller, the intelligence chief under Foltest, received the news and trotted all the way from the village to find Lan.

"I have been waiting for you here." The intelligence chief was sweating profusely, and his eyes could not even hold the monocle. He looked up at Lan and complained. "Who knew you didn't come at all?"

"For... something over there?"

Lan ignored Taller's complaints and just pointed to the northeast. That was the direction of the Pontar River Valley.

"What the hell could it be?" Taller responded with a mouthful of swear words.

"Hey, if you had come here, I would have told you at that time, and there would be no need to let the messenger go to Gos Velen to find you."

"What do you mean?" Lan En frowned slightly, he heard something wrong, "Let him run an extra trip. Is this a big deal?"

At this point, Taler sighed in annoyance and scratched his bald head again.

"Hey, of course it's not a big deal, it's just a messenger. It's just a pity, he was still quite young."

"What do you mean?"

"He died." Taler said simply and shook his head. "He died on the way back."

"Dead?"

Lan En asked in surprise.

"Yes, he was shot in the back and died at that time. He lost consciousness on the horse's back. When the horse was found, it looked like it was bathed in blood."

In addition to pity, there was also a kind of indifference in Taler's words.

He felt sorry for the young messenger, but this happened in this world, and it was really indifferent.

It's like talking about something as common as getting ripped off while buying groceries in the morning.