Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1191 1173. Chaotic mountain road

Sachia jumped off his horse and drew the knight's long sword from his waist.

The crowded mountain road was now full of burning tarpaulins and car frames. Although ordinary horses that had not undergone war horse training still had the advantage of mobility, they were no longer reliable in terms of controllability.

These frightened horses might rush into the mountain stream with people on their backs.

The squirrel party was rushing down from the high ground on one side of the mountain road.

Among them were dwarves, elves, and several halflings wielding short swords and daggers.

A dwarf wielded an axe, hoping to use the advantage of his low body position to directly sweep the axe across and cut off the ankle of the female warrior, or smash it through the armor.

If Lan En was here, he would most likely raise his front foot just in time when the axe blade approached, letting the axe blade pass by his feet.

However, although Sakia's eyesight and skills were excellent, they were still not as good as Lan En's.

But there was one thing. Her physical fitness was not ordinary compared to normal people.

The female warrior in armor took off directly at this time!

There was no skill at all, but because of the strong power of her legs, she didn't look clumsy at all.

The armor on her whole body was shaken by her sudden force.

The leather straps between the armor parts were stretched straight.

The dwarf who chopped with an axe was shocked.

But just as he opened his mouth in shock, a knight's long sword chopped down on his head!

Amid the crisp sound of metal hitting each other, the helmet on the dwarf's head was smashed into a five-centimeter-deep dent by the sword blade.

It didn't cut through, but blood was already flowing down from the dwarf's head like earthworms, and his pupils rolled up uncontrollably.

He immediately fell to the ground and didn't move.

Although the dwarves in this world look similar to those in the world of Arda, there is no doubt that most of them don't have the ability to use their heads to resist the louver hammer like Thorin Oakenshield.

There were fire and smoke all around, mixed with roars and shouts that sounded in the chaos but were unclear.

Sakia didn't stop.

Although her battlefield experience was not sufficient, her aggressive and dangerous nature had already driven her to take action.

Under this nature, she didn't get hot-headed, but calmed down.

There was a "crackling" sound of wood falling apart behind her. Sakia jumped higher this time, dodging the burning and crumbling frame behind her and jumping onto the falling apart board.

Yarpan was swinging his axe vigorously beside him to deal with the long swords of the two elves.

On the road beside them, Paulie Dahlberg of the dwarf team was also dealing with a halfling, while his brother Regan Dahlberg leaned back with his legs against the wooden board, trying to control the horses pulling the cart.

The horses were screaming wildly, flapping their hooves, dragging the carriage frame, and only wanted to escape the flames that were devouring the canvas behind them.

"Let the horses hit the mountain wall! Regan! Let the carriage hit the mountain wall they are rushing down!"

Yarpan screamed loudly while dealing with the two elves.

"It's better to fall apart there! Stop them!"

Regan Dahlberg didn't know if he heard it in the chaos, but he was already struggling to control the crazy carriage.

At this time, a dwarf with short cockscomb hair jumped onto the burning carriage frame from the side.

The movement almost made people think that he wanted to set himself on fire!

But Zoltan did not fail. He successfully ran to Regan in a suicidal way and turned the direction of the carriage with him.

Several horses rushed towards the mountain wall, and instinctively ran to the left and right at the last moment.

The scattered forces pulled each other and slowed down the car.

Zoltan and Reagan took advantage of the situation and ran up to the shaft of the car, and quickly cut the reins on the horses with an axe, letting the horses run away, leaving only the burning carriage blocking the mountain wall where the Squirrel Party rushed down.

Among the Klinfield looters, Buchter's right arm was hit by an arrow. The arrow seemed to be extremely painful, so that this bull-like strong man couldn't hold the machete in his hand.

Paulie Dahlberg quickly pulled him aside under the cover of other looters.

But no place is safe now.

A Squirrel Party member jumped out from behind the pile of broken carriages. Paulie immediately put Buchter down and picked up the axe to face him. But Paulie's movement suddenly slowed down.

In front of him stood a dwarf, wearing a beaver hat decorated with a squirrel tail, and a large black beard braided into a braid on his chin.

Paulie hesitated.

But the black-bearded dwarf on the opposite side did not hesitate for a moment.

He raised the mace in his hand and smashed it towards the opposite side, and it was about to sink into Paulie's collarbone!

But Buchter was the leader of the plunderers after all. Although the arrow in his right hand was extremely painful, he still gritted his teeth and swept his foot across the ground, tripping the black-bearded dwarf with his hands raised high.

In the end, it was Paulie's axe that choked into the opponent's back with a suffocating sound of bone breaking. The axe blade was embedded in it and could not be pulled out.

The core muscle group of the dwarf on the ground suddenly collapsed, and his hands slapped the ground weakly, and his feet kicked the mud.

Paulie only felt dizzy.

In the end, Buchter cursed in pain and put the mace in the black-bearded dwarf's hand into his hand, and then he had a weapon again.

The forward team, which only sent a few people to attack, was in such chaos. Not to mention those at the rear of the team who were taken care of by the Scoia'tael.

Everyone is too busy looking after themselves now.

Saskia is struggling with an elf and a halfling.

The two people went up and down, attacking in a series of ways with complementary height differences.

This made Saskia's already not very rich combat experience even more difficult to deal with.

It is true that her physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but her physical strength cannot allow him to ignore iron weapons. These things are still lethal to her.

On the mountain wall halfway up the slope, a male elf was holding a bow and arrow, and the triangular arrow was aimed at the entangled Sakia.

The elf's eyes were very strange. He had the focus of a shooter, but he looked at Sakia with a bit of aloofness.

It was as if he recognized her as someone else.

With the accuracy of an elf archer, he was able to pierce the weak point of Saskia's protection with the arrow in the chaos.

"For... love Lirian!"

The male elf shouted, as if he wanted to use this war cry to dispel his hesitation and confusion.

But he was a step late.

A crossbow arrow shot from the direction of the human hit his left rib first. The crooked arrow grazed Sakia's side, causing her to turn her head and see the male elf finally fall down.

"Love Lirian!"

He was still shouting.

Soon after, the battle was over.

The Scoia'tael retreated as suddenly as they had launched the attack, taking many casualties and leaving more than twenty corpses behind.

In humans, twice as much.

But inexplicably, the rear convoy, which should have been in chaos and suffered more serious damage, miraculously maintained stability for some unknown reason.

It was as if a strong core team suddenly appeared among a group of rabble.

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When Lan En and Triss returned to Siward's team, what they saw was the burned wreckage all over the place, the canvas and wood still smoking with choking black smoke, the blood stains on the ground, and the wailing wounds. who.

The two of them were already feeling anxious and shocked by the various discoveries they made in the deep mountains and forests, and they rushed back in a hurry to make the team turn around and escape and withdraw from the Pontal Valley.

But they didn't expect that they had only been out for more than three hours and less than four hours in total, and it was just past noon now.

As a result, when I came back, I saw that the team was already in this situation.

Even with the psychological qualities of the sorceress and the demon hunter, both of them couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"What's happening here?"

Triss asked the forward scout team first.

"Scia'tael attack! What else could it be? You have nothing to do now. Wait! Are you the sorceress?"

In the midst of the mess, Nischuka, who was originally wearing a magic cloak but was now burned, first growled impatiently, turned around and saw the person clearly, and then said in surprise.

"Dear lady, please use magic to help him! He is in so much pain that he can't bear it anymore!"

Looking at Buchter, who was leaning on the side of the broken wheel, his disheveled mohawk hair stuck to his scalp with cold sweat, and he was already half-dead, Triss could only squat down first, with a magic light coming out of his hand.

Use magic to temporarily stop the pain.

Lan En frowned and looked around at the chaotic scene after the battle.

He nodded to Triss who was crouching down, indicating to her to save people first.

He continued to walk into the dispersed team.

Closer to the inside, the dwarves were packing up the shafts, axles, and other things, hoping to see if they could be reinstalled later.

They were lucky enough to survive the surprise battle without any attrition.

But as the leader, Yarpan also knew that this was indeed just good luck. Otherwise, two of them might die directly.

"You want to be ruthless! You won't hesitate to be ruthless! Do you know that?"

Yalpen held Paulie Dahlberg's still confused head in his arms.

It was unclear whether the tone was comforting or reprimanding.

"They are enemies! They have been enemies since they chose this path! Just think of them as highwaymen suffering from dwarfism and just smash their heads! Don't think about anything else!"

"You were lucky this time, otherwise the hammer would have been embedded in your collarbone now! How do you want me to explain it to your mother? What do you want me to tell your mother after you ask Reagan to go home?"

After that, Yalpan let go of Pauli, whose tears, beard, and snot were all mixed together, turned around, hugged Zoltan again, and let out a deep breath.

"Thank you, Zoltan. Without you, Reagan would probably be here too. Oh, this really scares me."

Yalpen sighed.

On the contrary, Zoltan, who had a blackened face, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"You know me, Yarpin. There's no way I was just watching at that time!"