Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1196 1178. ‘The Devil of Gluttony’

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

Because since the Squirrel Party has decided to use attacks to delay time, they will never attack only once.

They want to prevent this group of humans from getting out before that thing arrives in the Pontar Valley, and they will definitely harass them many times to slow down the progress.

“But the Squirrel Party is not that monster.”

Lan En’s fingers rubbed across a leaf in the bush, and the fingertips of the leather gloves with steel armor plates were immediately stained with a trace of blood red.

He snorted.

“Fortunately, I couldn’t feel anything when I walked past the monster’s territory. I thought my senses were ineffective.”

Putting his fingers under his nose and sniffing lightly, the bloody smell was immediately remembered by the demon hunter’s senses and indicated the direction of movement.

In the messy and ecologically normal mountains, there must be a lot of various biological pheromones.

But the demon hunter’s senses are enough to identify his target and keep chasing it.

That's why Lan En felt that when he was exploring the area before, he couldn't feel anything, which was simply too wrong.

Now it's normal.

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

On the back of the Qilin, the ball of fluff stroked his beard and asked.

"It's just a group of squirrels, not a big problem." Lan En stood up and shook his head as he looked at the depths of the Mahakam Mountains.

"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, and I don't know where that thing will eventually appear. If the goal of the squirrel party is to lure the monster to slaughter all the humans in the river valley, then these two key strongholds must be very dangerous. This place doesn't seem to be too important."

The kitten squatted on the back of the ancient dragon, and his furry little face was full of seriousness.

It nodded heavily: "Qilin and I will watch carefully. If there is any situation, we will come to pick you up meow! Let's beat that monster to a pulp!"

After that, the figures of Gu Long and Ai Lu Cat disappeared in the dense bushes of the mountain amid the sound of swaying branches and leaves.

In the distance, there was a 'sizzling' sound like the pulse of electricity, and a dull sound of breaking wind.

Until these sounds disappeared, Lan En turned his head back, and the cat's eyes began to glow slightly in the already dim sky.

The demon hunter's senses were turned on, and the world became extremely colorful.

With his nostrils flaring, Lan En captured the odor molecules in the air and began to track them in the distance.

He paid attention to the messy footprints on the ground, as well as the scratches on the bushes and branches.

All of this looked like a bright road sign in his eyes.

These squirrel party retreated in a mess, which once again confirmed Lan En's inference.

——Their attack this time was really not well organized.

Just to delay time.

Halfway through the pursuit, Lan found that the route of the Squirrel Party had split.

A group of people with the smell of blood returned to the direction deep in the mountains, and another group of people with only the smell of sweat continued to move along the river valley.

"The wounded will be evacuated, and those who are capable of fighting will continue to plan subsequent attacks."

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

This speculation was reasonable, so Lan quickened his pace, and his speed in the mountains and forests was almost as fast as a shadow.

Soon, he caught up with the Squirrel Party who wanted to launch another attack.

——

A large number of elves, dwarves, and halflings were walking silently in the woods.

The uneven rocks in the mountains made their footsteps deep and shallow, but no one spoke, and everyone's eyes flashed with anger and hatred.

They all had squirrel tail decorations on their hats or belts.

People outside said that the Squirrel Party was a non-human race instigated by Nilfgaard.

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

They all knew it, but because of hatred, none of them cared.

Except for Temeria, the other three of the four northern countries had massacres of non-human races in important cities.

Even Temeria, which had the best reputation, had not carried out massacres in recent decades.

Most non-human races have a longer lifespan than humans. Those things that are already in the past in the eyes of humans may still be vivid in their eyes.

The assets that they accumulated and struggled for in the city were burned and occupied by the mob.

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

Hatred can make people sacrifice their lives.

So the Squirrel Party 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 paste.

The non-human races in the Squirrel Party don't get along well with each other on weekdays.

The dwarves were tired of the elves playing music, and the elves hated the dwarves' rudeness.

But in the end, no one interfered with each other, and they could even smile at each other in a friendly manner. Because they all knew that the core of the person in front of them was a flame of revenge.

The rest was all irrelevant.

So, when the elves turned their heads occasionally during the march, they would suddenly shout to the dwarves behind them to be careful!

"Attention!, behind"

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 bypassed 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, and if he couldn't hold back, the female elf's own face would be cut off in large chunks!

Lan En only had the power to flip his wrist, and combined with his already natural skill, [Wei Mingren·Dengli], he made the opponent's deflected blade fly 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 good to have them, and it's not a pity to lose them."

She said as she coughed up bloody spit.

"The entire valley, all humans inside will die, the gluttonous demon will eat everything!"