Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1217 1199. Bonfire

The outer perimeter of the elven ruins was hit with a big hole when the Tyrannosaurus rex rushed in.

Now he is facing the mountains and fields outside.

And just after Lan En shouted there, there was silence for a while, and then the people in the bushes seemed to see that Lan En didn't have any self-doubt at all.

Only then did he let go of his slight sense of luck.

There was a "crash", and the bushes, branches and leaves of the surrounding trees and grass swayed.

An elf male stepped out.

His stature is slightly stronger than that of ordinary elves, and he seems to be in the best-built category among human males.

He was wearing a combination of simple but strong leather armor and mail armor, with a long knife and several daggers hanging on his waist, and a long bow on his back.

But the most eye-catching thing is the red turban that covers his right eye.

This is a one-eyed elf.

"Io?"

Sakia called out a name in surprise, but the male elf opposite was unmoved.

"Know?" Lan En didn't look back, his eyes were still looking at the male elf, and he asked Saskia.

"We chatted a few words, but forget about 'knowing'." Sakia was just a little surprised at first, how could she see him here.

But then the green dragon female warrior looked up and down at the male elf and shook her head.

"I guess the name he told me is also a fake name, so we can't say we know each other."

"Iorveth." The male elf suddenly said his first words after coming out of hiding, "This time it's his real name."

"It's hard to say whether it's true or not." Lan En waved his hands casually. "Come in and chat?"

"You shouldn't have such a small chance of being able to escape from me, right?"

The elf calmly looked at the corpse of the Terror Tyrannosaurus, which was still shocking enough even though it was motionless.

"Of course." The elf who claimed his real name was Iorveth said calmly, "I hate humans, but I'm not the kind of fool who degrades his enemies into being worthless just because of hatred."

"I now know how strong you are, Lann of Cintra."

As he spoke, the elf opened his hands, unloaded all the knives, daggers, long knives and other things on his body, and then walked into the elf ruins that had been knocked out of the gap.

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The night is getting darker, but fortunately the moon in the sky is still huge.

Lan En and Velvet Ball built a bonfire, and then simply took out some food from the alchemy leather bag and prepared to heat it up on the bonfire.

In Lan En's previous battle with the Tyrannosaurus, he also consumed a lot of energy.

Moreover, Sakia herself was injured, and it was best to keep her warm at this time in the mountains on a spring night.

The witcher prescribed several pieces of special rations to Qilin, and it gnawed them happily.

And thanks to the fact that there are too many space expansion packs produced by Aretusa gathered here, the food is actually quite particular.

Margarita has always been generous in maintaining a high level of quality of life.

So in addition to the large pile of food that Lan En took out, the sorceress also took out an unopened bottle of Vermentino red wine from her small handbag, as well as a set of high-end wine with gold patterns inlaid on the glass. Drinkware.

At this time, in order to avoid the bloody smell of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, they came to the garden in the elven ruins.

The wild roses bloomed vigorously under the influence of the slight chaotic magic that existed here.

Combined with the artistic reliefs in the elven ruins and the spreading vegetation, the atmosphere and scene look very good at first glance.

"Thank you, flannel ball. What about you, the so-called Mr. Iorveth? Would you like a drink?"

Lan En sat on a piece of crumbling marble, thanking the Ellu cat who spread cheese slices and ham slices on his big bread, and asked the elf on the other side of the bonfire.

“The red wine from Toussaint Vermentino Estate has a mellow taste and a strong peppery flavor, which is very suitable for pairing with meat and cheese.”

The elf calmly took the wine glass handed to him by Lan En, but just held it in his hand with no intention of drinking.

"Don't waste it." Margarita hadn't started drinking, but she had already tilted her upper body to Lan En and said with a smile, "I know him, he won't kill you suddenly. If the situation is not urgent, He will even tell you clearly before killing you."

"It's not that I can't drink because of fear, sorceress. It's just that the things I saw tonight are so bizarre that my mind is confused now."

Iorveth said to Margarita coldly, this attitude seemed to be related to his status.

"Is this elven ruins your base?" Lan En started another topic while eating, and Margarita didn't care about Iorveth.

"The Scoia'tael station in the Pontar Valley."

The sorceress began to hold her cheeks up and watch her lover beside her eat.

She always wondered why Lan En could still look orderly even though he ate very quickly.

The armor on the elf's gloves and the glass in his hand squeaked slightly as they suddenly tightened their grip slightly.

"Did you see it?"

Iorveth spoke the question in an affirmative tone.

"There are many traces of life here." Lan En nodded casually, "Although the traces were basically destroyed when the Tyrannosaurus rex rushed in, I had already taken a look before that."

Iorveth himself didn't react much. Instead, Saskia, who was sitting by the campfire to warm himself up, looked at him with strange eyes.

"You are indeed a Scoia'tael."

The elf just nodded indifferently.

"We were originally planning to lure the White Mist Tyrannosaurus here."

He adopted Lan's name for the Tyrannosaurus with a little uncertainty.

"Let it eat the floating port, and then the Haji Fortress upstream. Unfortunately, you met Ella and the others before, right?"

"A Scoia'tael team led by a female elf?" The demon hunter nodded, "We met them, and they seemed surprised that the Tyrannosaurus was led to a place close to the exit of the valley."

Iorveth covered his head and sighed, which revealed a flower tattoo on his neck under his collar.

"I took a risk and took a look. They were the wounded who were withdrawing. When they were evacuating, they were accidentally caught by the Tyrannosaurus."

"Then the Tyrannosaurus that was supposed to be led here first ate my wounded troops, and because it had deviated from the expected track and was close to your position at that time, it was attracted to the exit of the valley that was further away from the road."

Chance, coincidence, accidents and mistakes constitute the current situation.

The Squirrel Party, who wanted to use the Tyrannosaurus to kill all the humans in the Pontar Valley, has now made a fool of themselves and killed all the wounded. They almost lost the remaining manpower.

But all this started with their own attack plan.

Margarita leaned against her lover, holding a glass of wine in her hand, with a lazy and indifferent smile on her face.

"This is really unlucky." The sorceress said, "Will you also blame humans for this, Scoia'tael?"

Margarita and many sorcerers share the same view. They do not discriminate against non-human races, and they also hate the discriminatory policies of the kings and the discriminatory atmosphere of non-human races in the kingdom.

Warlocks generally sympathize with the current social treatment of non-human races.

After all, the magic of this world has been inseparable from those ancient races from the beginning.

The dean of Ban Ade, the oldest and most powerful human sorcerer today, Hen Gedimitis, was the first human to be introduced to the elves to study.

But the sympathy of the sorcerers is not very targeted.

It's like sympathizing with the vulnerable groups in society, but now the vulnerable groups happen to be non-human races.

And the Scoia'tael is a non-human guerrilla that attacks all humans indiscriminately in the wild, and even attacks outposts and toll booths, leaving no one alive.

Margarita's attitude towards such people can be said to be lukewarm, with implicit sarcasm.

"My hatred for humans is enough to stain the entire Pontar River black, sorceress."

Faced with Margarita's implied stinging words, Iorveth responded calmly.

"I won't blame anyone randomly, because my hatred is already enough. So, we messed up this matter ourselves and killed my wounded."

"Heh." The sorceress raised the exquisite wine glass in her hand to Iorveth with a fake smile, "Then you really have a clear distinction between love and hate."

The male elf's single eye looked at the sorceress. There was nothing special about that look. The look he gave every human was enough to make people feel cold.

But it seemed that because of the current situation, he did not fight back against the sorceress's cold words.

But after the sorceress and Iorveth finished their sniping conversation, there was another person present.

"But is it all worth it?"

Sakia looked at the swaying flames and asked softly in a calm, decisive but pleasant voice.

"What do you want to say?"

"All this." Sakia calmly talked to Iorveth, "Humans kill you, you kill humans, and both sides are getting crazier and crazier."

In the silence, there was only the crackling of the burning campfire.

Suddenly, in this silent environment with only white noise, the one-eyed elf chuckled.

"Ha!"

He even picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the Vermentino red wine produced in Toussaint for the first time.

Then, with a look like looking at a child, he tilted his head and looked at the green dragon warrior sitting by the campfire.

"You seem to think you know everything and understand everything, Sakia."

"You are a green dragon, which makes you feel that you are outside of humans and elves, and have a 'bystander's clear vision, right? But in fact..."

The one-eyed elf's lips moved, savoring the fragrance of red wine on the tip of his tongue.

"You are just a little kid, Sakia."

The sorceress, the demon hunter, and even the green dragon warrior herself, had no reaction to Iorveth's words.

On the contrary, the fluff ball let out a soft "meow" in surprise, and looked curiously at the big "little kid" next to it.