Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1409 1381. Spirit Body

Geralt's estimated time is based on experience.

If you want to fight a war, even a war limited to only a few hundred people, there are a lot of things to consider.

Take the White Rose Knights who are still secretly building siege equipment in this hill. The equipment is built secretly, which means that the building location must not be conspicuous.

Inconspicuous means that the road is rugged. How can something as heavy as a siege equipment be moved if it is not transported on a regular road?

It was impossible to reach the High Hill Castle directly from the wilderness.

This is also why in those war stories, people from both sides talk about things like 'this is the only way' and 'this is the key'.

Because the movement of the army also includes the transportation of equipment and baggage, the requirements for roads are obvious and rigid conditions.

If a great mage who can move mountains and reclaim seas cannot pop up out of thin air, then basically everyone knows how many ways can be taken.

The nature of this 'private attack' by the Knights of the White Rose, as well as the large amount of magic-blocking gold they have brought, do not allow characters like the Archmage to appear on this battlefield.

Lan En's greeting came into the mutation hall. Although Triss had breathed a sigh of relief, she was still inspecting the status of the mutant receptors one by one.

Berengar held down Stewart who subconsciously wanted to walk out.

As for Lincoln, who was called, the expression on his face that was happy for the successful mutation of his battle brothers was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled again.

But this time the smile on the young secretary's face was a little impatient and dangerous.

He first patted Stewart's still weak shoulder hard, causing him to stumble, and then he pressed his hand on the large notepad slung across his shoulder and trotted out.

"Are we finally going to take action?"

Lincoln, who trotted out, couldn't wait to stand beside Lan En and was already talking impatiently.

Lan En didn't want him to stand still. After seeing Lincoln running out of the mutation hall, the young witcher patted Geralt in greeting with one hand and walked towards his room.

Geralt and Lincoln followed him, their steps a little loose and impatient.

"What should we do, sir?" There was no fear in Lincoln's tone, even though he and the other Ember Knights already knew the enemy's configuration and advantages from Geralt.

Fifty versus five hundred, defending the city without weapons versus attacking the city with weapons.

But still no one felt intimidated.

"Take the initiative? Raid the camp while they are still carrying out construction work?"

"I can lead the team and set off now! Even if it's an infantry battle, they are just rubbish to us!"

The enemy did not know that he had been exposed, and took the initiative to attack the engineering camp from inside the castle. This is a bold and correct decision made when he is very confident in his own combat effectiveness.

"No." But Lan En didn't hesitate for a moment, leading the two of them to his room without even a slight pause. "Defending the city is still the safest option. I don't want Bai Qiangwei's trash to have any chance." I can’t trade my life with any of you for a chance!”

"Then you want to take action?" Geralt said coldly behind Lan En, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell that the enemy has weapons. How come defending the city becomes an 'advantage option' when we don't have weapons?"

"Or can you really find a few more warlocks at this stall? Let them use magic to think of countermeasures?"

After entering work mode, Geralt was very calm and became very aggressive. This is due to the characteristics of the demon hunter's work.

"Neither."

Lan En was completely adapted to Geralt's state. The three of them turned several corners of the castle, passed through corridors, and finally stopped outside Lan En's room.

Lan En opened the door and went in.

Geralt and Lincoln also followed, but after they entered the door and took a brief glance, they did not find any secret weapons or unique magic circles.

Lan En ignored their confusion and just started to clear up the large piece of parchment scattered on the desk in the room.

"Not only will I not take action here, but neither will Geralt, you, Berengar, or Triss."

Lan En said as he collected the parchments. Lincoln noticed that these parchments were very large, far from the small pages that were cut and trimmed during normal use.

"The warlocks' summit is only for the next two days. Triss is going to have a meeting, and you should also go to Gos Velen, where Yennefer is waiting for you."

"Lincoln, please notify Triss later and let her take the next breath to start the mutation of everyone else."

"The mutation starts today, and in two days it should be enough to get through the most dangerous part of the process. Then you can go directly to Gos Velen."

Lan En acted as if he was about to leave, and even asked two veteran demon hunters to leave with the sorceress.

This time, fifty Ember Knights were really allowed to deal with the enemy's 500-man siege equipment without any defensive equipment!

Although Lincoln frowned, he still immediately accepted the order: "Understood, sir!"

But Geralt looked at Lan En completely incomprehensibly.

"Do you really want to withdraw? No action?" He crossed his arms, frowned and took a step forward, "Are you planning to ignore them completely?"

Lan En didn't say anything, but Lincoln held the white wolf from behind.

"Master Geralt!" The young clerk grabbed White Wolf's shoulder and shook his head at him. "The master has his plan."

"Haha, look, Geralt." Lan En was still sorting out the large piece of parchment spread on the table, smiling without turning his head, "You are not as patient as Lincoln."

"Humph." Geralt sneered, "Then I really don't know what's so funny about this."

"The funny thing is that you actually thought I would spare them and let them go?!"

Lan En suddenly turned his head, and his surprised expression was beyond words.

This made Geralt unable to deal with it.

And Lan En had no time to care about him.

With a pile of large pieces of parchment in his hand, he turned around and stuffed it into Lincoln's hands. In fact, there were only a few pieces in total, but this kind of parchment that had not been cut and trimmed was really large and thick, which made it look like a large stack.

"What is this, sir?"

Lincoln, who was holding a pile of parchments, seemed to be struggling, but the young clerk immediately found it after looking at it from such a close distance.

On these parchments, it seemed that talcum powder or something was used to write a string of incomprehensible characters? Patterns?

"Oh, you don't have to be so careful. The characters on it look like they were written with chalk, and they will be blurred if you wipe them, but in fact, it's okay if you just wipe them casually."

Lan En explained to Lincoln while pushing Geralt, who was stunned and blinking, aside.

He took out another piece of parchment that he had just left and threw it on the ground casually.

Then he took out a piece of stone with edges and corners and wrapped in white cloth from the alchemical leather bag on his back.

Lan En squatted in front of Lincoln, used the edges and corners of this strange stone to press against the parchment, and smoothly drew a string of characters.

Lincoln looked at the parchment with characters just drawn on the ground, and thought that the chalk-like marks were drawn by this stone.

Looking at the pile of parchments in his arms, his keenness as a clerk made him realize that although he couldn't understand these characters, they were different.

Geralt, who was pushed aside, wanted to come and see what was going on and what power this parchment had.

But then, in the surprised eyes of Geralt and Lincoln, the characters on the parchment began to emit white light.

Lann stepped back, and the white light on the characters twisted into a vortex, and a faint spirit with a translucent white human shape appeared in front of them!

When the spirit appeared, the spiritual power emitted a deep and long low hum in the space.

The experienced Geralt immediately judged that this was indeed a spirit.

Because this movement was often heard when the demon hunters fought with the demon spirits, but those crazy demon spirits made this hum short and harsh because of the urgency of the battle.

Geralt had seen many spirits, but he had never seen a spirit that looked like a normal person.

The spirit that emerged from the twisted vortex of the glowing characters on the parchment, although it was translucent and glowing white, the overall outfit made people feel like a gloomy and old crow.

He wore a shawl made of bird feathers and a necklace pendant made of animal bones. The bandage on his head covered the upper half of his face, and he held an axe in one hand.

Although he was a spirit, the person who came was clear-headed and even clearly knew what was going on.

"Oh my, you called the master again so soon?" The voice, as old and weak as his appearance, sounded slowly, "I haven't prepared the spell book yet, my impatient apprentice."

"Teaching and learning can learn from each other for a little while." Lan En greeted the spirit familiarly, "Just when we just communicated, the enemies on my side were about to come, so I thought, at least let my people here know how to summon you?"

"Don't any of you know how to use [White Marking Wax Stone]?" The old crow-like man sighed, "Apprentice, how remote is your hometown?"