Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1417 1389. Captain of the Guard

[Yaden Dharma Seal].

In the demon hunter's combat system, this kind of sigil is often placed on the ground and looks like a rune circle glowing with purple magic aura.

It can block enemies who enter it. It is much more difficult for enemies to make movements and exert force than under normal circumstances.

Monsters such as monsters and ghosts that normally have no body can also be forced to reveal their bodies so that the demon hunter's silver sword will not slash through the air.

But these are just very superficial and rigid usages.

[Yaden Seal] is actually a magic sealing technology.

Lan En has used this seal to seal doors, block roads, etc. before.

When Geralt made him famous and lifted the curse of the vampire bird from the Temerian princess, he also used the [Seal of Arden] to seal the coffin board so that it could not be opened.

The princess who turned into a monster could not return to her coffin all night, and finally the curse was lifted and she turned back into a human.

[Quen's Seal] is to protect oneself, while [Aden's Seal] is to block the environment and enemies.

Of course, the spellcasting ability of demon hunters is completely incomparable with that of warlocks. Although the [Arden Sign] is a simple spell system tailor-made for demon hunters by three generations of Archmage Arzu's master and apprentice, together with their research team.

But the spellcasting ability limits the height of the spell.

[The Seal of Arden] is still like a magic trick in front of the warlock.

However, the portal spell is originally a high-end spell that has extremely high requirements for spell accuracy.

Don't look at the beautiful sorceresses around Lan En. They can open a portal in mid-air with their hands raised. Just being able to do this qualifies them to be called archmages.

Although there is an obvious gap in strength between archmages, the bottom line is not low.

Just like in this secret room on the mezzanine of the wall, portals that can be opened slowly with the help of prepared magic circles or magic props are the norm among spell casters.

In this case, whether you put a small piece of magic-blocking gold nearby or let the power of a magic seal like [Arden's Seal] interfere with it, there will only be one result -

The portal will collapse.

"Hoo~ bang bang!"

The open portal, the violent changes and surges of air pressure inside and outside, set off a dull sound like an air cannon.

The bits and pieces and floating dust in this secret room were all sucked in and blown out under the tug of the chaotic air pressure, turning into a mess.

And what is visible to the naked eye is that the portal, which was still in the slowly expanding stage, is now like a light bulb with poor contact, flickering and shrinking at the same time.

There was a final 'pop' sound, like a fart,

And the portal that wriggles and contracts like the anus and intestines does indeed discharge something.

"Crack crack crack~"

The various pieces of flesh and blood were so broken that even with Lan En's understanding of the human body, he couldn't tell which was which, and they spurted out from the collapsed portal!

During this period, metal fragments that had also been broken into pieces the size of fingernails also jingled together and hit the wall and the ground.

In an instant, the entire small secret room was covered with a layer of thick blood that could submerge the soles of shoes.

Not only was it blood, the collapsing portal crushed everyone who entered it. Their internal organs, the filth in their intestines, and their sticky and grease-rich brains were all mixed together and torn to pieces and spurted out.

The smell was definitely not pleasant. The stench of feces, the fishy smell of internal organs, and the rusty smell of blood almost seemed to be stuck in the nostrils after being stirred. The smell went straight into the brain.

"Whoa!"

The 'lucky one' was grabbed by the missionary of eternal fire, and the dwarf who didn't have time to get in simply vomited it out.

The vomit was stuck on his thick beard, but the dwarf, who always took good care of his beard, didn't even have time to wipe it. He stood up and rushed out of the secret room.

Lan En kindly stepped aside to allow the dwarf to smoothly come out of the collapse of the wall he had hammered out, gasping for air.

"For the sake of the plague!"

The dwarf continued to vomit while cursing, and wiped his hands on the wall that had been stained by the disgusting liquid just now.

Lan En glanced at him and walked straight into the secret room, trying to find some letters or documents.

But it's a pity that it seems that this secret room is really only built for this teleportation circle, and nothing else.

Finally, Lan En walked out without changing his expression, pulled a flag of the Knights of the White Rose from the corridor, and wiped his hands that he had been rummaging through just now.

And the dwarf was almost vomiting.

He bent over with his hands on his knees and panted, turning his head to look at the tall figure beside him who was slowly wiping his hands.

"Huh~ I can be considered a person who has killed many people and can eat and sleep normally on the battlefield, but this smell... ugh!"

As he spoke, he retched again and finally calmed down.

"Is this fucking someone beaten into pieces? It's like grinding wheat to make flour? It doesn't smell so bad even if the stomach is cut to pieces and the intestines are torn apart!"

"Otherwise?" Lan En slowly wiped the dirt on his gauntlet on the white rose pattern in the flag, "Otherwise, do you think, why would the warlock's portal accident be handled twice as much as the tip? Mi Tai. ”

"I thought," the dwarf casually wiped his beard that was caked with vomit, and muttered, "I thought your performance on the battlefield was all exaggerated. There can't be such a powerful warrior in the world, but Obviously I was wrong."

He stood up straight with his knees on his back. Even so, the top of his head was not even close to Lan En's belt, and it was only a little higher than his knees.

"I didn't expect that the famous [Hunter Lord], the Grand Duke of Cintra, would come directly to slaughter the knights who had offended him. Although these guys are really disgusting."

"But it's different from the rumors."

The dwarf in front of him looked neither humble nor arrogant. Although he kept saying the dwarf-like vulgar language "I", his demeanor was even calmer than that of Captain Rudolf, who had turned into minced meat.

Lan En was noncommittal about the dwarves' evaluation, and the same was true of his own identity.

He just nodded towards the dwarf: "You haven't asked for advice yet?"

"Dennis." The dwarf said calmly, "Dennis Kramer, I am the captain of the royal bodyguard of Prince Seeward."

"Is Siward's captain of the royal guard a dwarf?" Lan asked with interest, "I really haven't heard of it."

"For various considerations, this and that." Dennis Kramer didn't care about these. "I just work anyway. Whatever the prince says, I will do it."

However, this can also explain why, since Lan En entered the castle where the White Rose Knights are stationed, the Jiu Mengzi knight who had just had a drink immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Because there is already a person representing Siward's will in this castle, how could another one come and act like he doesn't even know that someone is already here?

Of course it's a pretense.

"You are very powerful, that's true." The dwarf gritted his teeth, puffed up his cheeks, and looked at Lan En with his hand on the ax on his waist, "But I won't stand and wait for death. Come on!"

Lan threw the hand-wiping flag to the ground and looked at him speechlessly and contemptuously: "It seems as if Siward and the more than two hundred white rose knights in this castle are wronged."

"Do you really think of yourself as a good guy who eliminates evil?"

But just as Lan En vented his disdain and contempt, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Because the dwarf in front of him, who was already fierce and seemed to be about to resist for the last time before death, suddenly widened his eyes.

"What did you say?" Dennis Kramer dropped his hand holding the ax on his waist in surprise. "There are only two hundred knights in the castle? Just two hundred?"

"You don't know?" Lan En's fists that had been clenched with a little force slowly loosened, and he said keenly, "No, Siward doesn't know?"

"What should I know? What should Prince Siward know? Are you guessing riddles with me?!"

The dwarf said in a grumpy voice.

"All I know is that Prince Siward didn't dare to delay any longer. Foltest's messenger almost threw the order with the royal seal in his face. He sent me to supervise the Knights of the White Rose to speed up their assembly. ”

"I have been staying in this tower since yesterday afternoon to be entertained. Rudolf said that they have almost finished gathering! How can a large knight order with a thousand people only have two hundred?"

Under the shadow of the hood, Lan observed the expression on Dennis Kramer's face and the slightest twitch of the muscles around his eyes.

He didn't lie.

Lann made a judgment.

The dwarves in front of them, as well as Seeward, really didn't know what the Knights of the White Rose had done.

This is entirely possible.

Seeward hopes to gain the power of the Knights of the White Rose and coordinate his position with theirs.

But at the same time, he would never dare to disobey Foltest's orders. The Knights of the White Rose have repeatedly delayed execution on the grounds that "it takes time to assemble the troops," and he has reached his limit in sharing the pressure from the front.

If he delays it any longer, he can stop thinking about 'how to rely on the Knights of the White Rose' and instead think about how to separate himself from them.

I want your power, and I have indeed helped you a lot, but when you are looking for death, don't let your blood splash on me.

He can sit comfortably in this duchy title.

But this way.

Lan En's brows, which had always been relaxed, now frowned slightly.

If Siward did not get involved in this mess, then this action of the Knights of the White Rose can be regarded as an impulsive military maneuver carried out in private cooperation with the Church of Eternal Fire and under the trend of fanaticism.

But here's the problem.

If Siward had no involvement and didn't even know what was happening here, where did the Knights of the White Rose get the information about the witcher?