Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 464 463. Buried!

"Let's talk about something else."

Lann threw another piece of wood into the fire.

"Dettlaff, you summoned these blood-sucking creatures in the mountains?"

The dark-haired vampire nodded silently.

"Yes, this is my ability. I admit that I deserve to be punished, but being chopped into pieces and then imprisoned for a hundred years, I decided that was enough. So I began to work for my own freedom."

"Fortunately, time is on my side. More than a hundred years have passed, and Anahad's arrangement has gradually collapsed. The ritual instruments that channeled the power of the mountains are under constant impact day and night, so they will be placed faster than normal. Decay, so my power can be transmitted. Without you, I estimate that in three years I would have gathered enough blood-sucking creatures to destroy the cell, and then left on my own."

"Please don't get me wrong, this does not affect my gratitude to you."

"But what puzzles me is that you guys never seemed to come to maintain the cell where I was held."

Dettlaff calmly described the cell where he had been imprisoned for a long time. His calmness was admirable.

Gede was now somewhat accustomed to the two high-level vampires around him, he sneered.

"Maintaining your cell? Ha!"

"The place where you are imprisoned has spent hundreds of years. If you want to maintain the facility, this responsibility will be passed down for generations. But none of us in the Bear School want to take on responsibilities that are not beneficial to ourselves. Do you think Anahad can say something? Will his apprentices remember it and do it on time? Are you kidding me! It seems like the master-apprentice relationship is something important to a group of popsicles?"

"Maybe, even the news of the existence of your prison cell may only exist in the old papers of our school."

Without emotional ties and institutional constraints, there would be no organization, and it would be impossible to complete the long-term and complex work that only organizations can accomplish.

The disbandment of the Bear School made perfect sense in every sense of the word.

"Well, now that the blood-sucking creatures gathered on the mountain have figured it out, this commission from the dwarves has been completed."

Under the flickering shadow of the fire, Lan ended the conversation.

"Early tomorrow morning, Regis and Dettlaff, you have to help us leave some bluffing traces in the cell to prove that we have indeed killed the target. You high-level vampires should know better what kind of formation to put up."

"Then I will bring Lance Ziva over to take a look, and you two will take the oath, and that's it."

Lan En clapped his hands and ended the conversation.

He and Gerd each lay down to sleep, while Dettlaff seemed to be still enjoying his first night of freedom.

He looked up at the stars and remained motionless, while Regis stayed with him.

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the next day.

"So...you really killed that thing!"

Lens Ziva stood in the mountain nest, with about forty short iron pillars beside him, all wearing shiny heavy armor, as well as large axes, war hammers, and crossbows.

But even so, after seeing the detention measures constructed by Anahad, the dwarf elder still held his beard braided into three strands and gasped.

"Oh my God!"

This dwarf elder, who was calm and calm enough to chat with the traditional bear school, now murmurs unconsciously every time he passes by the corpse of a blood-sucking creature.

There are about thirty vampire creatures, each of them is as tall as at least two dwarves!

And their strength is enough to penetrate their dwarf armor in one go!

Move like the wind, with the ability to be invisible or teleport!

In his thirties! If people like them were hit by these things, not even a single intact bone would be left!

He didn't dare to imagine what kind of miserable situation a full guard force of several hundred people at Castle Hayne would be inflicted if they were equipped with these things.

As the number of these things piles up, the degree of difficulty in dealing with them increases exponentially.

Now, Lance Ziva actually found that he had some respect for these two young bear cubs.

"That thing's body is in the bottom of the mine, over there."

Lan En stood on the hillside and pointed downwards, but before he could finish speaking, the dwarf elder interrupted him.

"There is an iron cage there that can only be forged with good materials and good craftsmanship. There is no doubt that everything is the best. That's why a high-level vampire can be imprisoned."

Lance Ziva's tone was laced with reminiscence.

"That's my father's craft. Wonderful craftsmanship."

The iron pillars behind the dwarf elder seemed to be inspired, and they all shouted in a low voice: "Huha!"

Lan En said no more, and Lance Ziva waved his hand: "Okay, let's go down and take a look."

A group of people moved down the circular walkway and finally came to the edge of the mine.

There, Regis' body lay peacefully on the side, except that the clothes on his chest were soaked in large amounts of blood.

"Is it the mage in your team?"

The dwarf elder raised his head and asked.

"Yes." Lan En had a nostalgic and sad expression. He had put the diplomatic talents of the Emperor's Children to use here.

That expression allows onlookers to feel the grief and regret at a glance and empathize with it.

"He sacrificed himself so that we could accomplish this unimaginably difficult task."

"I-I'm sorry."

Even the cold Lens Ziva seemed to be ashamed of the witcher's grief at this time, because he was the one who issued the mission.

"Heinburg will compensate us! We will never treat our friends badly!"

The dwarf elder visited the mine in person. Not long after he walked in, a thunderous shout came from inside the cave.

Lance Ziva came roaring and jumping out as if his toes had been stepped on, his three-braided beard twitching and tangled.

His Iron Dunzi guards nervously stepped forward to surround him, and then were scolded and retreated by the elder who was breathing heavily.

Inside was Regis and Dettlaff, who had taken apart the limbs of a dozen vampire creatures to create a 'crime scene'.

It was so horrifying and bloody that Gede didn't want to look at it a second time, and Lan En's mouth twitched. In short, it was definitely worthy of the death scene of a high-level vampire.

The dwarves are not experts anyway, so the visual effects are enough.

Gede was holding back his laughter and making noises.

In order to prevent him from revealing his secret, Lan En dragged him to Regis' body and pretended to be ready to bury his teammate.

This behavior alarmed the dwarf elder who was holding his chest to calm his heartbeat.

Perhaps out of guilt, he called two iron men from the escort team to help dig the hole. It seemed that he wanted to bury Regis on the spot.

"Children, the hole needs to be dug big and wide. This respectable gentleman died for the safety of Fort Hayne. We want to make him feel comfortable when he leaves."

The Regis man was all blinded. He opened his eyes in shock and looked at Lan En, who was blocking his face.

The two men made a series of eye contact for a split second.

Gede didn't quite understand, but he reluctantly made a guess:

Lan En: Can high-level vampires be buried?

Regis: It can be buried, but that's not our plan.

Lan En: Stop it! Bury it first!

In the end, Lan En had to use his own weight of 300 kilograms to step on Gerd's toes to prevent the guy from laughing.

Then the 'sacrificed' Regis was buried smoothly, and a simple on-site memorial ceremony was held under the auspices of the dwarf elders.

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