Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 588 590. Death

The refugee group's secret escape journey begins.

They cannot be discovered, so even in the bitter cold winter, they have to move forward in the difficult and dangerous woods instead of taking the main road.

Everyone was gasping for air, but because there was not much heat in their bodies, the white mist they spit out was pitifully thin.

Walking in the woods consumes more than twice as much energy as walking on the road.

Because people have to constantly lift their legs and change speeds irregularly, the muscles of the calves, ankles and soles of the feet cannot be relaxed at all times, and the grip must be maintained at a high level.

Walking is an activity, and walking in the mountains and forests is a sport.

As for these refugees, they have been weak for a long time.

After Haxo took control of all the caravans and supplies in the refugee group, food was actually quite abundant.

But this group of refugees has been struggling in the quagmire of war for several weeks, and their bodies and spirits have been irreparably damaged.

Even if there is sufficient food and a safe and warm environment, it is estimated that it will take a year and a half to recover.

What they need most now is to relax and rest.

But now they are fleeing in an emergency in a war zone. The ambient temperature is high in winter, and troops of men in black may appear outside the woods at any time and start massacres.

Just this kind of constant fear, day and night, is enough to turn a strong man into a quail within a few days.

A large part of the refugee group is Sintra people with their families.

Lan En has seen it more than once, describing haggard men and women in their prime, trying to cheer up and smile to take care of their old or young family members.

The sense of responsibility and simple sense of morality in taking care of their families puts them under more psychological and physical pressure consciously or unconsciously.

Without the responsibility and obsession of 'taking care of the family', Lan En doubted that people like them, who had been exhausted for a long time, would collapse in the next second.

So even though Hacksaw had greatly relaxed the food distribution quota after that night, people still kept falling next to the roots of trees with snow, and often after falling, there was no possibility of getting up again.

Lan En had seen human corpses killed by day spirits or night spirits in Velen.

They described it as withered, as if their energy had been drained, and they died of exhaustion.

These refugees lying on the road looked almost like they had died at the hands of demon spirits.

And even the most ferocious demon spirit can kill twenty people in a month?

But the war, even the slightest ripples caused outside the battlefield, was steadily and cruelly harvesting human lives in this refugee group.

The three demon hunters have been walking at the end of the refugee group, responsible for disposing of the bodies of the dead.

So as not to become a trace of the refugee group being tracked.

At first, the three of them could talk for a while. But the later they got, the more silent they became.

Lan En had just disposed of the body of a woman. Only a coarse linen shirt was left on her body, but there were no traces of a fight. This shows that she did not have her clothes taken away by others and froze to death, but that her clothes were taken away after her death.

A low-quality, crude straw man was stuffed into her hands, which were loose due to death, with facial features crudely drawn on it with charcoal.

The brushstrokes are very childish, and this is not a curse tool, it looks more like a child's toy.

Like a gift from a child when saying goodbye to his mother.

Lan En thought so in his heart.

"How long have we been walking in the forest, Geralt?"

Suddenly, Lan En lowered his head and asked the old man next to him who had also finished his work.

He could obviously get a timetable accurate to milliseconds from the biological intelligence in his brain, but he still asked.

It was as if he was deliberately finding random words to say because he was resisting this dead atmosphere.

"Four days."

Geralt was also lost for a while before he answered Lan En.

"You have a lot of experience and knowledge, Geralt. Are you accustomed to the current situation? I mean, will you lose your heart because you have seen it so much?"

"I know what you want to ask. You want to ask whether those of us who have lived longer than ordinary people will ignore suffering because we are used to it, and there will be no fluctuation in our hearts. But no, Lan En."

"This is one of the few times I have been so close to a war. It is no exaggeration. I have lived a long life, and I am almost a hundred years old now. But I also live cautiously. I never enter a war zone in a stalemate of a war, only in a war. After it’s over, I’ll take over the task of hunting monsters. So, I feel the same as you now. Shit.”

Then, including Gede, who had been silent, the three fell into silence again.

——

And in the crossroads hotel where four good guys were killed, a group of people also came.

This time there were five people, and they calmly walked into the hotel that was open for business again.

Darkri Silifant is the leader of this group, or to be precise, the leader of all members of the Special Forces now scattered across Cintra.

Ah, when he thought about this identity and the power behind it, Darkley couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Such a wonderful thing as status can make people feel happy, even the stench of the latrine will become relaxed and happy.

He was previously a gangster, gangster, murderer, and smuggler who spent most of his time in the Nilfgaardian Empire.

Generally speaking, this kind of person will go to the gallows, but if he has the ability and some big shots need this ability, of course he can make an exception.

The first time he was noticed was by Stephen Skellen.

This big shot is the royal coroner of Nilfgaard and intelligence aide to the great Emperor Emhyr.

This was all due to his friendship with the Imperial Intelligence Chief Vatier de Lidaux, which quickly promoted his career until he became an important agent under the Emperor.

But Darkley originally thought that being favored by [Gray Wood Pheasant] would be the greatest opportunity in his life.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was summoned nearly half a year ago, the person standing in front of him was the person who promoted [Gray Forest Pheasant]!

Vatier took a fancy to his ability and connections as a broker who could bring all kinds of vicious and vicious people together.

And upholding the emperor's will, he funded him to form an experimental army.

The purpose is to allow them to take advantage of the elite's agility and small target size on the battlefield to eliminate certain enemies in a targeted manner.

And on the battlefield of Cintra, he was specially told to eliminate the demon hunters.

He knew exactly why there was such an order. Because that Lan En of Cintra did a lot of big things a few years ago.

With [Cintra's] in the name, of course we have to be careful.

However, he didn't quite understand whether it was really necessary to value a mere demon hunter so highly.

Although the story was mysterious, Darkley believed that no one in the world could survive being surrounded by dozens of swordsmen.

That guy probably had a good record by relying on the terrain to defeat each one.

So when he received the appointment, although Darkley had a stern expression on his face that said, "The mission is dangerous and heavy, but I will do whatever it takes for the sake of the empire."

But in his heart, he was actually not very nervous. Even in order to make himself a commander longer, he also thought: when he really met Lan En of Cintra, should he let him go?

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