Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 607 609. Deflagration Mead

Haxo did not follow the aristocratic etiquette and gave his name according to the etiquette after asking.

In his previous life, he would never have dared to make such a mistake.

But today, he didn't care.

Haxo didn't even look at the nobleman who was obviously of noble blood. His gaze stretched to the end of the black Nilfgaardian army.

"Almost everyone has come in, right?"

Stewart nodded calmly: "Yes, Father."

"Then let me get started."

Haxo raised the heavy steel scepter in his hand high, drew a large circle in mid-air, and then slammed down at the end of the stroke.

Among the few people who came to negotiate, the officer who called the roll call just wanted to scold the northern barbarian in front of him for his rudeness, but he didn't respond after the Duke asked him.

But then. "Boom!!!"*N

A series of loud noises suddenly erupted on the surrounding walls of the crater!

Darkley, who was following Duke Adal, was suddenly startled, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he rushed directly towards the Duke on horseback, protecting this man of noble blood under him.

The heat is rolling.

When the roar dissipated, the Nilfgaardians realized what the surroundings had become.

From the walls around the crater, many deflagration points are connected together. Around the detonation point, there are still some vague human body parts, which should be the corpse of the person who started the fire.

The positions of these detonation points are still constantly flowing downwards like springs with some kind of liquid flammable substance.

The mountain forests are already dry in winter, and now the entire crater is burning like a furnace!

And in that single gap, three large carriages rushed down from nowhere on the hillside, crashed and exploded.

Nilfgaard's soldiers were elite and capable, but even so, they couldn't help but fall into chaos when faced with the sudden explosion of fire.

The soldiers standing near the gap in the crater were killed without saying a word by the falling carriage. The broken and splashing flammable materials on the carriage turned more than a dozen soldiers into screaming and running firemen.

Horses neighed and black smoke billowed.

The soldiers rushed to the wreckage of the carriage at the gap in the crater to see if there was any way to get out. They sniffed in unison, and then their expressions changed drastically.

"It tastes like Sowden Mountain Triple Mead!"

They had tasted it when they were plundering in the Soden region. It was as strong as knives and as sweet as honey.

That is, a high concentration of alcohol and a high concentration of sugar.

When these two things are mixed and exploded, they are no different from incendiary bombs. But due to cost issues, no one would use these fine wines like this.

And now, look at the number of these flash points on the hillside. It's scary!

The damage rate of Haxor's scouts was extremely high. This was partly due to the fact that he went to explore the information about the Battle of Soden and also because of this batch of wine.

He was the steward of the royal family of Sintra, and he remembered that there was a royal wine cellar built specifically for this wine nearby.

Although King Tursek loves this wine very much, but thinking about his use this time, his majesty will not disagree, right?

In the midst of the billowing heat, Haxo stood in front of the chaotic and wailing refugees, holding his steel scepter.

The sudden explosion and heat first gave Duke Adal a feeling of fear. After being thrown under him for protection by Darkley, he even struggled because of this fear and panic.

It was a huge mess and a mess.

Then, when he came back to his senses and realized that it was not a huge explosive attack, he calmed down slightly.

The Duke who calmed down roughly pushed away Darkley, who was pressing him under him to protect him, and stood up.

Now it was the time when horses were neighing and people were screaming, and there was chaos. It's just that the people he brought with him were all the best among the best. Even if there was an emergency, they would instantly close their formation and surround him in the middle.

But the Duke straightened his helmet and looked at the faces of the guards from the corner of his eyes.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that after the embarrassing fall, the eyes of these people became a bit dazzling!

Duke Adal gritted his teeth, breathed rapidly, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

All the emotions of panic and shame were finally catalyzed into one thing - anger!

You northern monkey! barbarian! Bastard!

He has obviously been caught up! He has obviously been cornered! It was clear that they were just a bunch of maggot-like refugees!

Isn’t the leader a smart man? ! The people of Cintra don't want their lives, so why don't the witchers stop them and don't want their lives? !

How dare you, how dare you humiliate me! Insult the noble identity and lineage of Nilfgaard!

Do you think that just by making a small, small movement, you can attract rescue? !

Ridiculous!

Regardless of the fact that his troops were still in chaos, Duke Adal angrily grabbed the armor of a guard.

"Kill them."

The muscles in Duke Adal's face were twitching, making him look like a hungry wolf.

"Except for the target mentioned in advance! Leave no one behind! Kill them all! No! Leave the leader alone, I will roast him alive! Roast him on the fire he caused!"

The guard who was held back nodded and accepted the order, then turned around and began to report back to Darkley.

In normal times, of course, the noble master's orders are as big as the sky, but now, the master only issued a vague order request, so of course he had to turn to the officer who could formulate a plan to ask for detailed orders.

"How many casualties did we have?"

Darkley asked, lifting his visor.

"Seventeen of the black infantry archers at the end of the formation are dead, and the number of wounded is unknown."

This kind of damage is not important. What is important is the fire that gradually spreads around as the mead flows down.

Darkley narrowed his eyes as he looked at the flames flowing down the crater above his head.

"The cavalry is stationary and is responsible for restoring order! Send out five hundred infantry to kill the group of refugees, and the rest are responsible for suppressing the fire and cleaning up the burning debris blocking the exit! Action!"

"Put the battle flag up! Let me tell you this is just a small thing, a small accident!"

Under Darkri's orders, the Nilfgaardian army, which had fallen into chaos, began to move again.

The Duke's anger was the signal for full firepower. The Nilfgaardian infantry regiments, who were ready to go, drew their swords in unison and approached the refugee group amid a numbing sound of metal friction.

The only thing standing between the refugee group and the Nilfgaardians was Haxor and dozens of people around him.

The refugees behind them were scared out of their minds.

The hillside behind him was filled with red fire and heat, and the Nilfgaardian's cold sword was almost touching his neck.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Crazy screams came and went, like demons in the shadow of the fire.

Refugees rushed out from the lines of Haxor and Cintra warriors.

Not because he was brave, but because he was so scared that he lost his mind.