Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 615 617. Camping Roar

“When a mountain fire burns this hard, it’s actually possible to escape from the fire scene on the hillside!”

Darkley's men said to him in his mind.

"This mountain is not big to begin with, and there aren't that many combustibles. It stands to reason that there should already be a gap in the flames, but it is just blocked by thick smoke and fire. And as long as there are enough people to explore the way."

As long as there are enough people exploring the way, they can escape by stepping on other people's corpses!

Darkley immediately realized that this was indeed a feasible solution.

It's just that you need to make a choice: let more people die in exchange for finding a way to survive. still.

Still a piece of shit!

Darkley made his decision instantly, without even half a second of hesitation.

Seeing at the outermost edge of the crowd, Lan En's [Turbid Current] sword once again set off a wave of blood!

The tight crowd instantly felt like a bite of apple pie, highlighting a gap.

But the demon hunter, who reappeared in the distance like blue smoke, staggered slightly.

Darkley caught this immediately.

Look carefully again.

The Witcher's breathing was even greater than before, and his physical strength was not bottomless. Although his physical strength after killing hundreds of people in a row like a war machine is staggering, in the final analysis, he has his limits!

Moreover, the temperature in the mountain col has become like an oven at this time, but the demon hunter seems to be hotter than everyone else.

His face under his silver hair was flushed with heat!

Generally speaking, enemies who look like this are not feared. But because the killing scenes he caused before were so horrific, even if he showed this appearance, no Nilfgaardian could rise up to resist.

Not even a single Nilfgaardian dared to look into his eyes again!

The troops that once swept across the enemy army have now become sardines huddled together waiting to die!

That does not work

Darkley thought.

The momentum has been completely shattered, but the organization has not been lost. The result is like a group of sheep gathering together.

Unable to resist, not even able to escape.

Darkley didn't know if the current situation was caused intentionally by the demon hunter. After all, he suffered a loss in this regard during the last battle at dusk.

From this point of view, it seems that it really should be.

"Ah, ah ah ah!!!"

Darkley, who was standing among the crowd in Nilfgaard, suddenly shouted as if he couldn't bear the current situation and collapsed.

There were many people crying like him around, but his cry was extraordinary.

The first is his position. He is the highest commander of this army except Duke Adar.

Secondly, the plan approved by Darkley was also implemented, and the psionic masters began to mobilize the collapsed emotions and spirits of some people.

This method is very difficult, Joanna cannot last at all, and it cannot affect much quantity at all.

But in the current situation, all it takes is a little bit of emotional provocation, and the camp is not far away from being blown up.

Darkri immediately pulled out his sword and slashed the Nilfgaardian soldier standing next to him to death.

Then, like a madman, he wiped the blood from the observation seam of his helmet, and then slashed at the soldiers around him!

"Don't be in my way, I'm running away! No one wants me to die here!"

With a 'bang', the soldiers immediately exploded!

The last bit of reason that maintained order disappeared from the minds of the soldiers in an instant.

So under the emotion of collapse and panic, everyone around them became untrustworthy and became factors that threatened their own safety!

So the soldiers who lost their minds began to kill each other in an attempt to ensure their own safety.

It is also commonly known as - Ying Xiao!

But the commander who had set off the roar of the camp immediately lost his crazy look.

With his extraordinary skills, he quickly removed the slightly different armor and decorations on his body, took ordinary clothes from the corpses of his colleagues who were hacked to death, and put them on himself.

"No!"

On the train, Duke Adal, who was helplessly watching the camp roar but could do nothing, screamed in despair.

He is the kind of person who can only wield power under a well-established power structure.

Rules, laws. But now, with all trust collapsed, he suddenly discovered that he had become a mortal!

There is no way for mortals to escape from wildfires.

"No, no, don't come back! Reorganize your formation and put out the fire! Make a way for me!"

Adal was lying on the platform of the car, shouting down below.

But at this moment, the Duke's bloodline and family background are meaningless.

Rights come from trust, trust in the system, and trust in the rules.

And when the camp roar occurred, all trust in the army collapsed.

"Careful, my lord!"

Darkley raised his head and shouted upwards, his expression concerned and enthusiastic.

Now he was wearing the helmet of an ordinary soldier, and with the war in chaos, Adal couldn't recognize him as the commander who had suffered a mental breakdown just now.

Darkley reached Adal's side in three or two steps, making a gesture to help him and move away together.

This somewhat warmed Adal's heart.

"There are still loyal people in our army, there are still some."

Adal was also muttering distractedly now, looking nervous. It doesn't look like he had his eyes above his head at all, like he did at the beginning.

"When I return to the City of Golden Towers. This time I was just careless. When I return, all these noisy and troublemaking bastards will be brought to court-martial."

"Protect me well, and when I go back, you will have a bright future!!!"

Before he could finish his promise of becoming an official, Darkley, who was holding Adal on his arm, tripped the Duke's ankle.

This move was quite technical. With a "crack" sound, the Duke's ankles wearing greaves bent outwards at a strange angle.

The Duke himself could only fall to the ground holding his ankles.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

Under Adal's incredible eyes, Darkley briefly lifted the visor of his helmet, lowered his head and smiled at the great nobleman.

"Darkley?" The Duke was in disbelief at first, and then his mood turned into rage. "How dare you hurt me!?"

"More than just hurting you, you have to stay here in order for us to survive."

"W-what?"

"It's simple, my lord. We don't want to mess with that witcher anymore."

"You lost your face in front of him. You abused his friends in front of him, and then provoked him to start killing us regardless."

Speaking of this, the corners of Darkley's mouth couldn't stop trembling. He thought that he would probably never forget today's scene and the witcher who caused it in his life.

"He actually can't care about all of us, but he will never let you go. Whoever wants to be with you must die. My guys and I don't want to die yet, so you have to stay here. Used Let that witcher cool off."

"But we are different from you. Although we participated in planning the action against him, we never showed our faces from beginning to end."

Of course, those who came up with the chains to look for trouble had already been cut into pieces on the spot.

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