Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 616 618. Expected

"Don't even think about going down, sir."

Darkley threw Adar on the platform amid all the emotions of disbelief, anger, and fear.

"Your ankle is broken. If you go down, you will be trampled to death by others. You might as well stay here. You can live for a few more minutes, right?"

"No, you can take me with you! You can definitely do it, Darkley!"

Adal could see that Darkley was serious, that this lowly bone really planned to let him stay here and let the witcher vent his anger.

Adal suddenly felt ridiculous. He was the Duke of the Nilfgaard Empire!

But then the heat of the wildfire and the armies fighting and fleeing made him regain his sense and return to reality.

"I can also change my clothes like you! There are corpses everywhere here! Just do me a favor. When I return to the Golden Tower City alive, I swear to the Great Sun! You will become a powerful person! A nobleman. !”

"As long as you help me change my clothes, we can go together! You will be prosperous and rich!"

Adal grabbed Darkley's ankle and looked at him sincerely.

As long as you take a gamble, you can get enough capital to last for a lifetime, which sounds really good.

"But I don't want to gamble now, my lord."

The Duke's eyes widened in panic.

"For people like us, when we work, we gamble our lives. But because of this, after we do enough work, we can roughly feel whether we can win the gamble."

Darkley smiled and knelt down, prying the Duke's fingers apart one by one.

"You have seen how scary that demon hunter is. I don't want to increase any risks in front of him."

After saying that, Darkley jumped off the platform neatly and blended into the thousands of people who had collapsed and scattered.

"No, don't leave me"

Only Duke Adal was left, twitching his broken leg on the platform and screaming miserably.

"Dakley! The commander has blended into the crowd! There is a commander, a witcher, in the crowd! Don't let him go! Don't let him go!"

The mixture of resentment, fear, and anger made the sound sound like the wail of a demon spirit.

Darkley, who was already mixed with countless rebels, lowered his helmet with his hand and smiled.

Shout, Duke. That's all you can do in the end.

A resentment that makes people laugh.

Darkley swung his wrist and thrust the sword into the head of a red-eyed soldier from the chin of his helmet.

Then he continued running towards the edge of the col.

The psionic master is now paying attention to the thought fluctuations of a large number of soldiers. This kind of observation is not subtle at all, so it is not too laborious.

However, the psionicist can find those scattered soldiers who were lucky enough to escape from the cracks of the wildfire from these fluctuating positions.

That's the way to survive they're looking for.

In the distance, Darkley glanced carefully.

The heat from wildfires sends ash upwards, before dissipating into the fiery red background.

That huge figure stood silently on a small slope holding a sword. It seemed that he was just watching the collapse, chaos and killing of more than two thousand Nilfgaardian legions, while recovering his physical strength.

That's fine.

Darkley thought to himself.

The demon hunter also needed to rest, and there was no way he could find himself in the chaos of thousands of people.

He might even not know that he exists, right?

The temperature was getting hotter and hotter, and the sweat on Darkley's forehead was about to flow into his eyes.

This made him wink hard.

But after he blinked a few times, his movements suddenly froze!

Wait, where did the witcher go? ?

On the small slope in the distance, there is nothing in the fiery red background!

"Bang!"

And that unique crashing sound, like a church bell, suddenly appeared behind Darkley!

The feeling of minced meat and blood splattering on the armor on the back is so unique.

Without any hesitation, Jean Darkley immediately raised his left hand and blocked him backwards!

The moment he turned around, he could only see that a large area of ​​the originally crazy and chaotic Nilfgaardian soldiers behind him had suddenly been cleared away!

Blood red dominates everything!

Immediately afterwards, the arm armor of his left hand violently exploded with sparks of impact. The force was transmitted from the arm armor to the body, and his whole body was thrown away as if he had been hit by a carriage.

After rolling several times in the blood-soaked mud, with the bulges and gaps in the armor filled with blood, mud, minced meat, and scattered human tissue, Darkley rolled with the impact and stood up, staggering again. He took two steps back before standing still.

On his arm armor, the runes of chaos magic loomed faintly.

He now understood what it felt like to be slashed by that big sword and that demon hunter, although he might have just been scratched at the end.

"Shit smallpox and plague, even the enchanted arm armor can't handle it!?"

Darkley trembled and hid his left hand behind his back.

And his eyes were fixed on the demon hunter standing not far away.

"The time you made your decision was a little faster than I expected, which shows that your decision-making was quite decisive."

The huge sword was carried on the demon hunter's shoulder, and thick blood was still dripping from it.

In the dim background of the firelight, those glowing cat eyes looked at Darkley quietly.

"No, show mercy, sir! I just want to go back alive. I'm just a soldier. I still have some at home."

"Now that we've got this, it's no longer fun to pretend, right, Commander?"

Lan En tilted his head.

"Or as the Duke calls you, Darkley?"

So, after a brief silence, Darkley's originally trembling waist stopped shaking and turned into a stable bend ready for action.

His face looked very ugly under his helmet.

"You just said 'sooner than you expected'. What did that mean?"

"What else can it mean? Do you really think that I am going to kill you all with one sword after another? That is both slow and inefficient, and the reliability of mountain fire is not high. Just like now, haven't you already Are you ready to find a way out of the cracks in the burning zone?"

Lan En asked him calmly, as if he couldn't figure out how he could ask such a poor question.

"Of course I want you to kill yourselves."

"I can kill hundreds of people, and mountain fire can kill thousands of people. But in this beast-fighting barrier made of flames, you can kill most of the remaining people yourself."

"It's enough for me to scare you and make you forget why you are fighting with your colleagues. After all, in a state of fear and tension, the fragile human mind will naturally do many illogical things. I only need one of you to start." If you are big enough, everything will start smoothly.”

"And as I said, you guys made your decision a little faster than I expected, which really saved me some energy."

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