Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 798 780. Wild Hunt

"What are you talking about? How is this possible in summer?!"

Berengar refuted the woman's words based on his own experience and knowledge, but soon, the pupils in his own cat eyes suddenly shrank uncontrollably.

On the road outside this small hotel, a large group of cavalry seemed to appear out of thin air.

Heavy and unusually erratic horse hooves trampled the muddy roads in Willen's countryside. As the sound of horse hooves came, the sound of rainwater being frozen into ice beans became more and more urgent.

[Wild Hunt] looks like a group of ghost knights riding skeleton horses. Under the leadership of the King of the Wild Hunt, they ride through the night sky in groups, accompanied by lightning, thunder, and ghostly howls. and nightmares.

Lan En has never come face to face with this famous magical phenomenon.

Yes, before today, Lan En always felt that the so-called "Wild Hunt" should be a magical phenomenon. Or they are victims of some large curse that has existed since ancient times.

In folklore, the Wild Hunt is an ominous omen, foretelling war and other disasters to come.

The able-bodied people are abducted in their processions, only to be found again later in life as soulless husks.

But today, [Wild Hunt] clearly demonstrated their strong purpose.

Targeting an incomprehensible woman’s purpose!

"I have to go."

The beautiful woman with mouse-grey hair stared at the door of the hotel, as if the wooden door with its uneven seams could provide her with an illusory sense of security.

At the same time, her tall legs in high-heeled leather boots began to retreat.

"Please help me stop them, my sergeant. Protect me just like you did before, just like you promised me."

Her tone is natural and very candid and trusting. It was as if Lan En had really promised her.

But Lann didn't remember, not even Mentos.

"Sir." The voice of the biological intelligence brain sounded faintly in Lan En's mind, "You didn't really find any way to shut me down, did you? I think she seems to be really sincere."

Mentos's tone was as usual, and he sounded like a British butler with a strong sense of style.

But because of this, when it is in a weird mood, it is particularly irritating. This situation was completely unexpected when Lan En set the tone for it.

So now the young demon hunter feels that his teeth are hurting from anger.

"I also asked you if you were derelict in your duty! If you tell me you don't know something that I can't remember, then what do you do for food?!"

"But you know in your heart that this is not possible, sir." Mentos responded to his subject in an orderly manner, his tone as elegant as ever. "I never leave anything out."

Immediately, the nagging of the biological brain was forcibly suppressed by the main body.

Lan En's attention returned to the outside of his mind.

"I don't remember us meeting before, ma'am."

The witcher's necklace shook more and more violently. Lan En shook his head gently and slowly stood up from the bench.

His huge body cast an even bigger shadow under the light. It was another sense of oppression that was different from the wild hunting outside the house.

But the woman who was being questioned by him in a rude tone didn't seem to care about the oppression at all, and she didn't think Lan En would do anything to her.

She still chuckled and backed away: "Actually, you have recognized me, haven't you?"

The young demon hunter did not respond directly and kept a straight face: "But this is impossible! I hope she will only be fourteen years old when she celebrates her birthday this year, but what about you?"

The woman paused, and then continued: "I never thought that the word 'impossible' would come out of your mouth one day."

She smiled happily.

"It seems that arriving earlier can lead to a lot of unexpected fun. Now I have successfully seen the side of you that you have not shown me."

"But it's a pity that I don't have much time left. Otherwise, I really want to stay in the room with you for a week without even leaving the door."

It was strange that the woman's words did not change Lan En's expression. His tolerance for pornographic jokes had been greatly improved by the sorceress, and the guy in front of him was not very good at playing.

After finishing speaking, the tall woman with mouse-grey hair had retreated to the counter.

She turned around and patted the alert Berengar on the shoulder.

"Remember to bring me a gift, Master."

The old demon hunter was confused: "What do you mean? We haven't even met him yet!"

The woman didn't explain, but took out a few more silver coins from her pocket and threw them on the counter.

Regardless of whether the frightened hotel owner caught it or not, he reached out and picked a washed and peeled dried fish, a whole chicken, and a few hanging garlic and onions from the wall.

With a deft turn, he climbed out of the small window on the back side of the hotel.

The dog outside the window thought it was another delicious leftover, but then it screamed as a person jumped over to him alive.

Her figure was very light, which amazed Berengar.

After all, although this woman only wore some light leather armor and mail armor, it still weighed more than ten or twenty kilograms, and affected her sensitivity.

It is rare for ordinary people to be able to make such light movements under such clothes.

In fact, among demon hunters, only those from the Cat School can do it.

But Berengar was just surprised, while Lan frowned when the woman made a move to escape through the window.

Those techniques and breathing look so familiar!

But now there is no time to dwell on this woman's problem.

Outside this small hotel, the soul-stirring sound of horse hooves from the Ghost Cavalry was extremely close!

Lan En turned his head in the direction of the sound of horse hooves and walked towards the hotel door.

He pulled down his hood, and his molten silver-like hair slanted down from inside. Together with his eerily handsome face, it almost brightened up this dim little hotel.

The breath of the hotel owner and the two tables of guests also stopped.

"Hey, that's [Wild Hunt], you've never dealt with this kind of thing."

Berengar leaned close to Lan En and whispered.

"You really know that weird woman? Even if you do, there's no need to confront the Wild Hunt, right?"

"No, we don't know each other." Lan En shook his head, "But if it's really like what I guessed"

Lan En did not finish speaking, but his brows furrowed deeper.

"Anyway, let's help her block this for a while."

The young witcher unbuckled his cloak around his neck.

He carried the thick and wide hooded cloak to Berengar.

By the way, Lan En also put his hand on Berengar's shoulder, pushing the old demon hunter who wanted to be with him on the edge of the counter.

"I don't believe in your fighting ability, just don't cause trouble for me, Master."

The last 'Master' was obviously sarcastic, but Berengar had already been 'taunted' by him about his combat prowess when he first met Lan.

So at this time, I curled my lips and didn't argue.