Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 950 932. There is a wonderful scene ahead

Eldridge, this is already the biggest threat in Lan En's mind.

Although the darkness hidden in his body was suppressed by the brief rekindling of the flame, during that period of time without seeing the light, the feeling of oppression and erosion had been lingering around Lan En's body and mind.

"Don't worry! Kirk and I will help you, we'll be here whenever you call!"

The guy wearing a funny yellow hat next to him said it very familiarly.

After the introduction just now, Lan En knew that her name was Hazel and that she was good at magic.

What makes Lan En a little surprised, or rather uncomfortable, is that this is the first time in this world that he has met such a familiar person.

In other words, it was the first time I met such an innocent person.

Lan En just revealed his identity, and then the girl who was listening to Kirk's story just now completely regarded him as a companion.

He enthusiastically pulled him to talk together.

In this cruel and unstable world, Lan En does not hate this kind of character, but he is worried about whether people with this kind of character can survive in difficult situations.

Enthusiasm and familiarity mean to a certain extent that one is not vigilant enough and can be easily deceived.

But Lan En felt good about Hazel's enthusiastic help.

"Of course, I will call you. If you are not busy with anything else at that time."

"Don't worry, I'm always on call!"

Hazel assured, patting her chest.

Kirk, who was next to her, was silent for a moment, looked at Lan En with unknown meaning for a while, and then nodded stiffly.

"I will also go to help, but" Kirk said, turning his head to the yellow hat beside him, "don't make promises for others casually in the future, Hazel. You will get into trouble."

Hazel tilted her head and spread her hands, not sure whether she heard it or not.

"Originally, Leonard left Clayton here, but I don't recommend you go find him."

Although Kirk's armor was so ferocious that most people would feel uncomfortable even passing by him, he seemed to really want to help Lan En and reminded him.

"That man is a traitor to the Miller Knights, a wandering knight. Although I am not qualified to say bad things about him, this man is indeed not worthy of trust. Leonard kept him purely because he thought this man would be useful and gave up. It’s not just that I feel bad.”

Hazel in the yellow hat muttered to one side, saying things like, ‘I think this guy is pretty good’, ‘There’s nothing wrong with him’ and the like.

But Lan En still remembered this man. When facing the bishops who were eroded by the deep faith, Clayton used the blade of his ax to hook the corpse of a maggot man, and then held it in front of him.

At that time, Lan En felt that if this guy had a live maggot man closer to him, he would probably not bother to drag a corpse that was far away.

"I will be careful."

Lann nodded to Kirk and Hazel, turned and left.

Leonard said that ‘some people were left behind’, but in fact it was just these three. In this apocalyptic world where the flames are declining, being able to pull together a team of less than ten people is considered awesome, and we can't expect more.

After writing down the emblems of several people, Lan En was ready to leave for Irushil.

The true hometown of the Netherworld Saint, the New Divine City.

Before leaving, he visited Rosalia again and the two Sons of God who were receiving miraculous treatment.

Among them, Ge Cide has not changed. She has been studied the most deeply by the sages in the Great Library, and it should be the most difficult to treat.

Ocelot was a little better, at least when Lan En went to look at him, he could reach out his little hand to the witcher again. It's considered energetic.

But Lan En was a little confused. Before, it could be said that he still had Rosalia's power, which made the little guy feel kind.

Now that he is bathing in the miraculous light of his mother, why should he extend his hand to me?

Simply like me?

Lan En, who was confused, did not hesitate. He just bowed to Rosalia, who continued to maintain miracles to dispel the crystallized power, and then left.

Even though she had been maintaining the release of power, the goddess who fell on the bed still leaned forward and responded to Lan En who left.

"If Eldridge is really transferred to Irushil, then I would like to ask you for a favor."

Arriving at the door of the Netherworld Church, Leonard seemed to have finally overcome his inner discomfort and reestablished communication with Lan En.

He held up the brim of the wide-brimmed hat on his head. This image always made Lan En feel that he should be in Yanan.

"If you have the chance, please go to the ruins of Anor Londo that were moved after the city of Irithyll."

"At the highest point of that part of the ruins, there should still be a palace. That was Rosalia's residence before she had a pseudonym and was not married."

"Before, because I was worried about the relationship between the two branches of the gods, Lothric and Irushil, I could only place the goddess here in a condescending manner. But now Lothric has no time to take care of himself. He always stays in this place and treats the goddess. It’s too unfair.”

"The current leader of the God Clan and the Dark Moon God Gwendelin is the younger brother of the goddess. Since Osloais has gone crazy and was killed by you, there is no reason for him to leave his sister outside. This is the truth Bar?"

The noble widow is ready to see if the mansion in her hometown can still be used.

This is Lan En's understanding of this request.

"No problem, it sounds like it's just the way to go."

So Lan En agreed easily, and then prepared to ride a unicorn to Irushil.

According to Kirk's route description, the road is long and dangerous.

You need to first pass through the Living Sacrifice Road and reach the abandoned Fran Fortress.

Then enter the underground passage from the temple of Fran Fortress.

A long time ago, this journey was not dangerous. Because as King Xin's legacy fortress, it was well taken care of even if it was abandoned.

As long as there is a warrant issued by Lothric, one can directly cross the mountains through the underground passage and then enter the Cold Valley.

But after the French Immortal Team spread the fire as the salary king, Casas, the country of yellow sand, rose up.

Casas, who fought everywhere and was invincible, even once captured Dolanguleg, the former country of fire.

This kind of record made King Wonir feel complacent, claiming to be the [Overlord], and he no longer even respected countries like Lothric and Irushil that were established by the gods.

Then, the ambitious Vonir invaded this land with his troops. As a result, he was caught in the middle by Lothric and Irushil, and all the troops were destroyed.

And the huge kingdom that was maintained by superb force also collapsed and was destroyed as the force disappeared.

Only a group of undead and skeletons were left, becoming the king's tombkeepers in the huge underground passage.

It is said that in despair, Warnir realized the power of "darkness" deep underground, and the troops guarding him were affected by this and lost their human form.

When Lan En listened to Kirk's story, he felt as if he was listening to a fairy tale, in a fog.

But at least he knows one thing: this road is probably going to be difficult to walk now.

And he also knew another thing: he could have avoided taking that difficult road.

Reaching Irushil through a huge and complex underground passage is mainly to save the time of crossing the mountains and the steep terrain.

But these things are really meaningless to Qilin.

If the darkness in Lan En's body is so imminent that it may swallow up his body and mind in the next second, then Qilin can accept carrying Lan En all the way and rushing through the underground passage.

But now, seeing the demon hunter jumping around, it seemed like he could punch himself a few times.

So Qilin didn't want to drill into the underground passage at all.

‘Wonier realized the power of darkness in a moment of despair’. Listen!

What a scary unicorn!

Seeing people like Lan En being eroded by the darkness of this world, Qilin didn't have the spirit to face the challenge at all.

"Whoops!"

Hot air blew out from the huge nostrils, and the unicorn ruby-like eyes stared at Lan En.

Underneath the noble and elegant horse figure, Qilin's inner drama can't be hidden in front of Lan En.

‘Detour, boss! What a detour! You believe me! Climbing over mountains is no big deal! ’

Underneath the cool and arrogant figure of this horse is a soul as lazy and lazy as a college student.

Lan En once felt that it was inappropriate to insult someone he was and would become, but he really couldn't find any other suitable expression to describe this unicorn.

However, Lan En's current target is Eldridge, and his attitude towards other enemies is that he will not provoke him as much as he can.

So Qilin's suggestion was adopted.

——

"Crack!"

The vigorous and powerful body of the ancient dragon in the New World, after being stimulated and strengthened by thunder and lightning, becomes even more light and agile like a falling leaf.

It may only take a few minutes for an ordinary person to walk 500 meters on flat ground. However, if you take the mountain road and climb 500 meters above sea level, you may have to walk all morning.

In this world maintained by flames, the steepness of the mountain roads is even more exaggerated. It can even be said that there are no mountain roads at all, and they are all rocks that have not been artificially developed.

But these differences, under the feet of a New World ancient dragon, did not even make Qilin feel the difference.

When it climbs these mountains, it feels like walking on the flat roads of the magical Middle Ages.

In just one morning, Qilin crossed the entire mountain range.

When Lan En and Velvet Ball were sitting on its back to catch their breath, the newly established divine capital after the end of the mythical age - Irushil.

Already appeared in front of them.

After Ludos sat on the Throne of Desire and rekindled the flames, the timing of this world was close to normal.

Logically speaking, it should be afternoon at this time, but when the Witcher and Elcat got off the back of the ancient dragon, what they saw was a quiet and elegant night scene.

The huge moon in the sky is quiet and distant. Rows of Gothic spiers make the skyline jagged.

The towering building in the farthest distance is almost as high as the mountain. The aurora on the first floor, which I don’t know why but should never appear here according to common sense, shrouds the sky over the city.

Just like the white gauze curtain blown by the breeze at midnight, reflecting the moonlight, it is erratic and soft.