Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 609 611. A man without a seed

 “Then let’s take a look together.”

Adal stared hard into Haxo's eyes.

 “Look what happens to the hero’s family!”

 “Knock!”

“Break every bone in this hero’s son! Starting with his fingers! I’ll turn him into a puddle of mud in his armor! Right in front of this hero!”

With a "thud" sound, Adal picked up the steel scepter, raised it up, and hit Haxo's breastplate with the end of the stick.

As a result, Haxor suddenly curled up, his eyes widened, and he let out a "roaring, roaring" sound out of breath.

Adar smiled happily: "Resist? Keep resisting! I don't understand. What else do you have to resist? How can the empire fail you?"

“Ahem, ahem, a reason to resist? Isn’t this, isn’t this an easy thing to find?”

Hakthool’s curled-up body came out with a roaring laughter.

On the other side, Stewart also began to groan in pain.

 “I used to be a worthless man and a coward.”

"What did you say?"

Haxo's words made Adal confused. He even thought that this was another case of Haxo being verbally assertive.

“The scepter in your hand belongs to my friend. His name is Olivan, and he is the mayor of Sintra.”

“He was carried away to the castle, and your people chopped off the heads of his son and wife on the edge of the moat.”

 “Do you know who his wife is? What a **** coincidence, that’s my sister!”

 Elegance and etiquette, these things that Haxo spent countless training and memories in his bones in the first half of his life, are all gone at this moment. No one cares anymore.

“I raised my sister, entrusted it to a good and trustworthy man, gave birth to a son, and then, you beheaded me!”

"I didn't have the guts. I was so scared until Oliwen pushed me away. Just like he took care of me without the guts before, and then he died too. Only the mayor's scepter was left to me. He told me We need to save people, we need to save this country!”

 “Then I will work hard and think of a way!”

Haktho's crouched body suddenly rose up. He took out the dagger he had hidden long ago from the gap in his armor, turned over and stabbed Adar fiercely!

 But he was too slow and his movements were too obvious.

So the dagger didn't even touch Adal's armor, and was stopped by the Nilfgaardian soldiers next to him.

The arms of the Nilfgaardian soldier were intertwined with Haxor's. No matter how hard he tried, the dagger could not move forward a little.

Angered and angry, Adal rounded the steel scepter and bent Haxo's other leg with a bang.

 But the former royal steward of Cintra, Haxo, who calls himself "the man without a seed", ignored the pain of broken bones and crushed flesh.

He was being held up by Nilfgaardian soldiers and laughed at Adal, showing his gums and teeth that were stained red with blood.

His sideburns and beard are no longer neat, and the mockery and ferocity in his eyes are comparable to any warrior in Cintra!

 “How ridiculous! Your Majesty, the Duke of Nilfgaard!”

"It was you who made a man without a seed become what he is now! You made him understand what bravery is from the hatred of his relatives and friends, and what responsibility is from the deaths of countless people. In the end, this man without a seed turned out to be The hero in your mouth! Hahaha! How ridiculous!"

"Shut up!"

Adal raised the steel scepter and stabbed Haxor in the mouth with the end of the stick.

The heavy and strong scepter instantly dented half of Haxo's face.

 Blood accumulated in the helmet and dripped from the gaps. Half of the teeth were knocked out, and half of the teeth were swallowed by Haxo mixed with blood. The flames were still spreading down the hillside, and the heat was starting to get higher and higher.

Adal took a deep breath and suppressed the anger of being mocked by the northern barbarian.

 It is not the time for execution yet, he still has something he wants to know from this savage.

"Tell me" Adal picked up Haxo's head with his scepter, and the contact between the helmet and the scepter made a harsh steel friction sound.

“Where are the witchers in your team? Where is the little girl with mouse-gray hair? Where have you hidden them?”

Huckso's face was startled, and then the corners of his **** mouth twitched, as if he were smiling.

“This, this is what your emperor wants? ‘Little girl with mouse gray hair’? Haha.”

 He tried to speak vaguely.

"You don't even know the identity of the person you are looking for. It seems that your emperor doesn't want you to know these things."

Adal's face froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"I don't know, but I know that you will be able to tell me the whole story soon. And this information will become my new political bargaining chip."

 “Come and speak, hero. Then I will make your death a quick one.”

 And Haxo just looked at him with a smile. Even if he waved his hand to ask the people who were executing Stewart over there to increase their intensity and make the young knight scream more and more horribly, he just sneered.

The young knight just screamed from beginning to end, but never said a word to his father.

Stiff, right?

Adal has seen tough people, and he also knows how to deal with such people.

 He will play with them until they completely collapse!

Then the Duke showed a cruel and gloomy smile, and leaned close to Haxo's ear.

"Do you still think that reinforcements will come towards this wildfire? Do you think that by abandoning this group of maggot-like refugees, you can keep me and my army here? Let you become a household name, no matter who talks about it A hero who even gives a thumbs up?"

 “But all this, everything you pay is meaningless.”

Adal told Haxo the current situation of the war, but Haxo remained indifferent.

“Oh, it seems that you already knew that we won the Battle of Sodden, and what you wanted was to burn us to death with these meads. But that’s okay.”

 “Because it makes no sense either.”

Adal smiled and waved without looking back, and a rare man without armor stood up.

He was wearing commoner clothes and had no valuable accessories. He only had a prayer from the Sun Cult taped to the outside of the leather bag he was carrying cross-body with a fire seal.

"It's different from the disgusting way you in the north treat these magical guys as noble people. In the empire, magic is just a craft. It's no different from carpenters and blacksmiths."

Adar smiled disdainfully: "And the empire also trained these craftsmen to respect the people who should be noble - that is, the imperial nobles."

 “Let it rain, Peeta. Let it cool us down.”

 Chaos magic began to surge, and the sky became gloomy.

Hakthor's pupils shrank first, and then he showed a sarcastic smile.

"Who says it's meaningless? You are trapped by a group of refugees. If it weren't for a warlock, you would have died! What will happen when these soldiers spread the news? Are the Nilfgaardians still unstoppable? The Empire Are the nobles still out of reach? Or are you planning to silence all these more than 3,000 soldiers?"

 (End of this chapter)