Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 621 623. Scar

 At the end of it all, Lan and even Stuart, an ordinary person, felt that it was a bit difficult.

He stood at the exit of the mountain col and took out the [North Wind] bomb that was filled with magic power by the archmage from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

Just throwing one in, this ordinary Nilfgaardian soldier spent hundreds of manpower unable to extinguish the flaming fence.

The flames seemed to be suppressed by the cold air for a moment.

 The hot air becomes cooler.

The Duke of Adal, who was pushed into the pile of dead bodies by Lan En and entangled with the corpses, watched this scene with splitting eyes.

 Why. Why was it that the wildfire that destroyed his entire division and his tyrannical troops could not act as a hindrance to a mere demon hunter? ! Why? !

His eyes were red as if he wanted to eat someone, and his hands and one foot that could still move were lying down and moving desperately in the messy pile of corpses.

What is left in my eyes is a little bit of coolness and an exit in the vast fire.

 However, just after the tall figure who had opened a way out walked out, he threw another small ball behind him.

Hence, the flames that had been temporarily suppressed by the cold air roared back to life with a bang.

　　Right in front of Adal, just before he was about to crawl into the way to survive.

 One [North Wind] is used to go out, and one [Dragon Dream] is used to close the door.

For the Nilfgaardians, Lan En could actually leave at any time after the fire that destroyed their entire division.

The reason why he stayed inside with the Nilfgaardians was just to prevent the Nilfgaardians inside from using any special methods.

 For example, sending a signal to a warlock in the distance to open a portal or something.

Of course, of course, only the noblest group of people can benefit from this high-end and lavish action. After all, even for a great mage like Tissaya, her portal cannot open too far, nor can it be maintained too large, or for too long.

And the noble Duke Adal Aip Darcy is undoubtedly the most powerful and wealthy person in the Nilfgaard Empire. The warlocks in the empire might even want to be the dogs of the Darcy family.

 But Lan En must kill these 'noble people' who started the war, and he doesn't care much about the other ordinary Nilfgaard soldiers.

 That's why Lan En killed the legions in the mountain col until they collapsed.

 One is to ensure that the Nilfgaardian army loses its organization and is unable to respond to wildfires with group strength.

 The second is to confirm that there are no new chaos magic waves added here, that is, new warlocks entering the scene.

When Lan En helped Stuart out, who was almost crippled, the burning valley behind them was still echoing with the screams and curses of Duke Adal who was only one step away from his way out but was blocked back.

The sound was mixed with the screams and groans of pain from the remaining Nilfgaardian soldiers, as well as the "whooshing" sound of the burning mountain fire.

It's like the sound of demonic breathing coming out from a burning cave deep underground.

 Twisted and terrifying.

 After Lan En came out, he saw a group of people unexpectedly but reasonably.

On the ridges on both sides of the crater exit, a head of white hair that was originally tied behind his head is now messy. The blade in his hand is stained with blood and grease. It looks like Geralt, who has gone through a hard battle, is taking the lead. walked down.

 About twenty people were behind him.

Looking behind him, he saw that the armor of the Advanced Bear School that Gede inherited from Lan En had cotton bursting out in many places on the outer covering of the cotton armor. Then the snow-white cotton was dyed black by the ashes flying on the mountain. Looks dirty.

Other than the bard who still wore the hat with a heron feather on his head, the most eye-catching person was actually Ciri. She was now carrying a Bear School steel sword made of normal material with great difficulty. There was only one blood stain on the sword, and on her left cheek, there was a sharp weapon scar that penetrated the upper and lower eye sockets.

 They fought hard.

Lan En could tell with just a moment's thought that they were on the mountain to intercept the rebel soldiers who escaped from the cracks in the mountain fire.

Those rebels had no organizational structure, but they were also serious Nilfgaardian soldiers. They had weapons and martial arts skills, and they had just run away from the pile of dead people with red eyes.

 Like a bunch of nervous and hungry beasts that have tasted human flesh.

 But even so, all of them still looked cheerful.

 “Thank you for your hard work, everyone.”

Lane gave them a strained smile.

Geralt waved his hand, as if he was doing an ordinary favor for a friend on an ordinary day.

 “It’s not as hard as you. You did a lot of trouble today.”

“This is not just ‘a big deal’!” Dandelion shouted dissatisfied, objecting to Geralt’s understatement.

"This will be an epic! One man versus one legion! Never before! Except for those madman-like warlocks who kill indiscriminately, such as Arzu and his infamous [Double Cross], no one has ever done it. !”

The poet's old friend Geralt, as well as his new friends, seemed to be indifferent to his words and just curled their lips.

 “What’s wrong with Xili?”

Lan En pinched the little girl's chin with his palm, turned her head that had turned away out of embarrassment, and looked at the scar.

“You may not believe it when you say it. No, even though I saw it with my own eyes, I still can’t believe it now.”

 Geralt’s tone was low and his emotions were complicated. Can't you tell if there is distress in this tone? Guilt? still.

"She was alone for a while just now. The burned woods became a mess, and she would lose sight if she was not careful. When I found her again, she actually killed a Nilfgaard with the sword that Gede had replaced. Deren, although the man was already unconscious from the burns. But it still left a scar on her."

"Isn't this ugly?" Ciri lowered her eyes under Lan En's gaze and whispered with a grin.

“No, this is very brave, and it will have a lot of personality when it heals properly. At least it’s more personality than those narcotic powder tattoos on the street.”

Hiri looked up at Lan En in surprise.

The witcher, who works part-time as a researcher in the Magic Academy project, continued.

“And if you want, you can come to me, this scar is nothing.”

Immediately afterwards, Shirley turned her head. Her face, which was originally tense due to injury, had softened under Lan En's comfort, but after an instant, her face became even more ugly.

 “Stewart.”

 The little girl looked at the young knight whose entire left half of his ribs were dented and his spine was bent due to lack of support, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

"he"

 “He will be fine.” Lan En said firmly.

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 (End of this chapter)