Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1442 1414. Efficient Hunting

The kitten was wearing the same bone-white kitten armor that was forged with [Smaug] last time.

He landed on all fours and ran with a clanking sound.

The Redanian soldiers who were heading towards Luo Xia Palace and then preparing to leave Xenide Island just saw a shadow of bone white, white, black and yellow, and the four-color intertwined shadow flickered, and the kitten rushed up!

"Hey hey hey!"

The flannel ball jumped continuously on the terraces with huge height differences, and sometimes stepped on the shoulders and helmets of the Redanian soldiers blocking the steps.

But the person who was stepped on only felt that only the weight of the cat had lent strength to them.

Velvet Ball's [Light Body Technique] is even better than Lan En's.

The last one swooped down like a little tiger, and the velvet ball collided with Lan En's similarly bone-white armor, but neither of them cared.

The calico kitten was already hanging on Lan En's shoulder.

Dijkstra almost saw what it was, and his brain was still processing the information.

But the flannel ball has already spoken anxiously!

"Boss, you are right, meow! Someone outside is trying to reach the island from the sea!"

"There's no need to recognize their menacing appearance! Qilin is about to destroy their ship with lightning, meow! But"

Elumao hurriedly reported the situation to Lan En and explained the whole story.

Dijkstra blinked his eyes. He looked at the flannel ball and thought, is this the kitty man mentioned in the intelligence?

The agile skills just now, if you really use your hands, such fast speed and flexibility are no joke.

And ‘Kilin’?

Can summon thunder. Is it the name of a [Druid Sky Controller]?

Another person appeared next to [Hunter Lord] and was involved, but they didn't even know about it.

At this time, the spy chief was calmly summarizing this information in his mind as if by instinct.

But suddenly, a large shadow, in the early morning light that was already darkened by the dark clouds of Qilin summoning thunder, directly covered it with another layer!

Fluffy Ball hasn't finished speaking yet, but Lan En has already seen it.

A large ship flew directly from the sea under Xianide Island!

The ship is wrapped in a transparent spherical protective shield that shines with magical light. The seawater hanging on the protective shield still carries arc sparks!

In the stunned expressions of Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers, the merchant ship, which was about the same size as the Svenlin they boarded, crashed directly into the tower of Gastang Palace under the control of some force!

Loud noises and flying sand and rocks!

Even though we have descended to the middle of Xianide Island, the rolling and crumbling rocks still make ordinary people feel heartbroken!

The soldiers subconsciously raised their limited number of shields to their heads.

They were on a secret capture mission, so naturally they didn't have too many shields in their equipment that were suitable for head-on confrontation.

The gravel was pounding down from the top of the trembling rocky island. The soldiers, even with their shields on their backs, were hit so hard that they could only use instinctive yelling to release their panic.

And those who didn't even have shields could only curl up subconsciously, or find a sheltered place to hide.

Stones the size of fists rolled down the mountain, and when they hit the thick greaves, they could make deep dents with a 'pang' sound.

By the way, the soldier's calf bone was broken under the greaves.

Wails and screams suddenly spread throughout the entire Thanide Island!

All the luxury, licentiousness, and the hospitality atmosphere that Sunide Island had created since last night for the wizard summit's welcome dinner, disappeared like dewdrops in the sun after this moment.

This is still a huge rock on the seaside, and it is still one of the two major academies for wizards.

But after this moment, the smell of blood mixed with iron and fire spread uncontrollably!

The shouts and war cries, which were different from the wails and screams, burst out from the point where the big ship hit Thanide Island.

"Dh'oine!"

What came intermittently from the fishy cold sea breeze was an ancient language, which meant ‘human beings’.

It is not difficult to understand the identity of the person who shouted this.

"Scia'tael!" Dijkstra's face full of violence sank, "Francesca! This elf bitch!"

He actually doesn't understand Ancient Tongue, but just understanding this word is enough.

Lan En, who had just used [Alder's Seal] to blow away many broken stones, now also put down his left hand that was holding the hand seal and stretching forward.

In a very short period of time, he looked up at the tower with unknown meaning at first, and then looked up at the tower where even the stones had burned and turned into a red and shiny liquid, almost melting like candles on a birthday cake.

The change in eyes only occurs in an instant.

When he also flew out and a [Thunder Cat Sword], which helped others deflect many stones, landed on his shoulder, his eyes had completely calmed down.

"I've known it for a long time," the young demon hunter murmured in a low voice with a hint of helplessness, "I keep talking about the [Forbidden Magic Array], but I'm just setting up a FLAG."

"My lord! Your Majesty the Duke!" Dijkstra was now dressed in a mess, and there was still lime from broken stones on the side of his mouth where he had just drank water.

Although the rockfall had subsided for the time being, he still subconsciously raised his fat and strong body and ran to Lan En, saying hatefully.

"This must be a remnant of the traitors among the warlocks who have not been caught! Now the Scoia'tael have also been brought in! The ship is about the same size as ours. If they are squeezed together, at least two hundred Scoia'tael can fit in! "

He looked serious, as if he immediately recognized the problem with the big ship.

"The Scoia'tael are being sent in now only to cause maximum damage! To kill the Northern Warlocks! They are best at causing damage after being dispersed!"

The Scoia'tael, these non-human races that exist in the form of guerrillas, one of their great characteristics is that they kill everyone they see, and the wider the involvement, the better. Just like when Iorveth revealed his thoughts to Lan En.

Most people in the non-human race have actually realized that their race is on the downhill road of destruction.

Their current behavior is not so much resistance, but rather a way to vent their hatred by looking for someone to back them up when they are self-destructive.

If these people have a bottle of poison that can be poured into the village well, they will not put it into someone's water tank.

If you kill more people, the poison will not be wasted.

Lan En does not engage in racial criticism or racial discrimination, because extremists of any race are such scum, there is no difference at all.

But it is undeniable that: excluding Iorveth and others who have cooperated with Lan En, under normal circumstances, the Scoia'tael's recruitment targets are often the most extreme group of inhuman races.

So Dijkstra was right. Once the Scoia'tael group landed on Thanede Island, their intentions and style, as well as the subsequent actions based on it, were all predictable.

But Lan En glanced at Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers who still had frightened expressions and only dared to look out tentatively from the shelter.

"No, you still have to leave Arethusa."

"What?" Dijkstra said in shock and anxiety, "Sir! Lan En!"

He changed his title twice in succession to emphasize his tone.

In the end, he suppressed the fear and impatience in his heart and managed to speak in a consultative tone.

"I know that with your skills, more than two hundred Scoia'tael are not enough to fight you!"

"But this is not a battlefield with smooth terrain, no obstacles, and head-on confrontation!"

"The Scoia'tael won't gather together to confront you head-on! They just want to spread out and kill more people! Kill more warlocks!"

"You are only one person after all! If you can take care of one side, you can't take care of the other! Let's clean up the Scoia'tael together!"

"As for the mages, it's come to this point. No matter how stubborn and reluctant Ms. Tissaya and Elle's Gerhard are, it's time to start taking action! Is there any warlock in the world who can match them?"

Dijkstra used his own analysis and logic to persuade Lan En, and he was indeed sincere at this time.

Nilfgaard was afraid of the northern archmages because of the Battle of Sodden Mountain two years ago. The northerners were certainly not stupid, and they cherished the rare advantage they had over the southern empire even more.

Even though the wizards' summit is dominated by famous mages from the north, most of the mages are hedonists, researchers, or speculators who want to become politicians.

How many can actually fight?

The mage possesses powerful destructive power, but in a real fight, it is not news that those who are inexperienced and unable to calm down will be taken away by an arrow immediately.

The Scoia'tael are particularly good at sneak attacks and surprise attacks.

And Dijkstra already knew it from Philippa Earhart, because of the real tallest tower on Thanede Island - Thor Laura.

The chaotic teleportation gate in the tower would distort the teleportation magic in the entire area. Wizards would not even dare to open the teleportation gate, otherwise it would be no different than committing suicide.

If you want to get out of the area of ​​influence, you have to go at least as far as Luo Xia Palace!

If we continue like this for a while, I don’t know how many mages on Xannide Island will die!

But the situation changed in an instant. From one moment, 'the matter has been basically completed, only the details remain', to now, 'the forbidden magic circle suddenly failed, and by the way, someone smashed a Scoia'tael on a shipping merchant ship! ’, when the sprint has reached this point.

Lan instead did not adopt Dijkstra's advice and asked these Redanian soldiers to go up to Arethusa again to confront the Scoia'tael who were spreading out randomly, causing chaos and killing.

"Let's go, Dijkstra."

He just said this, and the spy chief saw him pat the little cat man's head on his shoulder, and then rubbed a certain ring on his hand.

"For your own good, take them with you now."

Therefore, the spy chief, who had some vague premonitions, said no more. He just looked at the top of the rocky island with worried eyes, then cautiously retreated, leading his shocked soldiers away.

And where Dijkstra led the people away, it was also the front and back legs where the flashy and towering Aretusari began to sound war cries and screams.

The two formations were roughly the same, both were gloomy and distant, like bells ringing in the rain and fog in Aretuosa.

The faint green light appeared abnormally in this early morning dawn.

An old hunter who was not too tall, wearing a khaki leather jacket and a three-cornered hat, holding a meat saw in one hand and a hunter's musket in the other, was the first to appear, moving his shoulders.

Following closely behind him was an old hunter wearing a crow mask and a bird feather cloak.

"You are really busy." Henrik said muffledly under the mask. "He's in trouble again so quickly."

"But the scenery here is nice." Crow Hunter Erin turned towards the sea, "Is this dawn? Or dusk? I really can't get enough of the sun."

Lan En shook his head: "Now is not the time to chat, Henrik, Irene. I need to conduct an efficient hunt."

"Efficient hunting?"

The two old hunters from Yanan tilted their heads and looked at each other, then nodded indifferently.