Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1187: 1169 Reconnaissance Team

Chapter 1187 1169. Reconnaissance Team

The forward reconnaissance team was regarded as a target, but who was this target meant to attract?

Looking at the low and squat figures in this team, the answer is really self-evident.

Lan En glanced sideways at Zoltan beside him.

"You should understand in your heart, right?"

"Yeah." The savage-faced dwarf responded angrily, "I'm not stupid, so why don't I understand this? But when we followed Yarpan out, we had already thought about it."

"I am Zoltan Ziva! Now that I have made a decision, there is nothing to complain about. Just get on with the work."

"Hey, are you a dwarf from the Ziva clan?"

Speaking of Zoltan's surname, Lan En raised his eyebrows as he remembered his past experience.

In order to find the master-level equipment blueprints of the Bear School, he went to the Amer Mountains in the south and helped a group of reclusive dwarf clans solve their troubles in the mountains.

"Lens Ziva." Lan turned to Zoltan and said, "Are you familiar with this name?"

"Ah?" The dwarf held the reins and turned his head in surprise, "That's the great elder of my clan! How do you know him? I haven't heard his name for decades since I moved to Mahakam. "

"I once went to the Amer Mountains, and I helped each other with the dwarves of Fort Hayne there!"

Lan En said familiarly.

By the way, I remembered the dwarves who admired the witcher so much because they gave Regis a grand and tragic death.

"Haha!" After comparing the information with each other again, Zoltan's short legs swayed happily on the driver's seat, "It really comforts me to be able to hear the news from my hometown in such a stupid situation. "

The convoy moved all the way along Mahakam's mountain wall on the edge of the Pontal River, heading towards the Pontal Valley.

The first goal of this convoy is to reach the floating port.

It was a trading town established by Temeria in the Pontar Valley.

It goes without saying that the location of the Pontal Valley is important, and the valley is so long that even the lightest boat riding the strongest water would have to paddle for a whole day to barely complete it.

Although the battle for the most important military stronghold in the valley, Haji Fortress, Temeria lost to Aedirn decades ago.

The river section after Haji Fortress belongs to the territory of Aden.

But Temeria couldn't leave the Pontar Valley unused, so within its own territory, Foltest established a trading town that was beginning to take shape using water transportation.

Although this sudden change seems to be spreading to cover the entire Pontar Valley, Temeria always has to look after the interests of its own territory first.

"But this strategy is too passive."

Lan En whispered to himself as his body jolted as the carriage wheels rolled over the rocky road.

In this forward reconnaissance team mixed with many inhuman races, Sakia was having a lively chat with Yalpan.

It seems that the combination of the dwarf's boldness and straightforwardness, as well as his many years of experience in the business world, made Saskia feel like a good fit. The two of them began to laugh every now and then.

Let the originally depressing atmosphere become slightly more relaxed.

The Clinfield raiders were still scanning the grass and trees in front of them with vigilance, but they also began to discuss some possible situations and response tactics with the people in the dwarf team, with the intention of achieving simple cooperation in an emergency.

In addition, not only these people, but also some mercenaries with half-elf blood were also incorporated into this forward reconnaissance team.

They were not familiar with anyone else, so they could only occasionally chime in while they were busy on their way, and the rest of the time they were silent.

Heretics are more hateful than heretics. If you think about it according to this statement, there is no doubt that if the Scoia'tael takes action, they will definitely run towards this forward reconnaissance team first.

After all, in their view, these people are traitors to their race.

"What did you just say? What moved you?"

Zoltan was holding the reins with one hand, holding the water bottle under his elbow, and trying to uncork the bottle with the other hand to take a drink of water.

"No, it's nothing." Lan En shook his head and reached out to help him.

"Ah, thank you." Zoltan said as he wiped the remaining water drops on his beard, and at the same time naturally forgot what he had just said.

"No, you're welcome." Lan En said while concealing his hand into the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

He accurately grasped the cone-shaped crystal inside, and the roaring bear head pendant around his neck trembled slightly, then quickly calmed down.

Within two minutes, a horse-riding attendant carrying a message caught up from behind the motorcade.

After he stretched his head and searched among the forward scouts for a while, he found that there were three or four people wearing magic cloaks.

So he could only control the horse to jog while shouting: "Royal Counselor Ms. Triss Merigold is looking for someone, the one last night. Who is it? Raise your hand."

Lan En, who was sitting next to Zoltan at the front of the team, raised his hand.

Suddenly everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Because there were many people in the middle, it was difficult to get through, so the attendant simply shouted to Lan En from the distance: "Get off the car and wait for me, ma'am, do you hear me?" It wasn't until Lan En nodded that he returned to the back of the team. Go back to life.

Then Lan En said hello to Zoltan, who was in the same car, and prepared to stand up.

The short-haired dwarf with cockscombs opened his mouth and looked up and down at his traveling companion who had just been in the same car. He especially focused on his lower body and gave a look mixed with respect.

"What's going on?" Next to the carriage, Sakia rode closer and asked in a low voice, "Is this some kind of trouble?"

"This is no trouble!" Yalpin, who was in the car behind, said with a loud laugh, "Oh my god, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into that sorceress?"

"It is said that sorceresses are so lustful that they can kill several men at once, but you actually let her linger?"

"You just came out of her big tent this morning, and now she can't help it. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

The men's strange comparison and respect left Sakia scratching his head.

After all, even the Clinfield predator next to him had this expression.

"You already said it was a legend, Yalpan." Lan En jumped out of the carriage lightly from Zoltan's side, "You are also an old man, don't keep fooling people with legends."

"No matter what!" The motorcade that continued to move forward passed by Lan En, who had stopped. Yarpan smoothed his side-parted mohawk hair, and with the tacit smile of men, he drove the carriage He bowed slightly to Lan En from his seat.

"Have a good time."

In response, Lan reached out and slapped the horse he was driving on the butt. The sudden slight acceleration caused Yalpen to curse loudly and pull on the reins before he could calm down.

The team kept moving forward, and Lan En, who was standing still, naturally kept falling behind.

Finally, after passing the contemptuous and disgusting gazes of the White Rose Knights, a brisk sound of horse hooves came over.

Triss was sitting on the back of a docile mare. The ups and downs of her body made the soldiers in the convoy unable to control their gaze.

"How did you stay among those White Rose Knights for so long?"

The long motorcade was still moving forward, and the sound of wheels reminded the two of them not to be too careful in their conversation.

Lan En shrugged: "I believe the look in their eyes that they want to stab you in the back when you turn around."

The smiling red-haired sorceress looked quite indifferent.

"If I cared about what other people thought, I wouldn't be a sorceress, my dear."

"I dress tightly, wrap up my hair, do laundry and cook, and then get slapped by my husband at home until my nose and face are bruised. But do you think I am that kind of person?"

Saying that, the sorceress smiled evilly and slit the skirt on Lan En's side, and pulled it up a little higher. Revealing her round and white thighs.

The witcher shook his head and chuckled: "Of course, you are not that kind of person. You are [Fearless Merigold]."

Immediately, the witcher stopped his lover's smile and showed his seriousness about getting down to business.

So Tris also changed her mentality from flirting to work.

"Shiward and those White Roses want to use the Strikers as targets, which is no problem tactically. But they don't even have shields and arrow shields on the car. This is just a waste of human life."

Lan En said in a deep voice.

In military tactics, it is normal to set up bait and targets, and no one can say anything.

But the difference between 'setting up bait' and 'abandoning the troops' lies in whether the bait troops are provided with appropriate equipment and supplies, as well as the follow-up support plan, and the necessity of this tactic.

There is no doubt that Hiward is using the Strikers as expendable.

"I can transfer some equipment to them. Although both Siward and White Rose want to expel me, after all, I am here to provide magic support on behalf of the Temerian royal family. This is not difficult."

The mare beneath Triss's crotch moved with wandering steps.

"But you shouldn't be talking to me with crystals just for these things?"

"Indeed." Lan En nodded and admitted, "Shiward wants to take the team to the floating port. This action already illustrates the problem."

"If you want to deal with monsters or some kind of magical anomaly, then you should take the initiative to investigate. Instead of going to a certain place to strengthen defense first. He really thinks that the problem now is just the Scoia'tael causing chaos."

After lamenting this self-deceiving fool, Lan raised his chin to Triss decisively.

"Can you sense those abnormal chaotic magic powers now? Let's just go and have a look."

"Hearsay is ultimately not as accurate as actual investigation."

"Of course I have no problem. The range of influence and the traces left by that thing are very terrifying. I can feel it."

Triss spoke seriously and solemnly at first, but then a teasing smile appeared on her face.

"But a lustful sorceress led a man to disappear in the team. This statement is really fascinating. Isn't it?"

(End of chapter)