Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 588: 590 deaths

Chapter 588: 590 deaths

Chapter 588 590. Death

The refugee groups secret escape journey begins.

They cannot be discovered, so even in the bitter cold winter, they must move forward in the difficult and dangerous woods instead of taking the main road.

Everyone was gasping for air, but because there was not much heat in their bodies, the white mist they spit out was pitifully thin.

Walking in the woods requires more than twice as much physical energy as walking on the road.

Because people have to constantly lift their legs and change speeds irregularly, the muscles of the calves, ankles and soles of the feet cannot be relaxed at all times, and the grip must be maintained at a high level.

Walking is an activity, and walking in the mountains and forests is a sport.

For these refugees, they have been weak for a long time.

After Haxo took control of all the caravans and supplies in the refugee group, food was actually quite abundant.

But this group of refugees has been struggling in the quagmire of war for several weeks, and their bodies and spirits have been irreparably damaged.

Even if there is sufficient food and a safe and warm environment, it is estimated that it will take a year and a half to recover.

What they need most now is to relax and rest.

But now we are escaping urgently in a war zone. The ambient temperature is high in winter, and troops in black are likely to appear outside the woods at any time and then start a massacre.

Just this kind of constant fear, day and night, is enough to turn a strong man into a quail within a few days.

As for the refugee group, a large part of them are Sintra people with their families.

Lan En has seen it more than once, describing haggard men and women in their prime, trying to cheer up and smile to take care of their old or young family members.

The sense of responsibility and simple sense of morality in taking care of their family members puts them under more psychological and physical pressure consciously or unconsciously.

Without the responsibility and obsession of "taking care of the family", Lan En doubted that those of them who had been exhausted for a long time would collapse in the next second.

So even though Haxo had greatly relaxed the food distribution quota after that night, people still kept falling next to the roots of trees still covered with snow, and often after falling, there was no possibility of getting up again.

Lann had seen human corpses killed by day spirits or night spirits in Velen.

They described it as being withered, as if their energy had been drained, and they died of exhaustion.

These refugees lying on the road look like they died at the hands of demon spirits.

And even the most ferocious demon spirit can kill twenty people in a month?

But the war, even the slightest ripples caused outside the battlefield, is steadily and cruelly harvesting human lives in this refugee group.

Three demon hunters have been walking at the end of the refugee group, responsible for disposing of the bodies of the dead.

So as not to become a trace of the refugee group being tracked.

At the beginning, the three of us could talk for a while. But the later they got, the more silent they became.

Lan En had just disposed of the body of a woman. Only a coarse linen shirt was left on her body, but there were no traces of a fight on her body. This shows that she did not have her clothes taken away by others and froze to death, but that her clothes were taken away after her death.

Her hands, loosened by death, were stuffed with a poor-quality, crude straw man, with facial features crudely drawn on it with charcoal.

The brush strokes are very childish, and this is not a curse tool, it looks more like a child's toy.

Like a gift from a child when saying goodbye to his mother.

Lan En thought so in his heart.

How long have we been walking in the forest, Geralt? Suddenly, Lan lowered his head and asked the old man next to him who had also finished his work.

He could obviously get a timetable accurate to milliseconds from the biological brain in his brain, but he still asked.

It was as if he was deliberately finding random words to say because of his resistance to the dead atmosphere.

Four days.

Geralt was also lost for a while before he answered Lan En.

"You have a lot of experience and knowledge, Geralt. Are you accustomed to the current situation? I mean, will you lose your heart because you have seen so much?"

"I know what you want to ask. You want to ask whether those of us who have lived longer than ordinary people will ignore suffering because we are used to it, without any fluctuation in our hearts. But no, Lan En."

"This is one of the few times I have been so close to a war. It is no exaggeration. I have lived a long life, and I am almost a hundred years old now. But I also live cautiously. I never enter a war zone in a stalemate of a war, only in a war. After its over, Ill take over the task of hunting monsters. So, I feel the same as you now. Shit.

Subsequently, the three of them, including Gede, who had been silent, fell silent again.

At the crossroads hotel where four good guys were killed, a group of people also came.

This time there were five people, and they calmly walked into the hotel that was open for business again.

Dakli Silifant is the leader of this group, or to be precise, the leader of all the special forces members now scattered throughout Cintra.

Ah, when he thought about this identity and the power behind it, Darkley couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Such a wonderful thing as status can make people feel happy, and even the stench in the latrine will become relaxed and happy.

He was a gangster, gangster, murderer, and smuggler who spent most of his time in the Nilfgaardian Empire.

Generally speaking, this kind of person will go to the gallows, but if he has the ability and some big shots need this ability, of course he can make an exception.

The first time he was noticed was by Stephen Skellen, the Gray Wood Pheasant.

This great man is the royal coroner of Nilfgaard and an intelligence aide to the great Emperor Emhyr.

This was all due to his friendship with the Imperial Intelligence Chief Vatier de Lidaux, which quickly promoted his career until he became an important agent under the Emperor.

Dakley originally thought that being favored by [Gray Wood Pheasant] would be the greatest opportunity in his life.

But what he didnt expect was that when he was summoned nearly half a year ago, the person standing in front of him was the person who promoted [Gray Wood Pheasant]!

Vatier took a fancy to his ability and connections as a broker who could bring all kinds of vicious people together.

And adhering to the emperor's will, he funded him to form an experimental army.

The purpose is to allow them to take advantage of elite agility and small targets on the battlefield to eliminate certain enemies in a targeted manner.

On the battlefield of Cintra, he was specially told to eliminate the witchers.

He knew exactly why there was such an order. Because that Lan En of Cintra did a lot of big things a few years ago.

There is also "from Sintra" in the name, so of course you have to be careful.

However, he didn't quite understand whether it was really necessary to value a mere witcher so highly.

Although the story is mysterious, Darkley believes that there should be no one in the world who can survive being surrounded by dozens of swordsmen.

That guy probably had a good record by defeating each one based on the terrain.

So when he received the appointment, although Darkley had a stern expression on his face, "The task is dangerous and heavy, but he will do whatever it takes for the sake of the empire."

But in his heart, he was actually not very nervous. Even in order to make himself a commander longer, he also thought: when he really met Lan En of Cintra, should he let him go?

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