Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1192 1174. Connected Information
"Are you all okay?"

Lann walked from the front of the team, looking at the dwarves, Sakia, and a small number of elves and half-elves in the team.

"Okay, no one died among us." Yarpan came out of the hug with Zoltan, and he looked at Lan En who was approaching with a disinterested look.

"Thanks to you running off to have fun with that sorceress, there was no one in this team who could put out the fire when it started."

"I know you've just been through battle and almost lost your friends, so you're not in the right mood right now." Lan heard the sarcasm in Yarpen's words and shook his head. "But I did have something important to do at the time, Yarpen. It was really important."

The dwarf's lips, hidden under his lush beard, twitched twice, and finally he sighed.

"I'm sorry, man. I was just so scared. I was trembling with fear at the thought of the eyes of the Dalbergs' mother."

"It's not your fault, Yarpen."

Lan patted his shoulder.

"Now, can you tell me what happened while I was away?"

The demon hunter looked around with an ambiguous look, "This is too much of a coincidence."

"There's nothing to say. We expected this to happen, didn't we?" Zoltan wiped his face, which was covered with soot, with his sleeve.

"The Scoia'tael came and attacked, and people died on both sides. Then they quickly withdrew."

Although Zoltan, whose hair comb was dyed black, had a near-death experience, he was still open-minded and cheerful.

He shrugged. "It's just that their surprise attack this time was really quick and efficient. None of us could react in time."

No one refuted Zoltan's summary.

Everyone was leaning against the wreckage of the carriage, or simply sitting on the ground. Some were bandaging their wounds, or trying to fill their throats that were burning with smoke with water or eat some dry food.

Fighting is the most tiring sport.

But this also shows that what he said is basically correct.

But Lan En keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He tilted his head. "You mean the Scoia'tael came suddenly and left suddenly? They only left behind a few dozen bodies?"

"That's what happened." Yarpan said, holding a piece of unburned canvas in his hand, and calling on the other dwarves to help clean up the things.

“But that’s not right.”

"What's wrong?" Zoltan walked over to Yarpan to help. As he passed by Lan's legs, he said nonchalantly, "Aren't guerrillas all about surprise attacks and quick ins and outs?"

"A sudden attack, quick advance and quick retreat. This is the correct summary of the guerrillas." Lan En squatted down and stroked the sword marks on the wreckage of a carriage. "But this is not the strategy of the Scoia'tael."

"what?"

Zoltan looked confused.

"The Scoia'tael are few in number, but they have to inflict casualties on a large number of humans. Each of their attacks is valuable. In other words, each attack is planned to achieve the greatest possible results."

Lan tapped his fingers on the broken wheel.

"They can't disrupt the enemy through constant harassment like regular guerrillas. Instead, they seek to achieve victory through one, only, well-prepared attack. Otherwise, the scarce manpower will not be able to turn around."

"But this time? They obviously launched a hasty attack without much reconnaissance or planning."

At this time, the dwarves who were still busy gradually stopped what they were doing, and savored Lan En's words in a daze.

Yarpan and Zoltan looked at each other and scratched their heads.

It seems to be like this?

They are all dwarves who have spent a lot of time in the human world. The world is not good, and you never know when a guerrilla force will pop up in a small country.

Or simply a professional military officer who has received military training organized a group of deserters to become bandits and gangsters.

It is basically the guerrilla model in their perception.

They had encountered attacks by the Scoia'tael before, and their style was indeed very similar to these things.

But Lan now has a deeper vision, pointing directly to the difference between the guerrilla style of the Squirrel Party and other guerrillas and gangs.

People who have seen the world can sense it after being reminded.

The group of dwarves led by Yarpan have seen the world.

"Now that you mention it." Zoltan wiped his face. His sleeves were also stained with black and gray. "It seems to be true!"

"Then what is the reason for them?" Yarpan also scratched his beard. "The Scoia'tael went against their traditional tactics?"

"Yes, why? This is not the fighting style of the Scoia'tael. It is not to achieve the greatest effect with one strike. Instead, it is more like..."

Lan En said this, looking at the broken wheel in front of him.

The wheel was originally mounted on a carriage, but now, looking around the entire place, there are countless wreckages of the carriage.

The weapons, bread, dried vegetables, cheese and water bags that were originally on it were scattered all over the ground.

"It seems like they are trying to delay time!"

Stalling for Time The Scoia'tael, who should have been striving to resolve the battle quickly, began to stall for time.

After Lan En extracted this information, it was immediately incorporated into the information chain that Mentos had been building. Suddenly, Lan En's eyes widened under his hood, as if he had figured out something.

He reached out and turned over the broken wheel in front of him, because there was an arrow of the Squirrel Party stuck in the wooden spoke on the other side.

Just at this moment, Triss, who had been using magic to help Buchter temporarily relieve the pain, also trotted over. In her hand, she held a broken arrow stained with blood and fresh muscle fibers.

"You have no idea what I found!"

As she spoke, she approached Lan, her hand holding the broken arrow still stretched forward.

"I think I already know." Lan En said calmly, and at the same time reached out to pull out the arrow shot from the spoke of the wheel.

Triss brought the arrowhead stained with blood and flesh in her hand in front of Lan En and placed the two arrows together.

On the arrowhead of the triangular pyramid, a thin needle popped out from each edge.

Exactly the same arrowhead they found in that area!
In an instant, although there were still many things that were not understood, the information collected by Mentos was enough to form an information chain.

Lan En stood up suddenly and walked towards the rear of the vanguard team, which was more chaotic and had more baggage and personnel.

"Hey, what are you doing, man?" Zoltan called from behind. "It's busy back there, too!"

"He is going to save your lives!" Triss shook her head at the dwarves and quickly followed.

The anxious look clearly established a master-servant relationship between the two.

The dwarves, as well as Sakia and the other members of the vanguard reconnaissance team, all raised their brows and blinked their eyes as they watched this scene.

After all, this matter now seems to be a little different from the ambiguous illusion they had before.

"Uh, Sakia." Yarpan approached the female warrior who had just fought alongside him, tugged at her hand and asked, "I can vaguely sense that he is not a simple person, but why is the usually proud female sorceress like this..."

Yarpan's bearded face looked a little distorted. It seemed that he had come into contact with the group of sorceresses before and was very familiar with the personality traits of this group of people.

"You have been in contact with him for the longest time, right? Do you have any" the dwarf rubbed his fingers covertly, "gossip?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Yarpan." Sakia frowned and looked at the backs of Lan and Triss walking together. "I still don't know his name."
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Walk all the way to the rear of the convoy.

Yarpan was right. The Scoia'tael seemed to have planned this in advance, and the attack on the rear convoy was more fierce than that on the front convoy.

However, this method of focusing on destroying vehicles and baggage also further confirmed Lan En's guess.

Along the way, the soldiers and followers under Shiward were surprised that Triss followed Lann.

But on the other hand, they also looked at the two with rejection and disgust.

After all, Triss had agreed before that she would be entertained by Heward as a magical support and royal messenger sent by Foltest.

And now, when the Scoia'tael attacked, no one saw what this sorceress, who was said to be "influential and powerful," did.

Many people didn't even see her at all.

So people who already had a bad attitude are now even worse.

"Look who is this?" Knight Thales said with a stern face when they reached the center of the convoy, amid the chaos and wreckage.

There were black marks of burning on his blood-red cloak, and his armor was also stained with blood.

"The warlock said he would provide us with magical support, but in the attack just now we didn't see the fire suppressed, nor did we see the horses and livestock pacified!"

"Did you forget all your filthy, vile witchcraft when you were having so much fun with this man?"

A circle of White Rose Knights surrounded Duke Shiward. This middle-aged man could not hide his fatigue and blackened face.

Normally, he would 'stop' the knights who believed in the Eternal Fire from disrespecting the royal advisors when appropriate.

But today it seemed that he was also resentful, so much so that he was just looking at this side coldly until now, and he was too lazy to even turn his head and pretend that he didn't see it.

But at this moment, Triss undoubtedly didn't want to beat around the bush with the Duke of this important duchy in Temeria.

After all, the person in charge has changed.

Knight Tyrus, who was spraying venom at Triss and looking at the witch with hatred, turned his head and found a tall figure standing in front of him, blocking his entire vision.

Under the hood, a pair of slightly glowing cat eyes looked down at him.

"I have to discuss something with Duke Seaward right now. Please move aside."

Lan En said calmly.

Taylor was a little surprised when she looked at Lan's cat eyes, but she didn't take it too seriously.

"It's Prince Heward!" he emphasized. "And do you really think that you can have the honor of meeting the prince just by sleeping with evil magic users a few times?"

"Do you think anyone will give you face because of that devil's power? You are wrong, you bitch's lackey!"

Lann had no expression on his face.

He just nodded to show that he understood what Thales meant, and looked at Shiward who was surrounded in a circle, and found that he didn't intend to care either.

Then the witcher spoke softly.

"Kill five first."

(End of this chapter)