Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1409 1381. Spirit
Geralt's estimate of time was based on experience.

If you want to fight a war, even if it is a war limited to a few hundred people, there are many things to consider.

Take for example the White Rose Knights who are still secretly building siege equipment on this hill. The fact that the equipment is built in secret means that the location must be inconspicuous.

Being inconspicuous means that the road is rugged. How can something as heavy as a siege engine be moved if it is not transported on a paved road?
It is impossible to reach Gaoqiu Fort directly from the wilderness.

This is also why both sides in those war stories always say things like "this is the only way" and "this is the key".

Because large-scale military movements also require the transportation of equipment and supplies, the requirement for roads is an obvious hard condition.

If a great wizard who can move mountains and fill the sea cannot appear out of nowhere, then basically everyone knows how many paths there are to take.

The nature of the White Rose Knights' 'private attack' this time, as well as the large amount of magic-blocking gold they had brought with them, did not allow characters like archmages to appear on the battlefield.

Lan's greeting spread into the mutation hall. Although Triss had breathed a sigh of relief, she was still checking the status of the mutant receptors one by one.

Berengar held down Stuart, who subconsciously wanted to walk out.

When Lincoln was called, he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled again, showing his joy at his battle brother's successful mutation.

But this time, the smile on the young clerk's face was dangerous and impatient.

He first slapped Stuart's still weak shoulder hard, causing him to stagger, and then he trotted out, pressing his hand on the large notebook slung across his shoulder.

"Are we finally going to take action?"

Lincoln came out jogging and couldn't wait to speak before he could even stand next to Lan.

Lann didn't even bother to let him stand still, and when he saw Lincoln running out of the Mutation Hall, the young witcher patted Geralt in greeting and walked towards his own room.

Geralt and Lincoln followed behind him, their steps somewhat brisk and impatient.

"What should we do, my lord?" There was no fear in Lincoln's tone, even though he and the other Ash Knights had already learned the enemy's configuration and advantages from Geralt.

Fifty versus five hundred, defending the city without weapons versus attacking the city with weapons.

But still no one felt afraid.

"Take the initiative? Raid the camp while they're still carrying out construction work?"

"I can lead the team out right now! Even if it's a foot battle, they're just trash to us!"

The enemy did not know that they had been exposed, and took the initiative to attack from inside the castle and attack the engineering camp. This was a bold and correct decision made when they were very confident in their own combat capabilities.

"No." But Lan En did not hesitate for a moment, and led the two people to his room without pausing for a moment. "Defending the city is still the safest and most advantageous option. I don't want to give those White Rose rubbish the chance to exchange their lives with you, not even one!"

"So you want to take action?" Geralt said coldly behind Lan, "Otherwise I can't tell that the enemy has weapons. If we don't have weapons, how can defending the city become an 'advantage option'?"

"Or can you really find a few more warlocks at this juncture? Let them use magic to think of countermeasures?"

After entering the working state, Geralt is very calm and aggressive. This is due to the characteristics of the demon hunter's work.

"neither."

Lann was completely accustomed to Geralt's condition. The three of them turned several corners of the castle, passed through corridors, and finally stopped outside Lann's room.

Lan opened the door and went in.

Geralt and Lincoln followed, but after entering the room, they took a quick look and did not find any secret weapons or unique magic circles.

Lan En ignored their confusion and started to tidy up the large piece of parchment that was scattered on the desk in the room.

"Not only will I not do anything here, but even Geralt, you, Berengar, and Triss will not do anything either."

Lann was talking as he collected the parchments. Lincoln noticed that the parchments were very large, far from the small pages that were cut and trimmed for normal use.

"The warlocks' summit is only in the next two days. Triss has to go to the meeting, and you should go to Gos Velen to wait for your Yennefer."

"Lincoln, please inform Triss later and ask her to start the mutation of all the remaining people at once."

"The mutation will begin today. Two days should be enough to get through the most dangerous period, and then you can go directly to Gos Velen." Lan En looked like he was about to leave, and even asked two veteran witchers to leave with the sorceress.

This time, fifty Embers Knights were forced to deal with the siege equipment of five hundred enemies without any city defense equipment!
Although Lincoln frowned, he still immediately accepted the order: "Understood, sir!"

But Geralt looked at Lan in complete confusion.

"Are you really going to withdraw? Not taking action?" He crossed his arms, frowned, and took a step forward. "Are you planning to ignore them completely?"

Lan didn't say anything, but Lincoln pulled the white wolf from behind.

"Master Geralt!" The young clerk grabbed White Wolf's shoulder and shook his head at him. "The master has his own plans."

"Haha, look at that, Geralt." Lan was still sorting out the large piece of parchment spread out on the table, smiling without turning his head, "You're not as patient as Lincoln."

“Humph.” Geralt sneered, “Then I really don’t know what’s so funny about this.”

"The funny thing is, you actually thought I would forgive them and let them go?!"

Lan En suddenly turned his head, his surprise evident in his expression.

This made Geralt really helpless.

But Lan En had no time for him.

With a pile of large sheets of parchment in his hand, he turned around and stuffed them over to Lincoln. Actually, there were only a few sheets in total, but the uncut and untrimmed parchment was so large and thick that it looked like a huge pile.

"What is this, my Lord?"

Lincoln, who was holding a large stack of parchment, seemed a little tired, but after looking at it from such a close distance, the young clerk immediately noticed it.

On these parchments, there seemed to be a string of incomprehensible characters written with something like talcum powder? Patterns?
"Oh, you don't have to be so careful. The characters on it look like they were written with chalk and will become blurry if you rub them off. But actually, you can rub them off casually without any problem."

Lan explained to Lincoln while pushing Geralt, who was stunned and blinking, aside.

He took out another piece of parchment that he had just left behind and threw it on the ground casually.

Then he took out an angular stone wrapped in white cloth from the alchemical leather bag at his waist.

Lan En squatted down in front of Lincoln, used the edge of this strange stone to press against the parchment, and smoothly drew a string of characters.

Lincoln looked at the parchment on the ground with the characters just drawn on it, and thought to himself that the chalk-like marks were drawn on this stone.

He looked at the large stack of parchment in his arms again, and as a clerk he discovered that although he could not understand these characters, there were differences between them.

Geralt, who was pushed aside, wanted to come over to see what was going on and what power this parchment had.

But then, in the surprised eyes of Geralt and Lincoln, the characters on the parchment began to emit white light.

Lan En took a step back, and the white light on the characters twisted into a vortex, and a faint glowing spirit in the shape of a translucent white human appeared in front of them!
When the spirit appears, the spiritual power emits a deep and long humming sound in the space.

The experienced Geralt immediately determined that this was indeed a spirit.

Because this noise is often heard when demon hunters fight against demons, but the mad demons make the buzzing sound short and harsh due to the urgency of the battle.

Geralt had seen many spirits, but he had never seen a spirit that looked like a normal person.

The spirit that emerged from the twisted vortex of glowing characters on the parchment was translucent and glowed white, but its overall appearance made it look like a gloomy and aging crow.

He wore a cape made of bird feathers and a necklace pendant made of animal bones. The bandage on his head covered the upper half of his face, and he held an axe in one hand.

Although the person who came was a spirit, he had a clear mind and was even very clear about the current situation.

"Oh my, you called the master here again so soon?" A voice that was as old and weak as his appearance sounded slowly, "I haven't prepared the spell book yet, impatient apprentice."

"It doesn't matter if we teach each other for a little while." Lan En greeted the spirit familiarly, "Just as we were communicating, the enemies on my side are coming, so I thought, at least let my people know how to summon you, right?"

"Is there no one here who knows how to use [White Marking Wax Stone]?" The old crow-like man sighed, "Disciple, how remote is your hometown?"

(End of this chapter)