Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1442 1414. Efficient Hunting
The kitten was wearing the same bone-white kitten armor that he had forged with Smaug last time.

It ran on all fours, making clanging sounds.

The Redanian soldiers who were heading towards Loshar Palace and preparing to leave Thaned Island simply saw a shadow of bone white, white, black and yellow, four colors intertwined, and the kitten jumped directly up!
"Hey hey hey!"

The flannel ball made many consecutive leaps on the terraces with great height differences, and sometimes even stepped on the shoulders and helmets of the Redanian soldiers who were blocking the stairs.

But the people who were stepped on only felt that it was only the weight of the cat that was lending force to them.

The fluff ball's [Light Body Technique] is even better than Lan En's.

With one last tiger-like pounce, the fluff ball and Lan's equally bone-white armor made a collision sound, but neither of them cared.

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

Dijkstra had barely seen what it was, and his brain was still processing the information.

But the fluff ball had already spoken anxiously!

"Boss, you're right, meow! There are people out there trying to storm the island from the sea!"

"There's no need to acknowledge their aggressive appearance! Qilin is going to destroy their ship with lightning strikes, meow! But..."

Elu Cat was in a hurry to report the situation to Lan En and explain the whole story.

Dijkstra blinked his eyes and looked at the ball of fluff, wondering if this was the little cat man mentioned in the intelligence?
The agility he displayed just now is no joke if he were to fight seriously. Such speed and flexibility are no joke.

And 'Qilin'?
Able to summon thunderbolts. Is this the name of a [Druid Sky Controller]?
He was another person who appeared around Lord Hunter and was involved with him, but they were completely unaware of him.

The spy chief was calmly organizing this information in his mind as if by instinct.

But suddenly, a huge shadow appeared in the dim light of the early morning, which was already dark because of the dark clouds summoned by the Qilin!
The fluff ball hadn't finished speaking yet, but Lan En had already seen it.

A large ship flew up directly from the sea under the Island of Thanid!
The outside of the ship was wrapped in a transparent spherical protective shield that was flashing with magical light, and the sea water hanging above the shield still had electric arc sparks!

As Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers stared in astonishment, the merchant ship, which was almost as big as the Svenlin they had boarded, was controlled by some force and crashed directly into the vicinity of the tower of Gastang Palace!

A loud bang and flying sand and rocks!

Even though they have reached the middle level of Thanedd Island, the rolling and crumbling reefs still make ordinary people terrified!
The soldiers subconsciously raised the few limited shields on their heads.

They were carrying out a secret capture mission, so naturally they didn't have many shields or other equipment suitable for head-on confrontation.

Debris clanged down from the top of the shaking and trembling reef island, and even with their shields on, the soldiers were hit so hard that they could only yell instinctively to release their fear.

Those who didn't even have a shield could only curl up subconsciously or find a sheltered place to hide.

Fist-sized rocks rolled down the mountain and hit the thick shins with a "bang" sound, leaving deep dents.

Incidentally, the soldier's shin bone under the greaves was broken.

Wailing and screaming immediately spread throughout the entire Thaned Island!
All the luxury, debauchery, and the hospitality atmosphere that Thaned Island had been creating for the welcome dinner for the Wizards' Summit since last night disappeared after this moment like dewdrops in the sun.

This is still a huge reef on the seashore and still one of the two major academies of wizards.

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

Different from the wailing and screaming, the shouts and war cries burst out from the point where the big ship hit the island of Thanedd.

"Dh' oine!"

The ancient language that came intermittently from the cold and fishy sea breeze meant "human beings".

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

"Scoia'tael!" Dijkstra's face darkened. "Francesca! This elf bitch!"

He actually didn't understand the ancient language, but just understanding this one word was enough for him.

Lan En, who had just used the [Alder Seal] to blow away a lot of falling rubble, now put down his left hand that was holding the hand seal and stretched forward.

In a very short time, he first looked up with an ambiguous expression at the tower, whose stones had already burned and turned into a bright red liquid, almost melting like candles on a birthday cake.

The change in eyes happens in an instant.

By the time the velvet ball that had also pounced out with a [Thundercat Sword] to help others block many stones fell on his shoulder again, his eyes had become completely calm.

"I've known this for a long time," the young demon hunter murmured helplessly, "They keep talking about the [Forbidden Magic Circle], but it's just a flag."

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency the Duke!" Dijkstra's clothes were now in a mess, and there was lime from the broken stones on the corners of his mouth where he had just drunk water.

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

"There must be some traitors among the Warlocks who haven't been caught yet! Now the Scoia'tael have been picked up as well! That ship is about the same size as ours, and if we squeeze in, we can fit at least two hundred Scoia'tael!"

His face was serious, as if he immediately realized the problem with the ship.

"The Scoia'tael were sent in now only to cause the greatest damage! Damage to the Northern Warlocks! They are best at causing damage after dispersing!"

The Scoia'tael, these non-human races that exist in the form of guerrillas, have a major characteristic: they kill anyone they see, and the more people involved, the better. Just like when Iorveth revealed his thoughts to Lan.

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

Their current behavior is not so much a rebellion as it is a way of venting their hatred by finding more people to take the blame when they are about to destroy themselves.

If these people had a bottle of poison, they would never pour it into someone's water tank if they could pour it into the village well.

Killing more people won’t waste poison.

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

But it is undeniable that: excluding Iorveth and others who have reached a cooperation with Lan, under normal circumstances, the targets of the Squirrel Party are often the most extreme among the non-human races.

So what Dijkstra said was right. Once the Squirrel Party arrived on Thanedd Island, their intentions and style, as well as the subsequent actions that followed, were all predictable.

But Lan glanced at Dijkstra and the Redanian soldiers who still looked terrified and only dared to look out tentatively from their cover.

"No, you still have to leave Aretuza."

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

He used two different names in succession to emphasize his tone.

In the end, he forced himself to suppress the fear and impatience in his heart, and spoke in a negotiating tone.

"I know that with your skills, more than 200 Scoia'tael are not enough to fight you!"

"But this is not a battlefield with smooth sailing, no obstacles, and no direct 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! You can only take care of one side but not the other! Let's clean up the Scoia'tael together!"

"As for the mages, it has come to this. Even if Lady Tissaya and Gerhard of Eller are stubborn and reluctant, they should start taking action! Is there any warlock in the world who can match them?"

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

Nilfgaard was wary of the great wizards of the north 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 all the wizards attending the Wizard Summit are famous wizards from the north, most of the wizards are hedonists, researchers, or speculators who attempt to become politicians.

How many of them can actually fight?
The wizard possesses great destructive power, but when a real fight breaks out, it is not uncommon for those who are inexperienced and unable to concentrate to be killed by an arrow in the first place.

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

And Dijkstra already knew this from Philippa Eilhart, because the real tallest tower on the island of Thanedd was Tor Laura.

The chaotic and disordered portals in that tower will distort the teleportation magic of the entire area. Wizards dare not even open the teleportation, otherwise it will be no different from suicide.

If you want to escape from the influence range, you have to at least get down to the distance of Luoxia Palace!

If this continues for a while, who knows how many wizards on the island of Thanid will die!
But the situation changed in an instant, from the previous moment "the matter has been basically completed, only the details remain", to now "the forbidden magic circle suddenly failed, and someone smashed a sea merchant ship with squirrels!", it has been advancing rapidly to this point.

Lan, on the contrary, did not adopt Dijkstra's advice and let these Redanian soldiers go back to Aretusa to fight against the scattered Squirrel Party, who were causing chaos and killing.

"Let's go, Dijkstra."

He just said this, and the spy chief saw him pat the head of the cat man on his shoulder, and then stroked a ring on his hand.

"For your own good, now, take them away."

Therefore, the spy chief, who had a vague premonition, said no more. He just looked at the upper end of the reef island with a worried look, then retreated cautiously, leading his frightened soldiers away.

Just as Dijkstra led his men away, the towering and flashy Aritusari began to roar with war cries and screams.

The two formations were basically the same, both gloomy and distant, like the sound of bells in the rain and fog, ringing in Aretuza.

A faint green light appeared abnormally in the early morning dawn.

An old hunter, who was not very tall, wearing a khaki leather coat and a tricorn hat, holding a meat saw in one hand and a hunter's rifle in the other, appeared first, moving his shoulders.

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

"You're really busy." Henrik said muffledly under his mask. "You're in trouble again so soon."

"But the scenery here is nice." Crow Hunter Irene turned towards the sea, "Is this dawn? Or dusk? I just can't get tired of looking at the sun."

Lan 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 Yharnam tilted their heads to look at each other, then nodded indifferently.

(End of this chapter)