Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1694 1666. May the gods have mercy

Good news: the thing rushing over here didn't swim in the water at such an outrageous speed, it was running on the water.

The resistance of air and water is not the same concept, which may mean that the opponent's impact force is not that strong yet.

The bad news also comes from here. The violent waves raised by the other side are just blown up by the wind caused by its rapid movement!

Fortunately, there is better news: the other party does not seem to be here to cause trouble.

"Whoosh!"

A resonance came from Qilin's strong chest, and he snorted lowly.

It always feels that the people in this place are quite strange.

Seems a bit fussy.

As it ran around this world, it had seen things in the sea and in the mountains that seemed outrageous to it.

But the locals were at most surprised by these things, but after seeing its speed and power, they were always as surprised as if they had seen a ghost.

Maybe this is the difference in the world?

Hunters in the New World would probably feel the opposite: they would be surprised when they saw an ancient dragon, but would be as surprised as if they had seen a ghost when they saw those magical creatures.

Qilin ignored the crowd that were screaming in surprise.

When it ran at full speed, pale blue electric light would linger on its body. The airflow was left behind by it, and only after its body passed by did it seem to react and began to surge rapidly.

It stirs up a violent storm and creates turbulent splashes of water.

Clad in heavy and mysterious magical harness, Qilin is one step faster than the wind.

The storm cut through the water behind it, bringing up huge sharp waves ten meters high!
It turned with extraordinary agility even at high speed, and after rushing over the sea, it did not crash into the port opposite it.

Instead, it flowed upstream from the canal estuary and rushed into the intricate waterways of Long Exeter.

Even though Qilin had realized that this was a strange city built on water, he slowed down.

However, the waves behind it caused by its speed still rushed into the river first after it slowed down.

Waves arose in the river, pushing up and down the small boats passing through it. Screams and the chaotic sounds of boats colliding spread from one side of the city, forming the noise that Dijkstra heard.

The Kovir soldiers, whose nerves were tense because of the recent assassination attempt on the king, immediately mobilized, and the scene became even more chaotic.

In the midst of this chaos and war, Dijkstra stared blankly at the white horse that had jumped out of the crowded river and was nimbly leaping in front of the stone platforms and porches of the buildings.

"This is..." He turned to look at the demon hunter beside him, his lips moving, "Who did you just call over?"

"It's fast, but not that fast?" Lan said, moving his shoulders and neck. "I sent it here after I confirmed the effectiveness of the spell on me."

"It's just that the time I gave it was quite generous, and it's too lazy. I guess it just took a casual walk in the past few days, and finally started running seriously today after I urged it."

'Even the time is calculated.'

Dijkstra thought to himself.

If the Nilfgaardians were not given enough time to mobilize and confirm, they would probably not have gathered such a large military force in the hope of a quick victory and a decisive battle to penetrate the north.

The massacre at Wengergburg might have made him angry, but the time he chose was just right!

This was not an impulsive act after he was angry, but the result of careful consideration and weighing.

The whole city was buzzing with noise, and the corridors of the Ensenada Palace were in chaos.

But on this terrace, Lan had already stepped onto the railing.

The ball of fluff leaped upon him and then climbed onto his shoulders.

"I'd like you to explain to King Istrada, Dijkstra. After all, I left without saying goodbye."

"It's necessary to keep it secret. I think he'll understand." The spy narrowed his eyes. The witcher's silver hair was almost dazzling in the sun. "I have to say, even I admire your ability to keep your mouth shut until things are finalized."

"But now that I have spoken up, it means that I am also ready to take responsibility for failure or success."

Lan looked down at the spy and grinned.

"I remember what you said to Istrade when you said goodbye? 'It is time to shoulder our responsibilities.' Take care, spy."

"Yes." Dijkstra looked up at Lan's smile in the sun, "Take care, witcher."

The Qilin neighed, and Lan En and Flannel Ball jumped down without delay. The ancient dragon and the demon hunter had already cooperated very skillfully.

"Xilulu!"

As soon as the person was picked up, Qilin turned south. The wide rune cloth on its body, which was full of drape, created a wave. Amid the noise and exclamations of everyone, the noble and elegant horse quickly rushed to the mouth of the canal.

The spy held onto the railing and watched them leave suddenly.
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"Is it really the Fourth Cavalry Corps?" Julia Abatmark, also known as the Little Beautiful Cat, asked, "Then they should have the Fernonda Division, the Magni Division, the Vicvaro Second Brigade, the Delrani Seventh Cavalry Brigade, and the Elven Willuhede Brigade."

"What else do you see besides these flags?"

The scout captain answered without hesitation. He listed many styles of flags in one breath, but he could only describe the styles. He didn't know what troops those flags represented.

"So there is still Master Ade Feiyin?" Little Cat confirmed again, "Are you sure that the last flag you saw was a silver sun wheel on a black background?"

"Absolutely sure, Colonel!"

"This is interesting! This means they are not only the Fourth Cavalry Corps, but also part of the Third Corps!" Julia said simply, "Lead the way, I must see it with my own eyes!"

A non-commissioned officer exclaimed, "But this is too dangerous! It's a gamble! We might run into an elf reconnaissance company!"

"Shut up, this is an order! Scout, don't listen to his nonsense, lead the way!"

They galloped over a small hillock south of Vizima, and the humidity from Lake Vizima made the surrounding land muddy, slowing the horses' speed.

They came to the base of a tower of which only the ruins remained, and the west wind blew through the cracks in the stones, making a sound like a bagpipe.

Now no one knows, and no one cares, who built this tower, for what purpose, and when.

Julia climbed up without hesitation, climbed on the tilted battlement, and looked into the distance with a telescope. This posture made her buttocks stick out.

The scout captain behind caught up after a while, panting like a mating bull. Seeing this scene made him a little excited, but for the sake of his own personal safety, he quickly calmed down.

"I swear on my soul!" The little beautiful cat muttered with a smile, "This is indeed the flag with a black background and a silver sun!"

She listed many flags and their corresponding organizational names one after another.

"How come you know them so well?" the scout captain asked. "It sounds like an old acquaintance, Colonel."

"I graduated from a military academy." Little Meimao said nonchalantly, as if the matter was not worth mentioning at all. "I am a professional soldier, a professional. Okay, return to the army! This matter needs to be reported immediately."

These are the people that Kovir aided the northern countries. They are all criminals, but they are also skilled fighters with professional skills. They are hired under the name of the "Free Corps".

"It's only thirty kilometers from here to Vizima."

Foltest said to his constable, John Natalis, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

He didn't say anything empty like "Only victory, no defeat" or "There's no way out". He just kept discussing every detail with the commander.

"Choose to start the battle here tomorrow? Very good, this terrain is very suitable for deploying the battle formation."

"And this hill will make an ideal command post, Your Majesty."

Natalis was a pure soldier, with a shaved head for convenience. On the chest of his armor hung a small shield with a white lily of Temeria.

"The enemy's camp is filled with dust. There may be 40,000 horses. A conservative estimate is 20,000 heavily armored knights!" Foltest had bandages wrapped around his hands, which were the traces of his failure outside the city of Malipo.

But now, he, the king, has not even recovered from the injuries he received in Maribor, and the enemy has already reached the outskirts of Vizima.

The Nilfgaardians broke through too quickly.

"The intelligence matches. Menno Kuhoon has dismantled his center army group. Charge with all the highly mobile cavalry!"

John Natalis spoke cautiously.

"If it is just this cavalry corps, plus the remaining 10,000 to 20,000 troops, then this battle can be won, Your Majesty."

Foltest looked at his sheriff and general.

Natalis was a cautious person, and he would not say anything in full in front of him. It was precisely because of this cautiousness and steadiness that he valued this soldier with a humble background.

And he also knew what subconscious meaning his general often expressed in his words -

'If' it were only these troops, they would still have a fight.

"You can ask me nothing more, John," said the king coldly. "I do not know what happened. My army was routed before the walls of Maribor."

"Without witnesses, without insiders, the front line was breached, as easily as a letter opener opening an envelope."

"This must be some supernatural power," Natalis whispered. "Relying on brute force is... foolish, Your Majesty."

Foltest agreed. "Yes, so I immediately summoned all the warlocks loyal to me and asked for help from all the warlocks who could respond. Merigold had hardly touched the ground during the journey, and now she found time to fall asleep, or more like fainted."

"That's it," John Natalis said, looking at the dark army camps in the distance, "We can only do our best based on the situation on the battlefield tomorrow."

"May the gods have mercy on us."

(End of this chapter)