Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1707 1679. Cursed Creature
On the battlefield, when everyone was shocked by the battle between the witchers and the monsters, dozens of troops of different sizes from the Northern Alliance were the first to recover from the battlefield.

Then the spontaneous transfers began.

They began to move towards the edge of Lan and the Wraith's trail of massive destruction.

Just now, half of Nilfgaard's Deilani Brigade was wiped out in an instant because the witcher slashed with his sword three times like a ghost.

Coupled with the fear power and physical exhaustion effects of the vengeful ghosts, no troops dared to come here, so now when they headed here, the resistance was surprisingly small.

But even if they passed by, they didn't dare to get too close.

Especially after the vengeful ghost reappeared, the rest of the troops on the battlefield became even more panicked and confused, and these troops also experienced riots of varying sizes.

But soon, the commotion was quelled and they continued to move towards the battlefield where Lan was.

"Long time no see, sir." A dull sound of horse hooves stepped into this area where few people dared to come. Lincoln rode his horse in the distance and shouted to Lan, "You seem to be in trouble?"

The ground here has been shaken loose by the witchers and the vengeful ghosts, and the sound of horse hooves stepping on it is not crisp at all.

Lan En turned a deaf ear to him, as if he didn't see his secretary.

He just shouted back without looking back: "Back off ten meters and remember to keep breathing, Lincoln."

The clerk followed suit and quickly pulled the reins to steer the horse a few steps further away.

But the spread of the filthy power was still a little faster than his movements.

"Roar!!!"

The vengeful ghost's chaotic and violent roar sounded.

It swung its arm like a meteor hammer and smashed the big bell wrapped around its arm towards Lan En!
However, Lan En was not in a hurry to empty or weaken the filthy power on it this time. He didn't even add a new [Purification Talisman] to the Sword of the Lady of the Lake.

Without using any special skills, Lan En just swung his hand, and Aarondat turned into an arc-shaped silver afterimage in his hand, and was pulled from the side to the big bell that was smashing down.

"Boom!"

The bronze bell was knocked off course by the relatively toothpick-like Sword of the Lady of the Lake and fell three meters away from Lan En.

The gloomy bell sound spread along with the foul power.

As Lincoln was walking away, the horse under his crotch felt its legs and feet soften uncontrollably, and his breathing suddenly became heavy and difficult.

Lincoln himself also showed obvious discomfort, but because the witcher's physique is much tougher than that of ordinary people, he was able to hold on.

He was not like ordinary people who were shrouded in evil power, who were so frightened and exhausted that they could hardly control their respiratory tract and sphincter.

On the contrary, he still had enough energy to use the [Yaxi Seal] to calm the warhorse so that it would not panic and break its legs.

"Scatter! Stay ten meters away from here!" Lincoln pulled his staggering horse out of range and shouted to the troops passing by.

After shouting to the troops, he spoke to Lan En who was struggling with the vengeful ghost in the venue.

"With this feeling of fear and the speed of losing strength, a demon hunter will die if he stays in there for too long, right?" His tone didn't reveal his worry. "But I see that you seem to be able to handle it with ease. Have you learned something new behind our backs?"

The rumbling sound of horse hooves and marching footsteps came from beside him, but like water hitting a reef, it automatically bypassed the battlefield between the witcher and the monster.

"What kind of words are you talking about?" Lan En complained to his secretary while dealing with the vengeful ghost with ease, "It's just that I haven't told you yet. Don't make it sound like I'm eating alone."

This is Lan's first meeting with Lincoln since he returned to the magical medieval world.

But after some joking between friends, Lan En's tone became serious. After all, this is a battlefield.

"How many troops have you mobilized now?"

"Less than 10,000, maybe 9,000." Lincoln answered honestly. "My brothers and I saw the monster's defeat. But we immediately realized something was wrong: the Nilfgaardian camp was suppressed without any killer weapons."

"This performance is too calm, and too wrong. So even though we have difficulty communicating on the battlefield, we still gather the teams around us, ready to gather military strength to deal with any unexpected events."

"Now it seems," Lincoln calmly looked at the resentful ghost whose power had not diminished at all after its resurrection, "this is very necessary."

The troops that gathered on the battlefield were all troops that the Embers Knights had come into contact with while serving as heralds.

The gathering of these troops today is a reflection of the generally high quality of the Embers Knights and their tacit understanding with Lan.

Just as Lincoln had previously said of Foltest and John Natalis.

In today's battlefield, the two people with the most commanding power, one is mentally shaken because he just suffered a defeat, and the other is relatively "unseen any big scenes".

In the end, it was the Embers Knights scattered across the battlefield who all discovered something was wrong at the same time, and then even faster than Lan could convey the information to Triss through the conical crystal, they gathered a considerable force.

"Heh." Lan En chuckled and asked, "Lincoln, what does this thing remind you of?"

"I have never seen such a monster, sir."

"I'm not talking about its power and appearance. You certainly haven't seen that. What I'm asking is what the resurrection effect it shows reminds you of." Lan En asked in a testing tone.

At the same time, he slightly moved to the side, and the big bell swung by the vengeful ghost passed by him.

In the process, he straightened his shoulders and twisted his waist, and with a bang, he bumped his shoulder towards the big clock that had just passed by him!
The big bell, which already had terrible inertia, was suddenly unbalanced and was running forward as if it was grabbing the arm of the vengeful ghost.

Lan En seemed to be in no hurry to kill the vengeful ghost again, so he didn't even use his weapon.

While the vengeful ghost was rushing forward, he kicked the calf of the vengeful ghost as it staggered forward.

There was an explosion of gas in the middle of the two legs with a sharp contrast in size due to the collision!

The loosened land was thrown into a mess by the falling and struggling vengeful ghosts, with dirt and rocks flying everywhere.

At this time, Lincoln had just drunk a small bottle of [Advanced Tawny Owl], allowing the power of the potion to speed up his physical recovery.

The battlefield was in chaos, and he had a mask to wear, so the changes in his appearance caused by the potion were easily concealed.

"Its resurrection, its state before and after seems to be completely unchanged, no weakening and no consumption, which is completely counterintuitive."

The power of the potion and the toxicity it contained began to spread in his blood vessels, making Lincoln's voice a little suppressed and hoarse.

"It reminds me of daytime spirits or nighttime spirits that haven't found a place to place their thoughts, or the rare and dangerous earthbound spirits in certain places."

"In short," Lincoln wiped the nasal mucosa that was bleeding slightly due to the toxicity of the potion, "it looks like some kind of cursed creature. Curses are counterintuitive."

"You remember this knowledge very well." Lan En praised first, then said solemnly, "So you should also know that if you don't remove the curse on this kind of cursed creature, it is basically impossible to kill it by force."

"The Nilfgaardians used it to make rapid progress, which shows that this curse is controlled by humans, or even created by humans!"

"We need to obtain information and key items about this curse, otherwise even I won't be able to fight it head-on!"

Killing the vengeful ghost was not difficult for Lan En, and he had not used many methods yet.

But the curse is unreasonable, and it will last forever as long as it is not lifted.

Lan En could fight the vengeful ghosts for days, weeks, or even months or years without sleep! His enhanced organs, physical fitness, mental strength, and technical depth were enough to support him to do this.

But the curse will last for more than ten years! Decades!

How could Lan En continue to fight to the death with this vengeful ghost?

"I see." Lincoln nodded and turned to look at the Nilfgaard camp in the distance of the battlefield, which was still in strict order.

It would take a while for the nine thousand strong army to pass him by, not to mention that many more troops followed under the orders of John Natalis.

The sound of horse hooves shook the earth, and the sound of weapons colliding was solemn and sharp.

Lan En said in a deep voice as he looked at the vengeful ghost that got up from the ground and roared loudly.

"I need you to fight your way through the Nilfgaardian army! Sweep through their camps! Find clues and keys, or even capture Menno Kuhoon alive!"

"The army's strength is declining, and time doesn't seem to be sufficient. Can we do this?"

Can it be done? That’s a really good question.

Lincoln frowned, and Lan also looked serious.

According to his previous glance down at the battlefield, there should be about 55,000 Nilfgaardians on the battlefield.

The Northern Allied Forces had about 47,000 troops.

In this battle, we were already at a numerical disadvantage of 8,000 people.

In addition, although the quality of the Nilfgaardian army was uneven, it was at least better than the Northern Alliance, which even sent its crappy infantry regiments to the front line.

In the previous conventional war phase when the Wraith Ghost and Lan En had not appeared, the Northern Alliance seemed to be on the verge of a complete victory. This was really due to luck, the commanders' calmness, and the super-extreme performance of a few legions.

Only when they are combined together can a miracle be created.

They shouldn't have been able to win even on a conventional battlefield.

But right now, the conventional battlefield has already stagnated under the rampage of extraordinary combat power.

Both sides took this opportunity to reorganize their mood and formation.

Just now, Lann had explosively defeated a lot of Nilfgaardian troops, but the vengeful ghosts also made large areas of the Northern coalition forces lose their combat effectiveness.

The gap in the number of people and quality of personnel on both sides has basically not changed since before the war.

(End of this chapter)