Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1722 1694. Stop
Hans and Henry were only waiting for the Nilfgaardian knights to turn their horses around. In just a few seconds, they would face their last brush with the enemy and then become two corpses.

To pass by, leaving behind corpses, limbs and blood, this is the way cavalry fights.

They are all ready.

Menno Cuhoon, by this time, was already preparing to get the caravan moving again.

The convoy he organized was supposed to strictly adhere to the timetable and route map planned by him and his staff.

But now they had strayed several kilometers away from the route map. He believed that even the best scouts would not be able to follow the trail and find them within half a day.

As for magical divination and tracking?

Since the last Northern War, Menno Kuhoon has been studying magic knowledge intensively. He knows the general steps and time required for divination and tracking by warlocks.

In his opinion, the group of northerners must first realize the existence of this caravan, then realize the importance of this caravan, and then start to track it down, and then when conventional means are thwarted, they will resort to magic.

There is plenty of time left during this process.

Therefore, even if Hans had set off a firework into the sky three or four minutes ago, he had only raised his eyelids.

This place is far away from the battlefield, who can see it?
There should be plenty of time to kill these two Nasir rebels and take the remaining six Nasir good people away.

So Menno Cuhoon wasn't worried at all.

However, within seconds the Nilfgaardian knights turned their horses around.
"Crash!"

Suddenly, a violent and rapid friction sound came from the dry woods on both sides of their road!

Before Menno Kuhn, who was not involved in the battle, could react, he saw three galloping horses and their riders rushing out, rolling up dead branches and leaves!

With his eyes wide open, the field marshal saw that the small shield on the chest of the leading knight had an emblem that he had seen before and was deeply engraved in his mind!
"呲呲呲!"

The knights rushed out like the wind, brandishing their weapons and charging straight at the Nilfgaardian knights in black armor.

I didn't know whether the sharp sound was the sound of the wind or the sound of blood spurting out of the body.

But in the end, Lincoln's spear in his left hand pierced two enemies at once.

The two of them were hanging on the spear like skewers of meat. Lincoln relaxed his arms, and the spear dropped naturally, and the two bodies that were still alive on it also slid down naturally.

The long sword in his right hand just slashed across the chest of another Nilfgaardian knight.

The armor on his chest was very thick, but Lincoln's strength, which had become a demon hunter, as well as his refined swordsmanship skills and the speed of his warhorse, made the long sword seem like cutting grass.

Let the knight be cut in half right away from the chest!

In just a moment, the sudden attack of the three Embers Knights wiped out the nine Nilfgaardians who were about to kill Hans and Henry.

Now, the entire convoy only had one cavalryman from the Dellani Brigade who looked not very powerful, and six Nasser tactical cavalrymen.

The Embers had never actually seen what Menno Cuhoon looked like.

Nowadays, when a princess or prince is engaged, they always ask a painter to draw a portrait and then send it to the other party to see what they look like.

This was the trick that Ciri used to escape the engagement in Brokilon Forest.

Therefore, even if many people are famous, their specific appearance is only spread within a small circle.

Lan En's figure and appearance are too outstanding and recognizable, so they basically match his popularity and he will be recognized whenever he shows his face.

"The bodies on the ground, these two people." But with the eyesight of the Embers Knights, Lincoln only took a glance to understand what happened here. "Is it an internal conflict?"

Henry, who was lying on the ground with Daidai grabbing his collar, finally stood up with great effort.

Hans, who was staggering on the horse's back, lost his sword and fell to the ground. His upper body fell forward weakly on the neck of the warhorse, gasping for breath and drooling, which stuck to the horse's mane.

But Lincoln and two other Embers Knights from the same team no longer cared about these people.

They stared at the wagons and the sound of the bells, which were not melodious but real!

"Watch them!"

Lincoln quickly dismounted, stuck his spear into the ground, and walked quickly toward the caravan with a long knife in hand.

Menno Kuhoon did not dare to move, and even quietly pulled the reins and moved away from the caravan.

"He is, he is Menno Kuhn!" Henry staggered forward until he hooked his hand around the neck of Hans's horse to stand firm, "The Field Marshal of Nilfgaard!"

Daidai followed in his footsteps.

He was afraid that the three extremely powerful knights who suddenly appeared would fail to protect Menno Kuhoon and let him escape because they did not know him.

Moreover, vaguely, his brain, which was already beginning to be tortured by the pain all over his body, kept wondering: Have he seen the techniques and momentum of these knights somewhere recently?
But it couldn't be possible, right? It was bad enough to meet such a powerful knight once, but how could I survive the second time?

Henry thought he was probably confused because of the pain. As for the other two Ember Knights who never dismounted, one of them had a flickering look in his eyes, as if he had suddenly started to think mentally.

The other one remained motionless, only saying, "Wow! Looks like there's an unexpected bonus here."

However, the bloody long sword in his hand and the corpses chopped by the long sword made people dare not ignore him at all.

Lincoln, who was leading the group, had already used his long knife to slightly open the canvas curtain of the caravan.

He peeked through the gap cautiously, and his pupils suddenly shrank! —
"Tell him to wait until the clock stops." Lan En dealt with the attacks of the vengeful ghosts, while at the same time pressing the conical crystal on his body and responding to Triss telepathically, "There's something wrong with the clock itself. I guess it's because the people around it keep ringing it?"

"But the bell wouldn't ring by itself, so Lincoln had to wait for it to stop, or he had to kill the person who rang it first. Then he removed the roof of the wagon, covered the bell with cloth or fur, and took the bell down."

Ever since he followed Geralt and solved the curse himself for the first time, Lann has never stopped learning about curses.

The main focus is on knowledge and cases related to removing curses. After all, these are skills that demon hunters need to face and master.

Lincoln and his friends don't have Lan's learning speed and efficiency in accumulating experience, but fortunately they can now let Triss act as a middleman and allow him to provide remote guidance.

In the constant darkness, everything loses its color.

The vengeful ghost was roaring, but its powerful roar had no effect on the thin layer of white mist that permeated the place.

The bodies of the dead soldiers here looked just like dirt and gravel. They didn't look like they had just died, but rather like inorganic matter. But it stands to reason that the process from corpses to inorganic matter would take at least years.

It is the constantly dark environment that speeds up the loss of vitality in the corpse.

On the other hand, Lan En's deep eyes were also waiting to see what changes would happen to the vengeful ghost in front of him after the bell stopped.

According to Lincoln, the bronze bell was a shaking bell, not a striking bell. Therefore, even if the person shaking the bell was killed immediately, it would take a while for it to stop naturally.

Changes are happening quickly, but they are definitely not changes in an optimistic direction!
"Roar!!!"

The white hair behind the ghost's head suddenly fluttered upward like a flame! The fire of resentment in its body became even more violent, and it could burn a piece of charcoal almost without even standing still!

It is visible to the naked eye that its power and speed have skyrocketed!

It was so sudden that even Lan En had to urgently use the [Acceleration Spell] to dodge its man-sized claws!
"Is something wrong, Lan?" Triss's worried voice immediately entered his mind. "The area outside has suddenly begun to expand at an accelerated rate!"

Lan En remained calm.

"It's not good news that the bells have stopped ringing. Since the accidental death of the man in the quarantine area of ​​the Nilfgaardian military camp, the entire curse has been running wild. It seems that Menno Kuhoon himself doesn't know it, but he still has people keep ringing the bells."

"What should we do? How soon can we resolve the curse?"

Triss's voice was very urgent, much more urgent than before. This made Lan En realize that something was wrong.

"what happened?"

"There is a troop that I think can't run anymore! They are about to be enveloped! There are at least 600 to 700 people!"

On the mountain, Triss held a monocular and looked anxiously into the distance.

With the ever-dark realm expanding endlessly and without slowing down, the physical strength of mortals will not be able to sustain it for long.

It was fine at the beginning, because only a few soldiers who had sprained their ankles or fainted on the way to escape were covered in it.

But right now, mass deaths are about to begin!
In the constant darkness, Lan frowned slightly when he heard Triss's bad news.

He looked at the increasingly violent ghost, and thought about the time it would take for Lincoln to pass the message, and the time when the mass death of soldiers was about to begin.
"Looks like I'll have to hold you back for a few minutes."

The witcher raised his head and spoke softly, his amber cat eyes shining slightly in the thin mist.

"Triss."

"what?"

Lan En drew the Sword of the Lady of the Lake from his waist again, and a pleasant sound came from the blade and the scabbard of the long sword.

"Let Lincoln summarize the information quickly, otherwise I'm afraid it will adapt or change."

Adapt? Change? What does it mean?
Triss didn't understand, but she immediately agreed: "I will ensure smooth communication!"

The sorceress's voice is as beautiful as ever, with a girlish crispness mixed with a mature charm.

But in front of Lan En, the voice in his mind mixed with the roar of the vengeful ghost.

"Roar!!!"

The cursed monster's feet stepped on the ground, burning it and then shaking it!
But the demon hunter had no intention of dodging this time.

Instead, he held Arondite in his right hand, and reached for the alchemical leather bag on his waist with his left hand.
(End of this chapter)