Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1736 1708. Battle of Xiaoyu River

But this kind of thing is not too exaggerated for Lan En.

When he was in the magical Japanese Warring States period, Saito Dosan, whom he had just met, suddenly threw the Sagiyama Castle to him, leaving him with nothing except a "letter of appointment as acting lord of the castle".

But he stayed in the archives of the castle tower for less than half a day, just a few hours.

That night, Fujiyoshiro was given a chart of the important people, important positions, important families, and the complex interpersonal relationships in the entire city.

Then, he didn't even need to show up. Fujiyoshiro, a newcomer of humble origin, used that chart to control the entire Lushan Castle.

By the time they officially met Lan En, the group of family heads and managers didn't even dare to breathe.

Among them was Fujiyoshiro, who later became a talented person in the Japanese Warring States Period after years of experience. However, the key killer was always the chart given to him by Lan En.

The Emperor's Children are all excellent all-rounders, but among the various Space Marine Legions with different personalities, styles, and origins from different planets, they can basically get along harmoniously with everyone if they want to.

If one is not sensitive and insightful about interpersonal relationships and human hearts, then this kind of versatile affinity will be as illusory as rootless duckweed.

When you meet a Space Wolves, you should speak words that the Space Wolves can understand. When you meet a Dark Angel, you should speak words that the Dark Angel can understand. You can't even see the person you are communicating with clearly, so what's the point of talking about friendly contact?
Therefore, Lan En did indeed read all the war examples and reports circulating in Nilfgaard, and analyzed from the clues which army actually obeyed whom.

The throne of Nilfgaard? Or the nobles who kneel before it, pretending to be loyal and harmless?

I dare not say anything else, but at least the De Witt family and the Epp Darcy family, the two great noble families who commanded the western and eastern battlefields respectively in this war, have been seen through by him.

Lan En turned and left. The captives would naturally have their own place to go, and the Embers Knights would take care of it.

Not far away, Lan found Lincoln.

"Where are the Kirin and the Flannel Ball?" Lan asked, picking up the broken bell. "I need them to deliver something to Aretusa."

At this time, the secretary of the Knights of Embers was coordinating the few manpower available to collect all the valuable documents and letters in the Nilfgaard military camp.

At this moment, the Nilfgaardian camp had experienced the charge of the Northern Alliance, as well as its own rout and the pursuit and killing of the fleeing soldiers. The camp was already in chaos and blood.

When the Embers Knights searched for officers and high-ranking tents earlier, they were mainly looking for information about the curse and ignored everything else. Now they are starting to confiscate the enemy's barracks.

While he was giving orders, he was also protecting Triss.

The burgundy-haired sorceress now had strong fluctuations of chaos magic power on her body. She was searching everywhere to inform the Northern Allied Forces who had just been fleeing in panic due to the expansion of darkness by the vengeful ghosts.

Although they had won the battle, they became defeated soldiers. They seemed quite enthusiastic when Lincoln led them in the counterattack.

But this cannot be blamed on them. After all, facing the dark expansion of the vengeful ghosts, they have absolutely no way to deal with it. The fact that they can escape is a symbol of their abundant physical strength and high quality.

But troops are easy to disperse but hard to gather. Now Triss is struggling.

Although Lincoln and the others didn't see it, Lan could see that on the vast battlefield, there were two other warlocks trying to contact the scattered troops.

From the perspective of [Clairvoyance], it was as if three people had woven the chaotic magic power into a net and cast it out.

It should be Sabina Grievesig of Kaedwen that Triss mentioned, and Harperad of Aedirn.

"Mr. Flannel and Mr. Kirin..." Lincoln took a moment to recall, his mouth twitching, "They rushed forward very fiercely before. After we defeated the Nilfgaardians and found the timetable and route map of the clock transport convoy, they rushed out directly."

"With Master Qilin's horsepower, at this moment... I don't know where he can rush to."

Lan En slapped him on the forehead.

This can't be blamed on them. Qilin and the fluff ball both want to break the curse as soon as possible to help him.

However, a cute Fey cat and a simple ancient dragon from the New World were only happy about finding the route map, but they didn't realize that Menno Kuhoon would definitely not arrange the route according to the plan after his defeat.

I couldn't find anything along the route.

They neither of them had the extraordinary senses of a witcher, so they could only wander around in confusion.

On the other hand, the reason why Triss was able to use telepathy to contact all the Embers Knights present just now was because she was the one who watched and assisted with magic when these people were undergoing mutation.

It can be said that every Embers Knight has been taken care of by Triss with magic, so it is naturally not difficult to contact them when they want to.

The fluff ball and the Qilin had never been exposed to her magic, and they moved very quickly, so she couldn't get in touch with them at all just now.

Lan En rubbed the ring on his hand slightly, and soon, the sound of dry branches being blown by the wind came from the forest not far away.

The figure of Qilin jumped out from the woods.

"Xilulu?"

'Finished?'

There was confusion in Qilin's eyes.

On its back, dry leaves were hanging on the calico kitten's shiny fur. The entire cat's fur was blown up by the wind, turning into a large, swollen ball of marshmallow.

It jumped down lightly and nimbly, and adjusted the kitten helmet on its head, but looked a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, Boss... We don't seem to be able to help, meow." Lan En patted its head: "You have helped win a war, how much more help do you want to do?"

"But I do need you to make another trip."

"Leave it to me, meow!" The fluffy ball immediately cheered up, raised its head and revealed its big, watery, sparkling eyes.

"Please take this bell to Aretusa and give it to Qingming." Lan En showed them the bell and then tied it to Qilin's horse. "There are spiritual stones inside. You know this thing, so it's best not to let others get their hands on it."

We are still at war now, and the resentment and miserable emotions of the battlefield and the dead and wounded may trigger the power of the spirit stone.

Spiritual stones, if simply piled together, could give rise to monsters. As the crystallization of supernatural power, they were powerful, but also very harmful.

It will also, to some extent, bewitch people's minds and arouse their desires.

The fluff ball and the Qilin are simple-minded, and they both have guardian spirits to protect them, so Lan En feels at ease to leave them to their care.

"What about here?" The fluffy ball asked, looking up, "Boss, are you okay being alone, meow?"

Lan En shook his head and smiled: "The battle is over, and the winner has been decided. After you two are done, you can rest for a few days in Aretuza. I will be back later as well."

"I understand!" The fluff ball seemed to be full of energy. It jumped onto Qilin's back and waved, "Then we'll go first, meow!"

"What's in the cross section of the bell?" After the flannel ball and the unicorn left, the fluctuations of chaos magic on Triss's body gradually became smaller. She walked closer to Lan En and asked, "It looks like a beautiful gem?"

"It is indeed a beautiful gem," Lann glanced at the beautiful sorceress beside him, "but it is also a dangerous gem. We need to go to Aretuza and find an expert to look after it to be safe."

"That Qing, Qingming?" Triss thought the name was a little difficult to pronounce. "How come I didn't know there was such a person in the academy?"

"The people I met during my travels have spells that are different from those of the warlocks, and they match the expertise of those gems."

Lan didn't say much, but Triss understood.

"We can get to know each other when we go to Aretuza together. I heard that the new spells he brought are inspiring many warlocks."

After hearing this, Triss just smiled and stood in front of him.

Lan looked down into her eyes and spoke after a moment.

"You... don't actually care about any of this, do you?"

The sorceress smiled, with the liveliness of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman: "So?"

"So," Lan opened his arms and tilted his head, "Would you like to hug for a while longer?"

Triss didn't hesitate and hugged him directly. After touching Lan En, an expression of comfort and relaxation appeared on her face.

"I have no power to refuse such an invitation from you at any time."

Lincoln next to him turned his head, walked away, and continued his command mission.

"You feel nervous and flustered now, and these emotions are hard to go away and stay in your heart."

Lan held Triss in his arms, whispering softly over her head.

“But don’t be afraid, Triss. It will get better. You’ve been there, right? During our last war, you were in far more pain than you are now, but you made it through.”

"Because no matter what time, you are always by my side." Triss was in Lan's arms, looking as relaxed and lazy as if she was nestling in a soft quilt that smelled like sunshine. "I can't imagine if you weren't here now..."

"Then you can hold on, too." Lan interrupted her softly, "You are Merigold the Fearless. There is no sorceress braver than you."

"Including Rita? And Tishaya?"

"..." Lan En paused for a moment at Triss's playful question and laughed, "Hey! You know I won't give you that handle!"

"Oh~ Look at what you said! I seem to have become a bad woman!... But there are probably not many sorceresses who can be called good women, so it doesn't matter."

As if drawing some kind of spiritual support and mental strength from Lan, Triss lingered in his arms for a long time.

Then the sky gradually darkened, but the surrounding troops contacted by the warlock also began to return here one after another and regroup.

But this process is destined to be slow and difficult.

The good news is that Nilfgaard's defeated soldiers will also become more dispersed in this process and will not be able to form a concentrated resistance force.

But the bad news is that the number of bandits and robbers in this area will definitely increase dramatically after the war, and their weapons will definitely be no different from those of the regular army.

But a victory is a victory.

In the face of such a huge victory, other bad news is at most as insignificant as a breeze.

Therefore, that night after the battle, which was called the 'Battle of Little Fish River' because there was only a Little Fish River as a conspicuous landmark, it ended.

Foltest used up all his supplies, and drew a lot from the distant Vizima, to hold a post-war celebration.

(End of this chapter)