Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1757 1729. Following the Hill
Olympia is a complex of buildings built for the Olympic Games.

There are many sports venues, ceremonial sites and temples of the gods. The roads suitable for entering are actually very monotonous, and normally there are only two gates in total.

It was still early in the morning, Lan En's head was covered by a linen hood, and he was wearing a common mercenary outfit. He walked straight to one of the doors on the still empty street.

There were large pieces of white rock next to the gate, covered with a linen blanket stained with wine.

It seems that someone was having an open-air banquet here yesterday.

Lan En lay down casually, as if he had been sleeping there all along.

As the sun rose, the temperature increased, and more and more people became active in Olympia.

But Lan En still lay on the large white rock, with no intention of getting up.

Then a cat's meow came from nowhere, which made him get up and leave.

This was the signal he and the fluff ball agreed upon. Since there were only two doors in this place, he and the fluff ball watched them separately, and Kalias would always come in through one of them.

This will give us the general direction he went last night.

Since the fluff ball sent the signal, the door must be from its side.

But Lan did not run directly to the other gate to join the three-color cat. Instead, he went back to Leonidaon.

Because of his fame and the fact that he is a previous Olympic champion, most people in Olympia know Kalías.

This made him appear neither hurried nor slow since he entered the city, maintaining his steady and strong demeanor.

This allowed the Ball of Flannel to secretly run to the other end to report the news to Lan, and then the witcher turned back to Leonidaon, where he happened to see Kallias entering the Olympic Village for athletes and referees.

Lan En had no intention of meeting the other party.

The witcher simply walked past Leonidaon's door as if passing by, glancing at the marble pavement.

"The stride length has been recorded, the pressure of the footprint has been recorded, the walking posture characteristics are being matched with the footprint... The mud on the sole of the shoe has been recorded."

The biochemical intelligent brain completes the subject's instructions in an orderly manner.

With just a casual glance, the characteristics of Kaliyas' footprints were recorded.

This is not a difficult task, even before the permissions were upgraded several times, Mentos could do it. Now it will be easier.

After recording the characteristics of Kallias's footprints while walking, Lan En went to another gate of Olympia, walked out into the wilderness, and reunited with the fluff ball.

On the road in the wilderness outside the city, Lan moved sideways a few steps and avoided a small group of Athenian soldiers riding past on horseback.

These Athenian soldiers wore blue and white linen armor, blue helmets on their heads, and an owl painted on their shields with blue and white paint.

The features are very distinct.

The so-called 'Olympic Sacred Truce' means that no one should resort to violence during the Olympic Games.

But of course they will not withdraw from the original sphere of influence.

Elis, where the Olympic Games were held, previously belonged to the Delian League led by Athens, and is now naturally within the sphere of influence of Athens.

"Boss, meow here!"

The fluffy ball was as energetic as ever. It poked its furry head out from the myrtle bushes on the side of the road and stretched out its little paws to greet Lan.

When Lan En came over, the calico kitten immediately jumped out from the bushes, holding its head high and pointing at the gate of Olympia not far away.

"I saw that man go in through this door, there's no doubt about it!"

But halfway through the conversation, the kitten retracted its chest and scratched its head.

"But I'm not sure if he took a detour and set off a smoke bomb or something before entering the door."

"That's enough to know." Lan En patted the little head of the flannel ball in appreciation.

He just went to collect information about the other party's footprints today in order to deal with the smoke bombs that the other party might release.

The footprint information and movement status information collected and analyzed by Mentos is very accurate.

Even though Olympia is currently in the peak tourist season with a large number of people visiting every day, Lan En can still see the footprints marked in red by the biochemical intelligent computer from his demon hunter vision.

The chaotic flow of people, the large number of horses, cattle and sheep, made it difficult for Mentos to judge, and also interfered with Lan's witcher senses.

In fact, if we track footprints and traces, perhaps the guide insects in the New World will be more intuitive and faster.

But for the sake of ecological stability and balance, Lan En gave up those convenient little fireflies.

But for now, the witcher's skills are more than enough.

Following the footprints, Lan discovered that Kallias had indeed taken a detour. According to the direction, he should have entered Olympia from the gate on his side.

This made Lan En feel that there might be something wrong with this highly respected former champion and referee.

The broken islands around the Mediterranean Sea have uneven terrain.

Lan and the ball of fluff followed the trail, passing through small hills and valleys, and streams covered by meadows flowed among the green grass.

Further down the country, these streams converge into the large swamps that are characteristic of the Elis region.

It had been more than an hour since they left the gate of Olympia, and the sunshine on the Aegean Sea was getting brighter. Lan and Flannel Ball's stamina and speed were of course beyond doubt, but this operation was mainly for "tracking", which slowed down their pace.

So until now, the two of them still haven't followed Kallias's footsteps to the end and found out where this guy spent the night last night.

but……

"Suck~"

Halfway through, as they passed a small hill covered with green grass and scattered sage and poppy flowers, Lan's nostrils twitched slightly.

The fluff ball, which had been cooperating very well, immediately knew that it was his boss's keen senses that were at work and he had discovered something.

"Is this the smell of human...blood?"

The witcher felt it cautiously.

Felyn Cat then became serious: "Has anyone been murdered around here, meow?"

This is not a rare thing. In the embryonic era of human civilization, let alone ancient Greece, even in any civilized settlement, as long as you leave the city, you will find yourself in a primitive wilderness full of dangers.

Bandits lurked in the shade of trees on both sides of the road, and there were more wild beasts and poisonous insects than humans.

It is normal to see a few dead bodies or signs of murder along the way.

However, there was something else about this hill that caught Lan's attention.

—The footsteps of Callias fork here.

He went up this hill both when he left last night and when he came this morning.

This further increases the necessity of turning around and taking a look.

"Let's go and have a look."

Lan En immediately turned around and walked towards the hill. The fluffy ball trotted quickly on all fours behind him and followed Lan En.

The direction from which the smell of blood came was consistent with Kalias's footprints, both on the other side after crossing the hill.

When the Demon Hunter and Felynx stood on the top of the hill and looked down to the other side, they immediately saw clearly what was happening in the scene.

"Fuck you Athenians!"

In the warm wind that smells of the Aegean Sea, there came shouts that seemed vague because of the distance.

Amid the shouts, there was also the sound of weapons and shields colliding with each other.

A temporary camp was built on this side of the hill.

Relying on the ruins of the two-story tower that originally existed here, the blue linen used to build the shed has an owl pattern painted on it.

There were five or six bodies lying on the ground, all dressed like ordinary Athenian soldiers.

Blood flowed from their mouths or wounds and flowed onto the grass, bringing reflections with it.

By the time Lan and Fluff Ball saw it, everything was already over.

"Three people killed six people. Their good skills are one thing, but they also had the advantage of surprise attack?"

"We're a little late, meow."

The man and the cat walked down the hillside steadily and calmly, as if they had not noticed the horrifying scene of blood flowing and human bodies broken at the bottom of the hill.

The three men who attacked the Athenian soldiers at the foot of the hill were wearing very messy equipment and clothes.

The linen armor was black and dirty, and the red tassel on the helmet on his head looked like it was plucked from the tail feathers of a pheasant.

The weapons in his hands also looked irregular.

Two big strong men and a lean middle-aged man.

Their faces and the parts of their bodies exposed outside their armor were covered with dark wrinkles of varying depths, their hair was tangled, and their beards were thick and messy.

It seems that it has been a while since I last returned to the town that represents human society.

At this time, one of the two big and strong men was trying hard to pull his bronze axe from the shoulder of the Athenian soldier.

It seemed that he was the one who shouted when he was dealing with the last enemy.

Now it seemed that the broken bones in the Athenian soldier's shoulder had caught the axe, and the man pulled at the still-living body, but could not pull it out.

In the end, he simply gave up pulling it out, and threw the bronze axe and the corpse on the grass with a "thump". He stared at the man and the cat coming down the hillside, and at the same time bent down to pick up a long-handled round-peen hammer dropped by the dead Athenian soldier.

"Why did you kill these Athenian soldiers?" Lan En and Flannel Ball kept walking. He was the first to speak while walking, "I remember that now is the Holy Truce."

"Holy Truce?" The thin man held a short sword and a shield in his hands and laughed softly, "Look at what you said, how can this be considered a 'war'? We are just looking for food. The Olympic Truce cannot make people go without food."

"But now that you've asked, can we ask something too?" The thin man's eyes widened. "Are you here alone? Is this kitten that looks like a human also yours?"

The contrast between the whites of his eyes and his dirty, wrinkled face was so frightening.

(End of this chapter)