Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 3 3. Evil ghost turtle-shaped stone

Lan En first carefully used the fan method to sniff out a trace of mist.

He had to determine whether the magical mist itself was poisonous or otherwise harmful.

If the biological computer in his brain that he picked up during the trip to the Void Sea had extra computing power, then he could even touch it with his finger to determine the effect of the mist on him.

Unfortunately, the computing power of the brain cells is now being misappropriated.

So a smart brain from the high-tech world is limited to this.

There was a slight pungent feeling in the nasal cavity, but it was quickly adapted by the witcher's body.

Lan En nodded slightly. This poison can burn the lungs of an ordinary person within 5 minutes.

But for the witcher's body, it will only cause discomfort, but it will not cause damage within half an hour.

Does not affect combat.

Thin cowhide boots stepped cautiously into the mist.

With a bang, Lan En groped the way forward step by step, and also pulled out the steel sword behind him.

Wooden handle, iron gray steel crossguard and blade.

A Velen long sword, like people's impression of this province, is synonymous with cheap and low-quality.

It does not have the restraint effect of the silver sword, but for physical monsters, there will be no "invalid" situation.

As far as Lan En knew, this demon hunting mission came from the elders of a nearby village.

According to him, a delicious fungus grows in this valley, and it only grows in patches here.

This is also the only thing in this village that can be sold at a high price in the hands of merchants in the capital of Velen - Gos Velen.

But a year ago, this fog suddenly appeared, and the people who went to pick fungi never returned.

So now, there is not even a single sound and durable iron farm tool in their village.

Because there is no money.

After the arrival of the witcher and his apprentice, the village gathered its last funds, 53 Oren.

Used to hire these two evil and dirty "mutants" to clear the "evil fog in the valley".

When the village elders threw the advance payment to the two, the look of disgust and fear seemed to have to come into contact with two lepers.

This also reminded Lan En's modern head that even if he got rid of his "teacher", his current situation would definitely not be considered good.

But there are priorities, and future difficulties can be discussed later.

The dangers of the moment must be faced now.

Lan En's amber cat's eyes were slightly stinging in the poisonous mist.

But he didn't even blink his eyelids to moisten his eyeballs.

The enhanced senses brought about by the witcher's mutation began to be mobilized.

This kind of human body strengthening, which relies on germs, potions, magic power, etc., can greatly increase and change the original senses of human beings.

Make witchers capable of doing what they were designed to do by mages - hunting monsters alone.

The thin cowhide boots scratched the weeds on the ground, making a "scrubbing" sound as thin as mosquitoes.

"There's no heavy breathing here, not even a monster's strong heartbeat. It's quiet."

In Lan En's ears, only the footsteps of himself and Bo Erdong behind him.

Among them, Bo Erdong's footsteps and heartbeat were lighter than his own.

It was hard to imagine that it was the footsteps of a muscular giant close to 1.9 meters, wearing a thick composite armor.

Terrifying physical control and basic qualities.

Lan En could even imagine in his mind the exaggerated scene in the movie where he picked up an adult's neck with one hand, and then broke the cervical spine with his palm.

My own witcher "master" can really do it!

But just as Lan En was groping forward, his sense of touch and hearing both discovered some abnormal movement.

The vertical pupil focus transformation of the cat's eye.

"Under the ground. Vibrating? It's tunneling!"

Dirt is being dug, and something is moving beneath the soil!
——This is not the fog demon!

Without even thinking about it, Lan En suddenly arched his spine like a frightened cat, and then straightened in a very short time.

Like a rubber spring, it jumped a meter away.

With a "crash", a ferocious humanoid claw emerged from the ground!

Immediately afterwards, the whole body of the monster emerged from under the soil layer.

It has a humanoid shape, but it is a little short, similar to a dwarf, and can reach the belly of a normal human.

The gray skin was unobstructed, and the big bloodshot mouth grinned grinningly. The layers of neoplastic skin on the neck were piled up so that the neck could not be seen, it was slippery and disgusting.

Lan En's palm holding the sword relaxed and then tightened again, repeatedly confirming the feel of his hand.

This is an evil ghost, and it is also a scavenger creature like the fog monster. Its single combat power is weaker than that of the fog monster, but there is a difference.

—they are completely social creatures!
There is a saying in this continent, "If monsters are really bad, make them happy in groups".

"Whoa!"

Countless calls began to come from the mist.

Lan En's heart sank. To save trouble, his "master" even misjudged the type of monster!

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he glanced back, but at this moment, the giant man, who was a shadow in the thick fog, had no intention of going forward immediately.

Lane knew what he was thinking.

Although the mist demon and evil ghost are unlikely to live together, since there are "tools" in front of them, why not confirm it?

Insurance and prudence can never be too much.

The majestic figure watched the confrontation between the monster and the witcher with cold eyes.

It should be said that it was a blessing in misfortune, and Lan En was never prepared to entrust his wealth and life to Bo Erdong.

"The seventeen evil spirits can only use Kunen and swordsmanship."

Maoyan glanced around, and Lan En was thinking in his heart.

Kunen and fencing are the most important courses in the schedule arranged by his "teacher".

Seventeen evil spirits are already the number of monsters that can slaughter a village in the sparsely populated Waylon.

In Weilun's village, counting the old, the weak, and women, there are mostly no more than 30 to [-] people.

But in the face of an enemy of this order of magnitude, a young man who has only experienced the mutation of a demon hunter for one month, and only three weeks for holding a sword and learning the seal.

His face was still like a block of ice.

"Well, I can hold on!"

For three weeks, a well-nourished human being, even if he chops wood with an ax mechanically, has to work with his heart and brain for a week to master the correct and labor-saving exercise methods!
This is just the pursuit of the correct way of movement, and does not guarantee the accuracy every time.

As for swordsmanship, which involves actual combat factors such as movement posture, terrain differences, and body differences, it is normal to spend a year or two just to pass the basic skills training.

But now, a young man who has only held a sword for three weeks, he has a rational and sober understanding of his own abilities.

That's not just "holding it up". He can also "act like it" under this premise!
Lan En completed the assessment of the strength of the enemy and the enemy, and the monsters also lost their last calm in the face of the fresh flesh and blood delivered to their door.

It was unclear which evil spirit made the first move, but the battle began anyway.

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Four soldiers wearing Temerian-style armor were getting closer to the valley filled with magic mist.

They spit on horseback, laugh and curse, and tell crude lower-body jokes.

But in the eyes and faces of the four people, there was a sense of indifference in the smiles.

It belongs to the soldiers, the indifference to human life and fighting.

Among the four are a crossbowman, an archer, a halberd and a sword and shield.

The sword and shield soldier is the captain of this law enforcement team.

The shield on his back looked new, with Temeria's white lily emblem printed on a blue background.

The crossbowman had just told a joke about whores and werewolves, and the strange laughter of the crowd lasted for a while before it stopped.

But after laughing, he turned his face to his captain.

"I said captain." There was a little hesitation on his face. "We won't. Not at the hands of that mutant freak."

Before the captain could respond, the halberd soldier spat.

"I said, aren't you afraid? We have four good hands here! I can guarantee that as soon as that freak shows his head, the arrows of the two of you can directly pierce him in the flesh, without me and the captain. Struggle. What you have is a crossbow! A good crossbow! Who can escape the crossbow?"

The halberd soldier shook his head with a relaxed expression.

"But." The crossbowman's mind was still wandering. "I've heard, people say, those freaks can, they can do magic!"

As soon as the word "magic" appeared, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and even the most relaxed halberdier shuddered.

Like something dirty.

And at this moment, it was the captain's time to speak up.

"Don't worry." The captain raised a pendant on his hand.

It was a stone carved in the shape of a turtle.

"Master Wesselard has already explained that I brought the turtle-shaped stone. Those dirty magic that cannot be seen can't get close to us."

The soldiers all knew, and the common people also said that the turtle-shaped stone can restrain magic.

How could this be wrong?
So the group relaxed again, and even the crossbowman smiled happily.

Soon, they followed the path between the woods and came to the valley.

　Newcomer, new book!Ask for collection!Ask for a ticket!In short, ask for everything! ! !
　　ps: I just bought Elden's Ring of Law, so it's a bit over the top.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)