Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 49 49. Near Corndale

The sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground is anything but nice.

Especially when this strong and healthy war horse is carrying a murderous demon hunter with a total weight of more than 150 kilograms on its back.

Contrary to the sunny picture of knights parading in the bard's description, the menacing Dai Jialan is tall and strong.

The pitch-black horse under the crotch is 1.6 meters high at the shoulder.

When such a combination runs on the country roads of Waylon with a rampant momentum, it almost reminds people of the war ghosts and ghost riders in the country horror stories - Wild Hunt!
"Sir, I must warn you again—please remain calm."

Mentos didn't say any more swear words at this time.

To be honest, it would rather Lan En started humming now, or held a jar of honey in his hand and gave it to his mouth like a bear.

In a rage, with all your gear, go and slash at least a few dozen vicious cannibals. This is crazy!
The "crazy" here does not refer to whether it can win or not. Mentos has a little confidence in Lan En and himself in this regard.

After all, it's just a group of criminals.

They have neither the discipline and vigilance of a professional army, nor the killing and investigation skills of a professional army.

There are a lot of people, but the loose organizational structure itself is a breakthrough.

As long as a plan is made and the enemy's situation is well detected, even if it is an inefficient assassination, if more than a dozen people are gone, the organization will fall apart.

To Lan En, a disorganized organization is not "dozens of swords against one sword".

But dozens of "one sword against one sword".

There were no well-known knights or warriors on the opposite side, and it was unlikely that a demon hunter would lose against ordinary people.

What really worries Mentos now is Lan En's mental state.

Elaborate planning requires a cool executor.

In the mental curve chart it formulated, Lan En's emotional curve is very stable now.

It is very stable and maintained at the top level!
"I'm calm, Mentos."

Lan En's steady voice interrupted the intelligent voice in his brain, and he emphasized again.

"I'm calm now."

Mentos said no more.

The biological intelligence brain only has the authority to guide and remind, but not to decide.

And as Lan En advances in academic authority in the future, and approaches a well-educated member of the adult union, its authority as a learning aid will be further transferred to the subject.

It has already done what a biological brain should do, and the rest is to follow orders.

The sea breeze brought dark clouds from the sky, and the air began to smell of earth.

It's going to rain again in Waylon.

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Relying on the demon hunter's super-resistant body, Lan En's continuous riding time is only limited by Popie's recovery speed.

Originally, it would take two to three days to ride a horse from Oredon to the Corndale area that Willis said.

But Lan En and Popie, who was almost out of breath, got close to the target in less than a whole day.

The golden 48 hours of rescue of lost children are tied to Lan En's heart like a noose of death penalty.

And with the passage of time, this "noose" is constantly tightening!

Lan En was very anxious, but at the same time he was desperately suppressing his anxiety.

If worrying was useful, there wouldn't be so much nonsense in this world.

"Stop, Poppy."

"Huff--"

Lane tugged at the reins on the horse's back, slowing down the nearly exhausted steed.

He patted Poppy's side face and fed it a carrot, while the cat's eyes were keenly looking around.

"Coastal, hilly landform, well, it's near here."

Briefly summarized, this terrain is a hill protruding from the seabed to above the sea surface.

After bordering the mainland, it is regarded as a hilly terrain, and a small village with few families is built on the top of the highest mountain.

That village is Camdale. I heard that the soil and climate are very suitable for planting flowers, so the main source of income in the village is all kinds of flowers.

Even if Lan En stood far away now, he could still see a large area of ​​brilliant colors on the hillside.

The level difference between the village location and the horizon is about 50 meters.

50 meters doesn't sound like much.

But there is no doubt about the magic of the geology and landforms. Within this 50-meter interval, there are ravines, valleys, ravines, streams... complex terrain emerges one after another, and can hide many secrets.

Not to mention dozens or hundreds of people, even if thousands of people are scattered on this land, they can hide if they want to.

So much for Willis's guidance before he died.

Because this place is really poor and remote, and there are too many hills to count.

The locals are not in the mood to give each mountain a name.

That's why Willis said their camp was "near Corndale," a vague expression.

Because even they themselves don't know what the name of the valley they are in is.

"No wonder a group of wandering cannibals camped here."

Lan En narrowed his eyes slightly, got off his horse and led Popai forward.

The general direction is right, and whether the rest can be found depends on his ability.

Fortunately, both Lan En and Mentos had a little confidence in their abilities.

"Suck-"

Raising his head slightly, Lan En took a deep breath in the sea-smelling air because of being close to the sea.

The witcher's supernatural senses began to function, and the world became distorted and gorgeous in his eyes.

"The smell of the sea, the smell of the earth, the excrement. It's from a beast, not a man, not a horse or a hound. Calm down and be serious!"

This kind of non-directional sniffing will feed back a lot of messy and useless information.

Although Lan En was anxious, he was still able to distinguish every trace carefully under the control of his staggering emotions.

at last
"The smell of firewood?"

A pair of slightly lit cat eyes snapped open.

Corndale is the only obvious human settlement here. They live on the top of the mountain, and the smell of cooking fire cannot come here.

There have been showers but no thunderstorms in Waylon in recent days, so it's unlikely that lightning started the fire.

There are people living in the wild.

There is only this answer!
Lan En led Popie, and followed the scent he smelled.

This excellent war horse will not be able to run in a short time, and he himself needs to recover the physical strength consumed by long-term riding in the process of walking.

Demon hunters have good tolerance and recover physical strength quickly.But Lan En didn't want to face an opponent who didn't know the situation with half his physical strength.

The horse's hooves slapped, and the pile of odds and ends that Lane had placed on the saddlebags swayed.

After a while, the young witcher walked into a simple camp with the attitude of a passing traveler.

It is said to be a camp, but it is actually a large tarpaulin supported by several wooden slats, and several storage boxes and packages are placed inside.

A fire was set up in the open space before the tarpaulin.

Lan En's brow furrowed, and then relaxed again.

This was not the camp of the cannibals, who pitched their tents in inconspicuous places more for shelter from the wind than from people.

But in the current situation, it would be good to ask one more person.

Lan En's footsteps did not stop, and he walked directly towards the small camp.

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