Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 506
Lan En jumped down from a rock that was bleached by the sun, then walked a few steps and came to the road beside the rock to squat down and observe.

If he followed the route of an ordinary person, he would have to go around in a circle to reach his current position.

The Aegean Sea is full of broken islands. The formation of these islands is due to violent geological activities.Therefore, there will be many rugged height differences on the island.

The people of ancient Greece began the development of their civilization on these small islands.

"The ruts are very deep, but the quality of the wheels is much better than those on the market. It seems that just like the legend, the Spartans used all their skills for military purposes."

Lan En picked up a handful of dirt from the ground with his fingers covered with steel-plated leather gloves, looked at it carefully, and murmured.

"There are barley grains mixed in the dirt. It's definitely a grain truck."

Now the only people who can transport grain outside the city of Megara are the Spartans.Their army, which is renowned among city-states, is invincible on the frontal battlefield in the land of Megaris.

In the demon hunter's eyes, the feline-like vertical pupils shrank.

The extraordinary senses are then opened, and the whole world begins to become more colorful.

The rutted marks on the ground turned bright red to the point of irritation.

Lan En walked forward along this trail.

As they advanced, the surrounding scenery changed from the cleared wilderness around the city-state to a small forest with thin trees that were almost two people tall.

The sunlight from the Aegean Sea can only penetrate and fall through the gaps between the branches and leaves, turning into patches of light.

Lan En, who had just entered the grove not far away, sniffed slightly and then slightly frowned on his beautiful brows.

The witcher's sensitive sense of smell collected different smell information.

In this small forest, there is the smell of wild beast excrement, body odor, the fragrance of broken branches and crushed branches, and so on.

These smells are all normal, except for human blood and the smell of rotten food mixed together.

Despite being alert, Lan En was still a little stunned.

Although I had some idea that there was a logistics problem with the Spartan army in my previous speculations, I never imagined that something would actually happen on the first day of the investigation?

Am I just lucky?Or are the problems faced by Spartan logistics far more serious than imagined?
Lan En very much hoped that it was not the latter possibility.

The cladding-clad boots crushed fallen leaves and dead branches, and the witcher finally followed the clues to the scene after passing through the double lock of ruts and smells.

The situation at the scene was very different from what Lan En had imagined.

Several corpses were disemboweled and placed on the roadside. Seven of them only wore a Spartan red skirt around the waist, and then wore a brass Collins helmet without helmet plumes. .

The other three were dressed like the Spartans on the beach, wearing wrist guards, shin guards, and a piece of brass armor with carved abdominal muscles and chest muscles.

There are ten Spartans in total, three of whom are probably precious and rare Spartan citizens who have been trained day and night since childhood.

But now, these top soldiers of this era have been disemboweled like domestic animals and poultry.

The grain truck they had been guarding to the death was now scattered into a pile of fine pieces of wood, and the precious grain on the truck was only scattered around their bodies, or a small pile that rotted because it was not taken away.

In the Mediterranean region during the ancient Greek period, Greece did not have much grain-producing capacity due to its fragmented geographical environment.

The Greeks would produce olive oil and wine, and then use ocean trade to import food from food-producing countries such as Egypt.

Therefore, barley, olive oil, and wine were the iron triangle of maritime trade in ancient Greece.

These are the traces of decay on the ground at this time.

Lan En first squatted next to a pile of corpses, running his fingers through their wounds and digging into them.

"The blood is rotting and attracting insects. This smell should mean that it has been dead for two days?" He muttered an inference, but then Lan En shook his head.

"No, considering the climate along the Aegean coast, this can happen in a day at most. The same goes for the corruption of food."

Standing up, the witcher looked around at the crime scene, and a feeling of incoherence and something wrong appeared in his heart.

In the witcher's extraordinary senses, the footprints on this field are bright red and dazzling, but their distribution and number are messy.

"These ten men were all killed by the same weapon and the same man."

Returning to his original position, Lann looked down at the Spartan's corpse.

The flesh-eating bugs have been attracted by the rotting smell of blood and gathered on the corpse.

"That man can pierce the entire Spartan brass breastplate, and then tear open a large gap like a piece of paper. Although it is copper alloy, it is also an out-and-out metal armor. There is nothing Doubt, this is another person who Cassandra said was 'recognized by the gods'. Ordinary people can't deal with him at all."

"And this is this guy. He didn't cover up his traces?"

Lan En raised one eyebrow unconsciously, showing a surprised expression.

Covering up traces is not a difficult task, especially in war-torn areas, especially in the climate and geography of the Aegean coast.

In the wild era, even an ordinary hunter knew: If you want to dispose of corpses, don't you just go to the wild and attract a pack of wolves?

There are more beasts than people these days.

It is more difficult to maintain the original appearance of these corpses in the wild than to cover up the traces.

After a moment of thinking, many possibilities were swirling in Lan En's mind.

But in the end, he shook his head and shook these things away.

"It's better to just dream than to leave."

"The carts were destroyed and those carrying the grain couldn't get far."

Lan En turned his head and looked towards the hills in the distance. There were many caves there due to geological activities.It was a good place for bandits to gather, and the war also encouraged bandits to plunder.

But the question is, where did the bandits have the ability to kill the Spartans?

Why would you want to be a bandit if you have this ability?
"Let's go up and have a look first."

Lan En thought so, changed the direction and started climbing the mountain.

In the city of Megara, Fubai was playing with several children in a circle, throwing stones.

This kind of gameplay will test the player's hand speed and accuracy. They will throw up a varying number of stones and then catch them. The successful player will also gain the admiration of others.

The more you throw and catch, the better.

The game's leveling makes it even more fascinating.

With his energetic personality and cheerful smile, Fubo easily joined the local children's games.

She was not starving, and even made these children think that she was from a good background.

Unlike local children, Fubai only spent less than half of his energy on games.

The rest of her energy was used to prick up her ears and listen to the casual words of these children during the game.

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(End of this chapter)