Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 564 565. Tracking
The search process went smoothly. It was getting late now, and the armed teams that came out in groups should be looking for a place to camp.

Moreover, their horses had to carry people, armor, and supplies, but Lan En was holding Poppy by the hand.

Human endurance is far greater than that of horses.

A rather counter-intuitive fact is that during long-distance marches, infantry and other cavalry generally follow.

The longest record of continuous running by an average human is more than 25 hours.

As for Lan En, he has been implanted with gene seeds and has undergone three surgeries. He cannot be measured by the standards of an 'ordinary human being'.

The forest in winter has almost lost all its leaves, and has turned into branches spreading towards the sky.

It was getting late, and these branches that seemed to be piercing the sky looked weird and ferocious in the dim light.

The cold wind blew through the gaps in the woods and was distorted into a weird whistle.

Poppy had reached his full potential as a purebred Kaedweni warhorse.

The way it gallops with bulging muscles and gushing blood is enough to be captured by a painter, and then passed down to future generations with expensive paints.

In its eyes, the strange and dim woods around it were ignored by it like silhouettes.

But in front of it, there is always a tall figure.

Heavy steps like a war hammer!
But above this heavy mass is a swift figure!

The proportions of an Astartes' body resemble that of an enlarged human body.

There are no problems such as slender hands and feet, unstable center of gravity, etc. that people who normally grow to this size have.

If I had to describe Lan En's sense of speed at this time, it would be to add the sprint speed of the Olympic sprint champion to a mass of [-] kilograms!

The huge mass brings about strong winds, even enough to break the branches of the trees it passes by!
Finally, after a short period of tracking, Lan En found a shadow of fire in this forest glade.

It was about fifteen people, and they were gathering around a campfire getting ready to rest.

They wore dark and shiny full-face armor, and on both sides of the helmets on their heads were a pair of black wings that seemed to be shooting straight into the sky.

With their sharp swords, hard crossbows and strong bows, if you look at their demeanor and majesty, they are much more respectable than the northern soldiers Lan En knew.

After all, even for the cavalry team under Baron Wesselard of Willen, Philip, the leader of the team, was still a man with a layer of black skin on his neck and his hair under his leather hat.

Their tattered cotton armor will be stained with wine stains, phlegm, nasal mucus and other things.

Lan En's heavy footsteps and Poppy's heavy breathing woke up the group of people who were preparing for dinner.

They were all on alert, with crossbows loaded, bows drawn, and swords unsheathed.

The military appearance is neat, which is another quality that is better than that of the northern army.

Lan loosened the reins in his hands and let Poppy walk away to rest.

And he himself stood still in the thick shadow reflected by the firelight.

He ran all the way without even getting rid of his hood and cloak, and standing in the shadows, he could only show a huge outline.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers on the opposite side whispered among themselves.

"A giant?! I thought that was a superstition of northern hillbillies!"

"This is a forest, a forest on the plain! It's not a mountain. Where did the giant come from? Even if it's a legend, I think it should be a deer-headed spirit!"

In the south, most of the monsters common in the north have become the stuff of legends.

Southerners even used this to laugh at the superstition and ignorance of northerners.At this moment, these soldiers, who came to fight in the north for the first time, were filled with fear because of the unknown.

And then, under the influence of armor and sharp swords, fear turned into violent tendencies.

Under the hood, Lan En could hear the gradually heavier breathing of the people on the opposite side, as well as the clouds of white mist coming out of their mouths.

"In case."

Lan En spoke calmly in the darkness, without a trace of fluctuation, only a large white mist caused by hot air drifting from the shadows into the light of the fire.

"I want to ask you gentlemen from the south one thing: I passed a village heading east here, and that village was massacred. The people who did it burned the bodies and tortured them. Is this what you did? "

When Lan En said his first words, the other person's expression relaxed visibly.

If he can speak human language, he is not the northern monster in the story.

The second sentence that followed made the Nilfgaardian soldiers who were slightly relieved burst into laughter.

There was astonishment in this laughter.

If it was a normal situation, Lan En wouldn't care too much.After all, there seems to be nothing wrong with laughing amidst the ups and downs of moods from nervousness to relaxation.

But this smile is different. The feeling it brings to Lan En is——

'Someone wants to ask us this? 'Also' I was actually nervous because of someone asking such a boring question? '

There is no need to answer anymore.

The playful laughter was the answer.

A Nilfgaardian was aiming his crossbow at Lan En. The joking smile on his face had not even faded. His fingers had begun to tighten, and the mechanical leaf spring was about to activate, shooting the crossbow bolt on the string.

But in the next moment.
"call!"

Violent wind pressure was generated out of thin air, suppressing the strong and bright bonfire almost into a thin layer!
Ordinary people's vision and reaction speed can't even see Lan En's shadow in this situation!
They were still staring blankly at the spot where Lan En was standing, where a wide cloak was flying in the sky.

But what caused this huge wind pressure was a huge human body!

"Oh!"

The huge palm completely enveloped the Nilfgaardian's head!
And just this one movement made a noise like hitting a helmet with a hammer!
Under the gaze of all of them, Lan En rushed directly into their formation in the blink of an eye!
The pair of cat's eyes shining in the darkness turned, observing the entire situation.

The crossbowman who was hit hard on the head subconsciously activated the machine on his hand.

With a "swish" sound, the crossbow arrow with a triangular pyramid head passed past Lan En and went straight into the gap in the neck guard of another Nilfgaardian's armor!

Then Lan En didn't even look back. He raised the Nilfgaardian in his hand to his side as if he had already planned it.

The next moment, the sound of "swish, swish" arrows streaking through the air came.

These arrows fired from bows or crossbows burst out sparks on the Nilfgaardians' armor, and a few of them with tricky angles had penetrated the weak points of the armor and pierced into the body.

The human shield in Lan En's hand stopped moving.

The Nilfgaardian army was indeed formidable.

Whether it is their ability to respond quickly or the quality of their ordnance, they are much better than the northern army.

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