Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1090 1072.Leave

 Lan En did not speak, nor did he make any excited movements.

He just had a fireball floating above his left hand, and then approached the orcs who were squeezing toward the square's defense line.

 But as his footsteps got closer, so did the heat of the fireball.

The orc standing at the back suddenly raised his voice and spoke a black language in his rough and rough voice.

He turned around, his back facing the square defense line that he had just wanted to rush in to. Nervously, he looked at Lan En first, then turned his head and looked back, moving back and forth quickly.

It seems that if you turn your head a little slower, you will be dead by the time you turn your head.

His black language was spoken loudly, but he didn't know what he said. It was just that many orcs who were crowding behind to come forward quickly turned around and looked at Lan En who was approaching.

They seemed to be afraid to take the lead in approaching Lan En, but they were unable to break forward.

 Just many pairs of orc eyes, already looking towards the river next to them.

These orcs struggled with the square's defense line for more than ten minutes, with dead bodies and blood all over the place, but the crazy influx never slowed down.

 But after Lan En arrived, they began to shrink back.

Even though the battle has only been going on for ten minutes, the news that there is a ghost in this town has already been known to all the orcs who came in.

 But Lan En did not hesitate for even a second because of the enemy's flinch.

 After walking a certain distance, he held his left hand and extinguished the fireball suspended in his hand.

 【Spell·Fireball】not only has lethality, but also has an explosive effect. It would be too stupid to use it on the entangled battle lines.

 He has more reasonable tactical choices.

 The orcs just breathed a sigh of relief because the fireball disappeared, but then "Hula~"

The sound of flames gushing out came from the hands that were closed and then opened forward.

 【Spell·Jet flame】.

However, unlike the records in the "Great Swamp Spell Book", the original [Spraying Flame] is like the advanced knowledge of the Wolf School Witcher's [Igni Sign], and can produce a continuous flow of flames like a flame spray gun.

 But now, the lines of orcs and humans are intertwined and squeezed together, and the probability of accidental injury from the continuous [flame jets] is too high.

 So Lan just snapped his fingers forward.

 A "pop" sound.

 A brief, condensed, but controlled flame stream swept forward.

  It is just like the original [Igni Seal].

As Lan En was learning [spell], he began to speculate about the fire of the curse, "whether this flame is closely related to life."

 Mentos invested his computing power in this direction, and now, he can simply and limitedly make some 'minor' modifications to the spells he has learned.

This phenomenon undoubtedly proves the correctness of the direction he guessed.

 The power of spell fire is much greater than that of normal flames.

The orcs who had been burned suddenly burst into shrill screams, and then they couldn't care less and jumped into the water channel next to them, regardless of the effect of jumping in with the armor on their bodies.

 The pain and fear caused by fire are instinctive.

The orcs lost their push, and they were about to hold the front line where the shield guards had squeezed in, but now they were suddenly pushed back.

As Lan En walked closer, his long knife left a cold arc of light in mid-air. The orcs crowded in front of the front line were like onions being peeled layer by layer, getting thinner and thinner. few.

 Finally, after all the orcs in front of the line were dead, the shield-bearing guards swallowed their saliva in a daze and looked up at the tall figure in front of them.

 “Please give way.” Lan En said softly.

The guards quickly backed away as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Lan En waved back, and at the corner where he had just blasted with [Spell: Fireball], several townspeople were running towards this direction, holding children or holding their own chickens and ducks.

　　It wasn’t until the last person entered the square’s defense line that Lan En also walked in.

"You rescued all these people?" Bard stepped forward and suddenly realized, "And the ones before? How is the situation outside?"

Who can save people in such a chaotic and dangerous town now? There are not many people who have this ability.

“I cut off the bridge connecting Changhu Town to the shore, but don’t expect to stop the orcs. They won’t give up in order to kill the dwarves.”

Lane's previous words made Bard sigh with relief, but then made him frown again.

After the witcher briefly explained the situation to Bard, he turned to look at Thorin who was standing aside.

 “Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Just as I was about to leave, you came.” Thorin put the beast-biting sword back into its scabbard, like the Lake Lady’s Sword, which kills people without staining any blood. "Now I'm trying to figure out how to get Bud to let us leave."

“Heh, it seems that Mr. Bud has soared into the sky now.”

Lan smiled without malice, making Bard shake his head bitterly, and then the witcher's face became serious again.

"The dwarves have to leave quickly, otherwise the casualties will be greater! Do you know how many people in the town have not come to the square because of the bell before?" "The orcs can survive for a second if they leave early."

Bard pursed his lips and nodded. If he hadn't been because of the movement of the fireball in Lan En's hand, he would have relented by now.

Immediately, before the next wave of the orcs’ attack arrived, Bard greeted them loudly.

“Get a boat! The orcs are following the dwarves! The dwarves are willing to leave the town and lure them away!”

As soon as he heard this, two or three men among the townspeople quickly dropped their weapons and took long poles to hook up boats from the waterways around the square.

“Don’t worry.” Thorin was excited as he saw that he was about to embark on the journey to the Lonely Mountain.

　　He patted Bard's arm: "We will leave in front of the orcs, so that they will immediately be sure that we have nothing to do with this town."

"It's best this way." Bard was still in a bad mood. Although he didn't lose his temper due to his personality, he didn't say anything nice to Thorin.

 Just throw out a sentence coldly.

The flannel ball jumped up from the ground to Lan En's shoulder, and was picked up there again.

Lan En scratched the flannel ball's chin, and Ellu narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

When he first came over, he saw Fili and Bofur slashing the orcs with swords, and knew that the flannel ball had brought all the Bard family members over.

Lan En is very confident about El Cat. Not to mention that this skill is equivalent to being taught by him personally, and the alchemy bombs he allocates to the flannel ball are quite a lot.

It’s a pity that I didn’t get a space expansion pack for it last time when I was in Aretuosa, otherwise the load would have been even greater.

Taking advantage of this moment, the townspeople who had long been accustomed to living in Changhu Town easily hooked up two boats.

They are small boats used by the townspeople for daily travel. They are not big, but they are flexible enough for all the dwarves to sit in them.

Thorin stood at the edge of the square, organizing the dwarves to throw supplies and equipment into the boat.

With the architectural style of Changhu Town, this square actually also has a small ferry for parking boats.

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Thorin could understand this, but in the flickering firelight, his eyes became darker due to fatigue and lack of rest.

The dwarves hurriedly got on the boat and unskilledly manipulated the oars and long poles.

This is not only because they are in a hurry to get to Lonely Mountain, but also because they do not want the people in Changhu Town to be attacked by more orcs.

 But when Fili and Oin were helping Kili to get on the boat, Thorin, who was standing on the ferry, held down his two nephews.

"There is only one full day left until the day of Turin. During this time we have to cross the Long Lake, and we have to walk a while overland after landing. You will hinder our march, Kili. You must stay here."

Thorin said calmly. In the distance of the waterway, there were wooden houses that collapsed due to fire, mixed with the screams of orcs and humans.

 He deliberately avoided his nephew's disbelieving gaze.

"What?" the weak Qili said with difficulty and pleading, "No, no no! I must be present when entering the ancestral hall! I have grown up listening to the stories there since I was born! You know, Thorin!"

"If it were normal, I would definitely take care of you. I can carry you all the way to the top of Gushan. But not now, Qili."

Thorin no longer avoided his nephew's gaze, but instead looked at him seriously, highlighting his determination.

“This is the only chance to restore the country in the prophecy! The whole team has been on the road for a year, just for tomorrow! Look at your legs now, they can’t even move!”

 Speaking, Thorin patted Kili's shoulder in a final comforting manner.

"When we take back Gushan, you can stay in the Ancestor Hall as long as you want. You can rest here now, do you understand?"

Lan En and Velvet Ball also appeared on the small ferry in the square: "You have to move faster, Thorin. The next wave of the orcs' offensive will not take long, especially after knowing that you are here. ”

 The dwarf prince nodded, then turned around and boarded the boat.

 But Kili’s brother, Fili. Oin and Bofur, who were responsible for taking care of the patients, also stayed.

Thorin no longer looked back, but stood at the bow of the ship and waved forward: "Forward! Let's go!"

The dwarves started rowing, and Lann followed them on the footpath next to them, guiding them in the direction of the sluice out of the town.

Lan En's estimate was correct. The orcs attacked again within a minute of their departure.

 But Bud was not as desperate as before.

He just ordered the remaining dwarves to hide themselves, and then deliberately asked the shield-bearing guards to drive the orcs to the direction of the waterway during the battle, and watched with his own eyes as the dwarves left in boats.

As expected, although the orcs have twisted sadistic desires, orders are orders.

Seeing that the highest-level target actually left here on a boat, the humans in this square were completely worthless in the eyes of the orcs.

Evil and filthy black language roared to convey the message, and finally there was another blast of horns at the edge of the town.

Bard in the square looked at the figures of the orcs stepping on the roof and turning away. He didn't see much happiness. Instead, he still looked worriedly at the lonely snow-capped mountains in the distance.