Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1195 1177. Spreading fog

Yalpan can actually understand Buchter's current anxiety.

The leader of the Clinefield predators, although he was hit by an arrow in his right arm, when the special arrow was pulled out, the muscle that was cut along with it had to weigh two ounces.

Even if he was as strong as a bull, his big arm muscles would be so traumatized that he would not be able to exert force within ten days and a half.

It was his luck that he didn't get any major blood vessels.

But just because he was injured doesn't mean he can take care of him with peace of mind. He has to think about the future.

They rely on their reputation to get jobs and make a living. Losing their reputation means losing everything.

No matter what the secret behind this operation is, they can't escape from the fact that they retreated in the blink of an eye.

It was a big blow to the reputation of the Clynnfield Raiders.

When they take jobs in the future, the employer can cut their compensation by about one-fifth.

Yarpan also did this kind of work with a group of dwarves, so he knew Buchter's current mood and unwillingness.

But it was useless to say all this. When the young clerk at the front of the team hung the gun flag on the gun barrel, no second voice was allowed in the team.

Even though Buchter is full of complaints now, Yarpan believes that if he is allowed to really behave in front of the clerk, his mouth can be stricter than anyone else's.

Laymen may not quite understand the level of these ten knights, but those guys who make money on the knife edge know it all too well.

So Buchter just complained and complained.

Along the way, the convoy of light vehicles kept speeding, and several times they almost had traffic accidents due to being too fast and ran off the mountain road.

Their team entered the river valley early in the morning, and after walking all morning, they were attacked by the Scoia'tael.

Then we spent more than two hours repairing, organizing items, repairing vehicles, and treating the injured. It was already afternoon.

Afterwards, they marched quickly under the command of the Ember Knight, and finally ran out of the Pontal Valley at the ambiguous junction of dusk and night.

"Hu~hu~"

Yalpan let out a sigh of relief. During the rapid march, even driving was very tiring.

Others on horseback, such as the uninjured Clynnfield Marauders, were covered in sweat as if they were oiled.

Most of the people in the team are like this.

Saskia, on the other hand, although she was also riding a horse, there were no signs of fatigue on her body at all, which made the dwarf praise this woman's great body.

Now they have arrived at the place where they camped last night. There are still scorch marks on the ground from the campfire, and there are still marks on the ground from the stakes driven when setting up the tent.

It was only one day, but everyone felt like they were going to live for the rest of their lives.

After all, this place is outside the river valley, so the people in the convoy simply started to set up camp where they were left yesterday. Some made fires and some fetched water, and they were all ready to stop and rest.

Yalpen saw the young clerk at the head of the team, holding a long spear with the golden lion flag of Sintra flying on the blue background. After talking to Duke Siward for a few words, he had no intention of taking off his armor and taking a rest. .

Instead, they summoned ten Ember Knights and started a small-scale discussion for a while. Then they quickly packed up their things again, ate and drank to replenish their physical strength, and also replenished their war horses' physical strength.

The group of ten of them was not large, and if they did not issue orders, they would become inconspicuous in the convoy. Except for people like Yarpan who paid attention at all times, no one else was obviously aware of their actions.

Fires were lit one after another, and most of the people who had been walking for a day were exhausted. They have no time to rest or eat since morning.

Now that it finally stopped, everyone was so tired and hungry that their eyes were straight.

Yarpan led the dwarves and the other Clinefield raiders to also raise a bonfire, preparing to roast some meat and boil some water.

The men of the Forward Reconnaissance Team were all around this fire.

After the Scoia'tael attack at noon, although they also fought against the Scoia'tael, the rejection of non-human races in the team became even stronger.

So in addition to the same people as last night, there were also some elves and half-elves gathered around the bonfire.

When Yarpan brought the firewood, he saw a male elf sitting not far from Sakia beside the bonfire. The two people were also looking at the bonfire and having a calm, non-glaring conversation.

The male elf was carrying a bow and arrow. The most distinctive feature was that his right eye was covered by a red headband. He was probably blind.

Yalpan remembered that this was someone he had been with in the forward reconnaissance team before. They had chatted a little bit, but they didn't know much about them.

"You saved my life, but we still don't know each other's name."

The one-eyed elf said, throwing a piece of wood into the fire.

"I'll go first. My name is, um, Io."

"Sakia."

The female warrior responded calmly.

The direction she was sitting was facing the Pontal Valley. At this time, she stared at the bonfire in a daze, and sometimes she raised her head slightly and looked at the valley that was gradually sinking into the deep night.

"I have a question, Saskia."

The elf's remaining left eye glanced at the other party covertly.

"Why did you save me first?"

"What?"

Sakia frowned and asked in confusion. "At that time, my hands were holding on to the cliff and I was about to fall. There was another human being who was pinned down by an overturned car and was about to be trampled to death by a crazy horse. Why did you save me first?"

At this time, the male elf no longer concealed his gaze, turned his head with a serious face, and looked directly at the other person with one eye.

Like waiting for the answer to an important question.

Sakia's answer was as casual as a matter of course.

"You are close to me and easy to save."

The words she spoke were so relaxed and matter-of-fact, as if she was saying something like, 'Of course you have to pay for your meal.'

"After rescuing you, didn't the two of us quickly push the overturned car away and then save the human?"

The male elf's one eye blinked, and the eyebrows above it frowned fiercely.

"Is that why?"

Even in the dim flickering of firelight and shadow, the disbelief was evident on his face.

"How easy is it to rescue because of the distance?"

"Otherwise?" Sakia looked at him strangely, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, you think: I think you are a non-human race, and I am the kind of human being who has a compensatory attitude towards non-human races. That’s why I saved you first?”

"No, man. I think life is life, and humans and humans are the same to me."

Sakia shook his head: "Even if it was Yalpan who was pressed in the distance at that time, I would save people in this order."

With a "bang" sound, the dwarf threw the firewood he was holding next to the bonfire, and bowed to the female warrior in a funny way: "Thank you for treating everyone equally, madam. This is really important to me."

"You're welcome, Yarpen Ziegelin."

The joking conversation between the two people did not affect the one-eyed male elf. He frowned fiercely and looked at the female warrior after Saskia answered his doubts.

"Look." Suddenly, Yalpen's joking tone turned serious. "It looks like they are leaving."

He subconsciously patted the sawdust on his beard and raised his chin towards a short distance.

Saskia and the one-eyed elf both looked in that direction.

I saw that ten Ember Knights had changed their horses after a brief rest and mounted their horses again.

After lining up in a fast marching formation, they ran towards the river valley.

"Are they crazy?" Nischuka among the plunderers exclaimed in a low voice while holding a pot of freshly brought water, "It's going to be night soon, and they want to march quickly on that **** mountain road in this light? !”

"Do you want to die? Can the light of the torch illuminate two meters away?"

But at this time, Sakia, who had been looking in the direction of the river valley just now, also stood up from the campfire.

She pointed towards the river valley, with a tone of surprise and confusion: "Over there. What is that?"

Dwarves, Crimfield raiders, and more and more people in the camp.

At this time, they slowly put down the firewood and buckets in their hands and looked towards the direction of the river valley.

A white mist is slowly spreading down from the Mahakam Mountains.

The mist reflected the moonlight in the sky, giving off a disturbing and misty light.

The scope and height of the fog were so great that even those of them who were already outside the valley could see it spread out and spread outward.

Most of the sounds in the night sky seemed to disappear as the fog dispersed.

The sound of rushing water in the river valley and the cries of various creatures were usually ignored by people, but until now.

After these sounds suddenly disappeared, people suddenly realized that the world was unexpectedly quiet!

"What's going on?" Zoltan frowned, "The sudden silence made me a little flustered."

And when the world suddenly became quiet for a long time, the sound of horse hooves became even more prominent.

Ten horses carried ten Ember Knights, led by Lincoln without any hesitation or delay.

Taking advantage of the increased moonlight reflection from the huge mist, they rushed straight into the river valley in front of everyone's eyes.

"I have something to do, so I'll leave for a moment."

After a moment of silence, Sakia walked away from the bonfire after saying hello and walked towards the darkness beyond the firelight.

Yalpen's lips under his beard murmured, but in the end he just frowned and said nothing more.

The fog in the river valley was getting thicker and thicker, and Yalpangang and Zoltan worked together to boil the water and put the dry food on the fire to roast.

When he turned around, he discovered that the one-eyed male elf was nowhere to be found.

"Where are the people? Why are there so few people? Are you going to eat or not?"

Zoltan shouted while scratching his short-haired comb.

"Okay, stop screaming." Buchter, who was lying half-lying with his arms covered, looked at the river valley in the distance and said nonchalantly.

"Both of them are not simple. Why do you care about them? Let's take care of ourselves."

(End of chapter)