Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2 2. The unexpected child

The intersection between Lane and Bordon was an accident.

In other words, it was an accident that he came to this magical medieval environment.

A college student with healthy parents and healthy mental and physical growth.

After inexplicably traveling through the endless void, I came to a savage and dark world. This kind of thing makes no sense.

There is magic here, but it is not prosperous, at least not to the level that it affects the course of society.

Therefore, in a backward social background, human life is like a piece of grass.

In the woods of Willen, as long as humans dare to walk a few dozen meters, the shadow of death will already wrap around their bodies.

Starving to death, dying of disease, being killed by wild beasts or monsters, or simply being bitten by an unknown insect and poisoned to death. Most of the Waylon people have become numb to the death around them.

Modern college students only hear about life in ancient times from a few pages in history books.

He knew that apart from magic and monsters, the life of the Velen people was the life of ancient civilians.

But Zhigui knew that it was still difficult for him to accept when this cruel and heavy life that had long since left him was vividly placed in front of him.

Death is all too common.

As a great writer once said, this is an era in which "people want to be dogs, but they can't."

What is neither good nor bad luck is that Lan En cannot be regarded as a civilian.

——He became Bordon's "accidental son".

He was "made" into the same kind, that is, a demon hunter.

The "Law of Accident" is an unwritten law that is generally recognized and followed in this world.

Its origins are as old as human history.

Its content is: A person who saves others can, in accordance with the law of accident, ask for a reward from the saved person, and ask for the first thing the saved person sees when he returns home, or something that the saved person does not have. Something that is known but already owned - usually a child acquired when the rescued left home, such a child is called an "accidental child".

Even in the magical Middle Ages, supernatural power was still a scarce resource.

Having the opportunity to master supernatural powers should be a blessing for a modern college student who is frightened by the cruel living environment.

but

"What is our goal this time?"

Lan En's handsome yellow face looked around, carefully steering the old horse to avoid a tree trunk, and walked in front of Bordon.

This big man with hair as thick as a brown bear would not trust him to stay out of sight for a long time.

There was a slit in the middle of the thick beard, which was Bordon's lips.

"Maybe it's two or three small fog monsters gathered together, or a fog monster that's old enough. The range and magic power of the fog are within this category."

"Can't even determine the quantity? This preparation is too much."

Lan En's body did not show any emotional fluctuations, but Bordon's invisible face already frowned slightly.

Demon hunters are stronger than ordinary people, but in terms of basic quality alone, it is basically impossible to beat the combined strength of five ordinary people.

Demon hunters dare to hunt monsters because of their skills, knowledge, and most importantly - experience.

Accurately detect the type and quantity of prey from clues, use your own knowledge reserves to learn the prey's abilities and weaknesses, and then fight an "asymmetric battle" with complete preparations.

This is how witchers work.

If Bordon's pre-war preparations were at this level, he would have no chance of growing such a beard.

When he was still a young boy, he should have died in some wasteland!

Lan En actually already had the answer to this in his heart.

Ice-like eyes crawled up Lan En's back, and a tone as cold as the eyes came.

"You take the lead and use Quen well."

Not a discussion, but an order.

Demon hunters of the Bear School generally have no emotions, and therefore lose even the most basic verbal concealment when sending people to death.

Lan En nodded calmly.

If he hadn't been used as cannon fodder to save hunting costs, he would have been lucky to have this pair of cat eyes.

And it was right next to the field ridge that the two of them passed by just now.

The farmer who survived the catastrophe humbly bowed his waist and pointed at the pool of blood in his field to the four soldiers wearing Temerian armor.

That was left behind by his loyal family dog.

The farmer was chattering, and the soldier was a little annoyed. The iron glove was raised in the air, as if it was about to hit the farmer's face in the next second.

After a few scoldings, the farmer pointed out a direction.

The four soldiers looked in that direction, tilted their heads and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, cursed and got on their horses.

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Because of some things, Bordon is now wanted by the lord of Velen.

But the level of law enforcement equivalent to that of the Middle Ages can be imagined. Therefore, although the demon hunter intends to hide his traces, he does not intend to stop the demon hunting mission that involves food and expenses.

And he's not even going to pay a bit of the "cost" of hunting!

Lan En and Bordong were already standing in front of a valley depression formed by the staggered hillsides.

In the depression of the valley is a vague pile of rocks.

The reason why it is vague is because there is a layer of yellow-yellow-green mist that suddenly covers a large area of ​​land.

The wind cannot blow, and the water vapor cannot sink.

Lan En glanced at the roaring bear head necklace around Bordon's neck. The delicate bear head was trembling slightly.

It sensed the magic in the mist.

Judging from the degree of tremors, the magic power is not very strong.

His stomach growled because of hunger, but Lan En still moved his body seriously.

The loyal dog had finished eating, and Bordon left him a dog's head.

There's not much meat, but Lan En has gotten used to it.

The man didn't starve Lan En intentionally out of spite. In fact, he couldn't derive pleasure from evil deeds at all.

But for a person who doesn’t secrete emotional hormones, you can’t expect him to care much about his “tools”.

Bordon didn't want Lan En to starve, but he didn't care whether Lan En was full or not.

Witchers are very tolerant and therefore very tolerant of starvation.

While Lan En was moving his body, he didn't see Bordon take out the potion from the potion bag, nor did he see him pull out the two swords on his back and apply sword oil.

Generally speaking, both of these things can significantly increase the witcher's advantage over monsters.

Aside from being expensive and toxic, there are few downsides.

As the main player, Bordon is obviously not willing to spend the money this time.

Then Lan En, as a striker and scout, must bear the risk for Bordon's saving.

This is exactly how Bordon used him.

"Now, move forward."

After tying up the horse, the bearded man pulled out one of the two swords behind him amidst the low sound of metal friction.

A half-sword shining with cold silver light.

And the way he looked at Lan En's back was as warm as the sword light.

It was a kind of coldness without any fluctuation.

In front of the young man were an unknown number and strength of mist monsters.

It or they can create fog, become invisible, and the smarter ones can shape the fog to create phantoms.

This gray-skinned humanoid scavenger monster has sharp and sharp claws, and its skinny arms can remove the heads of dogs or sheep when waved. The cotton armor will be torn into pieces in front of them like paper.

An ordinary farmer's stomach would be cut open within five seconds if he was full of vigilance, and his intestines would flow all over the place.

Not to mention the ability of this monster, which is the type that is good at sneak attacks.

Behind the young man, a demon hunter who had hunted countless monsters and could move freely wearing an armor weighing at least thirty kilograms, pulled out the silver sword behind him.

Silver can restrain monsters and has a soft nature. But it was a sword with an iron core covered with silver, so it wouldn't be a problem to cut people.

Lan En seemed to have no feeling at all, and his delicate face seemed to have lost all emotion and remained motionless.

He just tightened the cotton armor tightly on his hands again, and stared blankly into the void.

On his retinas there was a clear and concise view.

"Name: Lan En

Race: Demon hunter (magic transformer)

Skill: Bear School Swordsmanship (Practice plan has been formulated. Instructing - interrupted. Reason: Insufficient computing power)

Potion knowledge (recording. Preparation guidance - interrupted. Reason: insufficient computing power)

Kunen Dharma Seal (Practice plan [Elementary] has been formulated. Instructing - interrupted. Reason: insufficient computing power)

"

The knowledge related to the life of a witcher was listed one by one.

Swordsmanship, potions, and seals. But in the end, there are always four big words in black and bold, "Insufficient computing power."

On the series of "insufficient computing power", a series of arrows are clearly marked, indicating the whereabouts of this precious computing power.

It was a bright red progress bar marked "Parsing" that was almost finished.

The eyes behind him became colder and colder, but Lan En remained calm and turned off the projection on his retina with his mind.

It's time to get to work.

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