Chapter 1186 1168. Forward
“There is no doubt that the Scoia''tael are the reason why that idiot Siward has also begun to tend to cause trouble in the Mahakam Mountains, and the scope is constantly expanding."
??The man who spoke rudely to the apparently highest-ranking person in the camp was certainly not a stickler for rules.
??Accompanied by the rippling sound of water and the dense heat in the large tub, Triss stretched one of her graceful and plump legs out of the tub.
The combination of sound and scenery makes people involuntarily think about it.
But it is a pity that the person these beautiful legs want to seduce is just standing at the door of the tent and looking out.
Just ten minutes ago, the roaring bear head pendant hanging around Lan En''s neck seemed to have suddenly gone crazy, pulling his neck in one direction.
Of course, with the witcher''s current body, even if the necklace is broken by brute force, there is a high probability that it will not turn the skin of his neck red.
But after all, this was the lost and out-of-print Bear School necklace inherited from Bordon, and Lan En still cherished it.
Then he was dragged by force to a luxurious tent in the camp second only to Duke Seeward.
Not all of the women''s warlocks have a luxurious life. The wildlands of the swamp or the lonely mountains often have witch figures.
But there is no doubt that the life of a famous and status sorceress will be jaw-dropping.
And Triss Merigold, [the fourteenth person on the hill], advisor to the Temerian royal family.
?Her magic may seem very immature to Margarita or Tisaya, and her magic power is not strong enough. But in terms of fame and status, she is definitely not low.
?This tent is almost like a house.
The warm candlelight filled the space surrounded by thick felt cloth.
There are messy desks, a soft bed, bookshelves full of books and scrolls, a large bathtub, and even a shelf dedicated to ivory decorations.
And when Lan En was pulled in by the necklace, Triss''s big bathtub was facing him. The sorceress herself, with her body covered in water, was spread out without any defense and rested on the four edges of the bathtub. point. There was an ambiguous and warm smile on his face.
??The witcher took off his hood and cloak, put it aside, walked to the desk calmly, and poured himself a glass of brandy.
"You said Siward is a fool." Lan En lowered his head and took a sip from his wine glass, "But no matter how stupid you are, you still can''t ignore those obviously abnormal phenomena, right?"
“Is it possible for the Scoia’tael to kill or drive away all living creatures in a mountainous area?”
??The sorceress waved, and the glass of brandy in Lan En''s hand slowly flew away and landed in Triss''s hand.
??Triss''s smile was as strange as ever. She laughed wildly, as if she had won some kind of game, and her voice was both charming and youthful.
“How come there is an allusion that if you lie too many times, someone will always believe it?”
"Shiward didn''t have the guts to go see the scene, and who are the people around him? The Knights of the White Rose, a rare knighthood in Temeria that believes in the eternal fire."
“The Scoia’tael have said this so much that they can even deceive themselves, let alone Siward?”
??Triss took a sip at the place where Lan En''s lips had touched just now, and her body trembled with pleasure.
??Lann''s Chaos Magic is a bit too sensitive for her.
“In other words, the guy they brought this time is mostly responsible for dealing with elves, not monsters? Humph, beautiful.”
?Lan smiled with a sarcastic tone.
“Triss, you’ve been here for a few days, have you discovered anything?”
?Seeing that the witcher was not in a hurry, Triss became a little more serious.
?She was rippling in the water carelessly and talking.
“There is something unusual about the extinct area in the Mahakam Mountains.”
“What’s unusual?”
"I sensed that place with my magic power from a distance," Triss stretched out her arm from the water and waved it carelessly, "The magic power in that area is cruel. Cruel and twisted."
“You mean,” Lan thought, his fingers on his chin, “that there might be a curse happening there?”
"But that doesn''t make any sense. There are many large and small magic gathering points in the Mahakam Mountains. All the creatures in the mountainous area are dead, and it is normal for curses to appear."
“We don’t know whether the curse appeared first, causing all the creatures in the mountain to die. Or whether the death of a large number of creatures caused the curse.”
?Lan shook his head. If Triss was allowed to investigate deeper into the area, with the sorceress''s magic level, he should be able to get more information.
But before she came over, Triss should not dare to go too deep into the Mahakam Mountains.
Not to mention how dangerous the area where all creatures are dead is, the poisonous insects, monsters, and dangerous terrain in the mountains alone are enough to kill a sorceress without assistance.
But now that he has arrived, the next steps will be much easier.
? Judging from the information he knows so far, the area of ????the abnormal area is still expanding and approaching the Pontal Valley area.
It’s really not that far away. It needs to be resolved as soon as possible.
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Early the next morning, Lan came out of Triss''s big tent.
A busy and noisy scene before my eyes.
??Everyone is unpacking things and loading them into horse-drawn carriages or donkey carts.
The ground was trampled into crackling mud.
??The witcher, who had just opened the tent door, happened to see a White Rose Knight looking at Triss''s big tent with dangerous and disgusting eyes.
The knight with the scar on his face was the herald of Heward last night. It is different from the fear and fear in the eyes of ordinary strong men when they see a sorceress, but also with physical desire.
??He stood beside Siward''s tent, looking at this place with only pure hatred and hatred.
?That is not hatred against Triss, but hatred against the warlock community.
Seeing Lan En come out of the tent, there was even more disgust in his eyes.
??But he didn''t do anything to Lan En directly. He just waved and called a person in charge.
?His eyes looked straight at Lan En without hesitation, he tilted his head and gave a few instructions to the person in charge, then turned and left.
“So I guess that’s why I’m in the same car with you.”
Lan En was sitting on the driver''s seat of a carriage containing weapons and food, and spoke to Zoltan who was holding the reins next to him.
“Then you are really unlucky.” Zoltan sat next to Lann like a child, but still laughed at him bluntly.
Dwarves are always outspoken.
“But I also admire you for having the guts to sleep with a sorceress! Those women are more poisonous than yellow-tailed scorpions!”
The dwarf with a short cockscomb stretched out his hand and scratched his chest under his collar.
"For someone like you, we dwarf women will definitely not be able to get along with you, so I''m relieved."
Lan curled his lips under his hood.
??Dwarf women also have beards, and their stature is not much different from that of male dwarves. But male dwarves always feel that men of other races have been coveting their women.
It can be regarded as a group mental illness.
At this time, carriages were driving on the rocky road, and the mountain wall was on their right.
Most of the drivers leaned forward nervously, trying to get a better view, keeping the wheels on the narrow road and maintaining a considerable distance from the cliff on the other side.
??Under the cliffs of the canyon is the Pontal River, with white foam billowing among the rocks.
At this time, they were the reconnaissance team at the front of the convoy, and their members were basically dwarves led by Yarpan Ziglin.
??There are also the Clynnfield raiders who shared alcohol by the fire last night, and Saskia.
Duke Seeward was surrounded by the White Rose Knights. Triss, who was in a happy mood, rode beside him, turning a blind eye to the disgusted looks of the White Rose Knights around her.
Behind them was the baggage train, which was making a deafening noise.
Sheward is an old man who is slightly bald but still has shoulder-length hair. He wears a crown on his head and has an arrogant expression with obvious boredom.
“So it seems that we are also implicated? Just because we drank together by the campfire last night?”
??Buchter, who was riding a horse, said with an ugly expression.
“Shit! We obviously didn’t enjoy the sorceress’s big soft bed, but we have to bear the risk?”
As he spoke, he looked left and right with a vigilant expression, observing every bush and forest he passed.
?Lan felt that he was not wary of monsters.
Amidst the sound of wheels rolling over rocks, a sound of horse hooves approached from behind the team.
??The knight in the red cloak with the emblem of the white rose on his left shoulder did not wear a helmet, and the scar on his face was faintly visible under his disheveled hair.
“Knights of Thales!” shouted Yalpen, who was riding another carriage. “What wind has brought you here, this humble forward reconnaissance party? Duke Heward’s order?”
??The dwarves'' violent temper makes them always seem to be fighting directly when they are angry, but there is no hidden irony.
But now, the Knight of the White Rose is even more angry.
“Shut up, you dwarf.”
Thales'' whip struck the side of the driver''s seat of Alpan''s carriage, and the whip and wood made a crackling sound.
??The dwarves stood up almost instantly and moved their hands towards their respective things.
??On the contrary, it was Yarpan who was almost slapped. He immediately stood up and waved his hands towards the dwarves to suppress their temper. Although his own bearded face was also gloomy.
Thales sneered, the scars on his face resembled a twisting centipede. He looked at the group of dwarves with no fear in his eyes, only mockery.
“You should be called Prince Siward! Idiots!”
“The prince is paying you to have the honor of marching with him, and you’d better not live up to it.”
“Be a good forward scout.”
After Thales finished speaking, he turned around, sneered, mounted his horse and walked back to Siward.
? It seemed that he came over without any end and made an incomprehensible statement, as if he came just to promote his superiority and authority.
but
"I think he wants to use the entire forward team as a target."
Buchter''s face was sullen, his eyes continued to move around alertly, and he put a studded gorget on his neck.
(End of this chapter)