Chapter 1171: 1153 recognized teaching

Chapter 1171 1153. Recognition of teaching

The campfire was burning quietly, the light of the fire was swaying, and the roar of a monster whose direction could not be discerned came from the distant woods.

Lan En did not speak. His pair of cat eyes that shone slightly in the darkness just quietly looked at the knights resting around the campfire or on guard duty.

After a long silence

"You guys impressed me."

The corners of Lan En's mouth curved into a beautiful curve in the shadow.

"We are just following the footsteps of Director Haxor and your ideas."

Lincoln knelt down on one knee towards Lan En and said in a deep voice.

All the knights also looked at Lan En seriously and felt proud.

"Ha." Lan En chuckled, with a hint of joy in his laughter.

"The night is still very long now." The topic suddenly changed, and the demon hunter seemed to start a new topic, looking at the moonlight revealed through the gaps in the leaves above his head.

Lincoln raised his head from his half-kneeling position and looked at him in confusion. The other knights also looked confused.

Suddenly, without looking back, Lan En called to Ellu, the cat next to him who was making up his little bed with his little paws.

"Flannel ball."

"Meow?"

The three-flowered cat twitched its ears and raised its head in confusion.

"Before going to bed, practice with them." Lan En said with a chuckle, "Use the sword skills I taught you."

Lincoln and the other Ember Knights all understood in an instant, their eyes eager and surprised.

On the contrary, the flannel ball itself is relatively slow.

But for the flannel ball, it immediately became energetic when it heard that it could practice with the soldiers.

"Woohoo! Okay! Which of you comes first?"

Elcat jumped up and took out his sheathed Thundercat Sword from the package that had been placed. He placed his hands on his hips and stood next to the bonfire arrogantly.

If a human were to do this kind of thing, it would just make people feel frivolous and arrogant, but Elu Cat is just right.

Lincoln was already eager to give it a try, but he still looked at Lan En on the other side of the bonfire with questioning eyes.

"You can fight whatever you want, the velvet ball is very powerful, don't underestimate it. But..."

The witcher chuckled at first, but then his tone became serious.

And his gaze was not limited to Lincoln, but scanned every Ember Knight.

"You have to study hard."

"Since you all have this realization that surprises me, then maybe the tasks I assign to you in the future will be more difficult and complicated than you imagined."

There was no hesitation or confusion in the eyes of Lincoln and every Ember Knight, just eagerness.

With a "stab", Lincoln stood up from his half-kneeling position, took out the elf-style sword from his waist, and walked towards the eager kitten by the campfire.

"We are just embers in the fire, you can't burn anything more than our job!"

Lan En didn't say much, he just turned around and gave instructions to Flannel Ball.

"Hit slower and breathe more obviously."

So a moment later, the sound of swords clashing began to sound. In the unique and skillful swordsmanship, the crisp sound of 'dang-dang-dang' can be heard endlessly.

It's just that the hotel owner seems to feel that there is no need to re-decorate or improve service quality because of this.

It's a seller's market.

Lane is here doing a little restock of a couple of his space expansion packs.

Mainly bread, cheese, butter, five grilled chickens and six grilled fish.

After all, he was in charge of the team's baggage at the moment, so he ate this little food very quickly.

When we arrived in the north of Willen, we got rid of the humid environment and the stench of the swamp, and the density of monsters was also significantly reduced.

Due to the generally low terrain of Willen in the south, there are puddles and ponds everywhere.

On a day when it hasn't rained, the ground is filled with moist and caked dirt when you step on it with your boots.

The northernmost part of Velen is the Pontar River, and on the other side of the river is Redania.

So at this time, Lan En and the others only need to turn around and head all the way east, and they can go upstream along the Pontar River, from the northern border of Temeria all the way to Elland.

After walking for another two days, Lann passed through Vizima.

He did not go to the city because he knew he would only get into trouble if he did.

Although Foltest had sincerely invited him before, he felt that this method of keeping a distance from the political center of Temeria was quite effective, so he never went in once.

But when he was passing through the Dark Water outside the city, he went into the tavern in the village to replenish supplies.

There are still some old acquaintances in the village. The village chief's two daughters have grown up a bit now, and many young people are surrounding them.

The half-murloc's underwater kingdom seemed to have regained some vitality, although it was broad daylight and Lan En did not see the half-murloc coming ashore wearing a breathing mask.

But in front of the Lady of the Lake statue outside the village, Lan En saw some sacrifices that were obviously not in line with human customs.

Lan En was waiting in front of the statue of the Lady in the Lake and did not enter the village. Lincoln led the team in to buy supplies.

But Taller, the intelligence chief under Foltest, received the news and ran all the way from the village to find Lan En.

"I've been waiting here for you." The intelligence chief was sweating profusely, and he couldn't even hold the monocle in his eyes. He looked up at Lan En and complained. "Who knew you didn't come at all?"

"For...things over there?"

Lan En ignored Taller's complaints and just pointed to the northeast. That is the direction of the Pontal Valley.

"What the **** is going on?" Taller immediately responded with a foul mouth.

"Hey, if you were to come over, I would have told you right then. There would be no need for the courier to go to Gos Velen to find you."

"What do you mean?" Lan En frowned slightly, and he heard something was wrong, "Let him make one more trip. Is this troublesome?"

Having said this, Taller sighed in annoyance and scratched his bare head again.

"Hey, of course it's not troublesome to **** him, he's just a messenger. It's just such a pity, he's quite young."

"What kind of statement is this?"

"He's dead." Taller said simply, shaking his head. "Died on the way back."

"died?"

Lan En asked in surprise.

"Yes, he was hit by an arrow in his vest. He ran out of breath and lay unconscious on the horse's back. When the horse was discovered, it looked like it had been bathed in blood."

In addition to pity, there is also a kind of plainness in Taller's words.

He felt sorry for the young messenger, but it happened in this world, and it was really ordinary.

It's like talking about something as common as being scammed while buying groceries in the morning.

(End of chapter)