Chapter 1186: 1168 striker

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."

Of course, someone who was rude to the person with the highest status in the camp would not be 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 think involuntarily.

But it's 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 go crazy suddenly, pulling his neck in one direction.

Of course, with the demon hunter'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 is the lost and out-of-print Bear School necklace inherited from Bordon. Lan En still cherishes it.

Then he followed the force and was dragged to a luxurious tent in the camp second only to Duke Seeward.

Not all sorceresses live a luxurious life, there are often witches in the swamps or isolated mountains.

But there is no doubt that the life of a famous and prestigious 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.

Warm candlelight filled the space surrounded by thick felt cloth.

Inside there are messy desks, a soft big bed, bookshelves filled with 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 won't ignore those obviously abnormal phenomena, right?"

"Killing or driving away all living creatures in a mountainous area, is this what the Scoia'tael Party can do?"

The sorceress waved, and the glass of brandy in Lan En's hand slowly flew away and landed in Triss's hand.

Triss' 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.

"There is an allusion that says that if you tell a lie too many times, someone will always believe it?"

"Siward didn't have the guts to go see it live, 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 so much that they can even deceive themselves, let alone Siward?"

Triss took a sip at the place where Lan En's lips had just touched, and her body trembled with pleasure.

Lan En's chaotic magic is a little too sensitive for her.

"In other words, the guys they brought this time are mostly dealing with elves, not monsters? Huh, pretty."

Lan En smiled with a sarcastic tone.

"Triss, you've been here for a few days, have you discovered anything?"

Seeing that the demon hunter was not in a hurry, Triss became a little more serious.

She was rippling in the water carelessly and talking.

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.

Beneath the cliffs of the canyon lies 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 Zigrin.

There were also the Clinefield Marauders who shared alcohol by the fire last night, and Saskia.

Duke Seeward was surrounded by the White Rose Knights, and 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.

Seeward 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 around alertly, observing every bush and forest he passed.

Lan En felt that he was not wary of monsters.

And 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 looming under his disheveled hair.

"Knight of Thales!" shouted Yalpen, who was riding another carriage. "What wind brings you to this humble vanguard reconnaissance team? Duke Heward's order?"

The violent temper of dwarves makes them always seem to be fighting directly when they are angry, but there is no hidden irony.

But now, the White Rose Knight's temper is even more explosive.

"Shut up, you dwarf."

Thales whipped his riding whip against the side of the driver's seat of Alpen'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.

Instead, 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.

"Your name should be Prince Siward! Idiots!"

"The prince is paying you to have the honor of marching with him, and you'd better not live up to that."

"Be a good forward scout."

After Thales finished speaking, he turned around and sneered, mounted his horse and walked back to Siward.

It seemed that he came over and made an incomprehensible statement, as if he came here 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 chapter)