Chapter 1192: 1174 connected messages

Chapter 1192 1174. Connected information

“Are you all okay?”

Lan En walked from the front of the team and looked at the dwarves, Saskia, and a small number of elves and half-elves in the team.

"Okay, we didn't kill anyone." Yarpan came out of the embrace with Zoltan, and he looked at Lan En who was approaching with low interest.

"Thank you for running out to have fun with that sorceress. When the fire breaks out, no one in the team can suppress the fire."

"I know you have just experienced a battle and almost lost a friend, so you are in a bad mood now." Lan En heard the sarcasm in Yarpan's words and shook his head. "But I did have something important at the time, Yalpen. It was really important."

The dwarf's lips hidden under his lush beard murmured twice, and finally sighed.

"I'm sorry, man. I was really too scared just now. I was afraid of thinking about Dahlberg's mother's eyes, and I was so scared that my whole body trembled."

"It's not your fault, Yarpan."

Lan En patted his shoulder.

"Now, can you tell me what happened while I was away?"

The witcher glanced around with an unclear look, "What a coincidence."

"There's nothing to say. We had expected this to happen, didn't we?" Zoltan wiped his face, which was covered with soot, with his sleeve.

"The Scoia'tael come in for a surprise attack, and people die on both sides. Then they move away quickly."

Although Zoltan, whose combs were dyed black, has walked away from the gate of hell, he is still open-minded and cheerful.

He shrugged: "It's just that their raid this time was really clean and tidy, and none of us could react."

No one refuted Zoltan's generalization.

Everyone was leaning against the wreckage of the carriage, or simply sitting on the ground. Some were bandaging their wounds, or hurriedly filling their smoky throats with saliva or eating dry food.

Fighting is the most tiring sport.

But this also shows that what he said is generally correct.

But Lan En was keenly aware that something was wrong.

He tilted his head: "Are you saying that the Scoia'tael came and retreated suddenly? Only a few dozen corpses were left behind?"

"That's what happened." Yarpan said, still holding a piece of unburned canvas in his hand, and beckoning other dwarves to sort things together.

"But that's not right."

"What's wrong?" Zoltan walked towards Yalpan to help, and said nonchalantly as he passed by Lan En's legs, "Guerillas, don't they just pay attention to a sudden attack, fast in and fast out?"

"Sudden attack, quick advance and quick retreat. This summary of the guerrillas is correct." Lan En knelt down and stroked the sword marks on the wreckage of a carriage with his palm. "But this is not Scoia'tael strategy."

"ah?"

Zoltan looked confused.

"The Scoia'tael have a small number of people, but they have to cause damage to a huge number of humans. Every attack they make is precious. In other words, every attack is planned to achieve the maximum results."

Lan's fingers tapped the broken wheel.

"They cannot disrupt the enemy through constant harassment like conventional guerrillas. Instead, they pursue victory through one, only, well-prepared attack. Otherwise, the scarce manpower will not be able to circulate at all."

"But what about this time? They obviously launched a hasty attack without much reconnaissance and planning."

At this time, the dwarves who were still busy gradually stopped what they were doing, and were a little stunned as they savored Lan En's words.

Yarpan's bearded face looked a little distorted, and it seemed that he had been in contact with the sorceress group before. The character traits of this group of people are very clear.

"Have you been in contact with him for the longest time? Do you have any gossip?" The dwarf rubbed his fingers in a subtle way.

"I disappoint you, Yarpan." Sakia frowned and looked at the backs of Lan En and Triss walking together, "I don't know his name yet."

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Go all the way to the rear of the convoy.

What Yalpen said was true. The Scoia'tael seemed to have premeditated the attack on the rear convoy more violently than the forward one.

But this method of focusing on destroying vehicles and baggage also confirmed Lan En's guess.

Along the way, Siward's soldiers or followers expressed surprise that Triss was following Lan.

But on the other hand, they all looked at the two of them with repulsion and disgust.

After all, Triss had agreed before that she would be hosted by Siward as a magic support and royal messenger sent by Foltest.

But now, when the Scoia'tael attacked, no one saw any performance of the sorceress who was rumored to be 'important and powerful'.

Many people didn't even see her at all.

So people who already had a bad attitude are now even more serious.

"Look who this is?" When he walked to the center of the convoy, amidst the chaos and debris, Knight Taylor said with an unfriendly expression.

There were burnt black marks on his blood-red cloak, and his armor was stained with blood.

"They said they were warlocks who wanted to give us spell support, but in the attack just now, we neither saw the fire suppressed nor the horses and livestock calmed down!"

"Have you **** forgotten all your evil and dirty witchcraft because you were enjoying yourself with this man?"

A circle of white rose knights surrounded Duke Seeward. This middle-aged man could not hide his tiredness and blackened marks on his face.

In normal times, he would 'stop' the knights who believe in the eternal fire from disrespecting the royal advisors at the appropriate time.

But today it seems that he is also resentful in his heart, so that up to now he is just looking here coldly, not even bothering to act like he didn't see him by turning his head.

But at this moment, there is no doubt that Triss does not want to beat around the bush with this important duke in Temeria.

After all, the person in charge has changed now.

Knight Thales, who sprayed venom on Triss and looked at the witch with hatred, turned his head and found a tall figure standing in front of him, blocking his entire field of vision.

Under the hood, a pair of slightly shiny cat eyes looked down at him.

"I have to discuss something with Duke Seeward right now. Please get out of the way."

Lan En said calmly.

Taylor was a little surprised when he looked at Lan En's cat eyes, but he still didn't take it too seriously.

"It's Prince Siward!" He emphasized emphatically, "And do you really think that you can have the honor of meeting the prince just by sleeping with evil magic users a few times?"

"Do you think anyone will give you face because of that devil's power? Then you are wrong, you bitch's lackey!"

Lan En's face was expressionless.

He just nodded to show that he understood what Thales meant, and looked at Siward who was surrounded by the circle, and found that he didn't mean to care.

Then the witcher spoke softly.

"Kill five first."

(End of chapter)