Chapter 1171 1153. Acknowledging the Teaching
The campfire was burning quietly, the firelight 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 dimness 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 Controller 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 expressed their pride.
“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 you go to bed, practice with them." Lan En said with a chuckle, "Use the sword skills I taught you."
Lincoln, the rest of the Ember Knights are here He understood instantly, his eyes were eager and surprised.
On the contrary, the flannel ball himself 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 one of you comes first?"
Elucat jumped up and took out his unsheathed Thundercat Sword from the package that had been placed. Standing proudly next to the bonfire.
If a human were to do this kind of thing, it would only make people feel frivolous and arrogant, but El 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 however 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 must study hard.”
“Since you all have this understanding that surprises me, then maybe the tasks I assign to you in the future will be more difficult than you imagined. Complex. "
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 knife from his waist, and walked towards the eager kitten by the campfire.
"We are just embers in the fire, you can't burn anything but our job!"
Lan En didn't say anything more, he just turned his head and gave instructions to Flannel Ball.
"Fight slower and breathe more clearly."
After a moment, the sound of swords striking each other began to sound. In the unique and skillful swordsmanship, the crisp sound of 'dang-dang-dang' can be heard endlessly.
Qilin stretched his head and looked at the campfire for a while, but then he opened his mouth and yawned, and several blue arcs of electricity exploded from his mouth.
Then he turned his head to the other side, put his head on the ground and fell asleep.
——
Along the way, the knights and the flannel ball began to compete every night.
Flannel Ball is very happy. After all, the knights are completely different from the monsters it is used to dealing with. Although they do not have the hard scales and hard skin of the monsters, they do not have such exaggerated physical strength and strength.
But knights have brains, understand tactics and decision-making, and can use weapons skillfully. Their bodies are very flexible even under armor.
Usually these characteristics are the advantages that flannel ball has when dealing with monsters, but now, the opponent is the same as it.
The members of the Knights are also very happy. These ten Ember Knights are the best 'honorary swordsmen' selected from among the Knights.
Their swordsmanship foundation, swordsmanship talent and creativity are among the best.
After Lan En’s bonfire talk that night, these smart guys naturally understood what Lan En meant.
——He will teach the Ember Knights his sword.
The knights abandoned the conventional half-handed swords and armed swords and switched to the elf-style long swords. This was a spontaneous imitation behavior out of respect for the chief officer.
But after receiving the teaching of sword skills, this behavior was equivalent to Lan En's recognition and approval.
Regardless of the progress of swordsmanship, the meaning of this act alone is enough to make the Ember Knights happy.
And if we talk about the progress of sword skills.
"Breathe~Huh~"
With the jolting of the horse's back, the Ember Knights, who should have been riding horses on a flat footing, now frowned and gasped loudly.
From time to time, I even coughed a few times.
As long as a knight maintains this kind of heavy breathing for a period of time, the figure rising and falling on the horse will naturally appear more upright and upright.
But after the breath stops, it will return to the original state.
[Wei Mingren·Truncal Breathing].
After actual combat training with Fongbuqiu, and Lan En’s verbal explanation beside him, ten honorary swordsmen who had a foundation in swordsmanship and talent made progress in the process of getting started with new technologies. Very fast.
It takes a few days to maintain a short breathing rhythm on a bumpy horseback. "Do you want me to switch to another sword next time, meow?"
From in front of Lan En, dexterously turned behind Qilin during the trot, Velvet Ball lowered his head and said to Lincoln.
Lincoln rode beside Lan En. Although the horses of the Ember Knights were all of excellent blood, the Qilin was more than two meters tall at the shoulders.
So normal knights and war horses always look smaller next to Lan En and Qilin.
“It’s too easy to use the [Thunder Cat Sword] to deal with Iron Armor, meow. As soon as you are touched, your breathing will be disordered due to the electric shock, meow.”
After several days of sparring, The Knights of Ember require Fluffy Ball to draw his sword during sparring, instead of fighting with a scabbard sword.
As a result, the [Thunder Cat Sword], which was mixed with unicorn mane and ashen horn fragments, won five consecutive victories the night it appeared.
"No, no need, Mr. Velvet Ball."
Lincoln struggled to maintain his breathing on the horse while trying to speak without losing his breath.
“If this breathing should be developed into a habit, then practicing it under various obstacles is necessary.”
“You are so brave, meow!”
Flannel ball Praise be to Lincoln and the other Knights of Ember.
At this time, Lan En and the knights had just passed by the hotel in the north of Willen with an ordinary name but great reputation - the Crossroads Hotel.
This hotel is not luxurious at all, and it has no services. It is because of its good location that almost every caravan will pass by the rest, so its reputation spreads widely.
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 few of his space expansion packs.
Mainly bread, cheese, butter, five grilled chickens and six grilled fish.
After all, he is in charge of the team's luggage at this time, so he eats 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.
Southern Willen is full of puddles and pools due to its generally low terrain.
In the weather that has never rained, when you step on your boots, the ground is covered with wet and caked soil.
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 go 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, Lan passed through Vizima.
He did not go into the city because he knew that he would only be in trouble if he went into the city.
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 entered 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 underwater country of the half-murlocs seemed to have regained some vitality, although it was broad daylight and Lan En did not see the half-murlocs 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. He 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 would have known that you didn't come at all?"
"For...things over there?"
Lan ignored Taller's complaints and just pointed to the northeast. That is the direction of the Pontal Valley.
"What the hell is going on?" Taller immediately responded with a foul mouth.
"Hey, if you come here, I told you at the time. There is no need to ask the messenger to go to Gos Velen to find you."
"What do you mean?" Lan En frowned slightly. At the beginning, he heard something was wrong, "Let him make one more trip. Is this troublesome?"
At this point, Taller sighed in annoyance and scratched his bare head again. head.
"Hey, of course it's not troublesome to fuck a dog, he's just a messenger. It's just a pity, he is quite young."
"What is this statement?"
"He's dead." Taller said simply, shaking his head. "Died on the way back."
"Dead?"
Lan En asked in surprise.
“Yes, I was hit by an arrow in my vest, and I ran out of breath at that time. I lay on the horse and lost consciousness. When the horse was found, 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 this chapter)