Chapter 1186 1168. Forward
"There is no doubt that the reason why that idiot Siward has also begun to tend to cause trouble in the Mahakam Mountains, and the scope continues to expand, is the Scoia'tael."
Of course, someone who speaks rudely to the person with the highest status in this 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 beautiful scenery makes people unable to help but think about it.
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 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 make the skin of his neck turn 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 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 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.
Warm candlelight filled the space surrounded by thick felt cloth.
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.
When Lan En was pulled in by the necklace, Triss's big bathtub was facing him, and the sorceress herself, with her body covered in water, opened her face without warning and rested on it. The four edge points of the tub. 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?”
"Killing or driving away all living creatures in a mountainous area, is this what the Scoia'tael can do?"
The sorceress waved, and the glass of brandy in Lan En's hand slowly flew away. It fell into 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.
“How come there is an allusion that says that if you tell too many lies, some people will always believe it?”
“Siward didn’t have the guts to go see it live, and he was surrounded by so many people. Who are they? 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 from the place where Lan En's lips had just touched, and her body trembled with pleasure.
The chaos magic in Lan En 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? Huh, beautiful."
Lan smiled with a sarcastic tone.
"Triss, you've been here for a few days, have you discovered anything?"
Seeing that the witcher didn't look 'anxious', 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 is unusual?”
"I sensed that place with my magic power from a distance." Triss stretched out her arm from the water and waved it indifferently. "The magic power in that area is cruel. Cruel and twisted."
"What do you mean? Yes," Lan En held his chin with his fingers and thought, "A curse may have occurred there?"
"But it doesn't make sense. There are many large and small magic gathering points in the Mahakam Mountains, a mountainous area. All the creatures are dead, and it’s normal for a curse to appear.”
“We don’t know whether the curse appeared first, causing the death of all the creatures in the mountain, or whether the curse was caused by the death of a large number of creatures.” >
Lan En shook his head. If Triss is 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 shouldn't 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 are enough to kill a sorceress without assistance.
But now that he has arrived, the next action 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 us.
Everyone was 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 Siward last night. It is different from the fear and fear in the eyes of ordinary strong men when they see the 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 group.
When he saw Lan En coming 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.
He looked straight at Lan En without hesitation, 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 sat on the driver's seat of a carriage filled with ordnance and food, facing Zoltan, who was holding the reins next to him, said.
"Then you are really unlucky." Zoltan sat next to Lan En 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 the inside of his collar. chest.
“For a person like you, we dwarf women will definitely not be attracted to you, so I can rest assured.”
Lann curled his lips under his hood.
Dwarf women also have beards, and their bodies are no different from those of male dwarves. But male dwarves always feel that men of other races have been coveting their women.
It is considered 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 Yalpen Zigrin.
There are also the Clynnfield Marauders who shared alcohol by the fire last night, and Sakia.
Duke Seeward was surrounded by the White Rose Knights. Triss, who was in a happy mood, followed him on horseback, 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 with an alert expression, observing the path. Every bush and wood.
Lan En 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 looming under his disheveled hair.
“Knight Thales!” shouted Yalpan, who was riding another carriage, “What wind brought you here, this humble forward reconnaissance team? The order of Duke Siward?”
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 White Rose Knight's temper is even more explosive.
“Shut up, you dwarf.”
Thales’ riding whip hit 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, Yarpan, who was almost beaten, 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 looking like writhing centipedes. He looked at the group of dwarves with no fear in his eyes, only mockery.
"Your name should be Prince Siward! Idiots!"
"The prince pays you to have the honor of marching with him, and you better not live up to it. "
"Be a forward scout."
After Taylor finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to Siward with a sneer.
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 treat the entire forward team as a target."
Buchter's face was sullen, and his eyes continued to move around alertly. At the same time, he put a studded gorget on his neck.
(End of this chapter)