Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 464: 463 buried!

Chapter 464: 463 buried!

Chapter 464 463. Buried!

Lets talk about something else.

Lan threw another piece of wood into the fire.

Dettlaff, you summoned all these blood-sucking creatures in the mountains?

The black-haired vampire nodded silently.

"Yes, it was my ability. I admitted that I deserved punishment, but being chopped up and then imprisoned for a hundred years was enough, I thought. So I began to work for my own freedom."

"Fortunately, time is on my side. More than a hundred years have passed, and Anahad's arrangement has gradually collapsed. The ritual instruments that channeled the power of the mountains are under constant impact day and night, so they will be placed faster than normal. Decay, so my power can be transmitted. Without you, I estimate that in three years I would have gathered enough blood-sucking creatures to destroy the cell, and then left on my own."

Please dont get me wrong, this does not affect my gratitude to you.

"But what puzzles me is that you never seem to come to maintain the cell where I am held."

Dettlaff calmly described the cell where he had been imprisoned for a long time. His calmness was admirable.

Gede is now somewhat accustomed to the two high-level vampires around him, he said with a sneer.

Maintain your cell? Ha!

"The place where you are imprisoned has spent hundreds of years. If you want to maintain the facility, this responsibility will be passed down for generations. But none of us in the Bear School want to take on responsibilities that are not beneficial to ourselves. Do you think Anahad can say something? Will his apprentices remember it and do it on time? Are you kidding me! It seems like the master-apprentice relationship is something important to a group of popsicles?"

"Maybe, even the news of the existence of your cell will only exist in the old papers of our school."

Without emotional ties and institutional constraints, there is no organization, and long-term and complex work that only organizations can accomplish cannot be completed.

The disbandment of the Xiong School is reasonable in all aspects.

Well, now that the blood-sucking creatures gathered on the mountain have sorted out their clues, this commission from the dwarves has been completed.

Under the flickering shadow of the fire, Lan ended the conversation.

"Early tomorrow morning, Regis and Dettlaff, you have to help us leave some bluffing traces in the cell to prove that we have indeed killed the target. You high-level vampires should know better what kind of formation to put up."

Then Ill bring Lens Ziva over to take a look, and you two will go take the oath, and thats it.

Lan clapped his hands and ended the conversation.

He and Gerd each lay down to sleep, while Dettlaff seemed to be still enjoying his first night after regaining his freedom.

He looked up at the stars and remained motionless, while Regis stayed with him.

the next day.

So. You really killed that thing!

Lens Ziva stood in the mountain nest, with about forty short iron pillars beside him, all wearing shiny heavy armor, as well as large axes, war hammers, and crossbows.

But even so, after seeing the detention measures constructed by Anahad, the dwarf elder still held his beard braided into three strands and shuddered.

Oh my God!

This dwarf elder who is calm and calm enough to chat with the traditional bear school now unconsciously murmurs every time he passes the corpse of a blood-sucking creature.

There are about thirty vampire creatures, each of them is as tall as at least two dwarves!

And their strength is enough to penetrate their dwarf armor in one go!

Move like the wind, with the ability to be invisible or teleport!

In his thirties! If people like them were hit by these things, not even a single intact bone would be left!

Even if a full-scale guard force of several hundred people at Fort Hayne was equipped with these things, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of miserable situation it would cause.

As the number of these things piles up, the degree of difficulty in dealing with them increases exponentially.

Now, Lens Ziva actually found that he had some respect for these two young bear cubs.

"The body of that thing is in the bottom mine, over there" Lan En stood on the hillside and pointed downwards, but before he could finish, the dwarf elder interrupted him.

There is an iron cage there that can only be forged with good materials and good craftsmanship. There is no doubt that everything is the best. Thats why a high-level vampire can be imprisoned.

Lence Zivas tone was laced with reminiscence.

Thats my fathers craftsmanship. Wonderful craftsmanship.

The iron pillars behind the dwarf elder seemed to be inspired, and they all shouted in a low voice: "Huha!"

Lan En said no more, and Lance Ziva waved his hand: "Okay, let's go down and take a look."

A group of people moved down the circular walkway and finally came to the edge of the mine.

There, Regis's body lay calmly on the side, except that the clothes on his chest were soaked in large amounts of blood.

Is it the mage in your team?

The dwarf elder raised his head and asked.

Yes. Lan En had a nostalgic and sad expression. He had put the diplomatic talents of the Emperor's Children to use here.

That expression allows onlookers to feel the grief and regret at a glance, and to empathize with it.

He sacrificed himself so that we could accomplish this unimaginably difficult task.

I, Im sorry.

Even the cold Lens Ziva seemed to be ashamed of the witcher's grief at this time, because he was the one who issued the mission.

Heinburg will compensate us! We will never treat our friends badly!

The dwarf elder visited the mine in person. Not long after he walked in, a thunderous shout came from inside the cave.

Lence Ziva came roaring and jumping out as if his toes had been stepped on, his three-braided beard twitching and tangled.

His iron guards nervously stepped forward to surround him, and then were scolded and retreated by the elder who was breathing heavily.

There were Regis and Detlaff, who had taken apart the limbs of a dozen blood-sucking creatures to create a crime scene.

The level of horror and gore made Gede not want to take a second look, and made Lan En's mouth twitch. In short, it was definitely worthy of the death scene of a high-level vampire.

Dwarves are not experts anyway, so the visual effects are enough.

Gede was holding back his laughter and making noises.

In order to prevent him from revealing his secret, Lan En dragged him to the side of Regis' body and pretended to be ready to bury his teammates.

This behavior alarmed the dwarf elder who was holding his chest to calm his heartbeat.

Perhaps out of guilt, he called two iron men from the **** team to help dig a hole. It seemed that he wanted to bury Regis on the spot.

"Children, the hole must be dug big and wide. This venerable gentleman died for the safety of Castle Hayne. We must make sure that he leaves comfortably."

The Regis were all blinded. He opened his eyes in shock and looked at Lan En, who was covering his face.

The two people made a series of eye contact in an instant.

Gede didnt quite understand, but he reluctantly made a guess:

Lan: Can high-level vampires be buried?

Regis: It can be buried, but thats not our plan.

Lan: Stop it! Bury it first!

In the end, Lan En had to use his own weight of 300 kilograms to step on Gerd's toes to prevent the guy from laughing.

Then the sacrificed Regis was buried smoothly, and under the auspices of the dwarf elders, a simple on-site memorial was held.

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