Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 343

Chapter 343 342. Tracking

The broken carriage revealed abnormal information.

Lane was not very sensitive to this information, but Henrik and Gascoigne were tense.

Abnormality is information beyond common sense, and for professions like hunters that rely on intelligence to formulate combat plans, it means danger.

"We have to find that guy. It has a very high degree of animalization and should have turned into a four-legged walking posture. It would be too dangerous to leave it alone."

Henric stood up from his half-crouched position, straightened his yellow mask, and made a decision.

Gascoigne nodded silently, and Lan had no objection.

Every profession has professional ethics.

The hunter's professional ethics is: if an abnormal monster is discovered, the discoverer must complete the hunt, and even if he is unable to do so, he must leave a striking reminder.

Other hunters passing by may not notice the clues, and if left unchecked, unsuspecting hunters may be ambushed by monsters.

There is a big difference between fighting in ambush and fighting by being ambushed.

Taking the lycanthropic patient that Lan En killed within a few seconds as an example, if Lan En had not discovered it in advance, the battle time would have been extended to at least two to five minutes.

And Lan En did not dare to guarantee that he would not be injured.

When you are attacked, you can really lose your life if you are not careful.

Henrik discovered the existence of anomalies, so he wanted to eliminate the 'abnormalities'.

“Would you like to search separately?”

Gascoigne transformed the long ax he originally held with both hands into a hand axe, and pulled out a trumpet-mouthed musket from the sling on his back.

Different from the strategy of forming a team, this is a combination suitable for solo action.

“The smell of blood here is too mixed. Ordinary people, hunters, and monsters have all bled here. We can't use the smell to track that beast.”

Under his eyes covered with white gauze, his nose twitched slightly as he made a judgment.

Henrik also agreed, and he couldn't find the target from such a mixed smell of blood. The Yharnan people are only sensitive to blood, but this sensitivity is not considered a supernatural sense.

Immediately, Henryk was ready to nod and let the team disperse to search.

However, Lan En, who was still squatting beside the wreckage and pinching the blood that had turned into jelly from time to time, gave a different voice.

“Faced with a strange monster, it would be foolish to separate one's hands.”

“Then what do you suggest, stranger?”

Henric asked angrily.

Lan En stood up, the cat-like pupils in his eyes shrinking.

“Tracking does not necessarily require the use of blood. I am somewhat accomplished in this area?”

“I found that guy's footprints, we can follow them.”

"Footprints?" Gascoigne asked cautiously: "Lan, do you need me to remind you? We are walking on a stone road now."

“There will always be traces left, even if it's a stone road.”

The witcher's tone is calm and determined. This is usually the tone that professionals will have when they encounter their own professional problems and have a clear idea.

Henrik and Gascoigne nodded to each other after thinking for a while.

Henric also took out his hunter's pistol, and the meat saw became retracted.

“Advance on alert, Lan En leads the way.”

In the witcher's extraordinary senses, the traces scratched by the beast's claws on the ground are very bright and bright red.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, or Yharnam hunters like Henryk, the scratches on the stone pavement are just normal wear and tear accumulated over time.

They couldn't tell whether it was the trace left half an hour ago or the trace left a month or two ago.

Lann kept walking as he led Henrik and Gascoigne through the small alleys of Yharnan style. Sometimes we also pass through the ruined dwellings.

The residents inside were either dragged out and killed by lycanthropic patients, or they were dragged out and killed by hunters after turning into beasts.

In short, the scene will not be very good.

Among the houses, Lan En saw black gunpowder scattered on the ground, as well as several fragments of wooden barrels.

In Yanam, people literally kept barrels of black powder in their homes.

This further reminds the demon hunters in other places not to play with fire easily in Yanan.

Tracking is an extremely time-consuming process in hunting activities.

Normal hunting may only take ten minutes to kill the prey, but it will take ten hours to track the traces.

The witcher's extraordinary senses were very efficient, but Lan En still led the two of them in pursuit for three or four hours.

Following the claw scratches on the ground, Lan En's gaze slanted upwards, passing over the brick walls on both sides of the alley.

“Can patients with a high degree of lycanthropy still be able to climb walls with their four-legged walking ability?”

Lan En asked in a low voice without looking back.

Henrik, as the most experienced veteran hunter in the small group, gave an unequivocal answer.

“They can climb walls, but it's very difficult for them to climb walls. They can also hang on them outside of combat. But in the fast pace of combat, they mostly stay on the ground.”

If monsters can run freely on walls, it means that the battlefield environment has expanded from a two-dimensional plane to a three-dimensional one, and huge changes in processing methods and thinking are required.

The information Henrik gave is not that bad for the time being.

Lan En raised his palm slightly, signaling the two people behind him to stop.

The current terrain is a narrow alley, followed by a wider alley.

From one end of the narrow alley, Lan En and the other three could see through the wide alley at a glance.

From the perspective of the witcher, bright red claw marks extend from the walls of the narrow alley, but the walls of the wide alley are clean.

"Obviously, our 'friend' is waiting for us at the corner where the alley widens."

Lan En took out the Lake Lady's Sword from his waist and subconsciously turned it into a sword.

Gascoigne gritted his teeth and said, “The terrain is narrow, so it's not easy to relax.”

He is a hunter with a big axe, and he does feel limited in this kind of terrain.

Henrik, on the other hand, has long been very calm because he has done a lot of work in this kind of terrain.

He checked the status of the hunter's pistol in his hand and reloaded it.

Lan En noticed that the bullet was not made of common brass, but more like it was coated with a layer of mercury?

Mercury? Wouldn't the high temperature in the gun chamber evaporate mercury vapor?

This is a bullet that has never been seen or heard of before, but Lan En already knows that Yanan cannot be judged by common sense, so he only thinks that this is a unique craft of the locals.

After the two of them reloaded their bullets and confirmed the status of their firearms, the three of them walked towards the corner of the alley together.

Henrik's hunter pistol is more accurate than Gascoigne's trumpet gun. He specifically raised his head upward, ready to knock the lycanthrope off the wall as soon as it appeared in sight.

Lane and Gascoigne are always paying attention to their surroundings.

According to Lan En's expectation, it was just a monster with a slightly special situation. When Henryk shot it down, the three of them could launch a strong enough offensive in an instant to make the monster lie down.

But when the three people finally walked cautiously around the corner, Henrik raised his finger upwards and hooked his finger on the trigger. The old hunter's eyes suddenly widened with only a slit showing!