Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 563

Chapter 563 564. Wheel Punishment

 The news about the young man made Lan En's journey even more urgent.

From his perspective, Nilfgaard's invasion was obviously not like a standard medieval Western war.

 It doesn't care about the population, even the cultivated land can be destroyed wantonly. This abnormality is simply terrifying.

　　It's like facing a crazy murderer who can't figure out his routine.

 So much so that the witcher gave up the idea of ​​crossing the river at this ferry without even thinking about it.

He walked all the way downstream, found a shoal that was as deep as his waist, and walked directly over.

This is a very strange thing that there are no refugees in this shallow shoal, which is not very deep.

 Because when Lan En walked along, basically every river crossing point with good hydrological conditions was already overcrowded.

 But the closer you get downstream, the fewer and fewer people there are.

 Young people who have been blocked from information for a long time still don't know why.

 But soon after he crossed the river, he understood.

At that time, Lan En was leading Popeye as he walked between the fields and woods.

He is not familiar with this country. The last time he traveled with Regis, he only walked one road and had never heard of the rest of the country.

So he could only follow the vaguely visible country roads, trying to find human villages.

 This idea is correct. If there are people, there will be a way.

Soon, the demon hunter and his horse saw acres of farmland.

Lan En was refreshed because of this. If there is farmland, there will be farms or villages nearby, and there will also be cities supported by farms or villages nearby.

 He was finally going to meet someone.

 But contrary to expectations, Lan En heard nothing as he walked deeper and deeper along the path between wheat fields.

 There is no such thing as the noisy barking of dogs in every village. Usually these farm dogs can bark for more than ten minutes if they smell the scent of outsiders!

There is no lowing of cattle, no noise of chickens, ducks and geese running around on the ground, not even the sound of human beings.

 The expression under Lan En's hood gradually changed from confusion to indifference.

 Because he smelled some odors, some odors that did not spread over a wide area due to reduced molecular activity in cold weather—

 The smell of cooked protein, or flesh and blood!

Lan En led the horse and rushed to the village in the middle of the farmland.

  Or the remains of the village.

 Carrion-eating birds circled in the sky, circling a wisp of black smoke that was about to thin out.

The village has turned into a white field, with a layer of white plant ash covering the blackened fire marks.

Those are the marks left by the burning of wooden building materials.

 Taverns, houses, and butcher's shops. These locations are still vaguely identifiable, but only a shelf remains.

The hooves of Pope's horses trampled on the ruins, and they continued to walk inside.

 Suddenly, Lan En saw the scene he had seen in the ancient Greek world—

 Piles of burned human bones.

Where the fire was strongest, the human bones had been burned into black coals, but the body shape could still be vaguely discerned.

The limbs of men, women, children, and the elderly were entangled together, and even melted into a ball when they turned into coke!

Lan En's face turned completely cold, and Poppy beside him seemed to sense some danger and wanted to retreat.

 The reins creaked in Lan En's hands.

 Yes, Lan En has seen this scene.

 Although the scale is not as large as what we have now, the method is the same. On the ancient Greek island of Cephalonia, in order to prevent the spread of the plague and save more innocent lives, the priests who worshiped the Olympus gods chose to kill all the patients at the outbreak point of the plague and then burn them. everything.

 Lan would feel that those corpses were pitiful at the time, but he was not angry at the sacrifices made by them.

 Because he knows: it is limited by historical limitations and limited by the understanding of diseases and medicine. At that time, this was the best way to stop the plague!

Those priests who killed people even went so far as to avoid causing pain to the residents by doing so at close range to ensure that the residents left as quickly as possible.

 In the pile of corpses in ancient Greece, all the wounds on the corpses were clean and neat.

The priests were mentally prepared to bear the sin before they plucked up the courage to approach the people infected with the plague and take action.

 But what about here?

 The guys who killed all these people didn't seem to be interested in burning the bodies.

They also placed several wooden poles next to the pile of corpses, with a wheel placed horizontally on the wooden poles.

 On each wheel is a body that has lost its human form.

The limbs and limbs of these corpses that could have stretched out of the wheel were all deliberately broken, and then twisted and tied to the outer rim of the wheel.

 It seems like it was specially made to serve as a dinner plate for scavenging crows and vultures.

　　chakra.

 A punishment that combines humiliation and execution.

Lan En exhaled slowly.

　　The air flow exhaled from his hot body turned into a thick white mist under the current temperature, and it was like thick smoke spilling from the fiery teeth of the devil!

  Suppose that on the island of Kefalonia, I saw the pile of corpses piled in front of the statue.

 What Lan En felt was helplessness, pity, and the determination of the priests born under the faith of Olympus.

The only thing he felt here was 'disgusting'.

Lann was just tall enough to put his eyes above the flat surface of the wheel.

Up there, the body of a young woman whose eyeballs had been pecked out by birds was looking at him, staring into his amber cat eyes.

 How did she feel before she died?

Lan En thought inexplicably.

 “It hasn't been long since you died, right?”

  The witcher muttered to himself as if he was carrying out a commission, capturing traces of something.

"Yes, sir. It seems that these people who set up the wheel are just on a whim, and they are not professional. Generally speaking, the goal of wheel torture is to make the victim survive on the wheel for a few days."

Mentos spoke softly, as if to avoid waking something.

 “Sir, I want to remind you. Your mood curve is rising.”

This physiological value, which has been stable for a long time since Stesa was killed by Lan En, has been walking around in the backstage of Mentos, minding his own business.

During this period, when I was in Ashina Country, I had violent ups and downs when I broke into Xianfeng Temple. Until today.

“Seeing this situation, it's inevitable to feel bad.”

 Lan En said calmly.

 But the more plain he was, the more thrilling Mentos looked at the numerical curve in the background.

 “Ah, I found it.”

The witcher started from the wheel execution position, looking down on the ground with an expressionless expression.

 Finally, he found additional horse hoof prints where a bunch of messy human footprints were.

 Immediately, Lan En looked at the horse's hoof prints extending into the distance.

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