Chapter 443 Peaceful Narnians? Searching for Aslan the Lion (1/2)

Chapter 443 Peace-loving Narnians? Looking for Aslan, the Lion King

The flag bearer waved the black flag to issue a retreat order, and the attacking Tanmers sent signals one after another and quickly retreated outside the fortress.

"They are going to run away." Cornelius looked solemn. If the Tanmers evacuated the bunker in time, their battle plan would be difficult to achieve the desired effect.

"This is normal. Others' traps are to fight and retreat, trying not to arouse the enemy's suspicion.

They are good. They retreated directly after luring people in, without any intention of covering up. If the Tanmers didn't find the problem, I would suspect that they are idiots."

At this time, a small group of Tanmer soldiers ran up and found Aaron and Cornelius who were talking.

"What did I say before? We should leave here first." Cornelius said, "But these people should not be your opponents!"

"Of course." Aaron looked at the squad of soldiers coming towards them and fired two shots to kill the two nearest soldiers.

Then he grabbed Cornelius's shoulders, "This may not be too friendly to an old fat man."

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two were instantly swept into the gray-white vortex.

The next moment, the two figures reappeared.

Cornelius staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked at the Narnians rushing out of the tunnel not far away, and inevitably showed a shock on his face.

"What happened just now?"

"This is a profound magic, even among wizards, less than one-tenth of them have mastered it.

You are lucky, you may be the only human in the world who has experienced teleportation."

Cornelius nodded blankly, but his attention was soon attracted by the movement in front, "Now is not the time to talk about this, quickly inform Peter that the Tanmore army is withdrawing from the bunker."

"Stay here and don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

"I understand."

Aaron Apparition teleported again and teleported to Peter.

Peter was directing the Narnians to retreat with Caspian and Edmund, and was almost shocked to fall off his horse when he saw Aaron.

"How did you get here?"

"Of course I teleported." Aaron said as a matter of course, "But don't think about it, this is a skill only wizards have."

Peter:......

Can't I see it? But I'm really envious!

"I'll tell you some not-so-good news, the Tanmores are evacuating the bunker in an orderly manner."

"What?"

"Don't be so excited, they did find that the bunker was a trap, but they found it a little late.

Many soldiers have entered the deep, and the order to retreat has not been received in time. Even if they have received it, it will take some time to evacuate, so if we act now, we can barely achieve the expected effect."

"But we haven't all evacuated yet." Caspian said bitterly, "It will take at least half a minute."

Aaron glanced into the passage, and the Narnians were lined up for dozens of meters, and there were many pursuers not far behind them.

"I'll help you again." Aaron sighed helplessly, half squatting on the ground and aiming.

"No." Edmund hurriedly stopped him, "Our people haven't come out yet!"

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Aaron said, and then pulled the trigger.

Bang!

With a gunshot, the last bullet passed through the dense crowd in an instant and hit a piece of open space between them and the pursuers.

The spark flickered in the dark passage, then turned into a flame, and then turned into a red flame.

Because the dry wood and flammable materials on the ground were all sprinkled with a layer of kerosene, the open fire showed a prairie fire as soon as it appeared, spreading rapidly in all directions.

The Tanmo soldiers looked at the flames that rolled towards them like a tide, and immediately stopped chasing.

"Run!"

A soldier yelled, pulling them back from their state of unconsciousness.

The next moment, all the soldiers' faces were full of panic, and they turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

The huge desire to survive made them burst out at a speed far beyond their usual speed, almost only a line slower than the speed of the flames.

However, there were oil barrels prepared by the Narnians at many corners in the bunker. When they encountered the flames, they were out of control. The scale of the flames directly changed from a tide to a tsunami that engulfed everything.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The raging flames burned and spread to other directions at a very fast speed.

The bunker turned into a huge furnace, and heart-wrenching screams came from it, which could be heard even from a long distance away.

"Where are our people?" Peter asked worriedly.

"There are no oil barrels near the exit. As long as you run fast enough, the flames can't catch up."

Hearing this, Peter and the other two looked at each other.

That's right, but the screams of the Tanmore soldiers sounded frightening.

Fortunately, the Narnians were much faster than the Tanmore soldiers. In less than half a minute, the remaining people all evacuated. Except for looking a little embarrassed, there was no damage.

On the other side, Psuppy's face was suddenly covered with frost.

He understood what the trap in the bunker was, but even he couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he saw the thick black smoke rising.

Legend has it that the Narnians love peace, don't they? But what did he see now? A brutal massacre that even the devil would have to give an award.

He didn't issue any more orders to retreat because there was no need.

The soldiers who could escape ran faster than anyone else, and the fate of those who didn't escape was self-evident.

"Your Excellency?" The general asked cautiously.

"I'm fine. I should have listened to you and let our soldiers evacuate in time." Psuppy said coldly, "How much loss did we suffer."

The general hesitated to say something, wanting to avoid this topic.

"Sir, I suggest..."

"I asked you to tell me about our losses."

"Yes." The general hesitated for a moment and said, "The cavalry suffered heavy losses. It's almost like they were wiped out. Currently, less than half of them can fight.

As for the infantry... at least one-third of the infantry died, and those who survived the bunker also suffered varying degrees of burns. I'm afraid they can't participate in the battle in the short term."

"In other words, from the beginning to now, the damage to the Narnians is less than one-tenth, and we have lost half of our troops?"

"Yes, sir." The general nodded, "Our advantage in this war is no longer so obvious. At least we need to rest for a while to restore the combat effectiveness of the troops.

So, I suggest retreating."

"Retreat?" Psuppy sneered, "Absolutely It is impossible. After being lost, I couldn't find it anymore. I was very heartache, but even if we had only half of the soldiers, our number would still exceed the Narnians. The army of Peter and others in the distance is also incredible. "How can this?" "Are they crazy?" Edmund asked, "It's all good for them to go, what are the benefits of them?" Caspian was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Psoopi from a distance, and suddenly he understood.

"I understand, Psoopi wants to take away the throne of the Tanmore people.

But killing Miraz is not enough, because I am still alive, and Caspian is the most legitimate heir.

Miraz is my uncle, and if he takes the throne, the elders of the parliament will point fingers at him.

And Psoopi is just one of the members of the parliament, and he is just an outsider and it is difficult for him to convince the public.

If he doesn't kill me, he can't sit on the throne at all."

"Not only you, but also your little nephew." Aaron reminded, "In a sense, Miraz's son is also a prince of the Tanmore people."

"That is to say, after killing Caspian, he even killed Miraz. 's child..." Edmund opened his eyes wide in surprise, "This is too cruel!"

"This is normal. The fight for the throne is full of blood and rain.

Miraz can make Caspian's father die in his sleep, and Psoupey can naturally make Miraz's son die in his sleep. "Aaron said half-jokingly, "I just don't know if he will have Miraz's patience and wait until his son is born before taking action."

"He doesn't need it." Caspian said with a complicated look, "Psoupey has a son."

"Very good, after killing you and your nephew, he will have no worries." Edmund said speechlessly.

"He wants to kill not only Caspian, but also you guys.

After all, you saw him kill Miraz with your own eyes, so keeping you alive is a hidden danger."

"A lot of people died for this throne!" Peter said, "This may be the most correct thing Miraz said."

"No time for you to sigh, hurry up and integrate the army!

The next battle is a tough one, the Narnians have a chance of winning, but it's still not too high."

Peter nodded, and the leader of the centaur standing beside him raised his sword, "Prepare for battle."

The Narnians suddenly became serious, each picked up their weapons and quickly adjusted their status.

"I should leave soon." Aaron said, and then put away the sniper rifle in his hand.

"Aren't you going to stay and help us?" Peter asked puzzled.

"I don't want to stay on the front line." Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "I've helped everyone I should help, so don't ask me to do anything hard!"

"But the woods are not safe now. There must be patrols by the Tanmore cavalry." Caspian said.

"I don't care about those stragglers.

If they want to die, I won't show mercy."

Hearing this, the three were speechless.

"I'll help Lucy and the others find Aslan. If possible, I also want to end this war as soon as possible."

"But they've both been away for a day." Edmund said.

"I can teleport."

"I mean you might not be able to find them."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and took out Captain Jack's compass. "This magic item can point to what the holder is thinking."

The three looked at each other. "If you hadn't taken it out earlier, maybe we would have found Aslan a long time ago."

"I tried, but I couldn't find Aslan." Aaron said with some regret. "This land seems to be protecting him, so that he can be isolated from the detection of the compass, but it's still no problem to find others."

"Okay, be careful, leave this to us." Peter said, "We will definitely hold on until you come back."

"Goodbye!"

Aaron Apparated again and teleported to Cornelius.

Without saying a word, he grabbed the old professor and Apparated.

Huh!

When he appeared again, Cornelius patted his heart with lingering fear.

"If there is a next time, please inform me in advance. This is too exciting. I am not prepared at all."

"Do you want a next time?" Aaron glared at him with disdain. "It is frustrating enough for me, a great magician, to condescend to protect an old man like you. You are still not satisfied. Who do you think you are?"

"Sorry." Cornelius pursed his lips guiltily, looking at the walls and rubble around him, and his eyes stopped in front of the four statues. "This, this is?"

"The ruins of Cair Paravel have been abandoned for hundreds and thousands of years, but no one has discovered this secret room.

There is no safer place in Narnia than here. You stay here honestly and don't come out before tomorrow."

"I know, I know." Cornelius said impatiently. He was very obsessed with the history of Narnia. This is an unexplored ruins, and its attraction to him is self-evident.

After placing the large burden, Aaron followed the direction of the compass needle and moved at a distance of 500 meters each time.

After several times, the pointer pointed in the opposite direction.

"Found it." Aaron's face was full of joy. He stopped the Apparition and ran in the direction of the pointer.

Halfway through, he saw several bodies of Tanmore soldiers with red arrows stuck in them. It was probably Susan who did it.

There was another unlucky guy with three blood holes on his body. It was obviously caused by guns. It was probably Lucy who did it.

After walking a hundred meters along the direction of the pointer, Aaron finally saw the two of them, and in front of them was a huge lion more than two meters tall.

"Aslan?"

Roar!

The lion roared, and then said in a gentle voice: "Narnia welcomes you, young magician."

"Uh... not everyone welcomes me."

"Aaron." Susan kept winking at him, "You have to kneel down to the supreme king."

"I don't want it." Aaron refused bluntly.

Kneeling ceremony, he has never kneeled to anyone except his ancestors and parents since he grew up.

This lion is indeed stronger than him, but he is not worthy of being humiliated.

"It doesn't matter." Aslan smiled, "You are so talented and have unlimited potential in the future. Maybe you can surpass me in less than ten years."