Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 50 50. Kill everyone who wants to kill me

The footsteps and movements of the horses were both gentle. Although this small camp seemed unguarded, in the land of Willen, unguarded people in the wild have turned into feces.

"Who's there?"

First there was a sound of steel colliding, and then a halberd protruded from the tarpaulin.

It lay flat at first, and then stood upright after the halberd's blade came out of the tarpaulin.

What followed was a soldier who was trying to straighten his helmet.

The face is dark, but it is not caused by skin color or labor.

Lan En knew the answer when he glanced at it for the first time. It was a layer of black putty caused by the dust mixed with sweat and grease that was too lazy to clean.

The messy beard was unkempt, and Lan En had already led Poppy closer.

Glancing under the tarp, I saw two soldiers sprawled out holding the storage box to get up.

The black-faced soldier who was the first to ask became impatient, so he repeated it again.

"In the name of Ser Veserad! Stranger, tell me who you are and what are you doing here?"

Lan En lowered his eyelids and did not answer. Instead, he asked a question.

"Veserad? Are you loyal to Lord Willen?"

"Bang bang, isn't this obvious?"

The black-faced soldier tapped the Temerian white lily emblem on his breastplate with a matter-of-fact expression.

In fact, calling that piece of armor "breastplate" is a bit reluctant.

Unlike Philip Strenger's soldiers, those experienced soldiers who came off the battlefield basically all have a set of Temerian-style armor. (Picture will be posted later)

Although it can't be called high-end, it is still a complete set of armor lined with chain mail, with a large piece of plate armor on the upper body, and steel protective gear on the hands, feet, and knees.

But the armor of the soldier in front of him was a set of tattered cotton armor, barely covered by a curved iron plate in front of his abdomen.

The quality of the cotton armor was not even as good as Lan En's initial equipment.

Compared with standard armor, it is not on the same level.

Lan En quickly raised his eyes, then lowered them again.

At least the imprint is correct.

The young man also wanted to understand why Veserad's soldiers appeared here.

Philip Strenger's squad of professional soldiers, under Veserad, are positioned as something akin to an elite unit.

But if a lord wants to maintain control of his territory, an elite team is not enough.

A large number of "scumbag soldiers" like the soldiers in front of them are the tentacles of the lord's rule in Velen.

Set up strongholds in each village. It doesn't take much to assign three or four people to each stronghold, and then move around regularly to distribute salary and supplies.

This unified team of hundreds or thousands of people is the largest force under Veserad.

They don't have to be strong, good at fighting, or even brave, but as long as they exist, it means that Veserad's rule over Velen is stable.

To be honest, these guys may only visit the crow's nest four or five times in their lifetime?

They are far different from Philip's professional soldiers who can live and eat with the lord.

The Datongbu in Crow's Nest Castle is a dormitory for professional soldiers.

"A passer-by, sir. I mean no harm, but I have a child who's gone missing around here. Did you notice?"

Lan En didn't want the other party to see his eyes, otherwise the racially charged atmosphere might bring unnecessary trouble to the conversation.

The dark-faced soldier looked absently at the two swords behind Lan En's back, and the halberd pole was pressed against the ground and held in his arms.

Two other soldiers equipped with swords and shields also stood behind him.

Under all circumstances, the black-faced soldiers seemed to relax.

"Child? I've never seen one. Apart from farmers planting flowers, where else are there people here? Bah-"

He tilted his head and spit out thick phlegm.

"You're really out of your mind to come here looking for a kid."

".Maybe, bye."

Lan En nodded indifferently and was about to turn around and leave.

White's golden forty-eight hours were passing by minute by minute, and he had no time to waste.

But just as Lan En turned around with Popeye in hand, the voice of the black-faced soldier came again.

"etc."

Lan En's lowered eyelids raised slightly.

How to describe the tone of the black-faced soldier?

With a smile, but this smile is not friendly at all, but a joking smile.

The malice was undisguised and invaded like thick black mud.

Something hard and sharp pushed against the vest behind him.

That's the blade of the halberd.

"Hey, passerby. We are soldiers under Sir Veserad. Do you know how hard we work to protect the safety of Willen?"

"You walk, earn and live on this land. Don't you think you should thank us? Huh?"

The halberd blade gently pushed against Lan En's back as if negotiating.

But the young demon hunter knew that if he didn't want to "discuss", the next time it came out, it wouldn't be as simple as "butting up".

Behind the black-faced soldier, the two sword-and-shield soldiers seemed to be amused by Lan En's motion of standing still, and laughed unbridled.

This cheerful atmosphere generated by wanton bullying and taking a dominant position in violent activities naturally also affected the black-faced soldiers holding halberds.

His halberd blade extended a few inches further.

Lan En turned his back to the three of them and took a deep breath.

He doesn't want to cause trouble.

At least not now.

White may die at any time, or he may be sold away if he is not dead. If he doesn't want to be lost, he must seize every minute!

At this already very tense time, he should not have a conflict with the lord's men.

Most importantly - Lan wanted to control himself.

Try not to get angry and try to contain your anxiety and anger. These emotions can only do bad things.

"Breathe-breathe-"

To the black-faced soldier behind him, the sound of gasping represented cowardice and panic.

Lan En reached out and rummaged through the saddle bag on Poppy's back, and he handed a package behind him.

"Sir, you're right. Thanks to your hard work, here are two roast chickens, a jar of berries and raspberries, and a few pieces of bread. Just treat it like I'm inviting you to dinner. Take it."

The black-faced soldier smiled "hehe", and a sword and shield soldier beside him stretched out his hand and pulled the package away from Lan En's hand.

After opening it, take a deep breath intoxicatedly.

"Woohoo! Fresh roasted chicken and fruit! I almost vomited from the fucking marinated meat."

Lan En turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him. He raised his hands and slowly turned around to face the three of them.

"Sir, can I leave? I still have to find my child."

But he didn't see an expression of satisfaction on that disgusting black face. On the contrary, greed was rising.

The halberd's blade pressed against his heart again, and this time the black face pushed the halberd's blade further forward.

His head tilted on Popeye's back.

"continue!"

"Keep digging!"

Lan En licked his lips but said nothing.

A change of clothes, dried fish, and water bladders filled with wine were all delivered to the three of them.

The three soldiers turned over their harvests with joy and surprise, smiling from ear to ear.

Lan En said calmly: "Can I leave?"

The three people looked up from their joy, and all of them sneered contemptuously at Lan En.

And amid the strong sarcasm and disdain, their greedy eyes turned to Lan En.

The black-faced soldier raised his halberd again, as if it was the most intimidating weapon in the world.

"Take off your sword, wallet, and armor!"

The voice was more confident than it was ten seconds ago.

Lan En exhaled slowly but stopped moving.

Seeing that Lan En did not give in, the black-faced soldier seemed to have been greatly insulted, so he pushed Lan En's chest with the blade of his halberd.

"I'll let you take it off! Are you deaf?"

Lan En pursed his lips, twisted his neck, lowered his raised hands, and looked at the other party coldly.

"I'm deaf, your mother*!"

The black-faced soldier was furious! It was really insulting.

So he simply pushed the halberd to make a hole in Lan En's chest.

But a purple magical light flashed, and a circle of magic runes suddenly appeared on the ground.

The black-faced soldier could clearly cut Lan En's heart and lungs out as long as he advanced a few inches. It didn't even take a moment on normal days, but it took an inexplicable long time at this time.

Seal of Arden, a range-based delay trap.

The enemy's sluggish movements provide ample reaction time.

Lan En pursed his lips, pushed the halberd blade crookedly with one hand, and immediately stepped forward!

"Bang!!!"

A fist with a studded leather glove! Hit it right in the middle of that black face!

The jaw bone deformed and shattered under the tremendous force. The teeth flew out of the gums one by one.

The fleshy facial features were squeezed into a pile by the fist!

There was no scream, the scream was suppressed in the throat by this punch!

The black-faced soldier, who stood about 1.67 meters tall, lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by a fist!

The back of his head hit the stone, and red and white sprayed out, staining it all over.

Then, amid the drawing of blood, Lan En, whose eyes were stained with blood, slowly raised his head.

The pair of cat eyes looked at the other two sword and shield soldiers who were already frightened.

Pulled out the fist stuck in his face

It took two minutes for Lan En's bloody hands to organize his luggage again.

"You just lost control, sir."

Mentos spoke in his head.

Lan En admitted this calmly.

"Well, I lost control."

"Do you need me to make a new plan? I'm worried that you won't be able to stay rational and face emergencies."

"No, no thanks, Mentos."

The young man's tone was calm.

"If you lose control, lose control. Anyway, there is only one plan for the next step."

"Kill everyone who tries to kill me."

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