Chapter 50 50. Kill everyone who wants to kill me
The footsteps and movements of the horses are not light. Although this small camp looks unwary, in the land of Willen, there is no vigilance in the wild. of people have turned into feces.
“Who’s there?”
First there was a sound of steel colliding, and then a halberd protruded from the tarpaulin.
It was laid flat at first, and then it stood upright after the blade of the halberd 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 that was too lazy to clean mixed with sweat and grease.
The messy beard was unkempt, and Lan En had already led Poppy close by.
Looking at the tarp, there were 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 Sir Veserad! Stranger, tell me who you are and what are you doing here?"
Lan lowered his eyelids and did not answer, but asked instead One sentence.
"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 cannot 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 with 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 mark 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 lords to rule Velen.
Set up strongholds in each village. Each stronghold does not need to be large, just three or four people are enough, 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 Chase Shop in Crow's Nest Castle is a dormitory for professional soldiers.
"A passerby, sir. I mean no harm, but I have a child who is 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 black-faced soldier looked at the two swords behind Lan En absently, 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 various circumstances, the black-faced soldier seemed to relax.
"Child? I've never seen one. Apart from farmers planting flowers, where else are there people in this place? Bah-"
He tilted his head and spit out thick phlegm.
"You are really crazy about coming here to find a child."
".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.
“Wait.”
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 pressed against the vest behind him.
That is 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?"
"Are you there? Walking, making money, and living on this land. Don’t you think you should thank us? ”
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 poked him 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 frozen action, and laughed unbridled.
This cheerful atmosphere created by wanton oppression and dominance in violent activities naturally affected the black-faced soldiers holding halberds.
His halberd blade stretched forward a few inches.
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 you don’t want to get lost, you must seize every minute!
At this already very tense time, I should not have a conflict with the lord's men.
Most importantly - Lan wanted to control himself.
Try not to get angry, try to contain your anxiety and anger, these emotions will only do bad things, only do bad things.
"Breathe-breathe-"
The sound of gasping behind you From the perspective of the black-faced soldier, it even more represents cowardice and panic.
Lan reached out and rummaged through the saddle bag on Poppy's back, and he handed a package behind him.
"Sir, you are right. You have worked hard. There are two roast chickens, a can of berries and raspberries, and a few pieces of bread. Just treat it like I'm inviting you to dinner. Take it."
Black The soldier smiled "hehe", and a sword and shield soldier beside him reached out and took away the package from Lan En's hand.
After opening it, I took a deep breath intoxicatedly.
"Woohoo! Fresh roasted chicken and fruit! I almost threw up after eating the damn marinated meat."
Lan En turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him. He raised his hands and slowly He turned around and faced the three of them.
"Sir, can I leave? I still have to find my child."
But he did not see a satisfied expression 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 Poppy's back.
“Continue!”
"Keep digging!"
Lan En licked his lips without saying anything.
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, laughing so hard that they couldn't even open their mouths 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.
Amidst the strong sarcasm and disdain, their greedy eyes turned to Lan En again.
The black-faced soldier picked up his halberd again, as if it was the most intimidating weapon in the world.
"Sword, wallet, and armor, all take off!"
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 used the halberd blade to push Lan En's chest again.
"I'll let you take it off! Are you deaf?"
Lan En pursed his lips, twisted his neck, and lowered his raised hands, coldly looking at each other.
“I am deaf to 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 cut Lan En's heart and lungs out as long as he advanced a few inches. Normally, it didn't even take a moment, but at this time, it took an inexplicable long time.
The Seal of Arden, a range-based hysteresis 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!
“BOOM!!!”
A fist with a studded leather glove! Hit it right in the middle of that black face!
The jaw 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 stood about 1.67 meters tall. He lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by a fist!
The back of my 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.
Pull out the fist stuck in his face
It took two minutes for Lan En's bloody hands to pack up 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."
< br>"No, no need, 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 wants to kill me."
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(End of this chapter)