Chapter 60 60. The Head Eater
The sharp and ear-piercing sound of the horn exploded in the night sky near the sea in Willen.
The siren in any violent place in the world will be set to the loudest and most piercing one.
Generally speaking, this kind of alarm should be harsh enough to make the listener feel - "Do something the fuck quickly, or I will die on the spot"!
After all, everyone is doing the job of putting their heads in their belts. Even if you are the most dishonest criminal, you still need to have this awareness, right?
Such is the horn of this camp.
The crescent-shaped camp immediately became noisy, with curses and pushing happenings one after another.
Within five minutes, the lights in these tents housing armed personnel were lit one after another.
It took five minutes to wake everyone up. Lan En felt that even if he was an emergency gathering for preschool military training, he could do it more efficiently than this group of people.
But considering that this is a group of criminal groups with an ancient background and no mutual trust and assistance, this reaction time is still reasonable.
But this kind of reaction time is already difficult enough for Lan Enlai!
He is just a rookie assassin who doesn’t know how to [Stealth] or [Assassination]!
A demon hunter sneaks into the camp, assassinates guards, avoids exposure, and rescues hostages. The task requirements one after another are already very difficult for him!
How long did it take for him to become a witcher?
Then everything took a sudden turn for the worse, and Ben Lan was almost paralyzed.
grass!
Plans are always faster than changes.
Lan En originally planned to secretly eliminate at least one-third of the guard force, and then whatever he did next would be much easier.
The conversation with Margarita was to supplement information, and it actually took less than a minute and a half.
Is this an alarm? !
There really is a powerful warlock in this camp!
Lan En almost immediately inserted the dagger in his hand back into his waist, and placed his palm on the hilt of the steel sword behind his back.
Leaning against the wooden cage, his eyes nervously glanced in the direction of the camp.
Like a driven beast.
At this time, there was a noise in the direction of the big tent in the middle of the camp, and someone was shouting something loudly there.
Lan En took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.
As long as the subject is calm, Mentos can ensure the speed of thinking.
Looking around, the people who emerged from the tent showed no signs of surrounding themselves.
I am the only intruder in the camp. If he is discovered, a group of people can just come over and hack him to death.
Didn’t this horn find me?
Confirming that his side was not the source of the problem, Lan began to focus on the roar in the center of the camp.
The sea breeze was strong at night and the waves were loud, but with the witcher's extraordinary senses and Mentos blocking the noise, Lan En also got a rough idea.
"Here's news guys! Opportunity to make a fortune. The buyer's ship is parked in the open sea to work hard tonight! Ship the goods!"
The witcher's vision is enhanced by the [Cat] potion , and Mentos' vision correction, he could barely see the figure roaring loudly in the distance.
That was a man with a typical Cossack nomadic head shape.
The sides were shaved, except for the top of the head, and the long hair spread on one side with an oily shine.
Short and stocky, less than 170 centimeters tall, but looking at his muscle outline, he weighs at least 90 kilograms!
A plump and powerful general's belly stretched out his animal skin jacket, and two black leather hounds squatted beside him.
Head-eater.
It should be him.
It seems that the magic just now was a magic communication?
Because his subordinates were undisciplined and came one after another, the head-eater had to shout his words many times before everyone could hear him.
Taking advantage of this time, Lan En did not dare to stop at all and began to run wildly and scan all the wooden cages.
No matter whether there is a warlock in this camp today, no matter whether that warlock has the powerful magic power to defeat Margarita
The leather gloves hold the leather rope on the hilt tightly, and the strength is The big one even made a "crunching" sound.
Lan En gritted his teeth. Even if he did meet that powerful warlock, he would be ready to use his sword to "trim" his magic shield!
He is taking White away today!
He promised Mrs. Downer.
——Whoever wants to stop him will die!
The sound of footsteps no longer mattered, the scum in the camp were now cheering because they heard "get rich".
The poor people in the cage, frightened by the abuse and pain, now thought that the cannibals were going to hold a banquet and eat them all in one go.
Everyone shrank and curled up, and those who had been tortured to the point of not wanting to live showed expressions of relief.
The children gathered together in fear, trying to get comfort from someone, but the young children could not comfort anyone.
There were several adults in small cages in the compartments. At this time, they stretched out their broken hands towards the children next door, holding the panicked children in their arms.
I hope that I can at least give the other person some comfort before I die or before my children die.
Head Eater’s motivational speech is coming to an end.
The remaining links should be to assign work, transport people when they should be transported, and be vigilant when they should be vigilant.
But this short and stocky man suddenly straightened up before this link, his small eyes narrowed, and he looked towards the audience.
This action seemed to be so recognizable in the camp that those who were still cheering froze half way through the cheers as if their throats were being choked.
The originally warm atmosphere cooled down in an instant.
This contrast between noise and silence can even be felt by Lan En, who is running in the distance.
The leader of a criminal gang has such prestige that you should act in a TV series here! ?
The young man's steps are faster and his cat's eyes turn frequently.
He knew that he could no longer hide it.
"The number of people is wrong." Head Eater said in a low voice, which was a completely different tone from the previous motivational speech.
That tone was so cold that it made people’s hearts tremble!
The two black-skinned hounds beside him also changed from sitting half-sitting to hunched over with bared teeth.
“Where have all the guys in the northern half of the camp gone?”
“Why don’t the torches move?”
"Why are there no lights in the tent?"
The questioning voice became louder with each sentence.
Every time he said a word, the people in the audience would take half a step back in panic.
The hounds are also more and more eager to try.
"Damn it." The head-eater said through gritted teeth. "You don't know if someone has entered your home, find it for me!"
The camp was like a clockwork machine, finally running at a hectic pace.
Distribute torches, illuminate a large area, and bring out hounds. It seems that this group of people is going to turn the northern half of the camp upside down.
But at the same time, Head Eater also analyzed that there are definitely not many people sneaking into the camp, so they cannot delay making money.
A team of about twenty people was sent to the prison area.
Get ready to arrest people and board the ship to transport goods.
The two teams held torches like two long dragons, heading in two directions of the camp.
According to this method of action, it would only take less than ten minutes to search through the entire camp.
At this moment, Lan En finally saw the child with a slightly big head at the corner of a large wooden cage.
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(End of this chapter)