Chapter 118 117. Now, run
"No, no no! I won't run away! I won't run away!"
Huddled up in a ball with his head in the corner of the door frame.
The handsome face that was once famous throughout Temeria now revealed deep panic and confusion.
He was just one step away from a guard who was hit by a piece of broken plate armor and hit a blood vessel in his neck!
step!
Can I have this kind of luck next time? Does he dare to bet?
He was so frightened that he lost his mind.
Lan En squatted beside him and gently brushed the sawdust off his shoulders.
"It is not up to you to decide whether you should escape, Lord Earl. It is up to me."
"This is my reward for letting me see 'Hell'."
Lan En's movements were very gentle, and his words were also very gentle, but his eyes looking down at Count Stesa were so cold that they penetrated the human body. .
"My Lord Earl, there is a fable describing hell in my hometown. The specific content is not important, but a brief summary, 'Hell is a group of ordinary human beings. Because of their inner desires and ugliness, If you don't get the benefit, you would rather others don't get it, so you start torturing each other."
"It sounds ordinary, right?"
Half-squatting. Lan En smiled softly, but this relaxed tone made Stesa tremble inexplicably.
"It wasn't until I saw what you did in the basement of this manor that I understood what this meant, Lord Earl."
The relaxed tone gradually became colder and calmer.
But this calmness is by no means reassuring. On the contrary, it feels like a sharp knife has been pulled out of the waveless ice water.
Lan En described what he saw in this tone.
“Your basement is not very bloody and dirty, and the real method used to intimidate is just to hang a child there and bleed it. There is only one child, only a basin of blood. But what really scares me is What is it?”
"It's not your little toys used to train your bed skills. It's you who artificially distinguish the good and bad among that group of children."
"Children who are obedient enough and outstanding enough in slave training, you Provide them with better food and clothing, treat them with a better attitude, be kind to them, and give them everything they ask for, so that they can feel superior when they see their children who are not performing well, that is, who are more rebellious. "< br>
"What a wonderful example of management, Lord Earl!"
Speaking of this, Lan En seemed to be unable to restrain his admiration for this method and clapped gently.
“You gave a group of slaves who had a slightly better life a sense of superiority over slaves who were not so good!”
"I know one of the 'outstanding students' children, or I should say I've met him before."
"When that child was at the beach camp in Willen, his face was sallow and thin, and his arms were joined together. But even in such a physical condition, when there was a commotion in the camp, he would still open his arms and take those children younger than him into his arms, comforting them even if he himself might be the next moment. He's going to die. But now."
"Lord Earl, do you know what he looked like when I saw him again in your basement?"
Lan En seems to be looking for audience interaction. The host asked the count who was huddled in the corner.
Count Stesa just buried his head deeper into his arms.
"The child is now well-nourished and has a delicate and beautiful face. The clothes on his body are exquisite and elegant, making him look like a nobleman. I was even happy that he turned out like this, until he stood outside the cage and asked the cage The poorly dressed and poorly fed slave children there were laughing and spitting, as if they were teasing a group of dogs."
Lan put his hand into the earl's arm.
His palms directly pinched the adult's skull, lifting him to stand upright under his painful and panicked expression.
Those cat eyes were as cold as a predator.
“I could chop a group of well-armed and skilled warriors into pieces, leaving them no time to even raise the alarm. But standing on the floor paved with flesh and blood, my heart palpitated. Far less powerful than when I saw that scene.”
".That is 'Hell', Lord Count."
"Don't spare me."
Stetha, whose skull was in unbearable pain under the grip, stuttered. With.
Lan heard his request and let go.
But those eyes that still maintained a hunting posture clearly told the count that this matter was not over yet. "Run away, Stysa."
“The scope is the entire manor. As long as you don’t escape from the scope of this manor, I will not attack you.”
“Find the power you think can kill me and ask them for help. , let them prepare their weapons and draw their swords."
"I will chase you and kill all those who want to save you."
Lane's in Stesa. In front of him, he slowly retreated into the thick shadows.
It shows that the upper body is hidden in it, then the legs and feet, and only the slightly bright cat eyes are shining in the darkness.
In the end, even those eyes were immersed in shadow.
Stetha stared at this scene blankly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Run now.”
A small knife flew to his feet with a sound of breaking through the air.
He was like a frightened rabbit, howling at the top of his lungs and running away.
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Butler Morgan's fireball blast awakened the entire manor's defense force in the dim night.
All the guards on duty invariably tensed up their nerves and moved closer to the direction of the explosion.
The resting guards suddenly woke up. They immediately put on their helmets and armor, and were equipped with swords and war hammers.
Suddenly, the entire manor was filled with the shouts of organizing teams, and the sound of armor plates colliding with each other while running.
Iron armors chirped and murderous intent suddenly arose!
The main building of the manor is a large three-story fortress.
Stesa's bedroom and study are on the top floor.
The most elite, most loyal, and most trusted warriors enjoy a large dormitory on the first floor.
These warriors are the direct blood descendants of those subordinates in Staisa's interest group.
They have been encouraged by Staisa since they were young, and because of their family background, they have adequate nutrition, are taught by famous teachers, and have excellent weapons.
So everyone's standard equipment is full-coverage plate armor.
This armor alone is the entire income of a village for several years.
The number of people is twenty-five, and each is equipped with a morning star hammer, a mace, or a half-hand sword, sword and shield combination according to custom.
Compared with the remaining fifteen wandering knights equipped with plate armor, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level.
After Stesa started to run away, the first thing that came to his mind was to rush here.
Although there are only twenty-five knights, their superior armor and physical fitness are enough to support these twenty-five knights to cause a bloody storm among hundreds of ordinary soldiers.
As soon as they put on their equipment, they immediately organized their formation and approached the count's location upstairs.
Finally, in a twenty-meter-long corridor, the earl running in panic met the heavily defended knight formation.
The count was running, as if being chased by something, frequently looking back in panic.
The knights upheld good battlefield qualities, with their swords and shields in front, and the group watched and supported each other.
But this tight defense was unsustainable after encountering the count.
Firstly, because of the surprise of these people, they thought that the earl was in danger, but they did not expect that the lord himself would run out at this moment.
The second reason is that if you want to include the running Earl into the protective circle of the battle formation, the tight battle formation will inevitably disintegrate for a while.
(End of this chapter)