Chapter 869 851. Old Knight
The lumberjack leader's body was as fragile as his outer appearance.
Thin, withered. No matter how you describe it.
The sharp wood points are the finished products cut by this group of lumberjacks just now.
It is almost four meters long. The thickest part is as thick as a wok lid, but the tip is sharp.
Lan En didn't know why they cut the tree into this shape, but it was because when they first started, these loggers kept these finished products at their feet.
It really didn’t look threatening or aggressive, so Lan En just thought it was some special work requirement.
But now
The rough and burr tree stump penetrated the leader's vest from the back and came out from the front.
This rough and uneven surface brought out large amounts of blood and minced meat, almost in a splatter shape.
The lumberjack leader's chest was stabbed directly, but his expression remained dull, as if he didn't react at all.
He died soon too.
The wooden stake that killed him was dug out by the lumberjack who had died just now and whose death was confirmed by Lan En with his own eyes!
And now, the lumberjack standing up holding the wooden stake, his body is even thinner and haggard, and at the same time, there is a terrifying sound in his throat.
When the voice roared out of the dry throat, it looked old and crazy.
Lan En frowned deeply because of this strange scene, and pressed the handle of the knife back cautiously.
The 'Dead Man' began to move, and showed a 'bloodthirsty and crazy' appearance
"Spread out! Everyone retreat!"
Because I didn't understand the situation. , Lan En could only remind the other lumberjacks loudly, and waved to the side to signal them to stay away.
But it was useless, because the remaining lumberjacks were just as dull and slow as their leader.
Even the woodcutter who had been sitting next to the corpse eating black bread had not stood up yet.
And worse things are still happening.
The leader of the lumberjacks, who had a wooden stake pierced his chest and spurted out a large amount of flesh and blood, is now getting up!
And just like the man who died first, he picked up the thing in his hand, which was the wooden stake that they chopped down, and started to take action.
Before, although Lan En thought these people were dull, they were still normal.
But after resurrecting from the dead, these people's eyes were empty as if they had no souls, and their hands were constantly seeking human life.
None of these people seem normal.
Out of caution, Lan En's retreat prevented him from becoming the primary target of the 'Resurrected from the Dead'.
They waved the sharp wooden stakes in their hands, like knights charging with lances, charging forward with the wooden stakes in their hands.
Those lumberjacks who did not respond soon died as well.
Lann swore on his knowledge of biology that he was sure those people were really dead.
There was no heartbeat, at least a basin of blood came out of the skinny body, and the internal organs were exposed. If this was not considered 'death', he really didn't know how to die more completely.
But even so, this world seems to challenge the witcher's cognition.
These dead people soon came to life again, and they went crazy as they always did.
In the end, the only target left was the demon hunter.
"Tsk"
Lan En smashed his mouth.
【Immortality】, this ability is not unprecedented in his journey.
In that country of reeds, for the sake of two friends, he and the sword master who protected the country went to Xianfeng Temple, which had fallen into heresy. The monks in the temple have already looked beyond the Buddha for the path of seeking enlightenment.
They can rely on the undead insects in their bodies, even if they are cut into pieces with thousands of knives, their hearts and livers are ripped out, they are still alive.
But who are the people in the temple who can [seek immortality]?
In Japan at the end of the Warring States Period, the incense of Buddhism was still strong and long-lasting, and Senboji Temple was a famous esoteric temple throughout Japan at that time.
In Xianfeng Temple, the person who can receive immortal insects is at least the [lecturer] who lectures on scriptures, and the [novice monk] below cannot even think about it.
But what about here?
It’s a dozen lumberjacks who don’t even have enough to eat!
The wounds on their bodies disappeared as if they had never appeared, only making their appearance more haggard. They howled with dry throats, and were about to kill Lan En with wooden stakes!
The witcher doesn't want to get into close combat with these obviously abnormal opponents without knowing anything about the situation.
So his left hand pressed the handle of the knife at his waist, while his right hand stretched to his side.
As long as he waved his hands in the same way as he greeted Velvet Ball and Qilin, Qilin's thunder could clear obstacles for him from a distance.
What troubled Lan En about these dozen lumberjacks was their strange behavior, not their combat prowess.
But just when Lan En wanted to 'call for remote support', his ears twitched and he finally retracted the hand he was about to wave.
The next moment he retracted his palm, the sound of sonorous footsteps caused by the collision of armors was heard on the opposite side of a slope in the forest not far away.
An armored warrior, about the same height as an ordinary person, trotted over from behind the hill.
He was wearing a suit of armor that was supposed to be very impressive and stylish.
But it seems that due to long-term battles and adventures, except for the beautiful dusk-colored metal parts, it is still intact.
The remaining cloth outer coverings, leather buckles, and even the mail shirt were all in tatters, with strands tangled around the body.
He held a small metal buckler in one hand. The color of the shield was the same as the armor, a dark golden dusk color.
In the other hand, there is a large flame-shaped sword.
The shape of this sword is characterized by its snake-like curved blade, which is also seen as the shape of a winding and undulating flame.
The high-grade steel sword of the Bear School that Lan En once used made reference to this feature in its sword shape.
If you are cut by this wavy blade, the bleeding will become extremely severe and difficult to stop.
He seemed to be very familiar with all the scenes happening in front of him.
Unlike Lan En, who is hesitant because of the unknown situation and the reminder from the lady in the lake.
He rushed straight into the group of irrational lumberjacks.
The flame-shaped sword carried on the shoulder struck directly with the running steps!
The sound of "Puff" was like cutting into a fleshy target.
The flame-shaped sword actually cut straight from the left shoulder of the crazy woodcutter, all the way into his left waist!
This lumberjack was literally cut into two uneven pieces vertically!
The amount of blood spurting out from the fracture was unbelievable.
Lan En's eyes widened slightly. This was not a display of strength that a normal person could have.
Even if an ordinary knight charges with the power of horse power and then uses a saber suitable for chopping to chop an unarmored person, he will cut from the shoulder into the chest.
As for this guy, his two steps of trotting can't be regarded as motivated at all. This sword cut was all based on his own strength!
Extraordinary strength and veteran combat experience allowed this knight who jumped out of the woods to hack to death the dozen or so 'resurrectionists' without much effort.
And he didn't even take a breath.
"Look at how tall you are."
While shaking off the blood and minced meat on the flame-shaped sword, he slowly approached Lan En.
“Were you just scared out of your wits by the wandering souls that the undead turned into? Don’t you dare to move?”
“But that’s not right, you clearly saw that their figures have become like this , but still dare to approach and talk. Should I say you are a fool or a warrior? "
His face was covered by a helmet and scarf, so he couldn't see clearly. But from the sound of his voice, he is very old. Sounds like he's old enough to be a grandfather.
"No, it's not like I was scared to death." Lan En's hand did not leave the handle of the knife, he just pursed his lips and said vaguely.
“I’ve rarely seen these wandering souls transformed from undead, so I can’t quite figure out the situation.”
“Oh, I’m almost being dragged down by Prince Lothric here. In the world of death? Then you are really lucky.”
“Who said otherwise? Didn’t I get help from you again?”
“Fodo. Link. Paladin. No, just a wandering old knight, you're welcome."
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(End of this chapter)