Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 118 117. Now, run

"No, no, no! I won't run away! I won't run away!"

Curled up in the corner of the door frame with his head in his arms.

The handsome face that was once famous throughout Temeria revealed deep panic and bewilderment at this moment.

He was just one step away from a guard who was smashed into a blood vessel in his neck by a fragment of a collapsing plate armor!
step!
Will there be such luck next time?Does he dare to bet?
He has been terrified insane.

Lan En squatted beside him, gently brushing the sawdust off his shoulders.

"Whether you should escape or not is not up to you, Lord Earl. It's up to me."

"This is your reward for letting me see 'hell'."

Lan's movements and words were very gentle, but the eyes looking down at Earl Stessa were piercingly cold.

"My lord, there is a fable in my hometown that describes hell. The specific content is not important, but a brief summary says, 'Hell is a group of ordinary human beings. Would rather no one else get it, so engage in mutual torture shithole'."

"Sounds commonplace, doesn't it?"

Lan En, who was half squatting, smiled lightly, but this relaxed tone made Stesa tremble inexplicably.

"I didn't understand what this meant until I saw everything you did in the basement of this manor, Lord Earl."

The relaxed tone gradually cooled down and calmed down.

But the calm was far from reassuring. Instead, it felt like a sharp knife being drawn from waveless icy water.

Lan En used this tone to describe what he saw.

"You's basement is not very bloody and filthy, and the real method of deterrence is nothing more than hanging a child there to bleed. There is only one child, and there is only a basin of blood. But what is it that really scares me?"

"It's not your little toys used to train bed skills. It's you who artificially separate the good from the bad among the group of children."

"For children who are obedient enough and good enough in the slavish training, you arrange better food and clothing for them, and treat them with a better attitude. Let them see that their performance is not very good, that is, The more rebellious kids feel superior."

"What a wonderful example of management, my lord!"

Speaking of this, Lan En seemed unable to restrain his admiration for this method, and applauded lightly.

"You let a group of slaves who live a little better have a sense of superiority over slaves who are not so good!"

"I know one of the 'excellent students' children, no. It should be said that I have seen it."

"The kid was sallow and skinny when he was at the beach camp in Waylon, and I could hold his arms together with one hand. But in that physical condition, there was a riot at the camp, and he would still open himself. He hugged those children who were younger than him, and comforted them even though he himself might die in the next moment. But now."

"Master Earl, do you know what he looked like when I saw him again in your basement?"

Lan En, like a host seeking audience interaction, asked the Earl who was curled up in the corner.

Count Stessa simply buried his head deeper into his arms.

"The child is well-nourished now, with a delicate and beautiful face. The clothes on his body are delicate and elegant, making him look like a son of noble family. I was even very happy that he could become like this, until he stood outside the cage and turned to the cage. The poorly dressed and poorly fed slave kids in the movie, laughing and spitting. It's like teasing a pack of dogs."

Lane's palm reached into the earl's arm.

His palms directly pinched the adult's skull, and under his painful and panicked expression, he lifted him upright.

Those cat eyes were as cold as a predator.

"I can chop a group of well-armed and skilled fighters into pieces, and they don't even have time to raise the alarm. But standing on that bloody floor, my heart palpitations are far from seeing that scene Great time."

"...that's 'hell', my lord."

"Don't spare me."

Steza, whose skull was in unbearable pain under the grip, stuttered.

Lan En heard his request and let go of his hand.

But the pair of eyes still maintaining the hunting posture clearly told the earl that this matter was not over yet.

"Run away, Staza."

"The scope is the entire manor. As long as I don't escape the scope of this manor, I will not attack you."

"Go to the forces you think can kill me, go to them for help, let them prepare their weapons and draw their swords."

"I will chase you and kill all those who try to save you."

In front of Stessa, Lane slowly retreated into the thick shadows.

It shows that the upper body is hidden in it, then the legs and feet, and only the pair of dimly lit cat eyes flicker in the darkness.

In the end, even those eyes were immersed in shadow.

Steza stared blankly at this scene, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Now, run."

A small knife flew to his feet with the sound of breaking through the air.

He was like a frightened rabbit, howling and running away.

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Butler Morgan's fireball exploded, awakening the defense force of the entire manor in this dim night.

All the guards on duty tensed up in unison, approaching the direction of the explosion.

The rest of the guards suddenly woke up. They immediately put on their helmets and armor, equipped with sharp swords and warhammers.

All of a sudden, the entire manor was filled with the shouts of organizing a team, and the sound of armor pieces colliding with each other while running.

The iron armor screamed, and the murderous aura suddenly rose!
The main building of the manor is a large fort with three floors.

Stesa's bedroom and study are on the top floor.

The most elite, most loyal, and most trusted fighters enjoy a large dormitory on the first floor.

These fighters are the direct bloodlines of those subordinates in Steza's interest group.

They have been encouraged by Stesa since they were young, and because of their family background, they are well-nourished, taught by famous teachers, and have excellent weapons.

Therefore, the standard equipment on everyone's body is a full-coverage plate armor.

This pair of armor alone is the entire income of a village for several years.

The number of people is 25, and each is equipped with a morning star hammer, a mace, or a half-handed 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 Steza started to run away, the first thing she thought of was to rush here.

Although there are only 25 people, the armor and physical fitness of the fault type are enough to support these 25 knights to set off a bloodbath among hundreds of ordinary soldiers.

As soon as they put on their equipment, they immediately organized their formation and approached the earl's location upstairs.

Finally, in a 20-meter-long corridor, the earl who was running in panic met the heavily guarded knights.

The earl was running, as if he was being chased by something, he frequently turned back in a panic.

The knights, on the other hand, uphold good battlefield qualities, with swords and shields at the front, and a group of people watch and support each other.

But this tight defense was unsustainable after meeting the Earl.

One is because of the surprise of these people. They thought that the earl was in danger, but they didn't expect the lord to run out by himself at this moment.

The second reason is that if you want to include the Lord Earl who ran over into the protection circle of the battle formation, then the tight battle formation will inevitably disintegrate for a while.

(End of this chapter)