Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 12
Lan En patted the dirt on his body and stood up.

His hand rested on the handle of the halberd stuck in the belly of Bordon's corpse.

"Pfft-"

With light force, the murder weapon was pulled out.

The majestic corpse fell to the side like mud, and Lan En didn't take another look at it.

The grievances between them have been written off.

The three sergeants who had already restrained the captain's body and waited aside slowly approached after seeing this.

"Have you finished talking?"

The halberd soldier asked tentatively.

Lan En didn't answer, just nodded, grabbed the tip of the halberd's tail, and handed it to him.

The halberd soldier gritted his teeth when he saw this, but reached out and took his weapon.

"This kind of holding method can be so stable and your teacher. I have never seen anyone who can wear such a heavy armor and can move so fast. Are you all demon hunters at this level?"

If he didn't have the armor of the Xiong school, or even if the armor was slightly inferior, Boerdong should have died under the first wave of arrows.

Heavy armor is the second guarantee of a soldier's life - the first guarantee is the combat quality of the soldier himself.

"I'm different." Lan En let go and shrugged. "Our school is stronger than the average."

The halberd soldiers began to clean up the blood and grease on the blades. It was not easy for the weapons to kill people.If you don't clean it up, it will rust the next day.

The archers on one side then sought Lan En's opinion.

"Then let's take the two corpses away together now?"

"I have to take off his armor first." Lan En shrugged, pointing to Bo Erdong's body behind him, "He gave me this set of armor."

The crossbowman couldn't help but nodded, "You really should keep it, I've never seen such a well-crafted armor, it must not be cheap."

His tone was full of admiration, he bowed his head in embarrassment, and looked at his standard armor.

As a standing soldier under Lord Waylon, the most advanced armor he has ever seen is the lord's heirloom armor.

But everyone in Velen knew that their lord, Wesselard, had no guts to go to war.

His heirloom armor may still look gorgeous, but it is self-evident that he is still resistant to hacking.

Lane nodded in agreement.

"The workmanship is very good, but because of this, it will cost a lot of money to repair the big hole in the abdomen."

With the help of three professional sergeants, Boerdong's set of bear school armor was quickly taken off.

The school of bears is the only school of witchers to wear heavy armor.

Like this kind of armor with a total weight of nearly [-] kilograms, it is impossible for ordinary people to get up even if they fall down.

Putting on and taking off is even more possible with the help of attendants.

Three sergeants dragged the two bodies all the way beyond the small valley where the four horses they had come on were on.

The mounts of Bourdon and Lane were there too.

"Thank you again, Master Demon Hunter. Whether it's the help in the battle, or giving up the bounty." The three sergeants bowed to Lan En on horseback before leaving.

"We are usually in Crow's Nest, which is also Sir Weatherard's castle. If you need it, please go there. No matter what others think, we will definitely treat you with the best."

"Crow's Nest, I remember." Lan En responded with a smile, without correcting their names.

The master witcher refers to those witchers who can hunt large monsters alone.

It doesn't matter what kind of adult griffin, petrified cockatrice, petrified lizard, or pterodactyl, anyway, they all have the fighting power to kill a squad of ten soldiers by themselves.

Boerdong has such a record and can be called a master.

But even with the ability to single-handedly hunt large monsters, he was damned or dead when faced with the very different fighting style of a human civil war.

As far as Lan En is concerned, although he is far from being called a "master", for them who may never get out of Waylon in their lifetime, why worry about it.

"By the way, I have a question." Lan En asked casually. "Why did Sir Weatherard pursue a murderer so hard this time?"

Waylon was killing people every day. Although the crime of murder was serious, as long as he did not appear in front of the guards with much fanfare, the pursuit and arrest would be just a formality.

I have been planning to get rid of my mentor for a long time, but taking the opportunity of pursuing him, it is really a temporary idea.

There is a reason why Bordong dared to kill people directly.He's been robbed of his emotions by mutations, but not his brains.

"This guy is purely unlucky." The halberd soldier pointed to the corpse on horseback.

"Auriden is the private residence of a big man. I heard that it is King Foltest's cousin or something. That knight often holds a two-wheeled carriage race in Auriden. He was unlucky, and the few who killed him There is a match today, and law and order need to be rectified. Lord Wesselad dare not neglect Vizima's big shots."

So the crime of homicide, which was originally insignificant, now requires a team of professional soldiers to pursue and hang it.

This is not simply "enforcing the law impartially", but a "political statement".

Makes sense.

Lan En nodded. Regarding matters that may be difficult for local civilians in this world to understand, his relatively rich knowledge and education can easily straighten out his thoughts.

No longer entangled, Lan En waved goodbye to the three sergeants.

The horses left by Bordon are strong and vigorous, with pure black fur that is shiny and shiny, and only four horseshoes have white hair.

It is a mare riding on dark clouds and snow.

Lan En stroked the bridge of the horse's nose and met its gaze.

The horse's nostrils flared, snorted, and its eyes were calm.Even without the Yaxi seal, the horse accepted Lan En very well, after all, he was feeding the horse during this time.

This is the war horse that Boer Dong paid a lot of money for.

Although it is not comparable to those horses that have been trained as heavy cavalry and can master at least four horseshoe movements during training to adapt to the battlefield environment.

But the physique is fine.

Authentic Kaedwenian good horse.

This horse was eating much better than Lan En before.

"Sorry"

"Be quiet, Poppy, be quiet."

Lan En calmed down the horse named "Bo Pai" easily, and he put the temporarily damaged and ill-fitting Xiong School armor on the back of his original old horse.

Lan En is sure that his figure is still growing, but the gap between his figure and Boerdong's figure is still very large.

Although this expensive armor was in his hands, to use it, apart from repairing the big hole in his abdomen, he had to change his body shape.

I don't know if there is a competent master blacksmith in all of Velen.

And the damaged Wayren longsword was simply left in the bloody mud.

Instead, Lan En directly carried the two swords with the bear's head carved on the weight ball at the end of the hilt behind his back.

Bear school steel sword and silver sword.

As soon as he held it in his hand, the young man immediately felt the difference.It's like a poor kid wearing a shirt worth thousands of dollars for the first time in his life.

It was an "expensive" feeling that could be touched.

The material of the blade, the delicate center of gravity, and the good grip. Compared with these two swords, Lan En felt that the Velen long sword he had been using before was simply a thin piece of iron!
Bo Erdong was able to chop off the bodies of four half evil ghosts with one sword. Apart from his strength and swordsmanship, the quality of the sword itself was also very important.

Lane felt this fully now.

Holding a good sword of this level, he could hack himself to death in half a minute with only a hunting knife.

The young man's hand was still lingering on the sword hilt behind his back, and the two horses rode one and led the other, away from the blood-spattered valley.

The clouds in the sky are churning, and Waylon is facing the sea, and the sky changes as it says.

Just like the accident that happened to Lan En himself.

When he came, he was still an apprentice demon hunter who couldn't control his life and death.But when he left, he had already killed his mentor.

Become the master of your own life again.

On the horseback, the young man's nostrils fluttered, smelling the stench of the soil.

"It's windy and it's going to rain."

Lan En tightened the worn cotton armor on his body, and lightly pinched Japopai's belly, and the strong mare began to trot.

He had to go to Orydon, the village where Poulton had committed the murder.

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