Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 120 119. Chased by Death

The battle ended quickly.

Lan En shook off the blood beads on the steel sword of the Higher Bear School, and put it back into the scabbard.

He drank [Thunderbolt] and [Blizzard] just now.

However, due to the effect of the gene seeds on regulating the activities of his organs, his face was pale and the blood vessels around his eyes turned black after drinking these two medicines.

Even the eyeballs have turned pure black, which is not the same as before.

Under his feet, the corpses of five noble knights were still bleeding slowly.

black blood.

Three of them were directly hacked to death with his sword.

The other two were slowly poisoned to death by the [Hanging Ghost Poison] sword oil on the blade.

This is a kind of sword oil used by demon hunters specifically for humans, as well as subhuman races such as dwarves and elves.

Targeted toxins are highly effective.

Basically, after the blade opens the skin breach, the enemy will show symptoms within half a minute, and will die if they do not receive effective treatment within 5 minutes.

Combat is a very intense sport, and the turbulent blood flow will also accelerate the effect of toxins.

Lan En could tell that this group of people was the elite of the elite, and they should be the arrows of the knights' charge even in wartime.

So in order to make a quick decision, he had already applied the sword oil before doing it.

This move was indeed as he thought, and it saved him a lot of trouble.

Lann doesn't have built-in plate armor now, and the defense of heavy armor is equivalent to falling directly to medium armor.

With less risk, he was more than willing to consider this a practical test of the witcher's skills.

Lan En walked to Stesa's side.

He looked at the trembling Earl lying on the ground, and tilted his head.

"continue."

Lane said softly.

The noble man lying on the ground raised his head tremblingly.

All he could see was his handsome cheeks as pale as death, and the cat's eyes wrapped in black eye sockets.

"Keep running."

The voice was as soft as a dream, but the count yelled as if he had seen a swamp witch, got up, jumped over the fading flames, and ran out of the building.

He seemed to be pursued by death.

No. He is being chased by death!
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The movements in the Stesa manor cannot be concealed from those who are interested.

In other words, the count who is in charge of the manor is running away like crazy, and the butler is blown to pieces by the fireball he created.

There is no one with enough prestige and status to block the news.

The trade district was full of wealthy and high-status townspeople, who looked in amazement at the largest estate in the city.

Flames, screams, explosions.
Foltest is finally going to make a move on Steza? !
Everyone's first reaction is this.

Immediately, these people bowed their heads and walked quickly towards the house, closing the door tightly.

In this chaotic world, everyone should know what to do when something goes wrong.

Otherwise, it is better to die early.

Political conflict is like a bottomless mouth that will swallow all those who get involved rashly.

Vizima's security forces patrolling at night immediately noticed the change in Stessa Manor.

Their commanders repeatedly confirmed with Shangfeng officials, and Shangfeng then asked his own Shangfeng for confirmation.
After several rounds in a row, he even directly asked the mayor of Vizima, Verelad, to confirm that the king had no temporary order.

After this, the commander of the security team ordered less than a hundred people suspiciously, and rushed to the manor.

No one wants to be a small bug crushed to death in the aftermath of a political conflict.

But they don't know that this change in the estate of the top power holder in Vizima has nothing to do with political conflicts.

It was just a lonely witcher doing his job, that is——

Hunt monsters!

In the night, the red-haired beauty on the tower of the palace looked at the "lively" Stesa Manor with a confused expression.

In the end, she bit her plump lips, as if she had made a decision, she turned and left.

And in that manor that the whole city was watching, the blood had already flowed to the limit.

It was a wall near the gate in the manor.

Beneath this section of the fence Lane was drawing his blade from a warrior's rib.

Blood trickled down the armor, pooled with more blood, and flowed down the cobblestone path.

This road was originally a landscape combination in the manor, and the cobblestone pavement was more than ten times better than that of the town outside.

The stones are round and closely arranged.

Just for this road alone, the project money can go straight to Biolun.

And this is still an expensive road, the water absorption capacity of the cobblestone road can no longer cope with this level of blood flow.

There were originally forty plate armor knights and 180 regular fighters in the manor.

And this battle in the manor, after Lan En killed all 25 noble knights in the corridor, there was actually no suspense.

It's just a payment.

The warrior who was pierced into the heart from the ribs became limp as the blade left in his body.

He stared blankly at the sky, his hands and feet twitched on the ground as if he was in a dream, his palms grabbed into the soil, then let go, and finally returned to calm.

On the wall are two crossbowmen, strung together by a long sword and nailed to the wall.

Farther away, there are two hounds turned into dead flesh, and a halberdier with a big gap in the neck.

Lann had no psychological barriers in killing these soldiers.

Because the management system for the basement in the manor is shift rotation, it means that all the armed personnel in this manor are actually part of the slave trade chain.

"I can't let you run away, my lord count."

The sword in his hand was still dripping blood, and Lan En slowly approached Stesa, who was panting after running wildly for half an hour.

"If you keep running, then you probably have to go to the maids and servants, right? Although you know that they are powerless against sharp blades, as long as they can delay your life for even half a second , you will think it is worth it. I know, you are this kind of person. "

"Don't snort! I didn't, I didn't step out of the manor! I didn't violate the rules, I just lost! You killed all my guards! You won! You didn't say you would kill me if you won! The rules of the game didn't say ! Isn't it?!"

The earl, who was sitting paralyzed, tried to move backwards while supporting his body on the cobblestone road with his hands.

Every time you move your arm, there will be a wave of blood.

The blood has been able to flood the palm through accumulation.

Because in the battle against the group, the contact time between Lan En and each enemy is extremely short, otherwise it will cause the scene of being attacked by the group.

The sword oil has been used up, but it needs to cause enough damage in an instant, so when Lan En strikes, he usually chooses a technique that causes a lot of bleeding.

A face-to-face kill can't kill him, but the follow-up can also die.

The witcher's palm inevitably grabbed the earl's skull and lifted him up.

Count Stessa himself seems to know that his life is like a candle in the wind.

In the horror of life and death, he became mad.

First there was a burst of yelling, and then desperately trying to shake Lan En's palm with his pampered arm.

In the end, he gave up on these meaningless actions, and instead mocked like a smashed can.

"Look! Look! These are people from the northern countries! This is the national inferiority of the vile and lowly northern countries!"

"Never abide by the contract! Never respect the noble blood! You bastards who are so low in the mud!"

"Wait! Wait! With rubbish like you, for every one point of Temeria's national strength, the great Nilfgaard will be able to increase by ten! You can't catch up! You only deserve to be crushed!"

".No, don't kill me! You can't kill me! I am for Temeria! I am the future of Temeria! We must"

Before he could finish speaking, Lan En switched his hand from the man's cap to his face.

His hands covered Stesa's entire face, his mouth was gagged, and only his frightened, maddened eyes looked at Lane through his fingers.

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