Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 322.
The atmosphere of friendly conversations between passing citizens and road patrol soldiers suddenly stalemate.

Those soldiers who were smiling enthusiastically just now and said 'safeguarding safety', now the coldness in their eyes began to bloom.

Vesemir had lifted Ciri from the horse into his arms.

Geralt lowered his head slightly and sighed helplessly.

As the person who broke the harmonious atmosphere just now, Lan En still looked at the squinting soldier calmly.

Faintly, the sound of many bowstrings being stretched came from a little further away.

"Smart. Really smart."

Unsalty praise, and insincere applause came from behind the squinting soldier.

A short, thin man with fish-like eyes, wearing fingerless gloves, and daggers and short swords tied to boots, belts, and thighs stepped out.

An assassin doing dirty work, Lane and Geralt recognized the image immediately.

The assassin approached Geralt and Lane.

"But smart and impulsive, I know that seeing bad things on the road will always make people feel uncomfortable without saying a word, but don't you see how many of us there are?"

"Bowmen, aim at the old man and the little girl first, and let our friends calm down."

Those eyes like dead fish issued threats without any fluctuation.

Vesemir looked at the two 'young men' in front of him with a bitter face.

He remembered that when he was teaching Geralt, he had to be cautious first, why now, it was that brat who spoke?That's fine.

The old witcher obediently hugged Shirley tightly, and made a handprint with his left hand under the cover of the little girl's cloak. It only needed to inject magic power, and the handprint could be formed.

Geralt curled his lips and turned his head the other way.Attention is a limited resource, and allocating the enemies to focus on before the fight will get twice the result with half the effort.

The short and thin assassin saw clearly the movements of the old man and the middle-aged swordsman with his rolling dead fish eyes.

Although somewhat unexpected, these people were able to maintain their composure even though they were surrounded by a group of heavily armed soldiers and they were approaching gradually.

But manpower and equipment, as well as confidence in his own skills, made him still not stop.

"Don't be nervous, your family has white hair? It's interesting. Young man, where have we met? I think you look familiar."

Using scattered language to distract attention is a simple but effective assassin technique.

Now that the outer bows and crossbows have been stringed, the sound of the bowstrings being tightened can be heard undisguisedly.

The melee soldiers began to move their bodies subconsciously, and the slightly twisted joints drove the armor, making the sound of steel rubbing and colliding.
These voices are naked power and oppression to flesh and blood!
No one can calmly think and observe in this environment. At least this assassin has never met such a person.

The palms of the fingerless gloves were like spiders, crawling silently towards the dagger handle at the waist as the assassin slowly approached Lan En.

Lan En was sure that although dozens of soldiers around were preparing to chop people and shoot arrows, he would definitely do it himself when he killed himself.

Because this assassin trusts his own skills more than everything else.

The slightly squinted eyes under the silver hair stared at each other with those dead fish eyes.

And in the next instant, the assassin's finger was still two centimeters away from the dagger grip, but his footsteps had already entered Arondette's reach!

"Shua" a silver light suddenly flashed.

The suddenness of that silver light chilled the hearts of all who saw it.

In the eyes of everyone, Lan En's two hands seemed to be out of frame.

The last second they looked, the two arms were still hanging defenselessly.But in the next second.
At some point, Lan En's left hand had already supported the scabbard at his waist.And the right hand has already held the gracefully curved elf long knife, and raised it to the side with a bloody flower.

The owner of the blood flower yelled, and then a lump of bloody and boned muscle fell on the road. It was a whole hand with a smooth broken wrist.

The scream was like a signal for war.

Arrows flew at Vesemir and Ciri.

There were more than a dozen crossbow arrows and arrows with powerful impact, and they broke through the upper limit of Vesemir's [Quen] in an instant.

But this had long been anticipated by the old demon hunter.He didn't want to block it at all, just to disrupt the shooting trajectory.

The arrows, whose flying speed and strength were weakened by the first wave of defense, were easily blocked by the steel nail armor worn by the old witcher on his wrist.

He hugged Ciri and rushed forward!Rush towards the pile of twisted carriage wreckage!
It stands to reason that although the woods and bushes beyond the road are obviously farther away under the shooting of more than a dozen bows and crossbows, at least there are no enemy melee soldiers blocking them.

A better cover than this pile of wrecked wagons.

But there are exceptions to everything——

Clear all the enemies near the wreckage of the carriage, isn't this a close and convenient bunker?
"Twice."

Lan En looked at the assassin who jumped back suddenly as if his hair exploded just now, so that he just lost one hand and was not directly cut in half, his face did not fluctuate.

Having two strokes means that in Lan En's eyes, he really only has two strokes.

It was too late to turn the blade of the long knife thrown out by Iai Zhan.

The assassin's facial contortion caused by the severe pain showed obvious vigor.He is not a person who will collapse when one hand is cut off, he will retreat temporarily, and then find a way to beat the cold and ruthlessly.

Lan En hated such troublesome characters.

If the blade cannot turn around, then use the weight ball at the end of the handle to smash it!

The right hand that had been stretched out quickly pulled back, and the weighted ball with three roaring bear heads was directed at the nimbly dodging assassin, hitting it like a chisel!
That assassin was really ruthless. He first used his useless hand, which had only a wrist left, to block the first wave of impact of the counterweight ball amidst the movement of the bone crack.

Then, taking advantage of this gap, he used his good hand to draw out the dagger at his waist, and with a 'dang' sound, it completely blocked the weighted ball of Lan En's sword from the Lake Girl.

The assassin's expression was relieved at first, and then when he saw Lan En's still unmoving cat eyes, his expression completely collapsed.

Because when the short sword resisted the impact of the weight ball, a group of dazzling sparks burst out that should not have appeared at all.

【Ashi Mingliu · Carp】!
At first glance, I thought it blocked the attack on the body, but this time, it was originally aimed at destroying the posture!

The short sword held on the chest for defense was directly swung away by the assassin's inexplicable and incomprehensible eyes.

In Ashina, after the posture is broken, it is common sense to keep up with the execution.

The process of smashing the weighted ball is similar to slashing, and the two movements can be smoothly connected.

So after the assassin's posture was broken, Lan En's blade had already rested on the opponent's side neck.

"Stab" pulled the blade.

The clear blade was pulled directly from the opponent's side neck to the armpit.

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