Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 44. Chapter 44.
"Haha! The redneck is on the hook!"

The young man who called himself Willis laughed loudly and was about to cut off Lan En's head immediately.

There was no trace of intimacy in his smile anymore, only the wanton cruelty and the excitement of impatiently wanting to see blood remained.

No prudence, no caution.

He really couldn't think of any capital that his opponent had that would hurt him.

The two crossbowmen hiding in the dark are still cavalrymen themselves.Is there any suspense about being alone?

cavalry!The army of the king of war!

In the era of cold weapons, no matter how strong the infantry is, it is a rabbit under the eagle's claws in front of the cavalry.

Modern people don't have a deep understanding of this, but people who have watched Spanish bullfighting programs may have a little understanding.

Brightly dressed knights rode braided steeds.

They even dared to stand face-to-face with the enraged bull, and then let the horse start at the moment the bull charged and attacked, deliberately keeping a distance of only one step, and slipping behind the bull.

A knight with good horse control skills can even greet the audience in the interval between pulling out the javelin and stabbing it on the back of the bull.

A bull that can't be knocked down by a dozen strong men is a meat target with the cooperation of one man and one horse!
The starting speed is not as fast as it is, and the moving speed is not as good as it. So what if I stand close to your face?

For humans, this advantage is even more terrifying.

The chance for infantry to cause damage to cavalry is only the moment when they get close, but cavalry is full of opportunities from beginning to end.

Therefore, Willis' wantonness and relaxation are taken for granted in his opinion.

This notion until Lan En looked back.

A pair of amber cat eyes, turned back from the man in the mud, looked at Willis.

The pupils of the cat's eyes were almost shrunk into a slit!

Willis didn't know how to describe his feeling. If he had to say it, it was like a big predatory cat in his chest, breathing against his heart.

The moment Willis started to charge, Lan En had already made his handprints.

Infantry can't touch cavalry. But the witcher has a sign!

"Alder."

Bang!
The air was squeezed by the sudden impetus, and Willis's horseshoe was knocked straight at the moment it was about to hit the ground!

So the weight of a whole horse on the ground is completely borne by the wrongly positioned hooves.

With a "click", pale bones pierced the flesh from the horse's calf.

The horse let out a groan of pain, and it began to roll its hundreds of kilograms of flesh on the beach.

When it stopped, the human knight who was caught in the rolling could no longer feel his lower body.

Willis' lumbar spine was broken.

In fact, if this is not tidal flats, but hard land, others have disappeared.

With a blank expression on his face, Lan En stepped on the mud to the side of the lump of flesh and blood.

"Wait, wait a minute! Sir, this is a mistake. Boom!"

A fist wrapped in a studded leather glove hit Willis in the side of the face.

The originally decent young man tried to justify something, but after this punch, half of his face was scraped off by the three-edged iron nail on Lan En's glove.

The severe pain prompts the body to secrete a large amount of painkilling hormones. The effect of this hormone is not long, but it is enough to make Willis groggy now.

After one punch, two crossbow arrows pierced the air again, but Lan En easily dodged them.

After being on guard, no one can hinder his movement, so these things can't hurt him at all.

One cavalryman, two crossbowmen.This was a more difficult battle than the siege of Boerdong.

But Boerdong didn't even have a way out at the time, so he could only fight recklessly.

Then he was killed.

But now, Lan En took advantage of Willis' carelessness and crippled him first. It took only a moment for this battle to go from the climax to the end.

Ordinary witchers simply don't have the ability to seize the moment when the horse's hoof hits the ground, and then release Alder enough to knock the horse's hoof off.

Their Alder's seal power is too scattered, and it may not even be able to make Marton hit the cavalry.

This is the first kill that can only be accomplished by Lan En's observation and control skills blessed by Mentos.

The demon hunter took a deep look at the road in the distance, which was the starting point of the crossbow.

But he didn't have time to kill it all, because Bernie was already bleeding profusely.

Before Lan En and the two crossbowmen finished entangled with the two crossbowmen at a distance of [-] meters, he might lose consciousness.

"Mentos, build up the emergency skill [Steering], call up and analyze Bernie's sailing movements in memory, and then instill them in me directly."

Pulling Willis by the neck, he was pulled out of his entangled flesh with the horse, and thrown onto the boat.

The corners of Lan En's eyes were stained with blood, but he didn't even wipe it off. He raised Bernie up and walked towards the boat.

Twist left and right twice, and the third round of crossbow arrows will be shot by the ear.

After this round, the crossbowmen on the opposite side were already afraid to shoot arrows.

"This will be very uncomfortable, sir. We have been with Bernie for too long, and it is estimated that the proficiency of [boat handling] skills should reach more than 70%!"

"Just do it."

Just went out in the morning, even after a night of rest after instilling 20% ​​proficiency, Lan En rubbed his head for a while.

But now, facing at least 70% proficiency instillation, he didn't even bat an eye!
Mentos does not have the authority to stop the master, and it also knows that with Lan En's will, it cannot be persuaded at this moment.

It's just that the underlying logic dictates that it must be reminded.

"Proficiency instillation begins."

Countless movement analyzes flooded into my mind, forcing Lan En's brain cells to remember and understand.

The amount of information was too large, and the activity of brain cells caused the temperature of his forehead to soar to 39 degrees.

Without the physical endurance of a demon hunter, this blow could kill someone.

But Lan En just paused while supporting Bernie to walk, and then walked again.

Cold sweat was flowing, and the muscles on his face were already twitching uncontrollably.

He felt like his brain was about to explode!
"Lan. Am I shot by an arrow?"

Everything happened so quickly that Bernie didn't react in a daze until he fell to the ground because of the arrow.

He wanted to increase his strength, but the position of the arrow seemed to open a hole in the reservoir, and all his strength was gone.

"Shut up, Bernie. I'm saving your life, and I'm very uncomfortable now, please stop talking nonsense!"

The eyes had doubled, but Lan's mouth still taunted Bernie ruthlessly.

"Ha, you can also swear. This is the second time you have been injured, tsk. Demon hunters are really disasters."

Bernie hadn't heard Lane swearing. In fact, Lane had always behaved more refined than a nobleman in Oridon.

The villagers even made up a rather dramatic life experience for him because of this.

Bernie's teasing doesn't affect Lane.

In pain, time passes very slowly.

Lane finally put Bernie on the boat, he held Bernie's hand on his stomach, and said through gritted teeth.

"Press it hard, it can suppress the bleeding, it depends on whether you can live."

Then turn around and push the boat into the lake.

My head was a mess, and during the first 2 minutes of steering, the boat was even spinning in place.

But even if the pain in the head is like this, the proficiency of the skills will still not be faked.

After 2 minutes, the boat's driving can be said to be in a good shape.

But that didn't put Lan in a good mood.

Because his head was still hurting, and Bernie wasn't in good shape.

At the beginning, this man looked like he was not afraid of anything, so he said nothing.

"I just said yesterday whether I want to disappear for a while, but I can't if I don't disappear today. I'm a crow's mouth."

But then, as the blood loss became more and more serious, his body became colder and weaker.

The teasing at the beginning was to comfort Lan En, to comfort his friends, and to comfort himself.

He has always been a man and doesn't want his friends to worry too much.

But now, an inescapable fear seized him.

His hands and feet started scratching and flapping in the boat, just trying to feel a little bit of existence.

He began to mutter the names of his family members inarticulately.

Lan En had no choice but to drag him to his side and let him hold the wound.

On the other side, step up and be proficient in [boat steering], and rush back to Auriden as soon as possible.

The journey back was not far away, and Lan got to know him very quickly. Ten minutes after Bernie shot two arrows, the witcher returned to the village with his friends.

But his eyes with double shadows were unable to pay attention at this time, and the pier in the village was already full of people.

Mrs. Downer was holding a small cloth bag, and sat down among the crowd in a dazed and powerless manner.

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