Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 5 5. Attack!

With a "click", the cold silver sword cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

After carefully wiping the dirt off the sword with an oilcloth, the bearded burly man put it back into the scabbard with a bang.

The monsters entrenched in this magical mist have been completely wiped out.

This task was just like Boerdong's own prediction, saving effort, ease, and money.

Seventeen evil spirits, if he was asked to kill them head-on.Then in the face of the crowd of monsters that surrounded him, even this armor of the Xiong School couldn't stand it.

Minor injuries at best.

Moreover, it would cost at least thirty oren to repair the armor, and ten oren to wear out the blade of the silver sword. If you drank potions and applied sword oil, it would be another expense.

In the work of a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the cost.

But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.

Tightening the buckles of the armor that were slightly loose due to the movement, Boerdong raised his unmoving cat eyes and looked at his "apprentice".

He was holding on to the unusable Velen longsword right now, gasping for breath.

"Adjust your breathing." Bo Erdong said in a commanding tone.

"Our emotions are wiped out by the mutation process, and we will not be afraid. But the body's crisis instinct will still explode, adrenaline soars, and physical strength floods. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our body can recover quickly."

There was no sweat on Lan En's drooping head at all, but there was a little bit of surprise under the invisible shadow of Bo Erdong.

This is the "mentor", the rare teaching of common sense.

On weekdays, in order to improve the ease of use of his "apprentice", he has always only worked hard on combat courses.

It seems that this time, I really saved him a lot of money.

Lan En analyzed in his heart.

And when he brushed his forehead with his palm like wiping sweat, he raised his head.It turned into that expression like ice cubes again.

Like most people in this school.

"understood."

He responded to his mentor's teachings, and made his already undisturbed breathing more obvious.

Then he consciously pulled out the hunting dagger and began to cut off the ears of evil ghosts. These were the mission certificates.

Boldon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemy materials from the monster.

He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and at present, he has no intention of teaching it.

"This fog was not made by the mist demon, and it has nothing to do with the evil ghost. Have we completed the entrustment of that village?"

Lan En cut off an evil ghost's long ear with a "stab", and the smelly blood was splashed on the ground.

The fundamental intention of the village's commission was to re-harvest valuable fungi, but now the magic fog has not even been figured out, let alone dispelled.

The monster is gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

"It has nothing to do with us." Bo Erdong said lightly.

"The corpse of the monster is the certificate for us to receive the money. There are no monsters in this fog now, and we need to collect the money after we finish the work. There is no deception."

After all, his eyes glanced at Lan En's long sword.

"Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't see it. You can't even hold a sword. And stabbing evil ghosts in the stomach is a joke that even farmers know, and that doesn't affect their counterattack before they lose too much blood. That is to say, you are lucky. The two took the initiative to send their heads to the tip of your sword, so that you only have to face a monster dragged down by a corpse, otherwise your hand holding the sword would have been torn alive."

"I will give you another sword, but you owe me ten oren."

Ten Oren.

Even if half of the coating on the silver sword of the Xiong School was worn away, the repair cost would only be ten Oren!

What Lan En got would probably be another cheap Weren longsword.

Its market price is generally two to three Oren.

But Lan En didn't care about anything on his face, and accepted the deal calmly.

Counting the cost of the mutation potion, he already owed his mentor more than four hundred Oren.

In fact, this arrears is also the basis for Boerdong to tie himself by his side as a "pathfinder".

As for Lane himself, does he agree?That's not really important.

But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bo Erdong, not only would he have to face the risks of monsters and missions, but he would probably have to carry usury for the rest of his life.

Witchers are long-lived and rarely experience physical decline with age.

Then the usury in Bordeaux will probably be on Lan En's head for hundreds of years!
No one likes to feel owed money, least of all Lane.

The sound of chopping meat and the sound of bloodletting from ruptured blood vessels lasted for a while.

The stench of monster blood wafted far away.

Boerdong has harvested all the valuable alchemy materials from the evil ghost, including sharp claws, liver, heart and so on.

But on the other hand, his apprentice didn't even finish cutting off his ears abnormally.

There was a constant clatter of clanging noises, annoying to the witcher's keen senses.

"What are you dawdling about?"

The man asked without emotion, he didn't want to waste time.

The two of them had been in this fog for more than 20 minutes, and even with the poison resistance of a witcher, there was already a burning sensation in the respiratory tract.

Lan En, who had his back to him, seemed to be still busy with something.

"I'm trying to hold the sword in Velen. I can't live without a weapon."

This is a perfectly normal statement.

No one dared to go out empty-handed in this area, it would be too long.

But Bo Erdong didn't care about rationality, and his voice became colder and colder.

"I said, I will give you a hand. Now, immediately, let me go."

The busy figure with his back turned to him froze first, then lowered his head and nodded.

And in front of Lan En, he didn't repair the cross gauntlet at all, he just made noise on the gauntlet!

"27 minutes, it can only be delayed until now."

Compared to Boldon, Lan En's body has just become a witcher, his resistance to poison is even worse, and his respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs are as painful as if they were being roasted by fire.

Right now, there are two bright red bloodstains flowing down from his nasal cavity.

But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.

"enough."

Standing up, Lan En wiped off the red blood under his nose, facing the mentor who was already close to him and looking down.

"Teacher, we can go."

"Your sword." Bo Erdong didn't move, just staring at the apprentice's cat eyes. "Is it fixed?"

"You didn't teach me, so my efforts just now were in vain."

Lan En replied bluntly. He looked at his mentor without any avoidance, and his unwavering expression was exactly the same as that of Paul Dong.

The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned his head and walked out of the fog.

Lane followed.

Walking out of the fog, the two of them took a deep breath at the same time.

Demon hunters are highly resistant to poison, but the body's desire for clean air is instinctive.

In the process of walking out, Lan En maintained a gap of one step behind Boerdong.

He has been observing his teacher.

The first breath of fresh air, even the Xiong School whose feelings have been most seriously killed, is simply enjoying the healthy air under the instinctive reaction at this time.

But followed by a second bite.

"Huh-huh. Huh!?"

As if sensing something from his keen sense of smell, Bo Erdong's unmoving face suddenly frowned at this moment.

This smell is. Someone is around!

Lan En took a step back in silence.

Then "whoosh"! *2
Two flying arrows head straight for Boerdong's face!

"what!!!"

Exhale and let out a sound, the strong man with beard is now ferocious like a monster!
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