Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 50. Chapter 50
The footsteps and movements of the horses were not light. Although this small camp seemed unguarded, in the land of Waylon, unsuspecting people in the wild had already turned into feces.

"Who's there?"

First there was the sound of steel clashing, and then a halberd protruded from inside the tarpaulin.

At the beginning, it was laid flat, and it didn't stand upright until the blade of the halberd came out of the tarpaulin.

Followed by a soldier who was trying to straighten his helmet.

The face is dark, but not from skin color or labor.

Lan En had the answer when he scanned it for the first time. It was a layer of black putty caused by the mixture of dust, sweat, and grease that he didn't bother to clean.

The messy beard was not taken care of, and Lan En had already led Poppy closer.

Glancing at the tarpaulin, there are two sprawling soldiers who are holding the storage box to get up.

The black-faced soldier who asked first became impatient, and he repeated it again.

"In the name of Sir Weatherard! Stranger, tell me who you are and what you are here for?"

Lan En lowered his eyelids, and instead of answering, he asked a rhetorical question.

"Weeserad? Are you loyal to Lord Velen?"

"Bang bang, isn't this obvious?"

The black-faced soldier tapped the white lily emblem of Temeria on his breastplate, with a natural look on his face.

In fact, calling that piece of armor a "cuirass" is a bit of a stretch.

Unlike the soldiers under Philip Strenger, those experienced soldiers who came down from the battlefield basically all wore Temerian armor. (Picture later)

Although it can't be called high-end, it is still a chain mail lining, a large plate armor is hung on the upper body, and a complete set of armor is equipped with steel protectors on the hands, feet, and knees.

But the armor of the soldier in front of him is a set of tattered cotton armor as the base, and only a curved iron plate barely covers the front of the abdomen.

The quality of the cotton armor was not even as good as Lan En's initial equipment.

Compared with the standard armor, it is not on the same level.

Lan En quickly raised his eyes, then lowered them again.

At least the mark was correct.

The young man also wanted to understand why Vesselard's soldiers appeared here.

Philip Strenger's squad of professional soldiers was positioned as an elite unit under Wesselard.

But if a lord wants to maintain control over his territory, an elite squad is not enough.

A large number of "scumbag soldiers" like the soldiers in front of them are the tentacles of the lord ruling Velen.

Set up strongholds in each village, each stronghold does not need to be many, it is enough to assign three or four people, and then move regularly to distribute salary supplements.

This team of hundreds to thousands of people is the largest force under Wesselard's command.

They don't have to be strong, good at fighting, or even brave, but as long as they exist, it means that Vesselard's rule over Velen is stable.

To be honest, these guys might be able to go to the crow's nest four or five times in their lifetime?
It is far from Philip's professional soldiers who can eat and live with the lord.

The Datong Shop in Crow's Nest Castle is a dormitory for professional soldiers.

"A passer-by, sir. I mean no harm, but a child of mine has disappeared around here. Have you noticed?"

Lan En didn't want the other party to see his eyes, otherwise the racist atmosphere might bring unnecessary trouble to the conversation.

The black-faced soldier looked absently at the two swords on Lan En's back, and he held the halberd shaft against the ground in his arms.

Two other soldiers equipped with swords and shields also stood behind him.

Under various circumstances, the black-faced soldiers seemed to relax.

"Children? I haven't seen it. Besides the flower farmers, where else is there? Bah-"

He tilted his head, spitting thick phlegm.

"Come here to find a child, you are really out of your mind."

".Maybe, bye."

Lan En nodded indifferently, and was about to turn around and leave.

White's golden 48 hours were ticking by and he had no time to waste.

But just as Lan En led Popai and turned around, the voice of the black-faced soldier came again.

"and many more."

Lan En raised his drooping eyelids slightly.

How should I describe the tone of the black-faced soldier?

With a smile, but this smile is not friendly, but a playful smile.

The malice was undisguised, attacking like sticky black mud.

There was something hard and sharp pushing against the vest behind him.

It was the blade of the halberd.

"Hey, passers-by. We are soldiers under Sir Weatherard. Do you know how much effort we have put in to keep Waylon safe?"

"You walk on this land, make money, live. Don't you think you should thank us? Huh?"

The halberd blade gently pushed against Lan En's back as if discussing.

But the young witcher knew that if he didn't want to "negotiate", it would not be as simple as "topping" the next time it poked it out.

Behind the black-faced soldier, the two sword-and-shield soldiers seemed amused by Lan En's motionless motion, and laughed unscrupulously.

This kind of cheerful atmosphere generated by wanton oppression and dominance in violent activities naturally also affected the black-faced soldiers holding halberds.

His halberd blade stretched forward a few inches.

Lan En turned his back to the three of them and took a deep breath.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

At least not now.

White may die at any time, and he may be sold away if he is not dead. If you don't want to be lost, you must seize every minute and every second!

At this very tense time, I shouldn't have conflicts with the lord's subordinates.

Most importantly - Lane wants to control himself.

Try not to get angry, try to restrain your anxiety and anger, these emotions will only cause bad things, only bad things.
"breath-breath-"

From the perspective of the black-faced soldiers behind him, the panting sounds more cowardly and flustered.

Lan En reached out and rummaged through the saddle bag on Popie's back, and he handed a package behind him.

"Sir, you are right. You have worked hard. Here are two roast chickens, a can of berries and raspberries, and a few loaves of bread. Just treat everyone as my invitation to dinner, and take it."

The black-faced soldier smiled "hehe", and a sword and shield soldier beside him reached out and grabbed the package from Lan En's hand.

After opening it, I took a deep breath intoxicated.

"Woohoo! Fresh grilled chicken and fruit! I'm about to throw up on the fucking bacon."

Lan En turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him. He raised his hands and slowly turned to face the three of them.

"Sir, can I go? I have to find the child."

But he didn't see a satisfied expression on that disgusting black face. On the contrary, his greed was rising.

The blade of the long halberd was pressed against the heart again, this time the black face pushed the blade further forward.

His head tilted on Poppy's back.

"continue!"

"Keep digging!"

Lan En licked his lips with his tongue, but said nothing.

A change of clothes, dried fish, and a water bag containing wine were all sent to the three of them.

The three soldiers fiddled with their gains happily and pleasantly, laughing from ear to ear.

Lan En said calmly, "Can I go?"

The three raised their heads from joy, and simultaneously sneered at Lan En.

And amidst the strong sarcasm and disdain, their greedy eyes turned to Lan En again.

The black-faced soldier raised his halberd again, as if it was the most powerful weapon in the world.

"Sword, wallet, armor, all off!"

That voice was more confident than ten seconds ago.

Lan En let out a breath slowly, but didn't move.

Seeing that Lan En did not give in, the black-faced soldier seemed to have been greatly insulted, so he wanted to push Lan En's chest with his halberd.

"I let you unload! Are you deaf?"

Lan En pursed his lips, twisted his neck, lowered his raised hands, and looked at the other party coldly.

"I'm deaf your mother*!"

The black-faced soldiers were furious!This is really insulting.

So he simply pushed the halberd to punch a hole in Lan En's chest.

But a purple magic aura flashed, and a circle of magic runes suddenly appeared on the ground.

The black-faced soldier could cut Lan En's heart and lungs apart by only advancing a few inches. Normally, it didn't even take a moment to move, but now it took an inexplicably long time.

Arden's seal, a range of hysteresis trap.

Enemy's sluggish movements allow plenty of reaction time.

Lan En pursed his lips, pushed the halberd blade crookedly with one hand, and immediately rushed forward!

"Bang!!!"

A fist in a studded leather glove!It hit the middle of that black face!
The jaws were deformed and shattered under the tremendous force.Teeth flew out of the gums one by one.

The fleshy facial features were squeezed into a pile by fists!
There is no scream, the scream will be suppressed in the throat by this punch!

The black-faced soldier who stood up to 1.6 meters seven lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by the fist!

The back of the head just hit the stone, and red and white sprayed out, dyeing it all.

Then, in the drawing of blood, Lan En, with blood on the corner of his eye, slowly raised his head.

Those cat eyes looked at the other two sword and shield soldiers who were already startled.

Pull out the fist stuck in the face
After 2 minutes, Lan En adjusted his luggage again with bloody hands.

"You just lost control, sir."

Mentos spoke in his head.

And Lan En calmly admitted this.

"Well, I'm out of control."

"Do I need to make a new plan? I'm worried that you won't be able to maintain your sanity and face unexpected situations."

"No, no, Mentos."

The young man's tone was calm.

"If you get out of control, you can get out of control. Anyway, there is only one plan for the future."

"Kill everyone who wants to kill me."

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