Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 58. The Necklace Trembling
".It's embarrassing."

Lan En flicked the greasy blood on the glove, frowned and whispered.

"I don't know how to make a person die silently and quickly, and I don't know how to make a person die without bleeding too violently. If it wasn't for the smell of the sea, I couldn't hide the blood all over my body. live."

"Skill analysis - [Assassination], the current proficiency is 1%
In skill analysis - [Stealth], the current proficiency is 4%"

"Sir, the logic of the connotation of these two skills is far more complicated than imagined. Without the guidance of personnel, the cost of learning will be high, but now is not the time to struggle."

"That's right, Mentos."

Lan En fixed the torch on the fence of the camp. With the current lighting environment, as long as the corpse was slightly away from the light source, nothing could be seen.

"Don't worry about what you don't have, let's continue."

Lane continued to go deep into the camp. In order to achieve the cleanup goal suggested by Mentos, he was going to kill some of the active patrols first.

10 minute later.

In the dim moonlight and firelight, Lan En squatted behind an empty tent, and his ears heard footsteps approaching.

After silently calculating, Lan En got up and stretched out his hand the moment the patrol personnel passed by the tent.

Still covering the opponent's mouth and nose with his palm, this time he used a method that would not cause bleeding.

With a "crack", the other party's face turned to the back.

His cervical spine was directly twisted.

Lan En followed the previous example and fixed the torch on the camp building.

This will stop the torch from moving, but it's better than losing many light sources in the camp for no reason.

The near-death struggle was much smaller this time, because the cervical spine was broken, and the body was no longer under the control of the brain.

But the residual nerve electrical signal still made the opponent's body twitch for a long time before stopping.

Lan En let out a breath of turbid air lightly, and the dark black eye sockets frowned.

In terms of [Assassination] technology, it is still not ideal.

He had already dealt with seven more enemies in this way after abandoning the dagger.

But he still didn't know how to break the human cervical spine with less effort, he just used a brute force.

But this made him equivalent to a series of direct wrestling with seven middle-aged men who had sufficient meat intake.

There is no technicality, and there is no quick kill in sword fighting, basically pure physical fitness.

Although he could win, as a demon hunter, he was already starting to breathe a little.

"Whew - when I kill all these bastards, I appointed to find a master to learn from!"

"Mentos, put this on the memo."

Lan En calmed down and gave orders to Zhinao in his mind.

His tone reveals a seldom relaxed in these two days.

Strenuous exercise will speed up blood flow to the brain, making people feel that their thinking is jumping.

Moreover, Lan En not only felt his thoughts leaping, but as he killed seven patrol officers one after another, his position was getting closer and closer to the dark prison area.

White should be right there!

Not far away!
The young witcher suppressed the impatience and excitement in his heart as he approached his target, and groped into a tent with people.

In the dark tent lay three sleeping men.

Animal skins covered with straw are considered a bed, and inferior long swords, sticks, and spears are placed beside the bed, within easy reach.

"Trust" within a criminal group is a fairy tale. Everyone is a villain without a bottom line. Who can trust whom?
The first one is to twist and break the neck directly.

A slight twitch and gasp woke the approaching man, but in the tent Lane didn't think the bleeding would go unnoticed.

So the dagger directly slashed across the man's throat, leaving a deep cut with bone visible.

In order to ensure that he could not make a sound, Lan En used more force than usual, trying to cut the trachea and vocal cords together.

The blood sprayed from the throat rushed directly to the roof of the tent!
Lan En directly put his weight of more than 150 kilograms on the three people sideways, using it to suppress their near-death struggle.

The third person was also wiped on the neck by the dagger during the pounce.

In the indistinct darkness, the tent's tarpaulin tumbled for more than a dozen seconds before returning to calm again.

Lan En, who was sprayed with blood all over his head and face, walked out of the tent wiping his forehead.

That's how technology is substandard.

Embarrassment was inevitable, but at least the goal was accomplished.

I have cleared ten armed men, even in the worst case-there are fifty people in the camp now.

I am also about to achieve the goal of "clearing one-third".

Immediately, I can take White and get out of the body, and then go to inform Philip, turn around and hack all the traffickers and cannibals to death!

Lan En's teeth clenched without realizing it.

For this group that cannibalizes, kidnaps, seriously injures Bernie, and kidnaps White, his killing intent is so great that he can't even see clearly.

Almost half of the crescent camp has been secretly cleared.

If you want more gains, you will inevitably approach the big tent in the center of the camp.

"Head Eater", I don't know the details of this person, if I can slip away without alarming him, that would be great.

Maybe in this magical world, this guy made a name for himself by eating human heads?

Bosses on TV usually have two hands, right?
Lan En didn't want to get into trouble at this critical moment.

So the young man decided to stick to the prison area and go directly to the other side of the crescent-shaped camp, traveling from north to south in terms of direction.

The lighting conditions here gave him that confidence.

Slowly approaching the prison area composed of wooden cages, Lan En's low-light vision allowed him to see the situation inside the wooden cage.

The big cage is put together with the small cage, and most of the big cages house a group of children.

This group of children upholds Willen's usual standard of living, and they are sallow and thin. Even if they are detained in groups, they are not a threat.

The children were terrified.

And in the small cages that serve as compartments, most of them are inhuman adults who have been tortured.

Some have been cut off with parts of their limbs, while others are already corpses, just piled up there.

It's like a butcher's butcher's block of meat for buyers to browse.

Lan En frowned and walked past the piles of wooden cages.

The darkness here is extremely deep, and the movement of Lan En's walking has always been well controlled.

Although the people in the wooden cage are close, they should not be able to see him.

This is to prevent the imprisoned from getting too excited and shouting.

Lan En didn't even dare to think about what this group of people had gone through. It was likely that most of them had a mental breakdown.

If he was discovered by them now, losing his mind and yelling would be just one of many conjectures that wasn't too bad.

Before I can save them, I might as well let them know nothing.

But just as Lan En walked quietly past a small cage in a cubicle.

"Witcher?"

A weak voice came from the cage, and the voice seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm or blood in its throat.

So vague that people can't even distinguish between men and women.

Lan En's cat's eyes suddenly shrank, and he turned sharply to stare at the people in the cage.

With the current lighting environment, even a demon hunter can't see what this guy is without taking drugs? !

It seems to be a professional habit, Lan En first thought of monsters.

There are quite a few monsters that can talk, and those captured alive are very valuable. It seems possible that human traffickers can make a fortune part-time.

The young demon hunter only hoped that this rescue operation, which was already tense enough, would not cause a monster to make trouble at such a critical moment.

But fortunately, under the eyes of the [cat], Lan En was sure that it was really just a person.

"Really a witcher? Ha! Go, good luck!"

As he got closer, Lan En suddenly felt the roaring bear head necklace on his neck making a "crackling" sound.

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