Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 96 96. Visiting Again
In fact, even if Berengar had never been far from the battle, the result was not much different.

Of the eight crossbow bolts that flew over, six of them were aimed at the space around the demon hunter's body to block his movement.

Only two are pointing to the body.

Belengal's leather armor is typical witcher gear.

Witchers of other schools don't wear heavy armor at all in order to fight monsters.

Because flexibility is more important than protection in the battle against monsters.

His set of armor combined the design concepts of the wolf school, leaving a lot of space for the potions and bombs they are very good at.

But it was these vacancies that made it impossible for Berengar to even have a piece of plate armor on his body.

And the potions and alchemy bombs, which were supposed to be full, were more than half expired due to long-term neglect, leaving them empty.

So after the [Quen Seal] was breached for the first time, two crossbow arrows directly pierced Berengar's body.

The sound of the arrow entering the flesh is very slight, but the effect is remarkable.

Berengar's arm holding the sword, because of the angle, was worn from the forearm to his stomach.

Another crossbow bolt was buried directly in his right thigh.

Bleeding.

"Fuck!"

Berengar was like a raging beast, screaming on the ground while struggling to stand up.

And around the greenhouse, a group of dark figures came out from a distance at this time.

They deliberately stayed far away from here, only aiming with bows and arrows, and the senses of the demon hunters in Berengar did not feel them at all.

The leader approached the struggling witcher on the ground.

It was a short and strong man, accompanied by two hounds.

"I knew that the demon hunter would not let go, so I waited here, but... interesting! Another demon hunter got involved in this matter, what? You lone rangers, do you have a secret connection? "

The short and stout man spoke in amazement. As he spoke, he stepped on Berengar's leg as if he didn't see the way clearly.

The shaft of the arrow was trampled crookedly, and the arrowhead left in the flesh was severely gouged out.

Berengar could feel the sound of the arrow's steel scraping against the bone!
"Ah! Ah!!!"

This kind of pain is unbearable even for a demon hunter, and the screams resounded in the silent night sky.

The veins on Berengar's neck were bulging due to the severe pain, and he struggled to crawl farther away.

But the two hounds opened their mouths and bit the demon hunter's arm and shoulder without the owner's orders at all.

The sharp teeth pulled at his flesh and dragged him to the man's feet.

"The bastard! The bastard trafficker!"

Berengar used his remaining arms to smash and pat, but the two hunting dogs would not let go, and the more they beat, the more fierce they became.

But soon, the demon hunter lost even this little bit of resistance.

Because a foot stepped on his face, crushing his face into the pool of blood on the ground.

The owner of that foot "persuaded" Berengar in a tone that seemed to be joking among friends.

"Brother, put the fire away. What do you think you are angry with the two beasts? It's not worth hurting your body!"

As he said this, the mouth of the hound biting his arm made a crisp sound of "click".

It gnawed off Berengar's arm bone.

The witcher opened his mouth wide on the ground, but the pain was so great that he couldn't make a sound, his eyes were wide open.

The arched body was like a dead fish flopping, but it was crushed down by more forceful feet and could not move.

"It seems to be a bit different from that witcher."

With a short and stocky figure, Ubank looked around at the witcher at his feet.

"Fortunately, I also learned about your mutants. They have good noses and ears. It's very useful to shoot arrows from a distance. Even if it's that demon hunter, he shouldn't be able to survive if he is tied up like a hedgehog. The two of you The gap is nothing compared to a dozen crossbow machines."

"Tsk tsk tsk, in order to kill the demon hunter who wanted to tear my throat out, I pulled out such a team under the pressure of the boss. Although I didn't catch him this time, with you here, it can be regarded as giving to the boss Evidence of a 'witcher threat'."

Berengar looked up at Ubank's face with cannibalistic eyes.

But the head-eater has no nerves about it.

"Nice eyes, man. But honestly, you're no threat."

"People like you may be filled with righteous indignation, or you may want to prove the value of your life for a while, so you ran out to fight for justice. But I know people like you too well."

"As long as I hide, I don't even have to hide for a few years. It only takes ten days and a half months. Your fire will go down. Even if we meet by chance in a tavern, you can hold back your hand that wants to draw your sword."

Stepping on Berengar's face, Ubank knelt down and looked him in the eyes with a smile.

"You are not the kind of people who have the courage to pursue it to the end. The words you will most comfort yourself with are 'it's over'. But that witcher is different."

Speaking of the figure who stood alone against the pressure of a camp in the dark night, never retreating, not afraid, and never dying, the smile that always hangs on Ubank's face is in a mood that he can't even notice. slowly disappears.

"I don't know why that demon hunter isn't afraid. He's not afraid of the gap in numbers, or the forces behind him. It can even be said that he doesn't care at all!"

"That kind of person, even after decades, I'm lying on the bed half dead, and I'm going to die in the next second. He will definitely come to collect my debts with a sword in his hand! Even if I don't know at all, what do I have to do with him There is no reason to keep dying, but I can tell by looking at his eyes that he will definitely do this."

"That's deterrence, man. That's why I brought dozens of people and a dozen crossbow machines here in the middle of the night."

"If I don't kill him, I won't be able to live in peace for the rest of my life!"

Ubank moved his foot away from Berengar's face, tilted his head, and the two hounds let go of their mouths obediently, and ran behind him.

Two people stepped out of the dark figure, one was about to drag the half-dead demon hunter away.

One walked straight towards the head-eater.

Whisper against the side of his shaved head.

After whispering, Ubank's eyes burst into surprise.

"It's good luck, the crossbow is on the string, let's run again."

"Walk to the trade zone."

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In the hotel, Lan En was sitting in the lobby waiting for his dinner with Alia.

The hooded cloak was very conspicuous, but the boss was very confident in the security of the trade area and didn't care about Lan En's sneaky attire.

The back kitchen moved quickly, and it didn't take long for a large plate of food to be brought to the table in front of Lan En.

"Sir, you can eat here or take it back to your room. Our staff will collect the tableware in the morning."

The boss's voice has a routine tiredness, and he thinks he says this kind of words a hundred or eighty times a day.

Lan En nodded, suddenly pointed to a glass of red wine on the dinner plate, and asked.

"I don't remember this being included with the meals at the accommodation."

"It was from someone else, sir."

The young man just wanted to ask, he has no relatives or reason here, and the sorceresses also know that they want to covertly act, so who will give him drinks.

But the next moment, a palm patted on Lan En's shoulder, causing the cat's eyes under his hood to shrink suddenly.

Then came a familiar, chilling voice.

"Relax, relax, my friend."

A half-bald head appeared in front of Lan En with a smile.

"It is the basic etiquette for businessmen to offer customers a drink when they visit."

Gaunt O'Dim.

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