The footsteps and movement of the horses are both gentle. Although this small camp looks unguarded, in the land of Willen, unguarded people in the wild have turned into feces.
"Who's there?"
First there was a sound of steel colliding, and then a halberd protruded from the tarpaulin.
It lay flat at first, and then stood upright after the blade of the halberd came out of the tarpaulin.
What followed was a soldier who was trying to straighten his helmet.
The face is dark, but it is not caused by skin color or labor.
Lan En knew the answer when he glanced at it for the first time. It was a layer of black putty caused by the dust that was too lazy to clean mixed with sweat and grease.
The messy beard was unkempt, and Lan En had already led Poppy close by.
Looking at the tarp, there were two soldiers lying around holding the storage box to get up.
The black-faced soldier who was the first to ask became impatient, so he repeated it again.
"In the name of Sir Veserad, stranger, tell me who you are and what you are doing here"
Lan lowered his eyelids and did not answer, but asked instead One sentence.
"Veserad, you are loyal to Lord Willen"
"Bang bang, this is not obvious"
The black-faced soldier knocked The white lily emblem of Temeria on his breastplate looked natural.
In fact, calling that piece of armor "breastplate" is a bit reluctant.
Unlike the soldiers under Philip Strenger, those experienced soldiers who came off the battlefield basically all have a set of Temerian-style armor. Pictures to be posted later
Although it cannot be called high-end, it is still a complete set of armor lined with chain mail, with a large piece of plate armor attached to the upper body, and steel protective gear for the hands, feet, and knees.
But the armor of the soldier in front of him was a set of tattered cotton armor, barely covered by a curved iron plate in front of his abdomen.
The quality of the cotton armor is not even as good as Lan En’s initial equipment.
Compared with standard armor, it is not on the same level.
Lan En quickly raised his eyes, then lowered them again.
At least the imprint is correct.
The young man also wanted to understand why Veserad's soldiers appeared here.
Philip Strenger's squad of professional soldiers, under Weeserad, are positioned akin to an elite unit.
But if a lord wants to maintain control of his territory, an elite team is not enough.
A large number of "scumbag soldiers" like the soldiers in front of them are the lord's tentacles to rule Velen.
Set up strongholds in each village. Each stronghold does not need to be large, so three or four people are enough. Then they will move around regularly and distribute salary and supplies.
This combined team of hundreds or thousands of people is the largest force under Veserad.
They don’t have to be strong;There is no need to be good at fighting, or even brave, but as long as they exist, it means that Veserad's rule over Velen is stable.
To be honest, these guys may only go to the crow's nest four or five times in their lifetime
They are far different from Philip's professional soldiers who can live and eat with the lord.
The Chase Shop in Crow's Nest Castle is a dormitory for professional soldiers.
"A passerby, sir. I don't mean any harm, but I have a child missing near here. Have you noticed?"
Lan En didn't want the other party to see his eyes, otherwise a racially charged atmosphere may create unnecessary trouble for the conversation.
The black-faced soldier looked at the two swords behind Lan En absently, and the halberd pole was pressed against the ground and held in his arms.
Two other soldiers equipped with swords and shields also stood behind him.
Under all circumstances, the black-faced soldier seemed to relax.
"Children have never seen it before. Apart from farmers who grow flowers, there are no people here."
He tilted his head and spit out thick phlegm.
"You are really out of your mind to come here looking for a child."
"Maybe, goodbye."
Lan En nodded indifferently and prepared Turned and left.
White's golden forty-eight hours were passing by minute by minute, and he had no time to waste.
But just as Lan En turned around with Poppy in hand, the voice of the black-faced soldier came again.
"Wait"
Lan En's lowered eyelids raised slightly.
How to describe the tone of the black-faced soldier
With a smile, but this smile is not friendly at all, but a joking smile.
The malice was unabashed and invaded like thick black mud.
Something hard and sharp pushed against the vest behind him.
That is the blade of the halberd.
"Hey, passer-by. We are soldiers under Sir Veserad. Do you know how hard we work to protect the safety of Willen?"
"You Don't you think you should be grateful to us for walking, making money, and living on this land?"
The halberd blade gently touched Lan En's back as if negotiating.
But the young demon hunter knew that if he didn't want to "discuss", it would not be as simple as "butting up" next time.
Behind the black-faced soldier, the two sword-and-shield soldiers seemed to be amused by Lan En's motion of standing still, and laughed unbridled.
This cheerful atmosphere created by wanton oppression and taking a dominant position 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 doesn't want to cause trouble.
At least not now.
White may die at any time, he may be sold away even if he's not dead. If he doesn't want to be lost, he must seize every minute.
At this already very tense time, he should not conflict with the lord's men.
The most important thing is that Lan En wants to control himself.
Try not to get angry, try to contain your anxiety and anger, these emotions will only do bad things, only bad things
"Breathe"
The sound of gasping behind you From the perspective of the black-faced soldier, it even more represents cowardice and panic.
Lan reached out and rummaged through the saddle bag on Poppy's back, and he handed a package behind him.
"Sir, you are right. You have worked hard. There are two roast chickens, a jar of berries and raspberries, and a few pieces of bread. Just treat it like I'm inviting you to dinner. Take it."
The black-faced soldier smiled "hehe", and a sword and shield soldier beside him stretched out his hand and pulled the package away from Lan En's hand.
After opening it, take a deep breath intoxicatedly.
"Oh, fresh roasted chicken and fruit-fucking marinated meat, I almost puked after eating it."
Lan En turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him, he raised his hands, and slowly He turned around and faced the three of them.
"Sir, can I leave? I still have to find the child."
But he did not see a satisfied expression on that disgusting black face. On the contrary, greed is rising.
The blade of the halberd pressed against his heart again, and this time the black face pushed the blade further forward.
His head tilted on Poppy's back.
"Continue"
"Continue taking out"
Lan En licked his lips without saying anything.
A change of clothes, dried fish, and water bladders filled with wine were all delivered to the three of them.
The three soldiers turned over their harvests with joy and surprise, laughing so hard that they couldn't even open their mouths from ear to ear.
Lan En said calmly, "Can I go?"
The three people looked up from their joy, and all of them sneered contemptuously at Lan En.
Amidst the strong sarcasm and disdain, their greedy eyes turned to Lan En again.
The black-faced soldier picked up his halberd again, as if it was the most intimidating weapon in the world.
"Sword, wallet, and armor, all taken off"
The voice was more confident than it was ten seconds ago.
Lan En exhaled slowly but stopped moving.
Seeing that Lan En did not give in, the black-faced soldier seemed to have been greatly insulted, so he pushed Lan En's chest with the blade of his halberd.
"Are you deaf if I ask you to take it off?"
Lan En pursed his lips, twisted his neck, and lowered his raised hands, coldly looking at each other.
"I am deaf to you"
The black-faced soldier was furious. He was really insulted.
So he simply pushed the halberd to make a hole in Lan En's chest.
But a purple magical light flashed, and something unexpected appeared on the ground.A circle of magic runes appeared.
The black-faced soldier could cut Lan En's heart and lungs out as long as he advanced a few inches. Normally, it didn't even take a moment, but at this time, it took an inexplicable long time.
The Seal of Arden, a range-based hysteresis trap.
The enemy's sluggish movements provide ample reaction time.
Lan En pursed his lips, pushed the halberd blade crooked with one hand and immediately stepped forward
"Bang"
A halberd with a The fist of the nail-studded leather glove hit the center of the black face
The jaw was deformed and shattered under the tremendous force. The teeth flew out of the gums one by one.
The fleshy facial features were squeezed into a pile by the fist
There was no scream, the scream was suppressed in the throat by this punch
The black-faced soldier who stood up to 1.67 meters almost lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by a fist
The back of his head hit a stone, and it was red and white. It sprayed out and dyed it into a piece.
Then, amid the drawing of blood, Lan En, whose eyes were stained with blood, slowly raised his head.
The pair of cat eyes looked at the other two sword and shield soldiers who were already frightened.
Pull out the fist stuck in his face
It took two minutes for Lan En's bloody hands to pack his luggage again.
"You just lost control, sir."
Mentos spoke in his head.
Lan En admitted this calmly.
"Well, I lost control."
"Do you need me to make a new plan? I'm worried that you won't be able to stay rational and face emergencies."
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"No, no need, Mentos."
The young man's tone was calm.
"If you lose control, then lose control. Anyway, there is only one plan for the next step."
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