Lan En shook off the blood drops on the Bear School steel sword, wiped it clean with a rag and put it back into the scabbard behind his back.
There were corpses all over the ground, just like the first small camp he traced through scent.
"This is the fourth one, which should be enough."
The young witcher muttered to himself.
Mentos in his mind confirmed his estimate.
"The probability of 73, sir. It's big enough."
"After all, they set up sentries on a two-day shift basis, and they can't use smoke in order to avoid people's eyes and ears." Early warning, it is impossible to achieve the effect of quickly transmitting information, it is just interception and warning."
"Clearing four sentries is enough to ensure the smooth flow of this channel."
After speaking, Mentos added something rigorously.
"Of course, this probability only takes effect after you actually successfully save someone. And as you get injured and affect your action efficiency, this probability will drop off a cliff."
< p>"I understand, but you also know that such words do not scare me."The dense woods rustled, and among the swaying branches and leaves, the footsteps of the witcher sounded, and he His back slowly disappeared into the shade of the trees again.
All the way downhill.
Relying on the information obtained through torture at the four sentry posts, Lan En already had a rough understanding of their base camp, the secret port.
The standing number of people ranges from forty to fifty, some of them are members of the cannibal group, but some are unknown to the cannibals.
According to them, "This is a buyer found by the Head Eater. The business is huge, so it is normal for them to send a group of people to follow."
Thinking of this, Lan En sneered.
The cannibals must have lost their minds to believe this.
Most of the cannibals who are the main force in the business are sent to outlying posts, and a small number are only allowed to return to the port when they take a break.
This is called "sending waves to follow", which is basically treating the cannibals as wage earners
But for the demon hunters, these are not top priority.
Anyone who abducts children or cannibals deserves death.
Lan En's traveling speed was planned, and he followed the enemy's confession to arrive at this base camp just when the sky was getting dark.
The peripheral defense here was not as complete as expected, which allowed Lan En to hunch down and look through the trees at some scenes in the camp.
Presumably, they have set up many sentries around the perimeter.
Human resources are also precious resources. It is outrageous that a criminal gang with hundreds of people can exist in Willen.
The resources of an organization are limited, and it is normal to consider one thing at the expense of another and weigh the pros and cons.
"The situation is far more optimistic than expected. Mentos, it seems that the two of us don't have to fight."
The amber cat-eye machineTurning quickly.
The area of the camp is not large, about 300 square meters.
A small port was built near the sea, and several small boats that could swim in the shoals were docked there.
It is estimated that the freight method they adopt is to put the goods on small boats at the port, and then arrange for large ships to pick up the goods in the deep water area far away.
In the camp, most of the armed personnel live in simple tents. The living quarters are crescent-shaped and half-enclosed in a dark wooden cage-like prison.
There is the largest tent in the middle of the crescent moon, which should be the leader's position.
They don't care about the lighting in the prison area, because the other side of the prison area is not surrounded by the sea.
And before civilization developed electric lights, light at night had always been a luxury.
Candles, lamp oil, firewood and other inconspicuous things are all obvious money
Whether it is Zhinao or Lan En, they seemed to have forgotten this in their nervousness. thing.
So in the eyes of a modern man like Lan En, not only was the prison area dark, but even the armed personnel's accommodation area could only be called "dark."
A few fixed fires and a dozen or so patrol officers each holding a torch are all the lighting measures.
Darkness is the demon hunter’s advantage.
Mentos suddenly relaxed as soon as he saw the camp.
It’s so dark here, it’s great
Now the subject doesn’t have to fight so hard.
"The rescue success rate has increased by 30, sir. But I think you should still secretly eliminate more than one-third of the armed personnel in this camp to be safe."
Damn it, you bastards, do you know how I felt when I looked at that mood graph and looked at the fuse of a bomb?
Just go to death in peace for me
There is no doubt that biological brains can learn swear words.
It’s just that according to the People’s Federation Education Law, they cannot be announced verbally during communication with children.
Lan En heard a little excitement in Mentos's intelligent voice.
But he himself felt the same. The target he wanted to rescue was in that dark prison area and he was very close now.
Took off the silver sword behind him and placed it on the ground.
The scattered iron buckles on the tights were tightened so that the armor and scattered equipment would not jingle due to movement.
Finally, Lan En took out a bottle of potion from the alchemical leather bag.
The overall texture is translucent and milky white, but there seems to be a sticky black precipitate at the very bottom.
The potion cat gives the witcher low-light vision.
The witcher has a pair of cat eyes, but under normal circumstances they only increase his observation ability. Only by drinking the magic potion can he temporarily gain super-sensitive vision.
“I never expected that apart from the Green Grass Trial, the first potion that enters the body would be this.”
p>Lan En exhaled gently, then raised his head to drink from the bottle with the mouth of the bottle facing his upper lip.
The strange feeling of the potion entering the body was strange and familiar. Lan En's mouth twitched slightly, and the pain caused by the poison was endured.
From under the collar of the armor, the black poison, or the power of the medicine, spread from the blood vessels to the face.
Finally, near the eye socket, this blood vessel concentration point converges.
Now Lan En's face is pale, his eye sockets are dark, and he looks more like a monster that should be hunted by him.
This is because the potion is not very toxic, and even the eyeballs will turn pure black.
This face after taking drugs can be regarded as a major reason why demon hunters are discriminated against.
Taking out the hunting knife from the waist, he grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and spread it on the blade and his steel arm guard.
This is one of the few exposed reflective spots on his body.
"Here we go, Mentos"
Lan En bent over and approached the secret port. His thick armor made him look like a tiptoeing black bear.
If anyone has ever used a torch at night without auxiliary lighting, they will understand that this thing is really weak as a light source.
A patrol officer followed the route and walked to the outskirts of the camp. He stretched out his torch and glanced around before preparing to change places.
Lan En was less than ten meters in front of him, watching quietly as the man turned around.
He could even see the oil reflected from the guy's hair.
The demon hunter's physical fitness is stronger than the normal level, allowing Lan En to walk faster than ordinary people even if he is hunched over.
A pair of hands stretched out from the darkness, and arrogantly covered the patrolman's mouth and nose from behind, pulled him over, and cut his throat with a "stab" sound.
Just like the killer in the movie.
Lan En thought so.
But there are some "points" that are different
The struggling humans seem to have unleashed greater power in the first few seconds of their near-death state.
His body began to instinctively resist, scratch, and twitch.
Lan En even had to tie his hands and legs together to prevent him from making too many moves.
The hand holding the torch was held directly by the demon hunter to prevent the torch from shaking.
Slitting the throat will not cause death immediately. Lan En has not paid attention to this problem before.
Because he is more proficient in head-on sword fighting. He can cut his throat and then stab his chest and behead him without dying. It only takes half a second.
But during the assassination, the half-minute-long struggle after the throat slit caused more than half of Lan En's cotton armor to be wetted with blood.
He had cleared four camps before, and the enemy did not even touch him during the battle. Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft