The head-eater, Ubank. He took his two loyal hounds with him, as well as the small bundle on his back.
He walked out of his tent lightly packed.
The neat look on his face made people wonder if this guy had been prepared early in the morning.
Walking outside the tent, he had just promised a huge reward on the high platform here, making a group of bloodthirsty and vicious thugs cheer.
But now, no one cares about the high platform that symbolizes the status of the leader.
The thugs were frightened.
They started shouting and running around like headless chickens, and even looked so nervous that they wanted to kill each other.
This is what is called "bombing the camp."
In the ancient times of Lan En’s home world, it was called “Ying Xiao”.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Ubank smacked his lips, feeling extremely regretful as he watched his camp fall into chaos.
He had no intention of standing up and re-establishing command.
The ungrateful demon hunter is still killing people randomly.
Still killing randomly
Looking like a fucking ghost
Now stand up and take command, I'm afraid he won't see you and rush over directly Just a sword.
Who here can stop it
And for things like bombing the camp, if you expect the camp to calm down from within, you might as well worship the gods on the spot.
Unless there is a strong intervention by armed forces outside the camp, the camp that wants to bomb the camp will calm down unless all the people die or run away.
But what is strange is that, as the leader of the camp, Urbank only showed extremely limited regret for the power that he was about to destroy.
It was not even regret. , just "a pity".
It seems that what is about to collapse is not my hard work, but just a relatively convenient thing.
"Hey old Hansen, stop, stop."
The head-eater first tucked the valuable little bundle under his clothes, then looked around for a while, and then called out to someone.
A headless beard with white hair stopped.
His confused and panicked eyes regained some sense when he saw Urban.
"Boss" Hope suddenly rose in his eyes.
There is a leader. No matter what level or character the leader has, there must be someone who takes the lead. This is what the confused crowd longs for most.
But before he could continue speaking, Urbank interrupted him.
"It seems you have calmed down, that's good. Come on, let's find a few more good guys together. We have to quickly transport the goods to the connection point at sea."
The two hounds at his feet followed step by step, and Ubank kept giving orders.
This fast-paced exchange made Old Hansen, who was confused and frightened just now, a little confused.
"What kind of leader, the camp doesn't care”
“Camp” Urbank stopped for a moment, but looked back at Old Hansen in surprise, as if he was looking at a mischievous child.
“Are you stupid? Old Hansen all gathered together just to make ends meet. Who knew who? How could he take care of himself in this situation? "
"The camp is gone and the manpower is gone. But we have to think about the future. As a human being, we have to eat, and we have to pay for it. Come, listen to me. Let's gather a few guys who are still sober, and while the demon hunter is far away, we can quickly go to the prison area to get a batch of goods for trading. ”
“Although we can’t take away all the goods, we don’t have to distribute them to so many people now. Isn’t it still a good and profitable business?” Let the buyer give us a ride away. With money, we can’t live anywhere else.”
The words were logically clear and concise, forming a sharp contrast with the rough and savage appearance of the head-eater. Feeling.
Even a person like Old Hansen who didn’t know a lot of Chinese characters regained his composure after a few words.
“It makes sense, it makes sense”
p>The old man murmured in a low voice
"My two sons should still be alive. I'll pull them up and you can give me an extra share. ”
Urbank unexpectedly gave Old Hansen a high look.
Sure, old guy.
I want to be safe now that I need someone to make money. You still have two sons who are hard-hearted.
You deserve to live for so long.
"Okay, let's go find someone and pull the goods to the port. Who will pull the goods?" It’s definitely fair enough that the goods count as someone’s money. But I have some suggestions, I have to tell you."
"You tell me, I'm listening."
The old man quickly looked at Urbank eagerly. Now the old Hansen has no idea about himself. The leader's wisdom is extremely trustworthy.
"Just those two wooden cages, do you see them?"
Urbank put his hand on Old Hansen's shoulder and pointed to him in the prison area. Two cages.
One is a small independent wooden cage that contains Margarita, and the other is a large wooden cage that White was kicked into.
"In these two cages. People, let's not move. Did you meet that demon hunter just now? Damn it. Killing people is like killing chickens. How scary. I've seen it. He came just for these two people in the wooden cage. Don't move either of us. It’s all about making money, why risk your life?”
“You’re right, you’re right, I will definitely go around them”
Old Hansen agreed repeatedly, turned around and entered again In the midst of the chaos, he went to look for his two sons.
Ubank also took his two hounds to collect the people he needed.
Because at this time, Lan. Enneng clearly felt that his body was being damaged by the excessive toxins of the potion.
He wanted to cause as much damage to the enemy as possible before the potion expired.
After the effect wears off, he will definitely lie down. The best result is to temporarily lose his strength. We must use this time to create aSafe environment.
So even away from the prison area, he must hunt down the remaining armed thugs in the camp.
This facilitates Ubank's behavior.
The stocky man had three more helpers and was dragging the children in the big wooden cage onto the boat.
When he passed Margarita's small wooden cage, he even acted like a gentleman and bowed to the sorceress who was dizzy from the forced spell.
On the harbor boat, the two teams brought a total of nearly twenty children.
Old Hansen also wanted his sons to go there again and urged him to take more.
But Ubank, who was also at the port, saw the brighter and brighter fire at the edge of the camp.
The fire is not normal.
This is the first reaction of the head-eater.
The witcher used his magic to set fires, but that was only on the beach next to the prison area, not in the camp.
Although he has reached the camp now, he is much more efficient at killing people with a sword than with fire.
Looking at the outline of the fire, it doesn’t look like a fire spreading out of control, but more like a queue
The demon hunter and his companions
Wu Bank immediately trembled. He grabbed old Hansen by his collar and took him to the boat.
“I don’t have time to get the goods. There are helpers on the other side to save the money, or you can go all out to get more goods. It’s your choice.”
Several armed thugs on the boat looked at each other and hesitated. Zhong began to pick up the paddle.
And just at the edge of the camp, a strong and powerful voice shouted loudly.
"God damned human traffickers and damned cannibals, in the name of Veserad, crush them"
The sound of horse hooves shook the night sky.
The armed thug, who had long been scared out of his wits by Lan En, immediately became deft in his hesitant movements.
Everyone put their oars against the harbor and rowed desperately in the water, wishing they had two more hands.
The greedy old Hansen had nothing to say, he just lowered his head on the boat and muttered "My money, my money"
The cavalry on the shore rushed directly into the camp, and the tents could not stop them at all. Live horseshoe.
The armed thugs, who had long lost their command, were as frivolous as the cream on the cake under the cavalry charge.
The boat rowed a section of the dark sea, and the people on it looked at the shore in fear.
For even two minutes at night, they would have either been beheaded by the ghostly demon hunter or trampled to pieces by the cavalry.
Everyone has lingering fears.
But at this moment, a brown-haired child next to Old Hansen suddenly pulled out a small stabbing sword from the waistband of his trousers, and stabbed Old Hansen in the arm as the waves swayed, and then He rushed straight to the side of the boat and prepared to jump into the sea.
The old man screamed in shock, but the veteran soldier's coping ability was still online.
He grabbed the brown-haired child with his bleeding hand.
"Where did this little bastard get the sword? Who searched him?"
The child was anxious. His eyes rolled up in anxiety for a moment, and then he was originally looking at One of two hounds coiled at Urbank's feet.
As if he suddenly lost control, he rushed towards Old Hansen and bit him fiercely.
In pain, Old Hansen let go of his hand, and the child jumped into the sea with a "pop".
"My goods, your dogs, this is my money."
Old Hansen on the boat was crying, whether for money or hands.
On the other hand, Urbank came back to his senses at this moment. He squatted down in disbelief and looked around at his out-of-control hound.
When facing the owner, the hound's eyes were clear, except for the blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had no idea what he had just done.
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