The soldiers who had smiled enthusiastically just now and talked about protecting safety now began to have coldness in their eyes.
Vesemir had already lifted Ciri into his arms from the horse.
Geralt lowered his head slightly and sighed helplessly.
As the person who broke the harmonious atmosphere just now, Lan En still looked at the squinting soldier calmly.
The faint sound of many bowstrings being tightened came from a little further away.
"Smart is really smart."
Both praises and slaps without sincerity came from behind the squinting soldier.
A short, thin man with eyes as dull as a fish, wearing fingerless gloves, with daggers and daggers tied to various parts of his boots, belt, thighs, etc. came out.
An assassin who does dirty work, Lan En and Geralt recognized this image at a glance.
The assassin approached Geralt and Lan. < /p>
"Archers, aim at the old man and the little girl first, let our friends calm down."
The eyes like dead fish spoke without any fluctuation. Blackmail.
Vesemir looked at the two young men in front of him with a grimace.
He remembered that when he was teaching Geralt, he was cautious first and foremost. Why now, it was the bear cub who spoke? Then it’s okay.
The old demon hunter hugged Ciri tightly, and made a handprint with his left hand under the cover of the little girl's cloak. He only needed to inject magic power to make the seal take shape.
Geralt curled his lips and turned his head in another direction. Attention is a limited resource, and allocating the enemies you should focus on before starting a fight will get twice the result with half the effort.
The short and thin assassin could clearly see the movements of the old man and the middle-aged swordsman with his rolling eyes.
Although it was a bit surprising, these people could still remain calm even when they were surrounded by a group of heavily armed soldiers and they were gradually approaching.
But the manpower, equipment, and confidence in his own skills kept him from stopping.
"Don't be nervous. It's interesting that all of your families have white hair. Young man, have we met somewhere? I think you look familiar."
Use loose language to distract attention. Power is a simple but effective assassin technique.
Now that the outer crossbows are strung up, the sound of the bowstrings being tightened comes unabashedly.
The melee soldiers subconsciously began to move their bodies, and the slightly twisted joints drove the armor, making the sound of steel rubbing and colliding.
These sounds, for flesh and blood, are... Naked power and oppression
No one can think calmly in this environment, Observe that at least this assassin has never met such a person.
The palms of the fingerless gloves were like spiders. As the assassin slowly approached Lan En, they silently crawled towards the handle of the dagger at his waist.
Lan En was very sure that although dozens of soldiers around him were preparing to chop people and shoot arrows, he would definitely do it himself when it came to killing him.
Because this assassin trusts his own skills more than anyone else.
The slightly squinted eyes under the silver hair stared at each other with those dead fish eyes.
In the next moment, the assassin's fingers were still two centimeters away from the dagger handle, but his footsteps had already entered Arondette's reach.
"Swish" A silver light suddenly flashed.
The suddenness of the silver light made everyone who saw it feel cold.
In everyone’s eyes, Lan En’s hands seemed to be out of frame.
The last second they looked, the two arms were still hanging defenselessly. But in the next second
Lan En's left hand was already holding the scabbard at his waist. The right hand has already grasped the graceful arc of the elf sword, and raised it to the side with blood flowers.
The owner of the blood flower yelled, and a piece of bloody and boned muscle fell to the road. It was a whole hand with a smooth broken wrist.
This scream was like a signal to start a war.
Arrows flew towards Vesemir and Ciri.
There were more than a dozen crossbows and bows with powerful impact, and they instantly exceeded the upper limit of Vesemir's Quen.
But this has long been expected by the old demon hunter. He didn't want to block it at all, just to disrupt the shooting trajectory.
The arrows, whose flight speed and strength were weakened by the first wave of defense, were easily deflected by the steel nails worn on the wrists of the old demon hunter.
He hugged Shirley and rushed forward towards the pile of twisted carriage wreckage
It stands to reason that although the woods and bushes outside the road were more than ten years old, Zhang Gongnu's shot was obviously farther away, but at least there were no enemy melee soldiers to stop him.
It is a better bunker than this pile of carriage wreckage.
But there are always exceptions to everything
Clear all the enemies near the wreckage of the carriage. Isn’t this a close and convenient bunker?
“There were a few moments. ”
Lan En looked at the assassin who suddenly jumped back and only lost one hand instead of being cut in half. There was no movement on his face.
Having two blows means that in Lan En’s eyes, he really only has two blows.
It was too late to turn the long sword that was thrown out with Iai Slash.
The assassin's face was distorted by the severe pain, and there was an obvious ruthlessness. He is not a person who will collapse just because his hand is cut off. He will retreat temporarily and then find a way to give him a cold blow..
Lan hates such troublesome people.
If the blade cannot be turned around, then use the weighted ball at the end of the handle to hit it.
The right hand that had been stretched out quickly pulled back, and the weighted ball with the roaring three bear heads rushed towards it. He flexibly dodged the assassin and smashed it in like a chisel
The assassin was indeed ruthless. He first used his useless hand, which only had his wrist left, to block the weighted ball amidst the movement of bone cracks. The first wave of impact.
Then he took advantage of this gap and used his good hand to pull out the dagger from his waist. With a clang, he completely blocked the impact of the weighted ball of the Sword of the Lake Lady in Lan En's hand.
The assassin's expression was relieved at first, and then completely collapsed when he saw Lan En's still calm cat eyes.
Because when the dagger resisted the impact of the weighted ball, a dazzling spark exploded that should not have appeared at all.
Ashi Mingliu's carp
At first sight, I thought it blocked the attack on the body, but this time, I was originally aiming to destroy the posture
Hold it on the chest The defensive dagger was directly swung away in the assassin's baffled and incomprehensible eyes.
In Wei Mingren, after the posture is broken, it is common sense to keep up with the execution.
The process of smashing the weighted ball is similar to slashing, and the two actions can be smoothly connected.
So after the assassin's posture was broken, Lan En's blade was already on the side of the opponent's neck.
“Stab it” and pull the blade.
The clear blade was pulled directly from the side of the opponent's neck to his armpit. Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft