Chapter 50: 50Kill everyone who wants to kill me


    Chapter 50 50. Kill all those who want to kill me


    The horses'' footsteps and movements were both light. Although this small camp seemed unprepared, in thend of Willen, unsuspecting people in the wild have turned into excrement.


    Whos there?


    There was a sound of steel shing first, and then a halberd protruded from the tarpaulin.


    Ity t at first, and then it stood upright after the de of the halberd came out of the tarpaulin.


    The person who came out next was a soldier who was trying to straighten his helmet.


    The face is dark, but it is not caused by skin color orbor.


    Lan En knew the answer when he nced at it for the first time. It was ayer of ck putty caused by the dust that was toozy to clean mixed with sweat and grease.


    The messy beard was unkempt, and Lan En had already led Poppy closer by this time.


    Looking at the tarp, there were two soldiers sprawled out holding the storage boxes to get up.


    The ck-faced soldier who was the first to ask became impatient, so he repeated it again.


    By Ser Vesrd! Stranger, tell me who you are and what are you doing here?


    Lan En lowered his eyelids and did not answer. Instead, he asked a question.


    "Veserad? Are you loyal to Lord Velen?"


    Bang bang, isnt this obvious?


    The ck-faced soldier tapped the Temerian white lily emblem on his breastte with a matter-of-fact expression.


    In fact, calling that piece of armor "breastte" is a bit reluctant.


    Different from the soldiers under Philip Strenger, those experienced soldiers who came off the battlefield basically all have a set of Temerian-style armor. (Picture will be postedter)


    Although it cannot be called high-end, it is still aplete set of armor lined with chain mail, with arge piece of te armor on the upper body, and steel protective gear on the hands, feet, and knees.


    But the armor of the soldier in front of him was a set of tattered cotton armor as a base, with only a curved iron te barely covering the front of his abdomen.


    The quality of the cotton armor is not even as good as Lan Ens initial equipment.


    Compared with standard armor, it is not even on the same level.


    Lan En quickly raised his eyes, then lowered them again.


    At least the mark is correct.


    The young man also wanted to understand why Veserad''s soldiers appeared here.


    Philip Strenger''s squad of professional soldiers, under Veserad, are positioned simrly to elite units.


    But if a lord wants to maintain control over his territory, an elite squad is not enough.


    Arge number of "scumbag soldiers" like the soldiers in front of them are the tentacles of the lord''s rule in Velen.


    Set up strongholds in each vige. Each stronghold does not need to berge, just three or four people are enough, and then move around regrly to distribute sry and supplies.


    Thisbined team of hundreds or thousands of people is thergest force under Veserad.


    They don''t have to be strong, good at fighting, or even brave, but as long as they exist, it means that Veserad''s rule over Velen is stable.


    Honestly, these guys may only visit the crow''s nest four or five times in their lifetime?


    Far from Philip''s professional soldiers who could live and eat with the lord.


    The Datongbu in Crow''s Nest Castle is a dormitory for professional soldiers.


    A passer-by, sir. I mean no harm, but I have a child who has gone missing around here. Have you noticed?


    Lan didnt want the other party to see his eyes, otherwise the racially charged atmosphere might bring unnecessary trouble to the conversation.


    The dark-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 various circumstances, the ck-faced soldiers seemed to rx.


    "Child? I''ve never seen one. Apart from farmers nting flowers, where else are there people here? Bah-"


    He tilted his head and spit out thick phlegm.


    Youre really out of your mind toe here looking for a kid.


    .Maybe, bye.


    Lan En nodded indifferently and was about to turn around and leave.


    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 ck-faced soldier came again.


    "etc."


    Lan En''s lowered eyelids raised slightly.


    How to describe the tone of the ck-faced soldier?


    With a smile, this smile is by no means friendly, but rather a joking smile.


    The malice was undisguised,ing over like thick ck mud.


    There was something hard and sharp pushing against the vest behind him.


    That''s the de of a halberd.


    Hey, passer-by. We are soldiers under Sir Veserad. Do you know how hard we work to protect the safety of Willen?


    You walk, earn, and live on thisnd. Dont you think you should thank us? Huh?


    The halberd de gently pushed against Lan En''s back as if negotiating.


    But the young witcher knew that if he didn''t want to "discuss", it wouldn''t be as simple as "sticking it out" next time.


    Behind the ck-faced soldier, the two sword-and-shield soldiers seemed to be amused by Lan En''s frozen actions, andughed unbridled.


    This cheerful atmosphere created by wanton oppression and taking a dominant position in violent activities naturally also affected the ck-faced soldiers holding halberds.


    His halberd de was extended a few inches further.


    Lan En turned his back to the three of them and took a deep breath.


    He doesnt want to cause trouble.At least not now.


    White may die at any time, or he may be sold away if he is not dead. If you don''t want to lose him, you must seize every minute!


    At this already very tense time, he should not conflict with the lord''s men.


    Most importantlyLane wanted to control himself.


    Try not to get angry and try to contain your anxiety and anger. These emotions can only do bad things.


    "Breathe - exhale -"


    From the perspective of the ck-faced soldier behind him, the wheezing sound even more represented cowardice and panic.


    Lan reached out and rummaged through the saddle bag on Popeye''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 as if I''m inviting you to dinner. Take it."


    The ck-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.


    Woohoo! Fresh roasted chicken and fruit! I almost puke from the **** marinated meat.


    Lan En turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him. He raised his hands and slowly turned around to face the three of them.


    Sir, can I leave? I still have to find my child.


    But he did not see an expression of satisfaction on that disgusting ck face. On the contrary, greed was rising.


    The de of the halberd touched his heart again, and this time the ck face pushed the halberd de further forward.


    His head tilted on Poppy''s back.


    "continue!"


    Keep digging!


    Lan En''s tongue licked his lips but said nothing.


    Changes of clothes, dried fish, and water bags filled with wine were all given to the three of them.


    The three soldiers turned over their harvests with joy and surprise, smiling from ear to ear.


    Lan En said calmly: "Can I leave?"


    The three people looked up from their joy, and all sneered at Lan En in unison.


    Amidst the strong sarcasm and disdain, their greedy eyes turned to Lan En again.


    The ck-faced soldier raised his halberd again, as if it was the most intimidating weapon in the world.


    Take off your sword, wallet, and armor!


    That 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 ck-faced soldier seemed to have been greatly insulted, so he pushed Lan En''s chest with the de of his halberd.


    I asked you to unload it! Are you deaf?


    Lan En pursed his lips, twisted his neck, lowered his raised hands, and looked at the other person coldly.


    Im deaf to your mother*!


    The ck-faced soldier was furious! It was really insulting.


    So he simply pushed the halberd to make a hole in Lan En''s chest.


    But a purple magical light shed, and a circle of magic runes suddenly appeared on the ground.


    The ck-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.


    Sign of Arden, a range-basedg trap.


    The enemy''s dyed movements provide ample reaction time.


    Lan En pursed his lips, pushed the halberd de crookedly with one hand, and immediately stepped forward!


    Bang!!


    A fist in a studded leather glove! Hit it right in the middle of that ck face!


    The jaw bone was deformed and crushed 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 would have been suppressed in the throat by this punch!


    The ck-faced soldier stood up to 1.67 meters. He lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by a fist!


    The back of his head hit the stone, and red and white sprayed out, staining it all over.


    Then, amid the blood drawing, 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.


    Withdrawn the fist stuck in the face


    It took two minutes for Lan En''s **** hands to organize the luggage again.


    You just lost control, sir.


    Mentos opens its mouth in the brain.


    Lan En admitted this calmly.


    Well, I lost control.


    Do you need me to make a new n? Im worried that you wont be able to stay rational and face emergencies.


    No, no thanks, Mentos.


    The young man''s tone was calm.


    If you lose control, then lose control. Anyway, there is only one n for the next step.


    Kill all those who try to chop me down.


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