Chapter 50: 50Kill everyone who wants to kill me

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 the land of Willen, unsuspecting people in the wild have turned into excrement.

Whos there?

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

It lay flat at first, and then it stood upright after the blade 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 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 closer by this time.

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

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

By Ser Veselard! 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 black-faced soldier tapped the Temerian white lily emblem on his breastplate with a matter-of-fact expression.

In fact, calling that piece of armor "breastplate" 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 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 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 plate 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 similarly to elite units.

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

A large 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 village. Each stronghold does not need to be large, just three or four people are enough, and then move around regularly to 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, 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 black-faced soldiers seemed to relax.

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

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 black-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 black-faced soldier seemed to have been greatly insulted, so he pushed Lan En's chest with the blade 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 black-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 flashed, and a circle of magic runes suddenly appeared on the ground.

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.

Sign of Arden, a range-based lag trap.

The enemy's delayed movements provide ample reaction time.

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

Bang!!

A fist in a studded leather glove! Hit it right in the middle of that black 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 black-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 plan? 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 plan for the next step.

Kill all those who try to chop me down.

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