Chapter 120: 119 Chased by Death

Chapter 120: 119 Chased by Death

Chapter 120 119. Chased by Death

The battle ended quickly.

Lan En shook off the blood beads on the Steel Sword of the High Bear School and put it back into its scabbard.

He just drank [Thunder] and [Blizzard].

However, due to the effect of the gene seeds on regulating the activity of his organs, his face is pale and the blood vessels around his eyes are blackened after drinking these two medicines.

Even the eyeballs turned pure black, which is completely different from before.

At his feet, the corpses of five noble knights were still slowly bleeding.

Black blood.

Three of them were directly hacked to death by him with his sword.

The other two were slowly poisoned to death by the [Hanged Ghost Poison] sword oil on the sword blade.

This is a sword oil used by demon hunters specifically for humans, as well as dwarves, elves and other demihuman races.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Targeted toxins are very effective.

Basically, after the sword blade opens a skin breach, the enemy will show symptoms within half a minute, and will die within five minutes if they do not receive effective treatment.

Fighting is a very intense exercise, and the turbulent blood flow will also accelerate the effectiveness of toxins.

Lan can see that this group of people are the elite among the elite, and they should be the arrowheads of the Knights' charge even in times of war.

So in order to achieve a quick victory, he had already oiled his sword before taking action.

This move did exactly what he thought and saved him a lot of trouble.

Lan currently does not have built-in plate armor, and the defense of heavy armor is equivalent to that of medium armor.

With less risk, he was willing to treat this as an application test of the witcher skills.

Lan walked to Stassa's side.

Looking at the trembling earl lying on the ground, he tilted his head.

"continue."

Lan said softly.

The noble man lying on the ground raised his head tremblingly.

All that could be seen were the handsome cheeks that were as pale as a death, and the cat eyes surrounded by black eye sockets.

Keep running.

The voice was soft and dreamy, but the Count screamed as if he had seen a swamp witch, got up and ran over the dying flames towards the outside of the building.

He seemed to be chased by death.

No. He is being chased by death!

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The warrior who was stabbed from the side to the heart fell limp as the sword blade left his body.

His eyes were staring blankly at the sky, and his hands and feet were twitching on the ground as if he was immersed in sleep. His palms dug into the soil, then let go, and finally returned to calm.

There are two crossbowmen on the wall, strung together with a long sword and nailed to the wall.

Farther away, there were two hounds turned into dead flesh, and a halberdier with a gaping neck.

Lan had no mental barriers when killing these soldiers.

Because the management system for the basement in the manor is a shift shift, it means that all the armed personnel in this manor are actually links in the slave trading chain.

I cant let you run away, my lord.

The sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and Lan slowly approached Stassa, who was panting heavily from running wildly for half an hour.

"If you are allowed to run away again, you will probably have to find the maids and servants, right? Although you know clearly that they are defenseless in front of the sharp blade, as long as it can delay your life for even half a second , you will think its worth it. I know you are this kind of person.

"Don't scream, no! I didn't, didn't step out of the manor! I didn't break the rules, I just lost! You killed all my guards! You won! You didn't say you would kill me if you won! It's not in the rules of the game. !Isnt it?!

The count was sitting paralyzed, holding his body with both hands and trying to move backwards on the cobblestone road.

Every time he moved his arms, there would be a wave of blood.

The blood has accumulated to the point where it can flood the palm of your hand.

Because in a group battle, the contact time between Lan En and each enemy is extremely short, otherwise it will cause a scene of being attacked by a group.

The sword oil has been used up, but enough damage must be caused instantly, so when Lan En takes action, he will mostly choose a method that draws more blood.

If you can't kill one person in person, you can also kill him later.

The witcher's palm inevitably grabbed the count's skull and lifted him up.

Count Stesa himself seemed to know that his life was like a candle in the wind.

In the terror of life and death, he became crazy.

First there was a burst of yelling, and then he desperately tried to shake Lan En's hand with his pampered arm.

In the end, he gave up these meaningless actions and instead started taunting him like a broken pot.

Look! Look! These are the people of the northern countries! This is the bad nature of the bad and low-spirited northern countries!

"Never abide by the contract! Never respect the noble blood! You **** who are as low as the mud!"

"Wait! Wait! With **** like you, for every point in which Temeria's national power increases, the great Nilfgaard will increase by ten! You can't catch up! You only deserve to be crushed!"

".No, don't kill me! You can't kill me! I am for Temeria! I am the future of Temeria! We must"

Before he could finish speaking, Lan En's hand moved from the man's Tianling Cap to his front face.

His hands covered Statha's entire face, and his mouth was blocked. Only his frightened and crazy eyes looked at Lan En through his fingers.

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