Chapter 50 50. Kill everyone who wants to kill me

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

"Who's there?"

First there was a sound of steel clashing, and then a halberd protruded from the tarpaulin.

It was laid flat at first, and then it stood upright after the blade of the halberd came out of the tarpaulin.

What followed 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 mixed with sweat and grease that was too lazy to clean.

His messy beard was unkempt, and Lan En had already led Poppy closer.

Glancing under the tarp, I saw two soldiers sprawled out holding the storage box to get up.

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

Philip Strenger's squad of professional soldiers, under Weeserad, are positioned similarly to an elite unit.

The fleshy facial features were squeezed into a pile by the fist!

There was no scream, the scream was suppressed in the throat by this punch!

Lan En reached out and rummaged through the saddle bag on Poppy's back, and he handed a package behind him.

Mentos spoke inside his head.

Pulled out the fist stuck in his face

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

At least the mark is correct.

"You just lost control, sir."

That's the blade of a halberd.

The three soldiers turned over their harvests with joy and surprise, laughing so hard that they couldn't even open their mouths from ear to ear.

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

A change of clothes, dried fish, and water bladders filled with wine were all delivered to the three of them.

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

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.

The blade of the halberd pressed against his heart again, and this time the black face pushed the blade further forward.

"Sir, you're right. Thanks to your hard work, here are two roast chickens, a jar of berries and raspberries, and a few pieces of bread. Just treat it like I'm inviting you to dinner, so take it."

Most importantly - Lan wants to control himself.

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

They are far different from Philip's professional soldiers who can live and eat with the lord.

A fist with a studded leather glove! It hit the center of that black face!

The jawbone deformed and shattered under the tremendous force. The teeth flew out of the gums one by one.

"Woohoo! Fresh roasted chicken and fruit! I almost vomited after eating the damn marinated meat."

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

Under various circumstances, the black-faced soldiers seemed to relax.

He tilted his head and spit out thick phlegm.

Although it can't 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.

"You walk on this land, make money, and live. Don't you think you should thank us? Huh?"

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

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

Lan En didn't want the other party to see his eyes, otherwise the racially charged atmosphere might bring unnecessary trouble to the conversation.

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

"Breathe-breathe-"

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

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

He doesn't want to cause trouble.

At least not now.

Unlike Philip Strenger's soldiers, those experienced soldiers who came off the battlefield basically all have a set of Temerian-style armor. (Picture will be posted later)

"Keep digging!"

".Maybe, bye."

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

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

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

“Bang!!!”

"You are really out of your mind to come here looking for a child."

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

Seal of Arden, a range-based delay trap.

"I'm deaf, your mother*!"

Two other soldiers equipped with swords and shields also stood behind him.

His head tilted on Poppy's back.

The black-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.

To the black-faced soldier behind him, the wheezing sound even more represented cowardice and panic.

Those cat eyes looked at the other two sword and shield soldiers who were already frightened.

"Hey, passerby. We are soldiers under Sir Wesselad. Do you know how hard we have worked to protect the safety of Willen?"

The black-faced soldier was furious! He was really insulted.

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

Lan En admitted this calmly.

"Veserad? Are you loyal to Lord Velen?"

The three people looked up from their joy, and all of them sneered contemptuously at Lan En.

"No, no thanks, Mentos."

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

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

"Bang bang, isn't this obvious?"

But the young demon hunter knew that if he didn't want to "discuss", it wouldn't be as simple as "butting up" next time.

The black-faced soldier, who stood about 1.67 meters tall, lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by a fist!

The voice was more confident than it was ten seconds ago.

In fact, calling that piece of armor "breastplate" is a bit forced.

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

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

His halberd blade was extended a few inches further.

"In the name of Ser Veselard! Stranger, tell me who you are and what are you doing here?"

"A passerby, sir. I don't mean any harm, but I have a child who has gone missing around here. Did you notice?"

Lan En licked his lips but said nothing.

White's golden forty-eight hours were passing by minute by minute, and he had no time to waste.

"Sword, wallet, armor, all take off!"

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

After opening it, I took a deep breath intoxicatedly.
To be continued...