Astartes of the Bear School

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.

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 movement in the Steasa Manor could not be concealed.

In other words, the earl who can manage things in the manor is running away like crazy, while the housekeeper is blown to pieces by the fireball he created.

There is simply no one with enough prestige and status to block the news.

The trading area was full of wealthy and high-status town residents. They looked at the manor with the largest area in the city in surprise.

Fire, screams, explosions.

Foltest is finally going to take action against Stysa? !

The first reaction in everyones mind is this.

Immediately, these people quickly walked home with their heads down and closed the door tightly.

In this chaotic world, everyone should know what to do when something unexpected happens.

Otherwise it would be better to die early.

Political conflict is like a bottomless mouth that swallows up anyone who dares to get involved.

Vizima's security forces patrolling at night immediately noticed the changes in Stesa Manor.

Their commanders repeatedly checked with their superiors, who then asked their superiors for confirmation.

After several rounds, and even directly asking the mayor of Vizima, Verelad, it was confirmed that the king had no temporary decree.

After this, the commander of the security team doubtfully ordered less than a hundred people and rushed to the manor.

No one wants to be a little insect crushed to death in the aftermath of a political conflict.

But none of them knew that this incident in the estate of the top power holder in Vizima had nothing to do with political conflicts.

It was just a lone witcher doing his job, that is

Hunt monsters! In the night, the red-haired beauty on the palace tower looked at the "lively" Stesa Manor with an unclear expression.

Finally, she bit her plump lips, as if she had made a decision, and turned around to leave.

And in that manor that attracted the attention of the whole city, the blood had flowed to the extreme.

That is a wall near the gate in the manor.

Under this wall, Lan En was pulling his sword blade out from the side of a warrior.

The blood flowed down the armor, pooled with more blood, and flowed down the cobblestone path.

This road was originally a landscape combination in the manor. The cobblestones were ten times better than those in the towns outside.

The stones are round and closely arranged.

Just for this road alone, the project cost can reach hundreds of orens.

And it is still an expensive road. The water-absorbing capacity of the cobblestone road can no longer cope with this level of blood flow.

There were originally forty plate knights and one hundred and eighty regular warriors in the manor.

As for the battle in the manor, after Lan En killed all twenty-five noble knights in the corridor, there was actually no suspense.

It's just a payment.

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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