Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 322 Chapter 321. Collapse of posture

The atmosphere that had been a friendly conversation between passing citizens and road patrol soldiers suddenly came to a standstill.

Those soldiers who had smiled enthusiastically just now and said "protect safety" now began to have coldness in their eyes.

Vesemir had already lifted Ciri into his arms from the horse.

Geralt lowered his head slightly and sighed helplessly.

As the person who broke the harmonious atmosphere just now, Lan En still looked at the squinting soldier calmly.

　　The sound of many bow strings being tightened was vaguely heard from a little further away.

 “Smart. Really smart.”

Medium-flavored praises and insincere applause came from the direction behind the squinting soldier.

 A man who was short and thin, with eyes as dull as a fish, wearing fingerless gloves, and with daggers and daggers tied to various parts of his boots, belt, thighs, etc., came out.

An assassin who does dirty work. Lan and Geralt recognized this image immediately.

The assassin approached Geralt and Lan.

“But I am smart but also too impulsive. I know that when you see bad things on the road, it will always make people feel uncomfortable without saying anything, but don’t you look at how many of us there are?”

“Archers, aim at the old man and the little girl first, let our friends calm down.”

Those eyes like dead fish issued a threat without any fluctuation.

Vesemir looked at the two 'young men' in front of him with a grimace.

He remembered that when he was teaching Geralt, he was very cautious. Why is it that the bear cub is the one speaking now? That's okay.

The old demon hunter hugged Ciri tightly, and made a handprint with his left hand under the cover of the little girl's cloak. He only needed to inject magic power to make the seal take shape.

Geralt curled his lips and turned his head in another direction. Attention is a limited resource, and allocating the enemies you should focus on before starting a fight will get twice the result with half the effort.

 The short and thin assassin, with his rolling eyes, could clearly see the movements of the old man and the middle-aged swordsman.

Although it was a bit surprising, these people could still remain calm even when they were surrounded by a group of heavily armed soldiers and they were gradually approaching.

 But the manpower, equipment, and confidence in his own skills kept him from stopping.

“Don’t be nervous, all your family members have white hair? It’s really interesting. Young man, have we met somewhere? You look familiar to me.”

 Using scattered words to distract attention is a simple but effective assassin technique.

Now that the outer crossbows are stringed, the sound of the bowstring being tightened can be heard without concealment.

The melee soldiers subconsciously began to move their bodies. The slightly twisted joints moved the armor, making a "clatter" sound of steel rubbing and colliding.

These sounds are naked power and oppression to flesh and blood!

 No one can think and observe calmly in such an environment. At least this assassin has never met such a person.

The palms of the fingerless gloves were like spiders, crawling silently towards the handle of the dagger at his waist as the assassin slowly approached Lan En.

Lan En was very sure that although dozens of soldiers around him were preparing to chop people and shoot arrows, he would definitely do it himself when it came to killing him.

 Because this assassin trusts his own skills more than anyone else.

The slightly squinted eyes under the silver hair stared at each other with those dead fish eyes.

 At the next moment, the assassin's fingers were still two centimeters away from the dagger handle, but his footsteps had already entered Arondette's reach!

 A silver light flashed suddenly.

The suddenness of the silver light made everyone who saw it feel cold.

 In everyone’s eyes, Lan En’s hands seemed to be out of frame. The last second they looked, the two arms were still hanging defenselessly. But in the next second.

 At some point, Lan En's left hand had already held the scabbard at his waist. The right hand has already grasped the graceful arc of the elf sword, and raised it to the side with blood flowers.

The owner of the blood flower screamed, and a piece of **** and boned muscle fell onto the road. It was a whole hand with a smooth broken wrist.

 This scream was like a signal to start a war.

 Arrows flew towards Vesemir and Ciri.

There were more than a dozen crossbows and bows with powerful impact, and they instantly exceeded the upper limit of Vesemir's [Quen].

 But this had long been expected by the old witcher. He didn't want to block it at all, just to disrupt the shooting trajectory.

The arrows, whose flight speed and strength were weakened by the first wave of defense, were easily deflected by the steel nails on the wrists of the old demon hunter.

He hugged Xili and rushed forward! Rush towards the pile of twisted carriage wreckage!

Logically speaking, although the woods and bushes beyond the road were obviously further away under the fire of more than a dozen crossbows, at least there were no enemy melee soldiers to stop them.

 is a better shelter than this pile of wagon wreckage.

 But there are always exceptions to everything—

  Clear all the enemies near the wreckage of the carriage. Isn’t this a close and convenient bunker?

  “Have a moment.”

Lan En looked at the assassin who suddenly jumped back and only lost one hand instead of being cut in half. There was no movement on his face.

 Having two strokes means that in Lan En's eyes, he really only has two strokes.

　　The long sword that was thrown out by Iai was too late to turn the blade.

The assassin's face was distorted by severe pain, and there was an obvious cruelty. He is not a person who will collapse just because his hand is cut off. He will retreat temporarily and then find a way to give him a cold blow.

Lann hates such troublesome people.

If the blade cannot rotate, then use the weighted ball at the end of the handle to hit it!

The right hand that had been stretched out quickly pulled back, and the weighted ball with three roaring bear heads was directed at the nimbly dodging assassin, hitting it like a chisel!

The assassin was indeed ruthless. He first used his useless hand, which was all that was left of his wrist, to block the first wave of impact from the weighted ball amidst the movement of bone cracks.

Then taking advantage of this gap, he used his good hand to pull out the dagger from his waist. With a 'ding' sound, he completely blocked the impact of the weighted ball of the Sword of the Lake Lady in Lan En's hand.

The assassin's expression was relieved at first, and then completely collapsed when he saw Lan En's still unmoving cat eyes.

 Because when the dagger resisted the impact of the weighted ball, a dazzling spark exploded that should not have appeared at all.

 【Wei Mingren·Xia Li】!

　　At first sight, I thought I had blocked the attack on my body, but this time, I was aiming for a destructive posture!

 The dagger held on his chest for defense was swung away in the assassin's baffled and incomprehensible eyes.

 Among Wei Mingren, it is common sense to keep up with the execution after the posture is broken.

The process of smashing the weighted ball is similar to slashing, and the two actions can be smoothly connected.

 So after the assassin's posture was broken, Lan En's blade was already on the side of the opponent's neck.

 “Stab it” and pull the blade.

 The clear blade was pulled directly from the side of the opponent's neck to his armpit.

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