Astartes of the Bear School

 Chapter 60 60.Head-Eater

The sharp and ear-piercing sound of the horn exploded in the night sky near the sea in Velen.

The siren in any violent place in the world will be set to the loudest and most piercing one.

Generally speaking, this kind of alarm should be so harsh that it makes the listener feel - "Do something the **** quickly, or I will die on the spot"!

After all, everyone is doing the job of putting their heads in their belts. Even if you are the most dishonest criminal, you still need to have this awareness, right?

This is the horn of this camp.

The crescent-shaped camp immediately became noisy, with curses and pushing and shoving happening one after another.

Within five minutes, the tents housing the armed men were lit up one after another.

It took five minutes to wake everyone up. Lan En felt that even if he was an emergency gathering for preschool military training, he could do it more efficiently than this group of people.

 But considering that this is a group of criminal groups with an ancient background and no mutual trust and assistance, this reaction time is still reasonable.

 But this kind of reaction time is already difficult enough for Lan Enlai!

 He is just a rookie assassin who doesn’t know how to [stealth] or [assassination] at all!

 A witcher, sneaking into the camp, assassinating guards, avoiding exposure, and rescuing hostages. The task requirements one after another are already very difficult for him!

How long did it take for him to become a witcher?

Then things took a turn for the worse on the spot, and Ben Lan was almost paralyzed.

grass!

 Plans are always faster than changes.

Lan En originally planned to secretly eliminate at least one-third of the guard force, and then whatever he did next would be much easier.

The conversation with Margarita was to supplement information, and it actually took less than a minute and a half.

 Is this an alarm? !

There must be a powerful warlock in this camp!

Lan almost immediately inserted the dagger in his hand back into his waist, and rested his palm on the hilt of the steel sword behind his back.

 Leaning against the wooden cage, his eyes glanced nervously in the direction of the camp.

Like a driven wild beast.

At this time, there was a noise in the direction of the big tent in the middle of the camp, and someone was shouting something loudly there.

Lan En took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.

As long as the subject is calm, Mentos can ensure the speed of thinking.

Looking around, the people who emerged from the tent showed no signs of surrounding themselves.

There is only one intruder in the camp. If he is discovered, a group of people can just come over and hack him to death.

Didn’t this horn find me?

 Confirming that his side was not the source of the problem, Lan began to focus on the roar in the center of the camp.

The sea breeze was strong at night and the waves were loud, but with the extraordinary senses of the witcher and Mentos to block the noise, Lan En also got a rough idea.

 “Here’s news guys! Opportunity to make a fortune. The buyer’s ship is anchored offshore tonight and work hard! Ship the goods!”

The witcher's field of vision was enhanced by the [Cat] potion and Mentos' field of vision correction, and he could barely see clearly the figure roaring loudly in the distance.

 That was a man with a typical Cossack nomadic head shape.

 The sides are shaved, except for the top of the head, which is left with long hair that is shiny and spread on one side.

He is short and stocky, less than 170 centimeters tall, but looking at his muscle outline, he weighs at least 90 kilograms!

 A plump and powerful general's belly stretched out his animal skin jacket, and two black-skinned hounds squatted beside him.

 He who eats the head.

 It should be him.

It seems that the magic just now was a magic communication?

Because his men were undisciplined and came one after another, the head-eater had to shout his words many times before everyone could hear him.

Taking advantage of this time, Lan En did not dare to stop at all and began to run wildly and scan all the wooden cages.

No matter whether there is a warlock in this camp today or not, whether that warlock has the powerful magic power to defeat Margarita

The leather gloves gripped the leather rope on the hilt of the sword tightly, so hard that it even made a "crunching" sound.

 Lan En gritted his teeth. Even if he did meet that powerful warlock, he would be ready to use his sword to trim his magic shield!

 He is going to take White away today!

 He promised Mrs. Downer.

Whoever wants to stop him will die!

The sound of footsteps no longer mattered. The scum in the camp were all cheering now because they heard "get rich".

The poor people in the cage, frightened by the abuse and pain, now fully thought that the cannibals were going to hold a banquet and eat them all in one go.

　　Everyone was shrinking and curling up, and those who had been tortured to the point of not wanting to live showed expressions of relief.

The children gathered together in fear, trying to get comfort from someone, but the young children could not comfort anyone.

There were several adults in small cages in the compartments. At this time, they stretched out their broken hands towards the children next door and held the panicked children in their arms.

 I hope that I can at least give the other person some comfort before I die or before my children die.

 The head-eater's motivational speech is coming to an end.

 The remaining links should be to allocate work, transport people who should be transported, and be vigilant when they should be vigilant.

　　But this short and stocky man's face suddenly straightened up before this link, his small eyes narrowed, and he looked towards the audience.

This action seemed to be so recognizable in the camp that those who were still cheering froze half way through the cheers as if their throats were being choked.

The originally warm atmosphere cooled down in an instant.

This contrast between noise and silence can even be felt by Lan En, who is running in the distance.

 The leader of a criminal gang has such prestige that you should be acting in a TV series! ?

Young people’s steps are faster and their cat’s eyes move frequently.

 He knew that he could no longer hide himself.

"The number of people is wrong." Head Eater said in a low voice, which was a completely different tone from the previous motivational speech.

That tone of voice is so cold that it makes people’s hearts tremble!

 The two black-skinned hounds beside him also changed from sitting half-sitting to hunched over with bared teeth.

“Where have all the guys from the northern half of the camp gone?”

 “Why doesn’t the torch move?”

 “Why are there no lights in the tent?”

  The questioning voice became louder with each sentence.

　　Every time he said a word, the people in the audience would take half a step back in panic.

 The hounds are also becoming more and more eager to try.

 “Damn it.” The head-eater said through gritted teeth. "I don't know if someone broke into my house. Find it for me!"

The camp was like a clockwork machine, finally running in a hectic rhythm.

 Distributed torches, illuminated a large area, and brought out hounds. It looked like this group of people was going to turn the northern half of the camp upside down.

But at the same time, Head Eater also analyzed that there are definitely not many people sneaking into the camp, so he cannot delay making money.

 A team of about twenty people was sent to the prison area.

 Prepare to arrest people and board ships to transport goods.

　　Two teams of people holding torches were like two long dragons, heading in two directions of the camp.

 According to this method of action, it would only take less than ten minutes to cover the entire camp.

At this moment, Lan En finally saw the child with a slightly big head at the corner of a large wooden cage.

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 (End of this chapter)