Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 65 65. Escape and see ghosts

 Head-eater, Ubank. He took his two loyal hounds with him, as well as the small bundle on his back.

 Just walk out of your tent with light clothes.

The neat look on his face made people wonder if this guy had been prepared early in the morning.

Walking outside the tent, he had just promised a huge reward on the high platform here, making a group of bloodthirsty and vicious thugs cheer.

 But now, no one cares about the high platform that symbolizes the status of the leader.

 This group of thugs were frightened.

 They started shouting and running around like headless chickens, and even looked so nervous that they wanted to chop each other.

 This is what is called "bombing the camp."

 In the ancient times of Lan En's home world, it was called "Ying Xiao".

 “Tsk tsk tsk.”

Ubank smacked his lips, feeling extremely regretful as he watched his camp fall into chaos.

 He had no intention of standing up and reestablishing command.

The ungrateful demon hunter is still killing people randomly.

 Still killing indiscriminately!

 Looking like a **** ghost!

If you stand up to take command now, I'm afraid he will see you and rush over to you or strike you with a sword.

Who here can block it?

Moreover, if you want to bomb the camp and expect the camp to calm down from within, you might as well worship the gods on the spot.

 Unless there is a strong intervention by armed forces outside the camp, the camp that wants to bomb the camp will calm down unless all the people die or run away.

But what is strange is that, as the leader of the camp, Ubank only showed extremely limited regret for the power that he was about to destroy?

 It’s not even a pity, just a “pity”.

It seems that what is about to collapse is not my hard work, but just a relatively convenient thing.

 “Hey! Old Hansen! Stop, stop, stop!”

The head-eater first tucked the valuable little bundle under his clothes, and then after looking around for a while, he called out to someone.

 A headless beard with white hair stopped.

His confused and panicked eyes regained some sense when he saw Urban.

 “Boss!” Hope suddenly rose in his eyes.

 There is a leader. No matter what level or character the leader has, there must be someone who takes the lead. This is what the confused crowd longs for most.

But before he could continue speaking, Urbank interrupted him.

“It seems you have calmed down, that’s good. Come on, let’s find a few more good guys together. We have to quickly transport the goods to the connection point at sea.”

The two hounds at his feet followed closely, and Ubank kept giving orders.

This fast-paced exchange made Old Hansen, who was confused and frightened just now, a little confused.

 “What? Boss, you just ignore the camp?”

 “Camp?” Urbank paused, but turned back to look at Old Hansen in surprise, as if he was looking at a child who was misbehaving.

“Are you stupid, Old Hansen? We are all here just to make a living, who knows who? How can there be any help in this situation? Just take care of yourself.”

"The camp is gone, the manpower is gone. But we have to think about the future, right? If you are a human being, you have to eat, and you have to pay for it. Come, listen to me. Let's grab a few guys who are still sober, and take advantage of this moment. The demon hunter is far away, so hurry to the prison area to get a batch of goods to trade."

"Although we can't take away all the goods, we don't need to share it with so many people now, right? It's still a good and profitable deal. Let the buyer give us a ride away. With money, where can we not Are you having a good time?"

 The words were logically clear and concise, forming a sharp contrast with the head-eater's rough and savage appearance.

Even a man like Old Hansen, who could barely read a few Chinese characters, regained his composure with a few words.

 “makes sense, makes sense”

 The old man murmured softly.

"My two sons should still be alive. I will bring them up and give me a share."

Ubank glanced at Old Hansen unexpectedly.

 Sure, old guy.

 When I was safe and needed someone to make money, I remembered that I still had two sons. I was so hard-hearted!

 You deserve to live as long as you do.

“Okay, let’s all find someone, and then pull the goods to the boat at the port. Whoever pulls the goods will get the money, which is definitely fair enough. But I have a little suggestion, I have to tell you.”

 “You said it, I’m listening!”

The old man quickly looked at Urbank eagerly. Now Old Hansen had great trust in his leader's wisdom.

“Just those two wooden cages, do you see them?”

Ubank put his arm around Old Hansen's shoulders and pointed to the two cages in the prison area. One is a small independent wooden cage that holds Margarita, and the other is a large wooden cage that White was kicked into.

"Let's not move these two people in the cage. Did you meet that demon hunter just now? Damn, killing people is like killing chickens. How scary! I've seen it. He just did it for these two wooden animals. The people in the cage are here, neither of us should move. We are all here to make money, why risk our lives?"

　　"That's right! That's right! I will definitely go around them!"

Old Hansen agreed repeatedly, turned around and entered the chaos again, looking for his two sons.

Ubank also brought his two hounds to collect the people he needed.

 Because at this moment, Lan En could clearly feel that his body was being damaged by the excessive toxins in the potion.

  He wanted to cause as much damage to the enemy as possible before the potion expired.

  He will definitely lie down after the effect of the medicine wears off. The best result is to temporarily lose his strength. A safe environment must be created during this period.

 So even far away from the prison area, he must hunt down the remaining armed thugs in the camp.

 This provides convenience for Ubank’s behavior.

The stocky man pulled three more helpers and was dragging the children in the big wooden cage onto the boat.

When he passed Margarita's small wooden cage, he even acted like a gentleman and bowed to the sorceress who was dizzy from the forced spell.

 On the harbor boat, two teams of people brought a total of nearly twenty children.

 Old Hansen also wanted his sons to go there again and urged him to bring more.

 But Ubank, who was also at the port, saw the brighter and brighter fire at the edge of the camp.

That fire is not normal.

 The first reaction of the head-eater is this.

The witcher used his magic to set fires, but only on the beach next to the prison area, not in the camp.

Although he has reached the camp now, he is much more efficient at killing people with a sword than with fire.

　Looking at the outline of the fire, it doesn’t look like a fire that is spreading out of control, but more like a queue? !

That witcher has companions!

Ubank trembled immediately. He grabbed old Hansen by his collar and took him to the boat.

“There’s no time to get the goods! There are helpers on the other side! Get the money alive, or go all out to get more goods, it’s your choice!”

 The several armed thugs on the boat looked at each other and began to pick up the oars hesitantly.

Just at the edge of the camp, a strong and powerful voice shouted loudly.

 “Damn human traffickers! Damn cannibals! In the name of Veserad, crush them!”

The sound of horse hooves shook the night sky.

The armed thug, who had long been frightened by Lan En, immediately became deft in his hesitant movements.

Everyone worked hard, holding their oars against the harbor and rowing desperately in the water, wishing they had two more hands.

The greedy old Hansen had nothing to say. He just lowered his head on the boat and muttered "My money, my money."

 The cavalry on the shore rushed directly into the camp, and the tents could not block the horses' hooves at all.

 The armed thugs, who had long since lost their command, were as light as butter on a cake under the cavalry charge.

The boat rowed a section of the dark sea, and the people on board looked at the shore in fear.

Even for two minutes at night, they would have either been beheaded by the ghostly demon hunter, or trampled to pieces by the cavalry.

 Everyone has lingering fears.

But at this moment, a brown-haired kid next to Old Hansen suddenly pulled out a small stabbing sword from his waistband, stabbed Old Hansen in the arm as the waves swayed, and then rushed straight to the side of the boat, ready to Jump into the sea.

The old man screamed in shock, but the veteran soldier's ability to cope was still online.

His bleeding hand grabbed the brown-haired child.

"Where did this little **** get the sword? Who searched him!"

 The child was anxious. His eyes rolled up for a moment in anxiety, and then one of the two hounds originally coiled at Ubank's feet.

As if he suddenly lost control, he rushed towards Old Hansen and bit him fiercely.

In pain, Old Hansen let go of his hand, and the child jumped into the sea with a "pop".

 “My goods! Your dog! Oh my! My money!”

 Old Hansen on the boat was crying, whether for money or hands.

On the other hand, Urbank came back to his senses at this moment. He squatted down in disbelief and looked around at his out-of-control hound.

 When facing the owner, the hound's eyes were clear, except for the blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had no idea what he had just done.

 “Damn it. Did you see ghosts twice today?”

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