Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 96 96. Visit again

 In fact, even if Berengar never stayed away from the battle, the result would not be much different.

Eight crossbow arrows flew over, six of which were specifically shot at the space around the demon hunter to block his movement.

 Only two of them point to the body.

Berengar's leather armor is typical witcher equipment.

 In order to deal with monsters, demon hunters of other schools do not wear heavy armor at all.

 Because flexibility is more important than protection in fighting monsters.

His armor incorporates the design concepts of the Wolf School, leaving a lot of mounting space for the potions and bombs they are good at.

 But it is these empty spaces that make it impossible for Berengar to attach even a single armor plate to his body.

 And the empty spaces that should have been full, most of the potions and alchemy bombs have expired due to long-term neglect, and are empty.

 So after the [Quen's Seal] was breached immediately, two crossbow arrows directly pierced Berengar's body.

  The sound of the arrow entering the flesh is very slight, but the effect is significant.

Berengar’s arm holding the sword, due to the angle, was pierced from the forearm to the belly.

 Another crossbow arrow was buried directly into his right thigh.

 The blood flowed like a stream.

"grass!"

Berengar was like a furious beast, yelling on the ground while struggling to stand up.

Around the shed, a group of dark figures emerged from the distance.

They deliberately stayed far away from here, only aiming their bows and arrows, and Berengar's witcher senses didn't sense them at all.

 The leader approached the struggling witcher on the ground.

It was a short and strong man, accompanied by two hunting dogs.

"I knew that the demon hunter wouldn't let go, so I waited here, but... it's interesting! Another demon hunter got involved in this matter, what? Are you loners secretly connected? "

The stocky man said in surprise. As he spoke, he stepped over Berengar's leg that was hit by the arrow, as if he didn't see the road clearly.

 The arrow shaft was stepped on and crooked, and the arrowhead left in the flesh was severely gouged out.

Berengar could feel the sound of the steel of the arrow scraping against the bones!

 “Ah! Ah!!”

This kind of pain is unbearable even for a demon hunter, and the screams echo through the silent night sky.

Berengar’s neck had veins bulging out from the severe pain, and he struggled to crawl further away.

 But the two hunting dogs opened their mouths and bit the witcher's arms and shoulders without any instructions from their masters.

The sharp teeth pulled at his flesh and dragged it to the man's feet.

 “Bastard! Bastard human trafficker!”

Berengar used his remaining arm to hit and slap him, but the two hunting dogs would not let go after they bit him. The more they hit him, the more fierce they became.

 But soon, the witcher no longer resisted even this little bit.

 Because a foot stepped on his face and crushed his face into a pool of blood on the ground.

The owner of the foot "persuaded" Berengar in a tone that sounded like a joke between friends.

“Brother, let’s calm down. Why are you so angry with these two beasts? It’s not worth the harm to your body!”

As he spoke, the hound biting his arm made a "click" sound under his mouth.

It bit off Berengar's arm bone.

The witcher lay on the ground with his mouth wide open, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes were round.

The arched body was like a dead fish flapping, but it was crushed down by the harder feet, unable to move.

“It seems that there is a bit of difference between him and that demon hunter.”

The stocky figure, Urbank looked around at the witcher at his feet. "Thankfully, I got to know mutants like you. They have smart noses and ears. It's very useful to shoot arrows from a distance for sneak attacks. Even that demon hunter shouldn't be able to survive being stabbed like a hedgehog. You two The difference is nothing compared to a dozen crossbows."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, in order to kill the demon hunter who wanted to rip out my throat, I pulled out such a team of people under the pressure of the boss. Although I didn't catch him this time, with you here, it can be regarded as a help to the boss. A piece of evidence that witchers are a threat."

Berengar looked up at Ubank's face with cannibalistic eyes.

 But the head-eater was not nervous at all.

 “Nice look, man. But honestly, you’re not intimidating at all.”

"People like you may be filled with righteous indignation or want to prove the value of your life for a moment, so you run out to do chivalry. But I know people like you too well."

“As long as I hide, it doesn’t even have to be a few years, it only takes ten days and a half, and your anger is gone. Even if we meet by chance in a tavern, you can still hold back your hand that wants to draw the sword.”

Stepping on Berengar's face, Urbank knelt down and stared into his eyes and asked with a smile.

"You are not the kind of people who have the courage to pursue it to the end. The most comforting thing you can say to yourself is that it's all over. But that demon hunter is different."

Speaking of the figure who stood up to the pressure of a camp in the dark night without retreating, fearing, or fighting to the death, the smile on Urbank's face was always there, and his mood was not even noticeable to him. Slowly disappear.

“I don’t know why that demon hunter is not afraid. He is not afraid of the numerical gap or the forces behind him. It can even be said that he doesn’t care at all!”

"That kind of person, even if I lie half-dead in bed decades later and will die in the next second, he will definitely come over to collect debts from me with a sword in hand! Even if I don't know at all, what do I have with him? There is no reason to fight to the death, but I know by looking at his eyes that he will definitely do this."

“That’s the deterrent, brother. That’s why I brought dozens of people and a dozen crossbows to camp here in the middle of the night.”

 “If I don’t kill him, I will never be able to live peacefully in this life!”

Ubank moved his feet away from Berengar's face, tilted his head, and the two hounds obediently let go of their mouths and ran behind him.

Two people came out of the dark figures, one of whom was about to drag the half-dead demon hunter away.

 One of them walked straight towards the head-eater.

 Whispered against the shaved side of his head.

 After whispering, Urbank's eyes sparkled with surprise.

 “What a good luck, the crossbow is loaded, let’s run again.”

 “Walking toward the trade area.”

   ~~~~~~

 In the hotel, Lan En was sitting in the lobby waiting for his dinner with Aaliyah.

　　The hood and cloak are very conspicuous, but the boss is very confident in the security of the trading area and does not care about Lan En's sneaky appearance.

The chef moved very quickly, and before long, a large plate of food was placed on the table in front of Lan En.

“Sir, you can eat here or take it back to your room. Our staff will collect the tableware in the morning.”

The boss’s voice had a routine and tiredness to it. I think he said this a hundred and eighty times a day.

Lan En nodded, suddenly pointed at a glass of red wine on the dinner plate, and asked.

 “I remember that this was not included in the meals at the accommodation.”

 “This is a gift from someone else, sir.”

The young man just wanted to ask. He had no relatives or friends here, and the sorceresses all knew that he wanted to act covertly. Who would give him drinks.

 But the next moment, a palm slapped Lan En on the shoulder, causing the cat eyes under his hood to shrink suddenly.

 Then there was a familiar, chilling voice.

 “Relax, relax, my friend.”

 A half-bald head appeared in front of Lan En with a smile.

“It is a basic etiquette for businessmen to treat customers to a drink when visiting.”

 Gunt O'Dimm.

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