Lan En patted the dirt off his body and stood up.

His hand rested on the handle of the halberd stuck in the stomach of Porton's corpse.

"Poof-"

With a slight force, the murder weapon was pulled out.

The majestic corpse then slumped like mud, and Lan didn't look at it again.

The feud between them has been written off.

The three sergeants who had already gathered the captain's body and were waiting on the side slowly approached when they saw this.

"You're done talking?"

The halberd asked tentatively.

Lan En didn't reply, just nodded, grabbed the tip of the halberd's tail, and handed it to him.

Seeing this, the halberd soldier grinded his teeth, but still reached out and took his weapon.

"Can this be so stable...... And your teachers. I've never seen anyone wear such heavy armor and move so fast...... Are you demon hunters of this level? ”

If it weren't for the Bear School armor, or even if it was a little inferior, Bolton would have died at the first wave of arrows.

Heavy armor is the second guarantee of a soldier's life - the first guarantee is the fighting quality of the soldier himself.

"I'm different." Lan En let go and shrugged, "Our school is stronger than the average school. ”

The halberd soldiers began to clean the blood and grease from their blades, and it was not easy to cut people with weapons. If you dare not clean it, it will dare to rust the next day.

The archers on one side then asked for Lan's opinion.

"Then we're going to take the two corpses away together?"

"I'll need to take off his armor first," Ryan shrugged, gesturing to Boldon's body behind him, "He gave me this armor." ”

The crossbowman couldn't help but nod, "You really should keep it, I've never seen such a good piece of armor, it must not be cheap." ”

His tone was full of admiration, and he bowed his head embarrassedly as he spoke, and looked at his own standard armor.

As a standing soldier under Lord Willen, the highest level of armor he had ever seen was the lord's heirloom.

But everyone in Wiren knew that their lord, Viselard, did not have the courage to go into battle.

His heirloom armor may still be gorgeous on the outside, but it is still resistant to slashing...... That goes without saying.

Lan nodded in agreement.

"The craftsmanship is very good, but because of this, it is also a lot of money to repair the big hole in the abdomen."

With the help of three professional sergeants, a set of Polton's bear school armor was quickly removed.

The Bear School is the only school of demon hunters equipped with heavy armor.

With a total weight of nearly thirty kilograms, it is unlikely that an ordinary person will be able to get up just by falling.

Putting on and taking off is even more important to have the help of an attendant.

The three sergeants dragged the two bodies all the way out of the small valley, where they had the four horses they had ridden.

Bolton and Lanne's mounts were also there.

"Thank you again, Master Witcher. Whether it's the help of the battle, or the forfeiture of the bounty. Before leaving, the three sergeants bent down on horseback to greet Lane.

"We are usually in the Raven's Nest, which is also Sir Viselard's castle, if you need it, please feel free to come by, no matter what others think, we will surely entertain you with the best."

"Crow's nest, I remember." Lan responded with a smile, not correcting their salutation.

Demon Hunter Master refers to those who are able to hunt large monsters alone.

Adult griffons, petrified chicken snakes, petrified lizards, pterodactyls...... It doesn't matter what kind it is, they all have the combat power to slaughter a squad of ten soldiers individually.

Bolton has had this kind of record and can be called a master.

But even if he is able to hunt large monsters alone, he will still die in the face of the very different combat mode of the human civil war.

For Lan En, although he is far from being called a "master", for them who may never walk out of Willen for the rest of their lives, why bother.

"By the way, I have a question." Lan asked casually. "Why did Sir Wiselard go after a murderer so hard this time?"

Willen is dying every day, and although the crime of being a murderer is serious, as long as he appears in front of the guards with little fanfare, the pursuit and wanted are just a formality.

I had been planning to get rid of my mentor for a long time, but I took the opportunity of chasing him to make it really temporary.

There is a reason why Bolton dared to kill people directly. He was deprived of emotions by mutations, but not brains.

"This guy is pure bad luck." The halberd soldier pointed to the corpse on horseback.

"Auriden is the home of a big man, I heard if it's a cousin of King Foltest or something. The knight often held two-wheeled carriage races in Auridon. He was in a hurry, and there was a game in the days when he killed people, and he had to rectify law and order. Lord Viselard didn't dare to snub the big man of Virjma. ”

So the crime of homicide, which was originally insignificant, now requires a team of professional soldiers to chase and hang.

This is not simply "impartial law enforcement", this is a "political statement".

Makes sense.

Lan En nodded, for matters that might be difficult for the natives of this world to understand, his relatively rich knowledge and education could easily straighten out his thoughts.

No longer tangled, Lan and the three sergeants waved goodbye.

The horses left behind by Bolton were sturdy and spirited, with pure black fur shiny and shiny, with only four hooves with white hair.

It's a mare that walks through the snow.

Lan stroked the bridge of the horse's nose and made eye contact with it.

The horse's nostrils were wide open, he was breathing, and his eyes were calm. Even without the Axifa Seal, this horse is very receptive to Lanen, after all, he has been feeding the horse all this time.

This is the war horse that Bordon bought at a great price.

Although it is not comparable to those horses that have been trained as heavy cavalry and can master at least four hoof movements in training to adapt to the battlefield environment.

But the constitution is fine.

Authentic Kodwin good horses.

This horse had eaten much better than Rann before.

"The Law of Sighs"

"Quiet, Popai, be quiet."

Lane easily pacified the horse named "Popai", and the temporarily torn and ill-fitting Bear School armor was placed on the back of his old horse.

Lane is sure that his size continues to grow, but the gap between him and Boldon still looks huge.

Although this precious armor has already reached his hands, if he wants to use it, in addition to repairing the large hole in his abdomen, he has to change his body.

I don't know if there is a competent blacksmith master in the whole of Willen.

And the damaged Willen sword was simply left in the bloody mud.

Instead, Lan En carried the two swords with bear heads carved into the weight ball at the end of the hilt behind his back.

The Bear School of Steel and Silver Swords.

As soon as he held it in his hand, the young man immediately felt the difference. It's like a poor kid wearing a shirt for thousands of dollars for the first time in his life.

It's an "expensive" feeling that you can touch.

The material of the blade, the subtle center of gravity, and the good grip...... Compared to these two swords, Lan En felt that the Willen longsword he had been using before was simply a thin piece of iron!

Boldon can cut off the bodies of four half-evil demons with a single sword, and in addition to his strength and swordsmanship, the quality of the sword itself is also very important.

Lane now felt it to the fullest.

With a good sword of this level, he could hack himself to death in half a minute with only a hunting knife.

The young man's hand was still rubbing against the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the two horses rode one leading the other, away from the blood-soaked valley.

The clouds in the sky are stirring, and Willen is near the sea, and the sky is changing.

It's like what happened to Lan En himself.

When he came, he was still an apprentice demon hunter who couldn't control his life and death. But when he left, he had already killed his mentor.

Once again, he became the master of his own life.

On horseback, the young man's nose fluttered, and he smelled the smell of the soil.

"It's very windy, and it's going to rain."

Lan tightened the worn cotton armor on his body, gently pinched the belly of the horse, and the sturdy mare began to gallop in small steps.

He had to go to Oriden, the village where Borton had committed the murder.