"Haha! Hillbilly is in the trap! ”

The young man who called himself Willis laughed and stepped forward to cut off Ran's head.

There was no trace of affinity in his smile, only the cruelty that was displayed wantonly, and the excitement of not waiting to see blood.

There was no caution and no care.

He really couldn't think of anything that his opponent would do to hurt his capital.

Two crossbowmen hiding in the shadows, themselves still a cavalryman. Dealing with a lone person...... Is there any suspense in this?

Cavalry! The class of the Lord of War!

In the era of cold weapons, no matter how strong the infantry was, it was a rabbit under the claws of an eagle in front of the cavalry.

Modern people don't know much about this, but those who have watched Spanish bullfighting shows may have a little of it.

Brightly dressed knights rode horses with braided hair.

They even dared to stand close to the enraged bull in their faces, and then let the horses start the moment the bull charged, deliberately keeping a distance of only one step, and slipped the bull to play.

Knights with good horse control skills can even greet spectators in the interval between drawing their javelins and stabbing them in the back of the ox.

A dozen or so strong men can't press the bull, with the cooperation of one person and one horse, is a meat target!

The speed of initiation is not comparable, and the speed of movement is not comparable...... What if I stand next to you?

And for people, this advantage is even more terrifying.

The opportunity for infantry to inflict damage on cavalry is only the moment of closeness, but the cavalry is full of opportunities from beginning to end.

So Willis's wanton and relaxation was taken for granted in his eyes.

That was the case until Lann turned around.

A pair of amber cat's eyes, turning back from the man in the mud, looked at Willis.

The pupils of those cat's eyes were almost shrunk into a slit!

Willis didn't know how to describe how he felt, and what he insisted on...... It's like a big predatory cat in the chest, with a sigh of relief against the heart.

The moment Willis began to charge on his horse, Lan had already pinched his handprint.

The infantry could not touch the cavalry...... But the witcher has a seal!

"Alder."

Boom!

The air was squeezed by the sudden propulsion, and Willis's horse's hooves were directly knocked crooked the moment they were about to hit the ground!

As a result, the weight of a whole horse on the ground is completely borne by the hoof of the horse in the wrong position.

There was a "click", and the white bones pierced the flesh from the horse's calves.

The horse let out a cry of pain, and began to roll hundreds of kilograms of its flesh on the mudflats.

By the time it stopped, the human knight who had been caught in the tumble could no longer feel his lower body.

Willis broke his lumbar vertebrae.

In fact, if this is not a tidal flat, but hard land, there are no others.

Lan En was expressionless, stepping on the mud to the side of the mixture of flesh and bones.

"Wait, wait! Sir, this is a mistake...... Boom! ”

A studded leather glove wrapped around the fist, and the punch slammed into Willis's face.

The otherwise decent young man tried to justify something, but after this punch, half of his face was scraped off by the three-edged iron nails on Lan En's gloves.

The intense pain prompted the body to secrete a large amount of pain-relieving hormone, which was not effective for long, but was now enough to make Willis groggy.

After a punch, two crossbow arrows pierced the air again, but both were easily dodged by Lan.

With guards and no one to stop him from moving, these things can't hurt him at all.

One cavalryman, two crossbowmen. This was an even more difficult battle than the siege of Boldon.

But Bolton didn't even have a way out at that time, so he had to fight hard.

And then he was desperately killed.

And now that Len took advantage of Willis's carelessness to abolish him first, it was only a blink of an eye that this battle went from the climax to the end.

Ordinary demon hunters simply can't seize the moment when a horse's hooves hit the ground and release Alder, who is enough to hit the horse's hooves.

Their Alpha Fayin power is too scattered, and if it really hits the cavalry, it may not even be able to make Ma Don a moment.

This is the first killing that only Lann can accomplish with the observation and control blessed by Mentos.

The witcher took a deep look at the road in the distance, where the crossbow bolts came from.

But he didn't have time to kill them all, because Bernie was already bleeding profusely.

Before Lan En could finish tangling with the two crossbowmen at a distance of 100 meters, he would probably lose consciousness.

"Mentos, build the emergency skill [Boat Operation], call up and analyze Bernie's boat action in memory, and then instill it directly in me."

Grabbing Willis by the neck, he pulled him out of his entangled flesh with the horses and threw him onto the boat.

Rann's eyes were bloody, but he didn't even wipe them, and raised his hand to help Bernie up and prop him up towards the boat.

Twist left and right twice, and the third round of crossbow arrows will shoot in the air by the ear.

After this round, the crossbowmen on the opposite side were already afraid to shoot arrows.

"It's going to be hard, sir. We've been with Bernie for too long, and we estimate that the proficiency of the [Ship Operation] skill should reach over 70%! ”

"Just do it."

As soon as he went out in the morning, the 20% proficiency instilled that even after a night of recuperation, Lan En rubbed his head for a while.

But now, in the face of at least 70% proficiency indoctrination, he doesn't even blink an eye!

Mentos had no authority to stop its master, and it knew that, with Ran's will, it couldn't be persuaded at all.

It's just that the underlying logic dictates that it has to be reminded.

"Proficiency indoctrination begins."

Countless movements analyses flooded into his mind, forcing Lan's brain cells to remember and understand.

The amount of information was too much, and the activity of brain cells caused the temperature of his forehead to plummet to 39 degrees.

If it weren't for the Witcher's physical endurance, it would have killed a human being.

But Lane only paused as he helped Bernie walk, and then walked again.

Cold sweat was flowing, and the muscles on my face were already convulsing uncontrollably in pain.

He felt like his brain was going to explode!

Rann ...... Am I being shot? ”

Everything happened so quickly that Bernie didn't react in ignorance until he fell to the ground because of the arrow.

He wanted to increase his strength, but the position of the arrow was like opening a hole in the reservoir, and his strength was gone.

"Shut up, Bernie. Lao Tzu is saving your life, and Lao Tzu is very uncomfortable now, you give me less nonsense! ”

His eyes had ghosted, but Lan's mouth was still mercilessly taunting Bernie.

"Ha, you're going to curse too. This is the second time I've been hurt, tsk...... The Witcher is a disaster. ”

Bernie hadn't heard Rann swear, and in fact Len had always behaved more modestly than the nobility in Auridon.

The villagers even made up a rather dramatic life story for him.

Bernie's teasing didn't affect Lane.

In the midst of pain, time will pass slowly.

Lane finally put Bernie in the boat, and he took Bernie's hand and pressed it to his abdomen, gritting his teeth.

"Hold it down hard, it can suppress the bleeding, and whether you can live or not depends on this."

Then he turned around and pushed the boat into the lake.

The head was a mess, and in the two minutes it had been at the helm, the boat had even spun in place.

But even if your head hurts like this, the proficiency of your skills still doesn't falsify.

After two minutes, the boat was in good shape.

But that didn't put Rann in a good mood.

Because his head was still hurting, and Bernie's condition was not impressive.

This man didn't look afraid of anything at first, and said something.

"I just said yesterday that I should disappear for a while, and if I don't disappear today, I am a crow's mouth."

But then, as the blood loss became more and more severe, his body became colder and weaker.

The initial teasing was to comfort Lan En, his friends, and himself.

He's always been a man, and he doesn't want his friends to worry too much.

But now, inescapable fear has struck him.

His hands and feet began to scratch and flapp in the boat, just to give himself a little bit of presence.

He slurred his mouth and began muttering the names of his family.

Lan En had no choice but to drag him to his side and let him hold down the wound.

On the other side, step up and skillfully [operate the ship] and rush back to Ouriden as soon as possible.

It wasn't a long way back, and Rann was quick to get acquainted with, and twenty minutes after Bernie was shot, the witcher returned to the village with his friend.

But his ghostly eyes were no longer able to pay attention at this point, and the village dock was already full of people.

Mrs. Donald sat in the middle of the crowd with a small cloth bag in her arms.