The footsteps and movements of the horses were not light, and although this small camp seemed unguarded, in the land of Willen, those who were unguarded in the field had turned into dung.

"Who's there?"

There was a clatter of steel, and then a halberd sticking out of the tarpaulin.

At first, it was laid flat, and it was not until the blade of the halberd came out of the tarpaulin that it stood upright.

Followed out was a soldier trying to straighten his helmet.

The face is dark, but not due to skin color or labor.

Lan En had the answer at the first glance, it was a layer of black putty caused by the mixing of dust and sweat and grease that he was too lazy to clean.

The messy beard was unkempt, and Lan En had already led Popai closer by this time.

Glancing into the tarpaulin, there were two soldiers on all fours holding the storage box to get up.

The black-faced soldier who had been the first to ask began to get impatient, and he repeated it.

"In the name of Sir Wiselard! Stranger, tell me who you are and what you are doing here? ”

Lan En lowered his eyelids and didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Viselard? Are you loyal to Lord Willen? ”

"Bang bang, isn't this obvious?"

The black-faced soldier tapped the Temerian White Lily insignia on his breastplate, and looked right.

In fact, it is a bit reluctant to call that piece of armor a "cuirass".

Unlike the soldiers under Philip Strenger, the experienced soldiers who came down from the battlefield basically had a Temerian armor. (Picture to be shown later)

Although it is not high-end, it is a complete set of armor with chain mail lining, large plate armor hanging on the upper body, and steel armor on the hands, feet and knees.

But the armor of the soldier in front of him was a set of tattered cotton armor as a base, barely wrapped with a curved iron plate in front of the abdomen.

The quality of that cotton armor was not even as good as Lan's initial equipment.

Compared with the standard armor, it is even less on the same level.

Lan En quickly raised his eyes, and then lowered them again.

At least the mark was correct.

The young man also wondered why there were Veselard's soldiers here.

Philip Strenger's squad of professional soldiers, positioned under Viselard to resemble an elite unit.

But for a lord to maintain control of his territory, an elite squad is not enough.

A large number of "scum soldiers" like the soldiers in front of them are the tentacles of the lord's rule over Willen.

Set up a base in each village, and each base does not need to be many, just assign three or four people, and then move regularly and pay salaries and supplies.

This team, which collectively numbered about a few hundred or thousand, was the largest force under Viserad's command.

They don't have to be strong, they don't have to be warlike, they don't even have to be brave, but as long as they exist, it means that Viselard's rule over Willen is secure.

Honestly, these guys might be able to go to the crow's nest four or five times in their lifetime?

It's a far cry from Philip's professional soldiers who can eat and live with their lords.

The Chase Shop in the Crow's Nest Castle is a dormitory for professional soldiers.

"A passerby, sir. I have no ill intentions, but I have a child who has gone missing around here, have you noticed? ”

Lan didn't want the other party to see his eyes, otherwise the racist atmosphere could cause unnecessary trouble for the conversation.

The black-faced soldier looked absentmindedly at the two swords behind Lan En's back, and the rod of the halberd was held in his arms against the ground.

Two other soldiers armed with swords and shields also stood behind him.

In all cases, the black-faced soldier appeared to relax.

"Kids? Haven't seen it. Is there anyone in this place except the farmer who grows flowers? Phew-"

He tilted his head and spat thick phlegm.

"You're really crazy to come here looking for a child."

“...... Maybe, goodbye. ”

Lan En nodded indifferently and prepared to turn and leave.

White's golden forty-eight hours were passing minute by minute, and he had no time to waste.

But as soon as Lan En took Popai and turned around, the voice of the black-faced soldier came again.

"Wait......"

Lann's lowered eyelids lifted slightly.

How to describe the tone of the black-faced soldier?

With a smile, but this smile is not friendly, but a playful laugh.

The malice was undisguised, like a sticky black mud.

There was something hard and sharp in the vest behind him.

It was the blade of a halberd.

"Hey, passerby. We are Sir Wiselard's soldiers, and do you know how hard we have worked to keep Wiren safe? ”

"You walk, you make money, you live on this land...... Don't you think you should thank us? Well? ”

The halberd blade was gently pressed against Lan En's back as if it were a discussion.

But the young witcher knew that if he didn't want to "discuss", the next time he poked it out, it wouldn't be as simple as "topping".

Behind the black-faced soldier, the two sword and shield soldiers seemed to be amused by Lan En's frozen movements, and laughed unscrupulously.

This cheerful atmosphere created by wanton oppression and dominance in violent activities naturally affected the black-faced soldiers with halberds.

His halberd blade stretched forward a few more inches.

Lan En turned his back to the three of them and took a deep breath.

He didn't want to get in trouble.

At least not yet.

White could die at any time, and if he didn't die, he could be sold, so if he didn't want to lose it, he had to seize every second!

At this already very tense time, he should not have clashed with his lord's men.

Most importantly - Rann wants to control himself.

Try not to get angry, try to restrain your anxiety and anger, these emotions will only be bad, only bad......

"Breathe-exhale-"

In the eyes of the black-faced soldier behind him, the wheezing sound represented cowardice and panic even more.

Rann reached into the saddlebag on Popai's back, and he handed a package behind him.

"Sir, you're right. You've worked so hard, here's two roast chickens, a jar of berries and raspberries, and a few pieces of bread. I'll just invite everyone to dinner, and take it. ”

The black-faced soldier smiled "hehe", and a sword and shield soldier beside him reached out and pulled away the package from Lan En's hand.

After opening, take a deep inhale.

"Woohoo! Fresh roast chicken and fruit! I'm almost throwing up the fucking cured meat. ”

Rann turned a deaf ear to the noise behind him, he raised his hands and slowly turned to face the three of them.

"Sir, can I go? I still have to look for the kids. ”

But instead of seeing a look of satisfaction on that disgusting black face, on the contrary, greed was rising.

The halberd's blade was pressed against the heart again, and this time the black face pushed the halberd blade even further.

His head tilted against Popai's back.

"Go on!"

"Keep digging!"

Lan's tongue licked his lips, but he didn't say anything.

A change of clothes, dried fish, a water bladder with wine...... The thing was sent to the three of them in one go.

The three soldiers were happily and pleasantly surprised as they rummaged through their gains, smiling from ear to ear.

Lan En said calmly, "Can I go?" ”

The three of them looked up from their joy and sneered contemptuously at Lan En.

And in the thick of sarcasm and disdain, their greedy eyes turned to Lan En's body.

The black-faced soldier raised his halberd again, as if it were the most deterrent weapon in the world.

"Sword, purse, armor, all unloaded!"

The voice was more confident than it had been a dozen seconds ago.

Lan let out a slow breath, but stopped moving.

Seeing that Lan En did not give in, as if he had been greatly insulted, the black-faced soldier wanted to push Lan En in the chest again with his halberd blade.

"I'll let you take it off! Are you deaf? ”

Lan En pursed his lips, twisted his neck, and put down his originally raised hands, looking at each other coldly.

"I'm deaf your mother*!"

The black-faced soldier was furious! It's really insulting.

So he simply pushed the halberd to make a hole in Lan En's chest.

But a purple magical aura flashed, and a circle of magic runes suddenly appeared on the ground.

The black-faced soldier could clearly cut out Lan En's heart and lungs as long as he advanced a few inches, and he didn't even need a moment's movement on weekdays, but at this time, it took a long time inexplicably.

The seal of Ardennes, the range hysteresis trap.

The sluggish movements of the enemy bring plenty of reaction time.

Lan En pursed his lips, and immediately bullied himself while pushing the halberd blade with one hand!

"Bang !!"

A fist with a studded leather glove! It's smashed right in the middle of that black face!

The jaws are deformed and twisted under tremendous force. One by one, the teeth fly out of the gums.

The fleshy facial features are squeezed into a pile by fists!

There is no scream, the scream will be suppressed by this punch in the throat!

The black-faced soldier who stood up to a foot of six or seven meters lost his height almost instantly, and his head was smashed into the ground by his fist!

The back of the head hit the stone, and the red and white sprayed out, dyeing a piece.

Then, in the middle of this drawing of blood, Lan En, who was bloodshot in the corners of his eyes, slowly raised his head.

The cat's eyes looked at the other two sword and shield soldiers who were already frightened.

Pulled out the fist that was sunk in his face......

It took two minutes for Lan's bloody hand to get dressed again.

"You just got out of control, sir."

Mentos spoke in his head.

And Lan En calmly admitted it.

"Well, I'm out of control."

"Do you need me to remake your plans, I'm worried that you won't be able to keep your sanity and face the unexpected in the future."

"No, no, Mentos."

The young man's tone was unwavering.

"If it's out of control, it's out of control, anyway, there's only one plan for the next ......"

"Kill all those who want to cut me."