There were fifteen horses in the group, and the already unoptimistic road conditions were trampled by the horses' hooves.

Philip and his men approached Condale Station.

They weren't going to get any supplies or anything in the barracks, he knew too well what the barracks had in store for the inferior soldiers.

Moldy brown bread, potatoes, turnips, onions...... Not even a whetstone!

He just came over to ask about the situation, and then briefly probed the situation, even if it was an errand.

You can't say that they are negligent in their duties, because every soldier here will draw his sword and rush to cut people the first time they see a trafficker.

It's just that solving cases and tracking down are indeed easy to wear down fighting spirit and make people lazy, and no one is exempt from vulgarity.

But as the group got closer and closer to the location of the station marked on the map, a soldier with a good sense of smell in the team issued a warning to everyone.

"Guys, something is wrong! It smells of blood! ”

The original lazy and lazy temperament of a group of people immediately changed, as tight as a bowstring that had been pulled apart.

You can say that battlefield veterans are uneducated and uneducated, but you can't say that they can't kill people and won't save their lives.

Philip was a little slower by half a beat due to the influence of alcohol, but he was also a clever man, and his vest was sweating and sobering up a lot.

"Be vigilant! Approach Scouting! ”

The nervous cavalrymen rushed to the station with the sound of rumbling horses' hooves.

This berserk style of riding is mostly used near the battlefield, and can be charged at full speed at any time while maintaining vigilance.

Like a bayonet ready to poke out.

And as the situation of the station was revealed, Philip and his men frowned in unison.

"There is no one around, and there are no beasts and monsters......"

The men and horses on both sides of the cavalry team spontaneously left the team to reconnoiter and found nothing.

When he was sure that there was no danger, Philip waved his hand and motioned for his horse to slow down behind him.

Finally, stop in front of the station.

"York, go see what's going on."

Philip sat on his horse, his vigilant and fierce eyes looking around.

Except for the halberd soldiers he named, the others were still sitting on their horses, in a state of being ready to charge and fight at any time.

After York dismounted, he carried his halberd and walked more than ten steps, even if it was across the entire station.

The traces of the fight are not hidden at all, and you can see it all when you stand up.

Because of this, York, who was carrying a halberd, couldn't help but sharpen his teeth.

"The plague is above...... Boss, all three heads are hammered! ”

"Holy God! Can you tell me something I didn't see! ”

Philip was nervous for no reason in this scene, and it stands to reason that he should not have seen more tragic battlefields on the battlefield of Sidaris's restoration of the royal family.

It's not that Tu Village has never seen it, why do you panic in the land where only three people died?

The war horse under the crotch felt this panic through the reins, and it did not stay in place.

Instead, the hooves flicked, and they walked around with a click, looking like they were ready to run at any moment.

"It's different, chief......," Yorke pouted, standing in front of the corpse of the black-faced soldier, tipping the tail of the halberd in his hand against his rotten head.

The red, white goo on his head trembled slightly.

"The heads of these three people were all smashed like this with their fists. Can you see what I mean? Fist, just a snap, and then their heads 'bang'......"

Philip's face was ugly, and he realized what was the source of his abnormal feelings.

- Three corpses are not normal!

There is only a big depression in the face door all over the body!

The wound did look like a fist......

But how is that possible?

Although the output of the fist is an instantaneous impact force, it is not the same as the continuous force of lifting a heavy object or pushing and pulling a heavy object.

But to cause this form of wound, to say the least, it would have to be hundreds of kilograms larger!

"Maybe it's a monster, York? We're not witchers, and we've seen a lot of monsters we've never seen, and we don't recognize the wounds they cause. ”

Philip frowned and retorted, but York nodded the corpse's head with the tip of his halberd tail.

"You can't see clearly when you're sitting on your horse, sir. But in my place, I could see the wounds on their faces, the marks left by the triangular nails on their gloves. ”

"The killer wears a nice pair of gloves, which is why the wound is so horrible...... Tsk, the three of them are no different from being hit in the face with a hammer. ”

In the face of conclusive evidence, Philip could no longer leave anything to chance.

So far, there really hasn't been a monster that wears human armor neatly.

But the fist of man ...... Can you really smash out a hundred, close to a thousand kilograms!?

What the fuck does this exist!

"Meritelli...... This fist smashed me in the stomach and smashed all my out! ”

The corners of Philip's mouth twitched, and he whispered a whisper.

Although his voice was not high, the brothers around him nodded in agreement.

Wait a minute!

The sergeant suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Can punch hundreds of kilograms in one punch...... People, it doesn't seem to be non-existent in the realm of Valen?

Philip and York looked at each other in unison.

At this moment, they all remembered the guy with the studded leather gloves and a pair of cat's eyes.

The Witcher!

York approached Philip with a puzzled face, and Philip also leaned down from his horse with an inexplicable expression.

"Boss, what's going on...... this? Lan En, he can already be regarded as killing officers and soldiers. ”

"Officials and officers and soldiers don't talk about it first." Philip glanced at the three bodies.

This kind of lowest-level soldier, saying that he is an officer and soldier, is not, and no one cares about it.

Although he wore armor emblazoned with the white lilies of Temeria, he must have worked part-time as a roadblocker, which was self-evident and tacit.

Both statements actually depend on how Jazz himself judges.

Philip didn't think about the thoughts of those big people, he just subconsciously covered his stomach and said.

"The point is...... I've never seen Lan En so angry! ”

The sergeant's tone was tangled, and he winced slightly.

Fuck, polite, kind and enthusiastic witcher, with your fists in the blink of an eye!

With a fucking fist! Smashed the heads of three people!

...... It's so brutal too!

I've never seen this effect on the battlefield with a warhammer!

"I don't think it's right, too." York replied to his boss.

"When I was still in the law enforcement team, we were all so frightened that we pointed arrows at him, and he was still able to explain to us slowly, and then eliminate the hostility and avoid bloodshed...... That character and cultivation are by no means pretended! ”

"But now ......"

The two looked at the three heads like rotten watermelons together, and were silent.

The witcher is really!

Together, they recognized this.

Immediately, Philip discovered the key.

"Why is he so enraged?"

The sergeant's eyes flashed.

"Or rather, all of Willen, what could make him so angry?"

York was confused, but vaguely remembered that on that night, Lan En held the sword of fire and cut off the cannibal's feet without blinking.

"Cannibalism...... Sect? ”

"Smack! Stupid! Is Len stupid? Found out that the cannibal sect is not coming to us? ”

A slap of his palm on the helmet of the halberd soldier made York's head buzz.

"That's it...... The child was abducted, and he was too anxious? ”

Now Willen is the most intractable and infuriating of these two cases.

"No, demon hunters can't have children, can they?"

"Smack!" The helmet of the halberd soldier was hit again.

"You don't care if he can have a child or not, it must be a big case anyway! Trace the trail, let's keep up! By the way, it's important to follow, but let's not rush too much. ”

"Why don't you hurry?"

"You don't want to meet with Lan En when you're not sure if he's awake, do you? Look at these three 'rotten melons', tsk. ”

York shuddered and nodded.

Facing the bewildered halberd soldiers, Philip smiled kindly.

"Coincidentally, isn't it—"

"I don't want to!"