Lan En shook off the blood droplets on the Bear School's steel sword, wiped it clean with a rag, and inserted it back into the scabbard behind his back.

Corpses all over the ground, like the first small camp he tracked down by scent.

"This is the fourth...... It should be enough. ”

The young witcher muttered to himself.

Mentos in his mind confirmed his estimate.

"73% of the time, sir. It's big enough. ”

"In the final analysis, they set up a sentry in the form of a two-day shift, and in order to avoid people's eyes, they can't use wolf smoke warning, which is impossible to achieve the effect of rapid transmission of information, just interception and vigilance."

"Clearing four sentry posts is enough to keep this passage open."

After saying that, Mentos also added it rigorously.

Of course, this probability only takes effect after you actually succeed in saving someone. And as you get injured and your efficiency is affected, this probability will fall off a cliff. ”

"I understand, but you also know that this kind of talk doesn't scare me."

The dense woods rattled, and the footsteps of the witcher sounded in the swaying of the foliage, and his back slowly disappeared into the shade again.

All the way downhill.

Relying on the information obtained from the torture in the four sentry posts, Lan En already had a rough idea of their home base, the secret port.

The standing number ranged from forty to fifty, and there were cannibal groups, but there were also people who did not know the cannibals.

According to them, "this is a buyer found by the 'head eater', the business is very large, and it is normal for people to send a wave of people to follow".

Thinking of this, Lan En sneered.

The cannibals probably had their brains eaten up to believe such a statement.

Most of the cannibals, who were the main force in the business, were sent to the outskirts of the outposts, and only a small number were allowed to return to the port during the shift break.

This is called "the Piper follows"? This is simply treating cannibals as wage earners!

But for the witchers, none of this is a top priority.

Child abduction and cannibalism...... Damn either one anyway.

Lan's speed was planned, and just as it was getting dark, he followed the enemy's confession to this base camp.

The perimeter was not as well defended as it had been, which allowed Lan to hunch over and look out at some of the camp's scenes through the trees.

Come to think of it, they have set up a lot of sentry posts on the perimeter.

Human resources are also precious resources, and it is outrageous that a criminal gang of hundreds of people can exist in Weilun.

An organization's resources are limited, and it is normal to weigh the pros and cons at the expense of one or the other.

"The situation is far more optimistic than expected. Mentos, it seems that the two of us don't have to fight. ”

The amber cat's eyes turned smartly.

The area of the camp is not large, about 300 square meters.

A small harbor was built in the direction of the sea, where several small boats that could swim in the shallows docked.

It is estimated that the freight method they adopted was: the goods were put on small ships in the port, and the large ships were arranged to pick up the goods in the deep water area in the distance.

In the camp, most of the armed men live in improvised tents, in the shape of a crescent, half-wrapped in a blackened wooden cage-like cell.

There was the largest tent in the middle of the crescent, which was supposed to be the leader's place.

They didn't care about the lighting of the Prison Zone, because the other side of the Prison Zone was not surrounded and was directly by the sea.

And before civilization developed electric light, the light at night was always a luxury.

Candles, lamp oil, firewood...... These humble things are all bright money!

Whether it was Zhi Brain or Lan En, they seemed to have forgotten about it in a nervous mood before.

Therefore, in the eyes of Lan En, a modern person, not only is the prison area dark, but even the accommodation area of the armed personnel can only be called "dim".

A few fixed fires, a dozen patrolmen with a torch each, that's all there is to light.

Darkness is the strength of the witcher.

Mentos also relaxed as soon as he saw the camp.

It's too dark here...... It's just amazing!

Now the main body doesn't have to work hard.

"The rescue success rate has gone up by 30 percent, sir. But I think it's safe that you should still surreptitiously clear more than a third of the armed men in this camp. ”

Damn, you shrunk shrum! Do you know how I feel when I look at that mood chart all the way like I look at the bomb lead?!

Let Lao Tzu die quietly!

There is no doubt that the biological brain is capable of learning to swear.

It's just that according to the Education Law of the People's Federation, they can't be publicized in the communication with children.

Lan En could hear a little excitement in Mentos's intelligent voice.

But his own mood is the same, the target he wants to rescue is in that dark prison area...... He's very close now.

He removed the silver sword from behind him and placed it on the ground.

Tighten the scattered iron buckles on his body again, so that the armor and scattered equipment will not jingle due to movement.

Finally, Lan En pulled out a bottle of potion from his alchemy leather bag.

The overall texture is translucent milky white, but at the very bottom there seems to be a black viscous precipitate.

The potion [Cat], which gives the Witcher a glimmer of vision.

The Witcher has a pair of cat's eyes, but under normal conditions it only increases his observational power, and only by drinking potions can he temporarily gain super-sensitive vision.

"Phew—I can't imagine that apart from the Grass Trial, the first potion to enter the body will be this."

Lan exhaled softly, then drank the bottle to his lips.

The strange feeling of the potion entering the body was strange and familiar, and the corners of Lan's mouth twitched slightly, and the pain caused by the poison was bearable.

From under the neckline of the armor, the black toxin, or medicinal power, spread all the way from the veins to the face.

Finally, near the eye socket, this vascular density converges.

Now Lan En's face was pale, his eye sockets were dark, and he looked more like a monster that should be hunted by him.

This is still the potion that is drunk and not very toxic, and even the eyeballs will turn pure black even if they go further.

This face after taking drugs can be regarded as a major reason why the witcher is discriminated against.

He pulled out his hunting knife from his lower back, grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground, and smeared it on the blade, as well as his steel armguard.

It was one of the few bare reflectors on his body.

"Here we go, Mentos!"

Lane stooped toward the secret harbor, his heavy armor making him look like a tiptoeing black bear.

Anyone who has ever used a torch at night without auxiliary lighting will understand that this thing is really weak as a light source.

A patrol officer followed the route and walked to the outskirts of the camp, the torch stretched out and glanced around, ready to change places.

Lan En was less than ten meters in front of him, quietly watching the man turn around.

He could even see the shiny reflection in the guy's hair.

The Demon Hunter is physically stronger than normal, allowing Lan En to walk faster than normal people even when he is hunched.

In the darkness, a pair of hands stretched out, brutally covered the patrolman's mouth and nose from behind, pulled over, and cut his throat with a "sting".

It's like the killer in the movie.

Lan thought so.

But there are also "points" that are different......

The struggling humans seem to burst out with greater strength in the first few seconds of their near-death state.

His body instinctively resisted, scratched, and twitched.

Lan En even had to wrap his hands and legs around his legs so that he wouldn't make too many moves.

The hand holding the torch was held directly by the witcher, so that the torch would not shake.

Cutting your throat doesn't kill you in the first place, and Rann hadn't paid attention to it before.

Because he is more proficient in frontal sword fighting, stabbing his throat and cutting off his head before he dies, it only takes half a second to stab his chest and cut off his head.

But during the assassination, the half-minute struggle period after cutting his throat made Lan's cotton armor cover wet with blood.

He had cleared four camps before, and the battle had not even touched him.