“...... It's embarrassing. ”

Lan En shook the slippery blood from his gloves and frowned and whispered.

"I don't know how to make a person die quickly and silently, and I don't know how to make people bleed so violently when they die...... If it weren't for the smell of the sea, I wouldn't be able to hide my blood. ”

"Skill Analysis - [Assassination], current proficiency 1%

Skill Analysis - [Stealth], current proficiency 4%"

"Sir, the logic of the connotation of these two skills is far more complex than imagined, and the cost of learning without personnel guidance will be high, but now is not the time to be entangled."

"That's right, Mentos."

Lan fixed the torch to the fence of the camp, and with the current lighting environment, the corpse could not be seen as long as it was slightly away from the light source.

"You can't dwell on what you don't have, let's continue."

Lane continued deeper into the camp, intending to take out a few of the active patrolmen in order to achieve the cleanup goal suggested by Mentos.

Ten minutes later.

In the dim moonlight and firelight, Lan En crouched behind an empty tent when his ears heard footsteps approaching.

After silently estimating, the moment the patrol officers passed by the tent, Lan En got up and stretched out his hand.

Still covering the other's mouth and nose with the palm of his hand, this time he used a way that would not bleed.

With a "pop", the other party's face turned to the back.

His cervical vertebrae were directly torsional.

Rann followed the example and fastened the torches to the camp building.

This will stop the torches from moving, but it's better than inexplicably losing many light sources in the camp to be a wake-up call.

This time, the near-death struggle was much smaller, because the cervical vertebrae were broken, and the body was no longer under the control of the brain.

But the residual nerve signals still made the other person's body pump for a while before stopping.

Lan En let out a soft breath of air, and his eyes wrinkled into dark black.

In terms of [assassination] technology, it is still not ideal.

Having already discarded the dagger, he had already eliminated seven more enemies in this way.

But he still didn't know how to break the human cervical vertebrae with less effort, just using brute force.

But this made him equivalent to a series of direct wrestling with seven middle-aged men with an adequate meat intake.

There is no technicality, and there is no quick kill in sword fighting, basically pure physical fitness.

Although he could win, as a demon hunter, he was already starting to catch a little at the moment.

“...... Phew-when I kill all these miscellaneous pieces, I will find a master to learn! ”

"Mentos, write this down in the memo."

Lan En calmed his breath slightly, and ordered Zhi Brain in his mind.

His tone revealed a hint of lightness that had rarely been seen in the past two days.

Strenuous exercise accelerates blood flow to the brain and makes your mind feel like it's pulsating.

And not only did Lan En feel his mind pounding now, as he killed seven patrol officers in quick succession, his position was getting closer and closer to the dark prison area.

White should be there!

Not far away!

The young witcher suppressed the impatience and excitement that had arisen as he approached his goal, and felt into a tent with people.

Three sleeping men lay in the dark tent.

Even if it was a bed, the inferior sword, sticks, and spears were placed next to the bed, and they could be reached out.

The "trust" within the criminal group is a fairy tale, everyone is a villain with no bottom line, who believes whom?

The first one is to twist the neck directly with the upper hand.

Slight convulsions and wheezing woke the approaching man, but in the tent, Lan didn't feel that the hemorrhage would be noticed.

The dagger slashed straight through the man's throat, leaving a deep slash that was visible to the bone.

In order to make sure that he would not make a sound, Lan used more force than usual, trying to cut the trachea and vocal cords together.

The blood that spurted out of his throat rushed straight to the roof of the tent!

Lan En directly pressed his own weight, which was more than one hundred and fifty kilograms, sideways on the three people, to suppress their near-death struggle.

The third person was also wiped by a dagger in the process.

In the blurred darkness, the tent's tarpaulin tumbled slightly for more than a dozen seconds before returning to calm.

Blood spurted all over his face, and Lan En wiped his forehead and walked out of the tent.

This is the case with the technical substandard.

Embarrassment was inevitable, but the goal was accomplished.

He had cleared ten armed men, even in the worst-case scenario - there were now fifty men in the camp.

I'm close to reaching the goal of "clearing one-third".

Right away...... Immediately take White out of the way, and then go and inform Philip, turn around and hack this group of abductors and cannibals to death!

Lan's teeth clenched without even noticing.

For this group of cannibals and abductors, seriously injuring Bernie, and kidnapping White, his murderous intent is so great that he can't even see it clearly.

Half of the crescent-shaped camp had been almost cleared.

If you want to get more, you'll have to go near the big tent in the center of the camp.

"Headeater", this person does not know the details of himself, and it would be great if he could slip away without alarming him.

Maybe in this magical world, this guy made a name for himself by eating people's heads?

Bosses on TV tend to have two hands, right?

Lan En didn't want to touch the mold at this critical time.

So the young man decided to go straight to the other side of the crescent-shaped camp against the forbidden area, and in the direction of the north, to the south.

The lighting conditions here gave him that confidence.

Slowly approaching the forbidden area formed by the wooden cage, Lan's faint vision allowed him to see the situation inside the wooden cage.

The large cage is joined by the small cage, and the large cage is mostly filled with a group of children.

This group of children adheres to Wei Lun's usual standard of living, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and there is no threat even if they are imprisoned in groups.

The little ones were already scared out.

In the small cage that is used as a cubicle, most of them are tortured adults who are not human.

Some of them had their limbs cut off, while others were already corpses, just piled up there.

It's like a butcher's butcher's cut of meat for buyers to browse.

Lan frowned as he walked past the wooden cages.

The darkness here was very deep, and the movement of Lan's walk was always well controlled.

The person in the wooden cage should not be able to see him, although he is close.

This is to prevent the imprisoned person from getting too agitated and yelling.

Lan En couldn't even think about what this group had been through, and it was likely that most of them had already had a nervous breakdown.

If they find out now, losing your mind and yelling is just one of many conjectures that is not bad.

Until you can save them, you might as well let them know nothing.

But just as Rann walked quietly past a small cage in a compartment.

"Witcher?"

A weak voice came from the cage, and it seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm or a mouthful of blood in its throat.

So much so that it is so vague that people can't even hear men and women.

Lan's cat's eyes shrank suddenly, and he turned sharply to stare at the man in the cage.

With the current lighting environment, the witcher can't see clearly without taking drugs...... What is this guy?!

It seems to be a professional habit, and the first thing that comes to Ran's mind is monsters.

There are a lot of talking monsters, and those who are captured alive are very valuable, and it seems possible for traffickers to make a fortune part-time.

The young witcher only hoped that this rescue operation, which was already tense enough, would not be caused by a monster at such a critical moment.

But thankfully, right now, Lan En was sure it was really just a person.

"Witchers really? Ha! Go, go lucky! ”

Approaching slightly, Lan En suddenly felt the roaring bear head necklace around his neck, and the sound of "bang-la-la" sounded.