A legacy potion from Porton.

[Thunder] with an enhanced level, and [Blizzard] with an enhanced level.

The former can significantly increase the strength of the body, which in turn increases the attack power.

The latter, on the other hand, stimulates the nervous system when the adrenaline is full, achieving a state of time-out like "bullet time".

When drinking two potions at the same time, even the body of a demon hunter could no longer tolerate it.

Begins to take sustained damage under severe toxicity.

When Lan En lowered his head, a drop of nosebleed from the tip of his nose even made a corrosive "clang" sound on the sand!

The sorceress's unfurled shield began to flicker on and off.

The enemy had apparently noticed this, and the moment the mana protection collapsed, six bolts were fired at Lane.

Three of them were directly knocked off because of improper timing, either bumped into them, or rubbed the last remnants of the magic protection.

There were three left, and they just flew into the interior just grazing the edge of the shield that had collapsed.

The crossbowmen began to smile in celebration as the arrows flew out.

There are even a few people ready to give each other high-fives to commemorate this rare "hunt".

Sitting on his knees, with his eyes closed. In order to ensure that the three of them shoot, the arrows were all shot towards the largest part of the body.

This kind of posture is impossible to dodge, no one can dodge!

But soon, their smiles froze.

And it quickly became an unbelievable amazement.

A black shadow flashed in front of Lan En's body, and the three crossbow arrows were directly held in his hands!

With a flick of the wrist, the stagnant arrow was re-energized.

The man who was rushing forward and was about to break the magic protection with a long sword and sledgehammer was directly stabbed.

Of course, Lan's strength in shaking his hands was not comparable to that of a bow and crossbow, but the villains who rushed up were not armoured.

The crossbow bolt enters the human body, and the force required is not great.

Three screams, followed by the movement of the body falling to the ground.

But that's still not the end.

"Where did he go?! Who saw where he went?! ”

The crossbowmen shouted in dismay.

They lost the figure that had been sitting on their knees for the last second!

On that sandy field, there were only two impactful footprints.

Lan En's figure is thick and solid, but his current speed makes people feel like he is simply a "paper man"!

[Thunder] strengthens the muscles, and in addition to increasing the attack power, the affected leg muscles can of course provide greater speed.

[Blizzard] made Lan En feel like he was playing at a slow pace.

Originally, the group of enemies seemed to have a smooth coordination and combo, but now it seemed to him that it was full of loopholes.

The crossbowman's perspective was trying to catch up, "rubbing" twice, but the crossbow arrow could only hit the footprints left by Lan En.

"Can't keep up...... Why can't you keep up?! ”

The speed at which they turned their crossbows couldn't even keep up with Lane's movements.

The thugs in charge of melee combat are all old oilers.

Although their field of vision was narrower than that of the crossbowmen because of their proximity, the moment the laughter of the shooters behind them stopped abruptly, the group immediately realized that something was wrong.

It is undoubtedly ridiculous to count on the friendship between the villains.

In this group, the sword-wielding man and the sledgehammer man without a shield immediately wanted to move behind the shield-wielding man.

What's more, they even have to snatch the shield directly from someone else's hand.

In cold weapon combat, the shield brings a person's safety and security second only to reliable companions and armor.

These gangsters, who only had animal skin jackets on them, are now crazy to find a shield.

The anomaly brought by Lan's size and speed was something they all saw.

No one wants to face this monster!

But here's the problem...... Rann wanted to face them now.

"Phew!"

The sound of blood spurting out of the throat was chilling.

It was a warrior with a shield in hand, and he was clutching his throat in vain, but the blood was pouring out of his fingers and mouth.

Shield...... Useless?!

No one grabbed the shield anymore, and the melee thugs didn't even dare to turn around and take a second look after their eyes widened for a moment!

They ran backwards like crazy, just to get away from the mutant!

"It's not right, it's not right...... He's not human! He's a monster! ”

People shouted so.

In the face of the current situation where common sense is shattered, the villains who were originally in control of the victory will only have a breath or two of psychological collapse.

A skilled warrior with a shield in hand had his throat cut while the shield was intact...... How can this be explained?

The shield is protected by a "face", and the blade is attacked by a "line".

As long as the enemy is facing head-on, then the shield bearer does not care what direction the sword is coming from on the opposite side, whether it is a real cut or a false move.

I'll just set up a shield!

You're going to cut it!

The shield is attached to your arm, and enemies can't move your arm as fast as you can move around you.

In other words, in a one-on-one situation, the shield will definitely protect you.

Except for one circumstance –

The martial arts "masters" of the home world always have a performance session, and they ask their disciples to throw punches slowly, saying that it is to let the audience see the decomposition action.

Then they themselves used the normal speed and even afterburner speed to give the disciple a combo.

After the fight, he said, "Our moves are great here, everyone can see clearly."

...... With this speed gap, ordinary people can come up with dozens of ways to break the trick on the spot!?

The horror of wiping the shield bearer's neck with a sword is that someone really lives in a world of 1.5 times the speed!

I'm going to circle around you faster than you can shake your hands!

How did you have the courage to stand in front of me?

The inhuman speed and reflexes really frightened the enemy.

To the fullest, since Rann entered the camp, he had assassinated ten people, and now he had forcibly killed six or seven more head-on.

That's already around 30% casualty rate.

The opponent was alone, which did give the thugs a huge psychological advantage at the beginning, but the casualty rate was around 30%...... There is no such legion in Temeria's professional army!

For a mob of thugs gathered by criminal interests, when Rann is suppressed, they can care about the casualty rate.

Death from a sneak attack can only be regarded as an accident, don't care.

Then he laughed and prepared to slaughter the young man.

But when they found that their violent superiority could not be maintained, the casualty rate suddenly weighed down on their sanity like a mountain and became unacceptable.

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! Let me go! I'll go first! ”

Without melee combat, even if the crossbowmen are of higher quality overall, they are also coerced in panic.

The order of the armed thugs is collapsing.

A camp of more than fifty armed warriors is a force to be reckoned with in most of the world's territories.

Now, they've been crushed by a witcher.

On a platform in the distance, the Headeater squinted and frowned at the gradually chaotic camp.

At first, he thought that in less than three minutes, Lan En's head would be carried by his men.

After all, it's just a little mouse that sneaks in.

But then, after releasing Igni, causing two people to suffer extensive burns, and showing extraordinary physical fitness.

The Headeater took his axe and began to move towards the prison area.

The opponent's combat power is almost comparable to that of some famous knights.

He knew what he was doing.

He didn't care if the casualties were large, but those casualties could become a reason for the rest to demand a higher share.

He didn't want to accept it.

Therefore, he would rather take it upon himself and end the fight as soon as possible.

But after just twenty seconds, the Headeater walked to his large tent with his axe.

Two black-skinned hounds followed, and as soon as they entered the tent, the headeater kicked the boiled human head off the table, and the hounds gnawed happily.

In fact, he has always felt that it is too stupid to use cannibalism to declare his ferocity.

But there is no way, to make money, you have to compromise a little. So the head has to be sent, but the food can be eaten by the dog.

"Ledgers, tickets, receipts, letters, and precious stones...... Well, it's all here! ”

The short, muscly man had his twin axes behind his waist and looked like a standard Skelliger warrior.

But what he muttered in his mouth and turned in his hands was more meticulous than the most serious accountant in the Novi Gray firm.

After a while, the things were all together into a small burden, and the head eater picked it up and walked out.