Headeater, Ubank. He took with him two loyal hounds, and a small burden on his back.

Dressed lightly, he walked out of his tent.

The neat look made people wonder if this guy was ready in the morning.

Outside the tent, he had just promised a large reward on the high platform here, which made a group of bloodthirsty and vicious thugs cheer.

But now, no one cares about the high platform, which symbolizes the status of the chief.

The mob was frightened.

They began to shout and run around like headless flies, even looking so nervous that they wanted to cut each other.

This is the so-called "bombing camp".

In the ancient times of Lan's home world, it was called "Yingxiao".

"Tut-tut."

Ubank smacked his lips and watched his camp fall into chaos with great pity.

He had no intention of stepping forward and re-establishing his command.

That demon hunter who is not a human or a ghost is still killing indiscriminately.

Still killing indiscriminately!

It's like a fucking ghost!

At this time, he stood up and commanded, afraid that he would either be caught by him and rush over directly with a sword.

Who is there to stop it?

And for such a thing as bombing the camp, hoping that the camp will calm down from the inside, you might as well be reliable to worship God on the spot.

Unless there is a strong intervention of armed forces outside the camp, the camp that wants to bomb the camp will calm down, unless the people are dead or run out.

But what is strange is that as the leader of the camp, Ubank only shows a very limited ...... about the forces that he is about to destroy Pity?

Not even a pity, just a "pity".

It seems that it is not his own hard work that is about to collapse, but just a relatively convenient thing.

"Hey! Old Hansen! Stop, stop, stop! ”

The head eater first tucked the precious little burden under his clothes, and then, after looking around, he opened his mouth and called out to someone.

A headless, white-haired bearded fly-like man stopped.

His confused and flustered eyes regained some sanity when he saw Ubank.

"Boss!" Hope rose in his eyes.

There is a leader, no matter what level and character the leader has, there must be a personal leader anyway. This is what the confused group craves the most.

But before he could continue talking, Ubank interrupted him.

"Looks like you've calmed down, fine. Come, let's find a few more good guys together, and we have to hurry up and transport the goods to the receiving point at sea. ”

The two hounds at his feet followed suit, and Ubank kept commanding.

This kind of fast-paced communication made the old Hansen, who was still dazed and frightened just now, a little confused.

"What? Boss, the camp doesn't matter? ”

"Camp?" Ubank paused, but looked back at Old Hansen in surprise, as if he were looking at a foolish child.

"Are you stupid, old Hansen? It's all about getting together for a mixed meal, who knows whom? How can there be any salvation in this situation? Take care of yourself. ”

"The camp is gone, the manpower is gone. But we'll have to think about it later, right? If you are a human being, you have to eat, and you have to pay for it. Come, listen to me. Let's pull a few guys who are still sober, and take advantage of the fact that the demon hunter is far away at this moment, and hurry to the prison area to get a batch of goods to trade. ”

"Although we can't take all the goods away, we don't have to distribute them to so many people now, do we? It's still a good deal with a lot of money. Let the buyer take us away for a while, and if we have money, where can we not live? ”

The logic of the words is clear, concise and to the point, forming a sharp contrast with the rough and savage appearance of the head eater.

Even a person like Old Hansen, who doesn't know a few big words, regained his composure under a single speech.

"Makes sense, makes sense......"

The old man muttered under his breath.

"My two sons should still be alive, I'll pull them up, and you give me an extra share."

Ubank unexpectedly looked up at Old Hansen.

Yes, old fellow.

I was safe, I needed someone to make money, and I remembered that I still had two sons...... The heart is hard enough!

You deserve to live so long.

"Okay, let's all go find someone, and then pull the goods to the port boat, whoever pulls the goods will be counted as anyone's money, which must be fair enough. But there's one piece of advice, and I have to tell you......"

"Say, I'm listening!"

The old man hurriedly looked at Ubank, and now old Hansen trusted the wisdom of his leader.

"Just those two wooden cages, do you see?"

Ubank put his arm around Old Hansen's shoulders and pointed him to the two cages in the prison box.

One was a separate wooden cage where Margarita was kept, and the other was a large wooden cage that White had kicked into.

"These two people in the cage, let's not move. That witcher, did you just meet you? Damn, killing people is like killing chickens, how scary! I've seen it, and he's here for the people in these two wooden cages, so let's neither of us move. It's all about making money, so why take a life? ”

"That's right! That's right! I'm definitely going around them! ”

Old Hansen said yes, turned around and went into the chaos again, looking for his two sons.

Ubank also brought his two hunting dogs with him to gather the men he needed.

Because at this moment, Lan En could clearly feel that his body was being damaged by the excessive amount of toxins in the potion.

He wanted to inflict as much damage as possible on his enemies before the potions were exhausted.

After the effect of the drug, he will definitely lie down, and the best result is also a temporary loss of strength, and he must take advantage of this time to create a safe environment.

So even if he was far from the prison area, he had to hunt down the remaining armed thugs in the camp.

This facilitates Ubank's behavior.

The stout man pulled three more helpers and was dragging the children in the big wooden cages onto the boat.

When he passed through Margarita's small wooden cage, he was even quite gentlemanly, owing himself to the sorceress who was dizzy from forcibly casting spells.

On the small boat in the harbor, two teams brought a total of nearly twenty children.

Old Hansen also wanted his sons to go again, urging him to bring a few more.

But Ubank, who was also in the harbor, saw the brighter and brighter fire on the edge of the camp.

The fire was not normal.

This is the first reaction of a head eater.

The witcher used his magic to set fires, but only on the beach on the edge of the prison area, and not in the camp.

And now although he has killed in the camp, he is now much more efficient at killing with a sword than with fire.

Looking at the outline of the firelight, it doesn't look like a misfire of disorderly expansion, but more like a ...... Queue?!

The witcher has companions!

Ubank shook a little, and he grabbed old Hansen by the collar and took him to the boat.

"There's no time to get the goods! Helpers on the other side! Live the money, or desperately go and get a few more goods, you choose! ”

Several armed thugs on the boat looked at each other and began to pick up the oars in hesitation.

And at the edge of the camp, a deep voice full of breath shouted loudly.

"human traffickers! Damn cannibals! In the name of Viselade, crush them! ”

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the night sky.

The armed thugs, who had long been frightened by Lan En, immediately became swift in their hesitant movements.

Everyone was sucking with the strength of the milk, and the oars were against the harbor, rowing desperately in the water, wishing for two more hands.

The greedy old Hansen didn't have anything to say, just bowed his head on the boat and muttered "My money, my money......"

The cavalry on the shore rushed directly into the camp, and the tents could not hold back the horses' hooves at all.

The armed thugs, who had long since lost their command, were as frivolous as cream on a cake under the cavalry charge.

The boat rowed out a section in the dark sea, and the people on it looked back at the shore with fear.

In even two minutes at night, they would have either been beheaded by the ghostly witcher or trampled into meat sauce by the cavalry.

Everyone's hearts were palpitating.

But at this moment, a brown-haired child beside Old Hansen suddenly pulled out a small stabbing sword from the waistband of his trousers, stabbed Old Hansen in the arm in the waves, and then rushed straight to the side of the boat, ready to jump into the sea.

The old man screamed in dismay, but the old soldier's ability to deal with it was on the line.

His bleeding hand grabbed the brunette child.

"Where did this little bastard get the sword? Who searched for him...... Yes! ”

The child was in a hurry, his eyes rolling in anxiety for a moment, and then one of the two hounds that had been coiled at Ubank's feet.

As if suddenly out of control, he rushed towards Old Hansen and bit him fiercely.

Under the pain, the old Hansen let go, and the child jumped into the sea with a "poof".

"My goods! Your dog! This...... Ah! Oh my money! ”

Old Hansen on the boat cried, not knowing whether to cry money or cry hands.

Ubank, on the other hand, came back to his senses at this moment, crouched down incredibly, and looked left and right at his out-of-control hound.

When facing his master, the hound's eyes were clear, except for the blood at the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't know what he had just done.

"...... Met the ghost twice today? ”