In fact, even if Berengar was never far from fighting, the result was not much worse.

Six of the eight bolts that flew at the witcher were aimed at the space around the witcher's body, blocking the movement.

Only two are directed at the body.

Belengar's leather armor is typical of Demon Hunter equipment.

In order to deal with monsters, witchers of other schools do not wear heavy armor at all.

Because flexibility is more important than defense in the fight against monsters.

This set of armor of his is a collection of the design concepts of the Wolf School, leaving a lot of space for the potions and bombs they are very good at.

But it was these empty seats that Belengar couldn't even hang a piece of plate armor on his body.

And on the empty seats that should have been full, most of the potions and alchemy bombs have expired due to the long period of desolation, and they are empty.

Therefore, after the [Kunn Fa Seal] was broken for the first time, two crossbow arrows were directly pierced into Belengal's body.

The sound of an arrow hitting the flesh is slight, but the effect is significant.

Berengar's sword-holding arm, because of the angle, was worn from the lower arm position and the stomach.

Another bolt went straight into his right thigh.

The blood flowed like an infusion.

"!"

Like a furious beast, Berengar cursed on the ground and struggled to his feet.

And around this greenhouse, only at this time did a group of black figures come out from a distance.

They deliberately stayed away from here, aiming only at them with their bows and arrows, and the witchers of Belengar didn't even sense them.

The leader approached the struggling witcher on the ground.

It was a short, stocky man, surrounded by two hounds.

"I knew the witcher wouldn't let go, so I'm waiting here, but...... Interesting, hey! Another witcher got involved, what? You lone rangers, could it be that you are secretly connected? ”

The stout man said in amazement, and as he spoke, as if he had not seen the way, he stepped over the leg of Berengar's arrow.

The shaft of the arrow was trampled crookedly, and the arrow left in the flesh was slashed at it.

Belengar could feel the sound of arrows scraping against bones!

"Ahh Yes!!! ”

The pain was unbearable even for the witchers, and screams echoed through the silent night sky.

Velengar's neck was bruised with severe pain, and he struggled to crawl away.

But the two hounds didn't need their master's command at all, and they opened their mouths and bit the arms and shoulders of the witcher.

Sharp teeth tugged at his flesh and dragged him to the man's feet.

"Dog mongrel! Dog mongrel traffickers! ”

Berengar used his remaining arm to smash and shoot, but the two hounds bit and did not let go, and the more they hit, the more fierce they became.

Soon, however, the witcher lost even the slightest bit of resistance.

for a foot stomped on his face and crushed his face into a pool of blood on the ground.

The owner of the foot "persuaded" Belengar in a playful tone like a friend.

"Dude, put out the fire. What do you say you are angry with two brutes? It's not worth hurting your body! ”

As he spoke, the hound biting his arm over there made a crunch sound of "click" under his mouth.

It bit off Belengar's arm bone.

The witcher's mouth was wide open on the ground, but it was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes were round.

The arched body was like a dead fish fluttering, but it was crushed by a harder foot, and it couldn't move.

"Looks a little different from that witcher......"

A stout figure, Ubank looked left and right at the witcher at his feet.

"Thanks to me, I also got to know you mutants, nose spirits, ear spirits, and it's very useful to shoot arrows and sneak attacks from a distance. Even if it was the witcher, he shouldn't have survived if he was pierced into a hedgehog...... The difference between the two of you is nothing in front of a dozen crossbow machines. ”

"Tut-tut, in order to kill the witcher who tried to pull my throat out, I was under pressure from my boss to pull out such a team. Although I didn't catch him this time, with you here, it can be regarded as a proof that the boss is a threat to the witcher. ”

Belengar looked up at Ubank's face with a look that wanted to eat people.

But the headeater was not nervous about it.

"Good eyes, man. But to be honest, there is no deterrent at all. ”

"People like you may be full of righteous indignation, or they may want to prove the value of their lives for a while, so they run out to do chivalrous deeds. But I know people like you all too well. ”

"As long as I hide, I don't even have to hide for a few years, as long as it takes ten days and half a month, your fire goes down, even if we meet by chance in the tavern, you can hold the hand you want to draw your sword."

Stepping on Belengar's face, Ubank crouched down and stared into his eyes and smiled.

"You're not the kind of person who has the courage to get to the bottom of it, and the most comforting thing you can say is 'it's all over'. But that witcher is different......"

Speaking of the figure that in the dim night, a man stood under the pressure of a camp, unrelenting, unafraid, undying, the smile that often hung on Ubank's face slowly disappeared in a mood that he himself could not even perceive.

"I don't know why that witcher isn't afraid. Don't be afraid of the gap in numbers, don't be afraid of the forces behind it, don't ...... It can even be said that he doesn't care at all! ”

"That kind of person, even after decades, I'm lying half-dead in bed, and I'm going to choke the next second. He will surely come to me with a sword, and collect his debts! Even though I didn't know what reason I had for him to die, I knew by looking into his eyes that he would do it. ”

"That's a deterrent, man. That's the reason why I came here in the middle of the night with dozens of people and a dozen crossbow machines. ”

"If I don't kill him, I won't want to live in peace for the rest of my life!"

Ubank's feet moved away from Belengar's face, tilted his head, and the two hounds obediently let go of their mouths and ran behind him.

Two men came out of the dark figure, one ready to drag the half-dead witcher away.

One walked straight for the Headeater.

whispered against the side of his shaved hair.

After the whisper, surprise bloomed in Ubank's eyes.

"It's good luck, the crossbow bolt is wound, let's run again."

"Go to the trade zone."

~~~~~~

Inside the hotel, Lan was sitting in the lobby waiting for his dinner with Arya.

The hood and cloak are dressed prominently, but the boss is very confident in the security of the trade area and does not care about Lane's sneaky dress.

The kitchen moved quickly, and it wasn't long before a large plate of food was served on the table in front of Lane.

"Sir, you can eat here, or you can take it back to your room, and our staff will go and collect the utensils in the morning."

There was a routine burnout in the boss's voice, which he would say a hundred and eighty times a day.

Lan En nodded, suddenly pointing to a glass of red wine on the plate, and asked.

"I remember not having this in the meals at the accommodation."

"It's someone else's, sir."

The young man just wanted to ask if he had no relatives and no reason here, and the sorceress also knew that they wanted to act covertly, and who would give them drinks.

But the next moment, a palm slapped on Lan's shoulder, causing the cat's eye under his hood to shrink suddenly.

Then came a familiar, chilling voice.

"Relax, relax, my friend."

A half-bald head appeared in front of Lan En with a smile.

"Asking a customer for a drink when visiting is the basic etiquette of a businessman."

Günter Odim.