The atmosphere of friendly conversation between passers-by and road patrol soldiers suddenly became deadlocked.

The coldness in the eyes of the soldiers who were still smiling warmly and saying 'keep safe' began to bloom at this time.

Viselmir had already taken Ciri from his horse into his arms.

Geralt lowered his head slightly and sighed helplessly.

As the person who broke the harmonious atmosphere just now, Lan En still looked at the squint-eyed soldier calmly.

Faintly, the sound of many bowstrings being pulled tight came from a little farther away.

"Clever. That's smart. ”

The praise that was not salty or light, and the slap that was not sincere, came from the direction behind the squinted soldier.

A short, thin man with eyes as dull as a fish, fingerless gloves, and daggers and short swords tied to his boots, belt, thighs, and other parts stepped out.

An assassin doing dirty work, Lane and Geralt instantly recognized this image.

The Assassin approached Geralt and Lanne.

"But I'm smart and too impulsive, I know that seeing bad things on the road always makes people feel that they can't get over it without saying anything, but don't you look at how many of us there are?"

"Crossbowmen, aim at the old man and the little girl first, and let our friends calm down."

The eyes like dead fish issued a threat without any fluctuations.

With a bitter old face, Viselmir looked at the two 'young men' in front of him.

He remembered that when he taught Geralt, he was the first to be cautious, why now, oh, it was the bear cub who spoke? That's fine.

The old witcher honestly hugged Ciri, and with his left hand, he pinched the handprint under the cover of the little girl's cloak, and only by injecting magic power, the magic seal could be formed.

Geralt pursed his lips and twisted his head in the other direction. Attention is a finite resource, and allocating the enemy to focus on before the fight starts will do more with less.

The short, thin assassin, with his rolling dead fish eyes, saw the movements of the old man and the middle-aged swordsman.

Although somewhat surprised, these people were able to maintain their composure despite being surrounded by a group of heavily armed soldiers who were already approaching.

But the manpower and equipment, as well as the confidence in his own skills, made him still not stop.

"Don't be nervous, your family is all gray-haired? It's funny. Young man, have we seen it anywhere? I think you're a little familiar. ”

Distracting with scattered language was a rudimentary but effective Assassin technique.

Now that the outer crossbow was wound, the sound of the bowstring being pulled was unabashedly heard.

The melee soldiers subconsciously began to move their bodies, and the slightly twisting joints drove the armor, making a 'bang' sound of steel grinding and colliding

These voices are naked power and oppression for flesh and blood!

No one can think and observe calmly in this environment. At least the Assassin had never met anyone like this.

The finger-baring palms of the fingerless gloves resembled spiders, silently crawling towards the dagger grip at his waist as the Assassin slowly approached Lane.

Lan En was sure that although the dozens of soldiers around him were preparing to cut people and shoot arrows, he would definitely do it himself when he killed himself.

Because the Assassin trusted his own skills more than anyone else's.

The slightly squinted eyes under the silver hair stared at each other with the dead fish eyes.

In the next moment, the assassin's finger was still two centimeters away from the dagger grip, but his footsteps had already entered Arondaite's reach!

A silver light suddenly flashed.

The suddenness of the silver light sent chills down the hearts of all who saw it.

In everyone's eyes, Lan's two hands were as if they had dropped frames.

The last second they looked, those arms were still hanging defenselessly. But in the next second.

Lan En's left hand had already grasped the scabbard at his waist for some time. And his right hand had already grasped the graceful arc of the elven long knife, and raised it to his side with a blood flower.

The owner of the blood flower screamed, and a lump of blood-soaked muscles smashed down on the pavement, a whole hand with a broken wrist.

The scream was like a signal for war.

Arrows flew towards Viselmir and Ciri.

There were more than a dozen crossbow arrows and bows with powerful impact, and they instantly broke through the upper limit of Viselmir's [Quinn] endurance.

But this had long been expected by the old witcher. He didn't want to block it at all, just to disrupt the shooting track.

The arrows, whose flight speed and power were weakened by the first wave of defense, were easily blocked by the steel nail armor worn by the old witcher on his wrist.

He hugged Ciri and rushed straight forward! Rush towards the wreckage of the twisted wagon!

It stands to reason that although the woods and bushes beyond the road were significantly farther away under the fire of a dozen crossbows, there were no enemy melee soldiers to stop them.

It's a better bunker than this pile of wagon wreckage.

But there are always exceptions to everything—

Wouldn't it be a close and convenient bunker to clear all the enemies near the wreckage of the wagon?

"There are two hits."

Lan En looked at the assassin who had just jumped back like a sudden explosion, so that he only lost a hand and was not directly cut in half, and his face did not fluctuate.

Having two hits means that in Lan En's eyes, there are really only two hits.

The long knife that was thrown out with the Iai slash was now a little too late to turn the blade.

There was a palpable ruthlessness in the Assassin's face distorted by the pain. He's not one to break down because he has a hand cut off, he's going to back down for a while, and then find a way to pull the cold and get a kick.

Rann hates this kind of troublesome figure.

If the blade can't turn, then smash it with the counterweight ball at the end of the handle!

The right hand that had been stretched out quickly pulled back, and the counterweight ball with the roaring three bear's heads smashed towards the nimble dodge assassin like a chisel!

The assassin was ruthless enough, and he first used his discarded hand, which was already a wrist, to block the first wave of the counterweight ball in the movement of the bone crack.

Then taking advantage of this gap, he used the intact hand to pull out the short sword on his waist, and with a 'poof' sound, he completely blocked the counterweight ball smashing of the sword of the lake girl in Lan En's hand.

The Assassin's expression was relieved at first, and then completely shattered when he saw Lan En's still unfluctuating cat's eyes.

Because when the short sword resisted the smashing of the counterweight ball, it burst out with a dazzling spark that should not have appeared at all.

【Reed Celebrity: Lower Carp】!

At first sight, I thought I was blocking the attack on the body, but this time, I was originally going to destroy the posture!

The short sword that was held in defense on his chest was directly swept away in the assassin's inexplicable, incomprehensible gaze.

Among the reed celebrities, after the posture is broken, it is common sense to keep up with the execution.

The process of smashing down the counterweight ball is similar to a swing, and the two movements can be smoothly connected.

So after the assassin's stance was broken, Lan's blade was already on the opponent's side neck.

"Stab" pulled the blade.

The clear blade was pulled directly from the opponent's side neck to the armpit.

Ask for recommendations! Ask for a commuter pass! Ask for a subscription!

(End of chapter)