"You've got a catch?"

Henrik smacked his tongue and rubbed past the janitor's corpse and entered the door.

Lan pressed his temples for a moment, then quickly adjusted to the change in his new senses.

"Sort of, Master William's research, it seems to be progressing."

What is the extent of this Byron Weiss scholar who has studied [Spiritual Vision]?

So much so that one of his crazy servants was able to stimulate Lan's [Vision].

"If you have a harvest, you won't come in vain, so let's keep going."

Henrik beckoned, and thought about the spiral staircase in the door.

This spiral staircase can still be vaguely seen in the original magnificence, but time has passed, and now there are large cracks and stones falling off.

The old hunter hadn't walked this road for a long time, but when Byron Weiss hadn't closed it off, he was still a regular on it.

So for now, Lane felt that although Henrik occasionally hesitated and paused in certain places, he would soon be able to keenly re-find a correct path in the contrast between memory and current situation.

"Wow~click"

A skeletally deformed, barely clothed beast patient lunged at Lan En wielding a carpentry blade.

The sword of the Lake Maiden lightly blocked the path of the sawblade, and a circle of piercing sparks burst out.

Then, the blade of the sword burst forward, stabbing into the mouth of the patient, who had turned into a wolf's head, and after pulling horizontally, the hairy deformed body collapsed on the muddy ground.

On the other side, the old hunter's sawsaw was struggling to pull out of the ribs of a bestiality.

Until the corpse had fallen for a long time, Henrik had not finished cleaning the hair and scraps from the knife.

"A good weapon is hard to maintain, right?"

Lan stabbed Henrik with a smile, and with a quick flick of his hand, the filth on the Sword of the Lake Maiden disappeared in an instant, and then it was inserted back into its scabbard.

"Even the inhabitants of such remote places are beastial. This night of hunting was too terrifying. ”

Henrik ignored the thorn in the young man's last sentence, which he knew was an irony of his own assessment of the knife.

But he is no longer old enough to argue with young people.

Therefore, he only explained the emotion of the second half of Lan En's sentence.

"The Forbidden Forest's connection with Yanan continues to be severed, and the bestiality of the local population is not unexpected."

"Huh?" Lan En raised his eyebrows, "What do you say?" Do you want to say that this phrase is not actually subtle? ”

Henrik waved his hand: "It's not about passwords, it's about livelihood." You can't expect the natives to live in the forest by hunting and gathering, right? Byron Weiss and Yanan were cut off at the official level, but at the level of ordinary people, they always had to make money to eat. ”

Rann touched his chin, on a night when almost everyone was in a frenzy, like the end of the world, he was talking to an old hunter in a pool of blood about 'making money and eating'.

It even gave Lan a sense of unreality.

"You mean they're smuggling?"

"There should always be a smuggling route, otherwise how would so many people live? It's just that those passages are probably known to the locals, but on this night, the first to die are also those ordinary people who know. Hunters like us can only honestly find passwords. ”

The two didn't dwell on these things for too long.

No matter what kind of discord the natives of the Forbidden Forest have with Yanan, it is just a function within the social structure.

And on this night, all the social fabric was torn apart by the endless beastliness.

Henrik continued to lead Lann forward.

The natives of the Forbidden Forest have established a small settlement in the woods that is rugged and cluttered.

The settlement has dirty grounds, dilapidated houses, and a dizzying messy terrain. It's not big, but it's easy to get lost.

And these are not the main problems.

The main problem is that the natives who have been beast-informed, they are actually quite well equipped!

"Bang! Poop! ”

Shots rang out, and flames erupted from the muzzles of rifles.

Immediately after, Arondait, who was standing in front of Lan's face, erupted with the sound of metal being struck.

The palm under the studded leather gloves only felt the hilt in his hand tremble, and the power of the bullet was more than twice as strong as the ordinary firearms in Yanan City!

He almost hit Ryan in the face with Arondette!

The witcher dodged to the back of a dirt slope, on the roof of a wooden house in the distance, and the three gunmen fired at it for another round before stopping.

"What did you just do?"

Henrik's eyes widened as he was caught between the tricorne hat and the mask, and he looked at Lan in astonishment.

But the young man was just as stunned as he looked at his palm, which had been slightly numb because he had blocked a bullet, and he was still wondering here.

"What's the 'what'?"

Henrik, who had been hiding behind the dirt slope for a long time, kept gesturing and looked very excited.

"You just blocked the bullet! Use your knives! ”

The old hunter's tone was as outrageous as seeing a pig flying in the sky.

"Or else?"

Lan Enxin said that you are not talking nonsense! So obvious gun line you won't block?

"Instead of that, why don't you explain to me why the bullets in their hands are so fierce?"

In Lann's opinion, it was normal to use a knife to block bullets with obvious intent and slow speed.

But a group of bestialized patients with similar guns, but the power of the bullets fired is so different, this is abnormal!

"That's bone marrow ashes! Bah! ”

Another bullet hit the dirt slope, splashing mud on the side of Henrik's mask, causing him to react instinctively.

"Greatly increase the power of mercury bullets, it is said that they are extracted from corpses, and I don't know why they have so many in their hands!"

The firing of the three gunmen on the roof attracted the attention of the bestial patients in the room, who brandished all sorts of things and hit their heads with the roar of the beast, and rushed out towards the dirt slope.

Even an old hunter like Henrik will try to avoid putting himself in a one-to-many dilemma in battle.

He just wanted to show his head and use the hunter's pistol to knock down one or two first. But as soon as his three-cornered hat showed out of the dirt slope, three mercury bullets mixed with bone marrow ash blew three craters out of the small dirt slope where he was.

Tactically, this is a simple long-distance coordination.

"Play tactics, huh?"

Lan En licked his lips and half-crouched up in support of the dirt slope behind him.

Henrik, who had his arm on his head to keep the dirt back, saw the scene.

"What do you want to do? I want to go up to the roof, and the ladder is behind this wooden house."

Before he had finished speaking, the old hunter saw the young man scurry out like an arrow close to the ground.

His legs were wrapped in a spiraling white current, a sign of the use of the [Acceleration Technique]. Faster than a normal patient, he was able to sideways several bestialized patients who were rushing towards him.

The roof of the wooden house, which was more than three meters high, was touched to the edge by him with a slight jump.

Lanne's athleticism and his weight create a visual clash with the hem of the Bear School's armor in a full arc.

Lan En grabbed the edge of the roof of the wooden house with one hand, rolled over and rushed to the roof!

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