Wooden houses are not sturdy, and they are actually not sturdy in a humid environment such as a forest.

As soon as Lan En put his hand on the eaves of the roof, the sound of wooden planks breaking was already heard.

However, the effect of [Light Body Technique] to increase the buoyancy of the body in the air still played a key role.

The planks on the edge of the roof didn't really break off until Lann rolled over and climbed up.

Three bestial gunslingers with marrow ashes at their waists began to twist their stiff joints, pointing their guns at the man who had burst into the roof.

The three gunners were in different positions and fired at different intervals.

On the Witcher's retina, Mentos marked the three gunmen with suits representing different levels of threat, depending on the timing of the shot.

The darkest one not only loaded the bullet, but even the muzzle of the gun was almost finished.

"Bang!"

It wasn't the sound of gunshots, but the sound of the beastly gunslinger falling to the sky!

As he jumped onto the roof, the broken piece of wood was in Lan's hand.

The lumps of wood that had absorbed the moisture of the forest became heavy and swollen.

So much so that when the block hit the beast gunman's face, the muscles and hair on its face twisted like waves.

The bloodshot teeth in the yellow mouth were shattered, and the rifle in his hand was directly taken off.

The gunman, who was in second most menaceous position, was pinned to the head with a throwing knife.

And in an instant, he completed a series of actions of 'climbing on the roof and clearing the two gunmen' in a super athletic way.

The third gunner finally loaded his rifle with mercury bullets.

But when it's about to turn around the muzzle of the gun.

"Boom!"

Wrapped in heavy armor, the tall and sturdy figure had already burst directly in front of it.

Without even drawing his sword, the boots with the plate armor attached to the rifle in front of him kicked in front of the beast gunman.

The metal barrel of the rifle was kicked into a V-shape, and the wooden body of the gun shattered into wisps of wood chips and fragments.

The hairy gunman, like an overly light rag doll, was kicked straight out of the roof.

In mid-air, the sound of ribs being kicked and broken could be heard.

And there was a stone protruding from the soil at the landing point of the ground, and after a few "kalakala" sounds, the sound of broken bones wrapped in flesh, the beast gunman lay on his stomach and twitched on the stone.

Henrik was already entangled with the other bestials below.

The old hunter skillfully began to stretch the battle line so that he could only touch one enemy at a time, ensuring the safety of his flanks and rear during the battle.

Yanan's hunters have abandoned their armor for a long time, and they can't be like witchers, with a layer of armor on the inside and another layer of [Quinn] on the outside.

Lan En picked up the rifle on the ground with great interest, and after a few 'clicks' to try his hand, he quickly got used to the old-fashioned firearm.

"Bang!"

As the gunshots rang out again on the roof, a beastly patient who was rushing towards Henrik with his mouth wide open exploded as if his head had been hammered open out of thin air.

After the initial shock, Henrik quickly adjusted his mentality, and with the gunfire on the roof, he quickly strangled the group of bestial patients.

"How? I'm pretty good marksman, right? ”

When the woods were silent again, Lane half-crouched on the edge of the roof, holding the rifle in his hand and smiling at Henrik below.

The old hunter, who gasped for a while, and then returned to normal with great speed, straightened his three-cornered hat, which was an old-school gentleman's style.

"Good marksmanship, Lann. But have you ever wondered"

The old hunter raised his head with his hands on his chest and squinted at the young man in his head.

"Actually, you can pull me and let me stand up and enjoy the advantages brought by the commanding heights, instead of having to fight with these!"

As he spoke, Henrik stomped the head of the yet-dead bestiary on the ground, quieting it down.

"These 'guys' are rolling in the mud on the ground?"

The young man smiled innocently: "It's my fault, I thought you had a good time with them." ”

Henrik reluctantly pressed his tricorne, trying not to pay attention to the smiling face.

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The marrow ashes of the bestial gunmen were collected by the old hunters and put in their pockets.

But he didn't take the mercury bullets.

According to him, the power of the mercury bullet comes from the blood inside.

There is a mystical connection between this blood and the owner of the blood, and after death, the blood doped with the mercury bullet will also lose its effect for a period of time.

After the owner of the blood in the bullet dies, if it can be taken over by someone who knows how to do it in time, then maybe three out of ten mercury bullets can keep the power from decreasing.

But by the time Henrik went up to sort out the loot, it was undoubtedly a little late.

So he didn't refill a single bullet.

By the time we had passed this small village, we had already walked halfway through the Forbidden Forest.

Henrik led Lane up to a lift that looked like weeds were starting to grow.

Like the style in Yanan City, there is a start switch in the middle, and you can run it when you step on it.

Although judging from Lan's mechanical knowledge, it is actually unscientific to place such a complex structure in a layer of wood that is not too thick.

But since the research field of the leading figures in an academic institution like Byron Weiss is [Spiritual Vision], it is understandable that the elevator does not care about the mechanical principle.

After the elevator rose up and came to a stop, to their surprise, Lane and Henrik met a living man who had kept his senses.

He wears a 19th-century London sheriff's uniform, with a short light blue shawl draped over his shoulders.

There was a strange iron bucket on his head.

It was a bucket with no handle, only a small hole in the left eye.

This narrow and restricted field of vision made Lan En wonder how the other party had survived in this treacherous environment.

"Walter? Are you here too? ”

Lan couldn't help but look behind him, he didn't expect Henrik to know this person.

And the man, who was known as Walter, also greeted Henrik angrily in the iron bucket helmet.

The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a while.

The man in the sheriff's uniform was the leader of the Hunters' Alliance, and Henrik was one of the members.

The meaning of this alliance is different from that of church hunters and ordinary hunters, and does not represent the target of service.

It's also different from the 'gangs' within the hunters that are divided into various weapon styles, so they don't care what kind of guy you use.

After listening for a while, Rann understood that this kind of alliance seemed to be formed according to the different goals of the hunt.

The members of Walter's alliance are focused on hunting a kind of 'bug' that is invisible to ordinary people and lurks in the hearts of humans.

The multiplicity of hunter identities refreshed Lan's cognition.

Henrik, for example, is an ordinary hunter who does not directly serve the Church, and at the same time is an unquestionable 'sawmill hunter' in style. In terms of hunting targets, the 'bugs' mentioned in the alliance covenant are the most important targets.

Henrik didn't seem to be too willing to talk to his alliance leader for too long.

He didn't even ask further why Walter had come to the Forbidden Forest and by which route.

In a hurry, he pulled Lane to say goodbye to Walter and left.

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