Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 322 321. Stance collapses

The friendly conversation between passing citizens and road patrol soldiers suddenly came to a standstill.

The coldness in the eyes of the soldiers who had smiled enthusiastically just now and said "protect safety" began to bloom.

Vesemir had already lifted Ciri into his arms from the horse.

Geralt lowered his head slightly and sighed helplessly.

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

Faintly, the sound of many bowstrings being tightened came from a little further away.

"Smart. Really smart."

Moderate compliments and insincere applause came from behind the squinting soldier.

A short, thin man with eyes as dull as a fish, wearing fingerless gloves, with daggers and daggers tied to various parts of his boots, belt, thighs, etc. came out.

An assassin who does dirty work, Lan and Geralt recognized this image immediately.

The assassin approached Geralt and Lan.

"But he is too smart and too impulsive. I know that when you see bad things on the road, it will always make people feel uncomfortable without saying anything, but don't you look at how many of us there are?"

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

Those eyes like dead fish issued threats without any fluctuation.

Vesemir grimaced and looked at the two 'young men' in front of him.

He remembered that when he was teaching Geralt, he had to be cautious first and foremost. Why is it that the bear cub is the one speaking now? That's okay.

The old demon hunter hugged Ciri tightly, and made a handprint with his left hand under the cover of the little girl's cloak. He only needed to inject magic power to make the seal take shape.

Geralt curled his lips and turned his head in another direction. Attention is a limited resource, and allocating the enemies you should focus on before starting a fight will get twice the result with half the effort.

The short and thin assassin could clearly see the movements of the old man and the middle-aged swordsman with his rolling eyes.

Although it was a bit surprising, these people could still remain calm even when they were surrounded by a group of heavily armed soldiers and they were gradually approaching.

But the manpower, equipment, and confidence in his own skills kept him from stopping.

"Don't be nervous. All your family members have white hair? It's really interesting. Young man, have we met somewhere? You look familiar to me."

Using scattered words to distract attention is a simple but effective assassin technique.

Now that the outer crossbows were strung, the sound of the bowstrings being tightened came unabashedly.

The melee soldiers subconsciously began to move their bodies. The slightly twisted joints moved the armor, making a "clatter" sound of steel rubbing and colliding.

These sounds are naked power and oppression to flesh and blood!

No one can think and observe calmly in such an environment. At least this assassin has never met such a person.

The palms of the fingerless gloves were like spiders, crawling silently towards the dagger handle at the waist as the assassin slowly approached Lan En.

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

Because this assassin trusts his own skills more than anyone else.

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

In the next moment, the assassin's fingers were still two centimeters away from the dagger handle, but his footsteps had already entered Arondette's reach!

"Shua" a silver light suddenly flashed.

The suddenness of the silver light made everyone who saw it feel cold.

In everyone's eyes, Lan En's hands seemed to be out of frame.

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

Lan En's left hand had already grasped the scabbard at his waist at some point. The right hand has already grasped the graceful arc of the elf sword, and raised it to the side with blood flowers.

The owner of the blood flower screamed, and a piece of bloody and boned muscle fell to the road. It was a whole hand with a smooth broken wrist.

This scream was like a signal to start a war.

Arrows flew towards Vesemir and Ciri.

There were more than a dozen crossbows and bows with powerful impact, and they instantly exceeded the upper limit of Vesemir's [Quen].

But this had long been anticipated by the old demon hunter. He didn't want to block it at all, just to disrupt the shooting trajectory.

The arrows, whose flight speed and strength were weakened by the first wave of defense, were easily deflected by the steel nails worn on the wrists of the old demon hunter.

He hugged Shiri and rushed forward! Rush towards the pile of twisted carriage wreckage!

Logically speaking, although the woods and bushes beyond the road were obviously farther away under the fire of more than a dozen crossbows, there were no enemy melee soldiers blocking them.

A better shelter than this pile of carriage wreckage.

But there are always exceptions to everything——

Clear all the enemies near the wreckage of the carriage. Isn't this a close and convenient bunker?

"A couple of times."

Lan En looked at the assassin who suddenly jumped back and only lost one hand instead of being cut in half. There was no movement on his face.

Having a few moments means that in Lan En's eyes, he really only has a few moments.

It was too late to turn the long sword that was thrown out with the Iai Slash.

The assassin's face was distorted by severe pain, and there was an obvious cruelty. He is not a person who will collapse just because his hand is cut off. He will retreat temporarily and then find a way to give him a cold blow.

Lan En hates such troublesome people.

If the blade cannot rotate, then hit it with the weighted ball at the end of the handle!

The right hand that had been stretched out quickly pulled back, and the weighted ball with three roaring bear heads was directed at the nimbly dodging assassin, hitting it like a chisel!

The assassin was indeed ruthless. He first used his useless hand, which was only the wrist, to block the first wave of impact of the weighted ball amidst the movement of bone cracks.

Then, taking advantage of this gap, he used his good hand to pull out the dagger from his waist. With a 'dang' sound, he completely blocked the impact of the weighted ball of the Sword of the Lake Lady in Lan En's hand.

The assassin's expression was relieved at first, and then completely collapsed when he saw Lan En's still unwavering cat eyes.

Because when the dagger resisted the impact of the weighted ball, a dazzling spark exploded that shouldn't have appeared at all.

[Wei Mingren·Xia Li]!

At first sight, I thought it blocked the attack on the body, but this time, it was originally aimed at the destructive posture!

The dagger held on the chest for defense was directly swung away in the assassin's baffled and incomprehensible eyes.

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

The process of smashing the weighted ball is similar to slashing, and the two actions can be connected smoothly.

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

"Stab it!" He pulled the blade.

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

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