Chapter 52 52. I don’t want to either!

There were fifteen horses in the group, and the already unsatisfactory road conditions were made even worse by the horses' hooves.

Philip and his soldiers approached Condale Depot.

They didn't plan to get any supplies in the military depot. He knew very well what was prepared in the military depot for those low-level soldiers.

Brown bread that is about to go moldy, potatoes, radishes, onions. You may not even have a whetstone!

He just came over to ask about the situation, and then made a brief investigation based on the situation, which was considered as handling the errand.

You can't say that they neglected their duties, because every soldier here would draw his sword and rush to kill the trafficker as soon as he saw it.

It's just that trivial and difficult tasks such as solving crimes and tracking can easily kill one's fighting spirit and make people lazy. No one is immune to this.

But just as a group of people got closer to the military station marked on the map, a soldier with a good sense of smell in the team issued a warning to everyone.

"Guys, something's wrong! It smells like blood!"

Immediately, Philip discovered the key.

"Then the child was abducted and he was too anxious?"

"The murderer wore a pair of good gloves. That's why the wounds were so horrific. The three of them were no different than being hit in the face with a hammer."

"Let's not talk about whether they are officers or soldiers." Philip glanced at the three corpses.

The traces of the fight are not concealed at all and can be seen clearly from a standing position.

Although he wears armor with Temerian white lilies on it, he must have also worked part-time as a highwayman. This is already self-evident and everyone tacitly agrees.

That witcher!

York approached Philip with a troubled expression, and Philip also leaned down on his horse with an unclear expression.

"Why, why don't you rush on your way?"

So far, there is really no monster that neatly wears human armor.

The sergeant's eyes flashed.

I have never seen such an effect using a war hammer on the battlefield!

etc!

The witcher is really pissed off!

Together they realized this.

At this moment, they all thought of the guy with studded leather gloves and a pair of cat eyes.

Philip and York looked at each other in unison.

After York dismounted, he carried his halberd and walked for about ten steps, crossing the entire military station.

"The key is that I've never seen Lan En get so angry!"

——Three corpses is not normal!

There is only one big dent in the face all over the body!

"You can't see clearly when you're sitting on a horse, boss. But from here, I can see the marks left by the three-pointed nails on their gloves in the wounds on their faces."

York shivered and nodded.

This is too cruel!

But a wound of this shape would weigh several hundred kilograms at least!

"Maybe it's a monster, York? We are not witchers. There are many monsters we have never seen before, and we don't recognize the wounds they cause."

"Bah! Idiot! Is Lan En stupid? Did you find that the cannibal sect didn't come to us?"

Because of this, York, who was carrying a halberd, couldn't help but sharpen his teeth.

As the situation in the military station was revealed to people, Philip and his men frowned in unison.

"The heads of these three people were all hit like this with fists. Do you understand what I mean? Just one blow with the fist, and then their heads made a 'bang' sound."

Except for the halberdiers named by him, the others were still sitting on their horses, ready to charge and fight at any time.

You can say that veterans on the battlefield are uneducated and uneducated, but you can't say that they can't kill people or save their lives.

Phillip didn't think about the thoughts of those big shots, he just subconsciously covered his stomach and said.

"Meritelli, if you hit me in the stomach with your fist, the shit will come out of me!"

The corners of Phillip's mouth twitched and he complained in a low voice.

Phillip was a little slower due to the influence of alcohol, but he was also smart, sweating all over his vest, and he felt quite sober.

The sergeant suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Although his voice was not loud, the brothers around him nodded in deep agreement.

The originally lazy temperament of the group of people immediately changed, like a bowstring being stretched.

"Boss, what's this? Lan En, he's already killing officers and soldiers."

"You don't care whether he can have a child or not, it's definitely a big case anyway! Follow the traces and let's follow him! By the way, it's important to follow him, but let's not be too hasty on our way."

Philip frowned and retorted, but York nodded the corpse's head with the tip of his halberd's tail.

Philip felt nervous for no reason at this scene. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have. He had seen many tragic battlefields on the battlefield where Sidaris restored the royal family.

"Damn it! Can you tell me something I didn't see?"

It seems that people who can punch hundreds of kilograms of weight do not exist in the world of Willen?

The red and white sticky substance on the head trembled slightly.

The wound definitely looked like a fist blow.

But how is it possible?

Although the force produced by the fist is an instantaneous impact, it is different from the continuous force of lifting or pushing or pulling heavy objects.

"Bang!" The halberdier's helmet was hit again.

"The plague is upon us. Boss, these three heads have been hammered to pieces!"

Instead, it swung its hooves and walked back and forth, looking like it was ready to run at any moment.

It’s not like I’ve never seen a massacre before, so why are you so panicked in a land where only three people died?

The horse felt this panic through the reins, and it did not stay in place.

Phillip looked ugly, and he also discovered the source of his abnormal feeling.

The sergeant's tone was tangled and a little timid.

York was confused, but the image of Lan En holding the sword of fire and cutting off the cannibal's feet without even blinking could still be seen in his mind.

"This is different, boss." York curled his lips and stood in front of the black-faced soldier's body, using the tip of the halberd in his hand to push his rotten head.

Damn you, the polite, kind and enthusiastic witcher, in the blink of an eye, you use your fists!

This kind of lowest-level soldier, if you say he is an officer or soldier, then he is not, and no one cares about him.

"But now"

The men and horses on both sides of the cavalry team spontaneously left the team to conduct a survey, but found nothing.

"Cannibal sect?"

Now Willen's two cases are the most difficult and the most infuriating.

How the hell does such a person exist!

The two opinions actually all depend on Jazz’s own judgment.

The palm of his hand slapped hard on the halberdier's helmet, making York's head buzz.

In the face of conclusive evidence, Philip could no longer take chances.

This violent horse-mounting method is often used near the battlefield, allowing you to charge at full speed at any time while maintaining alertness.

The nervous cavalrymen rushed towards the military station with the sound of rumbling horse hooves.

After he was sure there was no danger, Philip waved his hand and signaled the horse behind him to slow down.

"That's not right. Demon hunters can't have children, right?"

Finally, we stopped in front of the military station.

"Be vigilant! Get close for reconnaissance!"

"When I was in the law enforcement team, we were so scared that we pointed arrows at him, but he was still able to slowly explain to us, then eliminate the hostility and avoid bloodshed. His character and cultivation are definitely not fake!"

"No one is around, and there are no wild beasts or monsters."

"In other words, what could possibly make him so angry in Willen?"

"I feel something is wrong, too." York replied to his boss.
To be continued...