Chapter 53 53. Draw the sword from behind

Phillip didn't want to meet Lan En before the situation was unclear.

It's not a question of whether you can beat it or not.

There is no need to think about this at all. Normally, a dozen cavalrymen would have no enemies in the land of Willen.

What's more, these dozen cavalrymen themselves are veterans who have come off the battlefield.

When the law enforcement team intercepted Bordon, even if Lan En hadn't intervened, one casualty would have been enough to kill the master demon hunter.

The crossbow interrupts the enemy's attack and movement rhythm, and the melee soldiers swarm forward and hack them to death with random swords.

Or melee soldiers can restrict the enemy's movement, defense, and directly take them away remotely with bows and crossbows.

Cold weapons versus cold weapons, more people make sense!

What really makes Phillip not want to meet each other is that if Lan En really goes crazy, how much price will they have to pay to win?

There are no military mages here, and Philip and his men have not seen much of the magic of demon hunters.

On the battlefield, the lack of intelligence must be filled with life.

Save effort and time.

But on the second tone.

"ah!!!"

The inferior Willen sword in his hand started from his side, drawing a shaky arc.

Everyone present, those who were ready to pounce, those who started to draw their weapons, were all stunned after the chop.

Rosacea fell to the ground, suffering from severe blood loss and damaged lungs that made him unable to scream again.

The structure of this camp is similar to the previous military depot.

Large tarpaulin tent, storage boxes, various bags, and fire pits.

But there are some slight differences.

But a brilliant, dazzling cold light fell suddenly and rapidly from the upper edge of the field of vision!

It got so bad that I thought my rosacea was due to my floaters coming back again.

This time it's not about asking for directions, it's about dealing with soldiers blocking the way.

No one feels nervous.

The voiceless sound of drawing a sword appeared unabashedly in this woodland.

Some of them had already pulled out wooden sticks and swords with a ferocious smile, preparing to bleed the food delivered to their doorsteps.

The cold cat's eyes were hidden behind the overlapping woods, and Poppy was left in the safe rear by him.

A cannibal murmured. His dynamic vision did not see the man drawing his sword at all!

One second, the sword was still half in the scabbard. The next second, the companion was struck from the shoulder. The depth of the sword blade seemed to have broken several ribs!

"Ah." Rosacea seems to be caused by everything happening too suddenly.

Lan began to move.

A few people were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the food on the fire being cooked quickly.

The bones are breaking.

Philip was not only managing these dozen cavalry, but these dozen cavalry were also the basis for his status among the knights.

First, steel met, and Rosacea's block indeed blocked the path of a slash from top to bottom.

What's more, these soldiers generally had a good impression of Lan En in their previous cooperation.

The sound of flapping branches became louder and louder.

A figure wearing heavy armor slowly walked out from under the trees.

Because in addition to the action of dragging and cutting, the sword blade is the same as boxing, relying on the instantaneous impact force to cut the blade into the human body.

"Aha!"

This time there will be blood from the beginning!

This was not a sword swung with the intention of hurting someone, but with the intention of blocking Lan En's possible slashes.

The sound of branches being moved was also mixed together.

At least in this bastard world, that can rarely make people feel at ease.

Although he is not a professional soldier, he still makes a living by killing people, so he still has the necessary vigilance.

When Lan En saw this camp for the first time, he made up his mind——

Only then did Rosacea see the face of the visitor clearly from the shade of the trees.

Everyone wants to be friends with good people.

"Sir, there are seven people in the camp. One of them cannot be observed due to the field of view, but his footsteps are very obvious."

Rosacea laughed and jumped forward.

As for the hands on the arms, the flesh and bones were being carefully trimmed by people sitting in the tent.

But as Lan En himself said.

But accidents always happen at this time.

There was a soft sound of "Puff-".

Alone? Carrying a sword?

Now even if he is wearing heavy armor, this person is still delivering food to his door.

I really don’t know how any idiot could carry a sword behind his back.

But then he smiled when he saw the number of people and the sword.

A piece of heavy armor plus one person, with this weight, would turn even the knight into a soft-footed shrimp!

A heavily armored warrior who cannot move can be killed with a dagger.

Moreover, the opponent had to reach back even to draw the sword, but now he didn't even half draw it out!

Then the young man raised his foot and kicked on the opponent's chest.

To deal with slashing, blocking with a wave is a better choice.

In terms of weapons, it is basically a Velen long sword on the waist, or simply a wooden stick wrapped with cloth strips, with a few nails randomly hammered into the striking end, which is considered a mace.

Regardless of whether Lan En had time to draw his sword from behind and slash him, he would drop his sword when he got close and wrap his body around his opponent.

No one, including Philip himself, wanted to fight a sword with a friendly friend, or at least an acquaintance.

But no matter what the subject's observation results are, it must give the subject its own observation report as a reference supplement.

The sword was not directed at Lan En's body, but the air in front of him.

There was no sneaking, no sprinting, but just like outing, gently pushing aside the branches and weeds in front of you, and walking forward.

And now, these criminals don't even have a piece of armor!

There are so many different races that he has never seen before, and he doesn't care.

"Please note, sir, based on the position of the person outside the field of vision, I estimate that there is a 70% chance that he will be a long-range enemy."

The first soft cry was stunned, and it even made people feel that he was not in any pain.

Rosacea didn't expect that he could break through the heavy armor with his sword, he even made up his mind.

Because he also knows very well the difference between armor-piercing and non-armor-piercing, heavy armor and light armor.

I can’t say it pulls the crotch, I can only say it makes people feel at ease.

Everyone feels that victory is within their grasp.

The blade of the sword sank directly into the flesh and blood of Rosacea's shoulder, as if the flesh, flesh and bones were no different from soft mud!

The bones and muscles were tangled together, and blood spurted out from the severed blood vessels.

The price was just that the sword blade that was expected to hit vertically from the top of the head was deflected to the shoulder.

"It doesn't matter at all."

After all, this is just a group of criminals who are very good at hiding.

It could be seen from the dim light that the man had his sword behind his back and was drawing it out.

That was not cut off, that was smashed!

Lan En's voice was as calm as his eyes.

The rosacea companions in the camp were familiar with him, and they understood his intentions in an instant.

The demon hunter held his sword and moved the shoulder that he had just slashed.
To be continued...