Chapter 8 8. No suspenseful choice

Come and choose, teacher.

The halberd's charge penetration cannot be resisted by armor, even if it is advanced armor such as school armor.

Even if you wipe the halberd's edge with your wrist armor and force it to change direction, it won't work.

It's already too close.

If the blade is stabbed towards the torso, what difference does it make even if it misses?

The blade of the halberd is wide and sharp. As long as an opening is made on the torso, at least two internal organs will be affected.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys cannot remain intact.

You must use the blade to stop the thrust.

But at the same time, the alchemy bag cannot be saved.

The magic potion and alchemy bomb inside are your only hope to survive the next battle.

If you look carefully, in the young man's cat eyes, the calculations and possibilities are looming, just like a waterfall flowing down from the pupils.

A pair of cat eyes stared at his students.

"Come and try it! Freak! Hurry up and let me try it!"

Perhaps the witcher's ability to survive is truly extraordinary. This brown bear-like man is not dead yet, but is just sitting quietly.

This process has been longer than the entire battle just now.

"Finally we can have a good talk, teacher."

Finally, the halberd whose trajectory was adjusted by Lan En stabbed into Bordon's abdominal cavity.

Lan En left traces along the way that could be followed by the law enforcement team, attracting them.

The extremely majestic body became stiff.

"But guys, let's be honest, I owe you a favor, your entire squad."

"Shit mutant freak!"

"You are the law enforcement team sent by the lord, and it is your duty to capture him. That is true. But life is precious. Regardless of whether this is your duty or not, I accept this life-saving mission and must respond. Especially since you are still dead.

Human, so I won’t take a single oren from the bounty.”

"What do you want to do? Freak! Are you looking for death!?"

The crossbowman yelled fiercely, and Lan En could see that his finger on the trigger was shaking.

He will die today.

"Gentlemen, you have just witnessed the survivability and killing ability of the demon hunters. And you, a halberdier without a weapon, and two archers with only one-handed swords, standing within five steps of me. I

If you want to take action, you can't last ten seconds."

The two archers also walked down the hillside from the commanding heights in the distance. The crossbowmen did not withdraw their strings, and the arrows pointed clearly at Lan En.

But every time, he can use his calm mind to find the hope of survival, and then lift the monster's head to get his reward.

"So, we don't need to take things to that point, right? I just want to say a few words to my kind. He can't be saved. It's obvious. Even if the priests of Meritelli are present, he can't be saved.

Isn't it? You can take this time to collect the body of this respectable soldier. He will be almost dead by then. You can just carry their bodies to the lord's castle to collect the bounty. We have seen enough blood today.

Too much."

But Lan En tilted his head and spat out the next sentence, which caused the atmosphere to turn sharply.

Lan En was not surprised by this. The amount of bleeding just now was probably not even possible for the mage to save.

If he doesn't repay the favor of saving his life, Lan En will look down on him.

As soon as he reached out his hand, he caught it in his arms.

"Although we are still flashing our swords at each other, the fact is: you rescued me from my teacher, and a respectable sergeant died as a result."

Following Lan En's calm words, the eyes of the three people also moved to these two parts.

He still looked at his students.

"Forget it, everyone." Lan En smiled and shook his head, putting the dagger back into its sheath.

The words stopped, and the three Temerian sergeants on the opposite side clenched their cheeks.

"But will two arrows take care of me?"

The remaining three soldiers immediately became as nervous as if their hair had exploded.

At this time, Bordon's beard was already covered with pink blood bubbles flowing out of his mouth, which was the color of the blood in his lungs.

"Calm down, man. It's over."

"You, you won't come with us? Your Excellency has issued three hundred and sixty orens for this murderer. That's it."

The long archer's lips murmured for a moment, then hesitantly spoke.

The young man's expression was calm as usual, as if the terrible assumption about "death" he had just made about himself did not exist.

The sincere words made the atmosphere more relaxed, and both shooters lowered their arrows slightly. In response, Lan En also turned around and faced them head-on.

What's even more terrible is that Lan En's hand is now bursting with magical light!

The halberdiers and longbowmen were the same, with angry expressions on their faces, but they were all swallowing their saliva.

"That's a lot of money." Lan interrupted him and nodded.

He never imagined that the other party had actually reached a level that could be used in actual combat.

The three people looked at each other, and finally nodded towards the young man, leaving space for the two witchers.

"I only have a knife, gentlemen. And you have two arrows on the string."

Or, it is not words that calm them, but their own superior position.

Lan En, on the other hand, looked down at him and slowly squatted down.

Bright red bodily fluids burst out.

The young man's arm holding the hunting knife has been raised to the side of his face, which means clearly.

He screamed as if he had just woken up from a dream, and began to gasp for air.

Three rounds of shooting had elapsed since the battle began, only about twenty seconds in total.

"I owe you this. If this sergeant has no family, then please use the bounty to give him a decent funeral. I believe that my life is still worth more than three hundred oren

.”

The Viren people are used to seeing death, especially professional soldiers, so there is nothing much to say other than venting their fear of magic and mutants.

Lan En looked at him without hesitation, and raised his hand to stop the halberdier beside him from drawing out his weapon.

Even the instinct to survive was suppressed for a moment, and that was just this moment.

"Pfft-"

The longbowman put the arrow back into his quiver and nodded at the young man.

"We appreciate your sincerity, but Captain Barron is a widower, and the bounty you gave up cannot benefit his family. Seriously, you should think about it again."

He was pushed several steps by the halberdier, and did not stop until he hit a tree. Then his legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground.

They are veterans and they know what is going on now.

Lan En himself, on the other hand, rushed from under the Bear School's steel sword to his mentor's side, cutting the strap of the alchemy bag with his dagger as fast as lightning.

"That's right, two arrows." Lan En kept his sideways posture and nodded.

Two archers, a tough soldier with a long weapon, and your student - a witcher.

Other than using the overwhelming physical strength after drinking the magic potion to kill him, or taking out expensive bombs, there is no chance.

In previous assignments, Bordon had faced death more than once.

And his biological brain did accomplish the planned goal.

This makes the other party even more serious-looking.

The halberdier took two steps forward with his boots on, trying to withdraw the halberd stuck in Bordon's stomach.

But Bordon shocked them so much that they were temporarily confused.

The crossbowman prepared the crossbow and the longbowman immediately drew the bow and aimed it at Lan En.

"Yes, gentlemen. I'm leaning sideways, so if you want to shoot in the heart, the arrow has to go through the arm, three layers of cotton armor, and a layer of skin, ribs, and a pair of lungs. It can't go through.

.Then I have time to kill you all after being hit by arrows, so you can only shoot in the head."

But if he pulled out the halberd, the heavy bleeding would definitely prevent him from surviving for a minute.

The position did not change, but the atmosphere began to relax.

In fact, they could last at least one minute. Lan En was far behind his teacher in terms of physical fitness, equipment quality, and swordsmanship.
To be continued...