Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 12 12.Leave

Lan En patted the dirt on his body and stood up.

His hand rested on the handle of the halberd stuck in the belly of Bordon's corpse.

"Pfft-"

With gentle force, the murder weapon was pulled out.

The majestic corpse then fell over like mud, and Lan En didn't look at it again.

The bad blood between them has been wiped out.

The three sergeants who had already restrained the captain's body and were waiting aside saw this and slowly approached.

"Have you finished talking?"

the Halberdier asked tentatively.

Lan En didn't reply, just nodded, grabbed the tip of the halberd's tail, straightened it and handed it to him.

The halberdier gritted his teeth at this, but still reached out and took his weapon.

"How can this kind of holding be so stable and your teacher. I have never seen anyone who can wear such a heavy armor and move so fast. Are all you demon hunters of this level?"

Without the Bear School armor, or even if the armor was slightly inferior, Bordon would have been killed by the first wave of arrows.

Heavy armor is the second guarantee of a soldier's life - the first guarantee is the fighting quality of the soldier himself.

"I'm different." Lan En let go and shrugged, "Our school is stronger than the average."

The halberdier began to clean the blood and grease on the blade. It was not easy to kill someone with the weapon. If you don't clean it, it will rust the next day.

The archers on one side then asked Lan En for his opinion.

"Then let's take the two corpses away together now?"

"I have to take off his armor first." Lan En shrugged and pointed to Bordon's body behind him. "He gave me this set of armor."

The crossbowman couldn't help but nodded, "You should really keep it. I have never seen armor with such good craftsmanship. It must not be cheap."

His tone was full of admiration, and he lowered his head in embarrassment and looked at his standard armor.

As a standing soldier under Lord Willen, the most advanced armor he has ever seen is the lord's heirloom armor.

But everyone in Velen knew that their lord Veserad did not have the courage to go to the battlefield.

His heirloom armor may still look gorgeous, but it's self-evident that it can't withstand cutting now.

Lan En nodded in agreement.

"The craftsmanship is very good, but because of this, it will cost a lot of money to repair the big hole in the abdomen."

With the help of three professional sergeants, Bordon's set of Bear School armor was quickly taken off.

The Bear School is the only school among witchers equipped with heavy armor.

An armor like this, with a total weight of nearly thirty kilograms, would be impossible for ordinary people to get up even if they fell down.

Putting on and taking off the clothes can only be accomplished with the help of attendants.

The three sergeants dragged the two corpses all the way out of the small valley, where there were the four horses they had come on.

Bordon and Lane's mounts were also there.

"I would like to express my gratitude to you again, Master Demon Hunter. Whether it is for your help in battle or for giving up the bounty." Before leaving, the three sergeants bowed to Lan En on horseback to greet him.

"We usually stay at the Crow's Nest, which is also the castle of Sir Wesselard. If you need anything, please feel free to come over. No matter what others think, we will definitely treat you with the best."

"Crow's Nest, I remember it." Lan En responded with a smile, without correcting their title.

Master witchers refer specifically to those witchers who can hunt large monsters alone.

It doesn't matter what kind they are: adult griffins, petrified cockatrices, petrified lizards, or pterodactyls. Anyway, they all have the combat power to kill a squad of ten soldiers individually.

Bordon has such a record and can be called a master.

But even if he can hunt large monsters alone, he still has to die when faced with a completely different battle mode like human civil war.

For Lan En, although he is far from being called a "master", there is no need to worry about them who may never leave Velen in their lifetime.

"By the way, I have a question." Lan En asked casually. "Why is Sir Veselard pursuing a murderer so diligently this time?"

People are killed every day in Willen. Although the crime of murder is serious, as long as he does not appear in front of the guards with great fanfare, the pursuit and wanted are just a formality.

He had been planning to get rid of his mentor for a long time, but taking advantage of the pursuit, he really made a spur-of-the-moment idea.

Bordon had a reason for daring to kill directly. He was robbed of emotions by his mutation, but not his brain.

"This guy is just unlucky." The halberdier pointed at the body on the horse.

"Oriden is the private residence of a big man. I heard he is King Foltest's cousin or something. That knight often holds chariot racing competitions in Oriden. He was unlucky, and the murderers There happens to be a game tomorrow, and we need to improve the public order. Lord Veserad doesn't dare to neglect the big shots in Vizima."

So the crime of murder, which was originally a trivial crime, now requires a team of professional soldiers to pursue and hang him.

This is not simply "enforcement of justice", this is a "political statement".

That makes sense.

Lan En nodded. Regarding matters that may be difficult for local civilians in this world to understand, his relatively rich knowledge and education can easily clarify his thoughts.

No longer entangled, Lan En waved goodbye to the three sergeants.

The horse left by Bordon was strong and energetic, with pure black fur that was shiny and only four hooves had white hair.

It's a mare with dark clouds and snow.

Lann stroked the bridge of the horse's nose and looked at it.

The horse's nostrils were wide open, snorting, and its eyes were calm. Even without the Yaksi Seal, the horse is very receptive to Lan En. After all, he has been feeding the horse during this period.

This is the war horse that Bordon spent a lot of money to buy.

Although it can't be compared with those horses that have been trained by heavy armored cavalry and can master at least four hoof movements during training to adapt to the battlefield environment.

But the physique is no problem.

Authentic Kaedweni horse.

This horse had much better food than Lan En before.

"Xi Lv Lv"

"Quiet, Popper, be quiet."

Lan En calmed down the horse named "Poppa" easily, and placed the temporarily damaged and ill-fitting Bear School armor on the back of his original old horse.

Lan En is sure that his figure is still growing, but the figure gap between him and Bordon still seems to be huge.

Although this valuable armor was already in his hands, if he wanted to use it, in addition to repairing the big hole in his abdomen, he had to change his body shape.

I don’t know if there is a competent master blacksmith in the whole of Willen.

The damaged Willen sword simply stayed in the bloody mud.

Instead, Lan En directly carried the two swords with bear heads carved on the weight balls at the end of the sword hilts behind his back.

Bear school steel and silver swords.

As soon as he took it in his hand, the young man immediately felt the difference. It's like a poor kid wearing a shirt that costs thousands of dollars for the first time in his life.

It's an "expensive" feeling that you can touch.

The material of the blade, the subtle center of gravity, and the good grip feel. Compared with these two swords, Lan En felt that the Willen long sword he had been using before was just a thin piece of iron!

Bordon can cut off the bodies of four half-evil ghosts with one sword. In addition to his strength and swordsmanship, the quality of the sword itself is also very important.

Lan En fully felt this now.

With a good sword of this level, he could kill himself in half a minute with just a hunting knife.

The young man's hand was still lingering on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the two horses rode one horse and led the other away from the blood-filled valley.

The clouds in the sky are stirring, Willun is near the sea, and the sky changes as the sky says.

Just like what happened to Lan En himself.

When he came, he was still an apprentice demon hunter who couldn't control his life and death. But when he left, he had already killed his mentor.

Became the master of his own life again.

On horseback, the young man's nose twitched and he smelled the fishy smell of soil.

"The wind is strong and it's going to rain."

Lan En tightened the worn cotton armor around his body, gently pinched Poppai's horse's belly, and the strong mare began to run at a small trot.

He had to go to Oriden, the village where Bordon committed the murder.

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