Chapter 57 57. Amateur Assassination

Lan En shook off the blood drops on the Bear School steel sword, wiped it clean with a rag and put it back into the scabbard behind his back.

There were corpses all over the ground, just like the first small camp he traced through scent.

"This is the fourth one. It should be enough."

The young witcher muttered to himself.

The Mentos in his mind confirmed his estimate.

"A 73% chance, sir. That's big enough."

"After all, they set up sentries on a two-day shift basis. In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they can't use smoke warning. This can't achieve the effect of quickly transmitting information. It's just interception and warning."

"Clearing four sentries is enough to ensure the smooth flow of this passage."

After saying that, Mentos added something rigorously.

"Of course, this probability only takes effect after you actually successfully save someone. And as you get injured and affect your action efficiency, this probability will drop off a cliff."

The witcher's physical fitness is stronger than the normal level, allowing Lan En to walk faster than ordinary people even if he is hunched over.

He took off the silver sword behind him and placed it on the ground.

Now Lan En's face is pale, his eye sockets are dark, and he looks more like a monster that should be hunted by him.

But there are also "points" that are different.

The struggling human beings seem to have exploded with greater strength in the few seconds before their near-death state.

Let me die in peace!

This is one of the few exposed reflective spots on his body.

The witcher has a pair of cat eyes, but under normal circumstances it only increases observation ability. Only by drinking the magic potion can one temporarily gain super-sensitive vision.

The magic potion [Cat] gives the witcher low-light vision.

It is estimated that the freight method they adopt is: the goods are loaded onto small boats at the port, and then they arrange for large ships to pick up the goods in deep water areas far away.

Therefore, in the eyes of a modern man like Lan En, not only the prison area was dark, but even the accommodation area for the armed personnel could only be called "dark".

"Here we go, Mentos!"

Child abduction, cannibalism. Either one deserves to die.

Lan En even had to tie his hands and legs together to prevent him from making too many moves.

It's so dark in here. It's just awesome!

The area of ​​the camp is not large, about 300 square meters.

The standing number ranges from forty to fifty people, some of whom are members of a group of cannibals, but there are also some who are unknown to the cannibals.

And before civilization developed electric lights, light at night had always been a luxury.

Lan En heard a little excitement in Mentos's intelligent voice.

"I understand, but you also know that such words don't scare me."

His body began to instinctively resist, scratch and twitch.

A pair of hands stretched out from the darkness, and arrogantly covered the patrolman's mouth and nose from behind, pulled him over, and cut his throat with a "stab" sound.

All the way downhill.

Presumably, they have set up many sentries around the perimeter.

"The situation is far more optimistic than expected. Mentos, it seems that the two of us don't have to fight."

Those amber cat eyes turned intelligently.

He could even see the oil reflected from the guy's hair.

Finally, near the eye socket, this dense blood vessel converges.

Several fixed fires and a dozen or so patrol personnel each holding a torch are all the lighting measures.

The dense forest rustled, and amid the swaying of the branches and leaves, the footsteps of the demon hunter sounded, and his back slowly disappeared into the shadow of the trees again.

The strange feeling of the potion entering the body was strange yet familiar. Lan En's mouth twitched slightly, and the pain caused by the poison was endured.

Just like the killer in the movie.

There is no doubt that biological brains can learn swear words.

This time, the main body no longer has to fight so hard.

"The rescue success rate has increased by 30%, sir. But I think you should still secretly eliminate more than one-third of the armed personnel in this camp to be safe."

Damn it, you bastards! Do you know how I felt when I looked at that mood graph and looked at the fuse of a bomb?!

Finally, Lan En took out a bottle of potion from the alchemical leather bag.

Is this called "sending people to follow"? This is basically treating the cannibals as wage earners!

But for a witcher, these are not top priorities.

They didn't care about the lighting of the prison area because the prison area was not surrounded by the sea on the other side.

But his own mood was the same. The target he wanted to rescue was in that dark prison area. He was very close now.

Darkness is the demon hunter's advantage.

He took out his hunting knife from his waist, grabbed some dirt from the ground and spread it on the blade and his steel arm guard.

This face after taking drugs can be regarded as a major reason why demon hunters are discriminated against.

The cannibals must have lost their minds to believe this.

This is because the potion you drank is not very toxic, and even your eyeballs will turn pure black.

Lan En thought so.

Cutting the throat will not cause death immediately. Lan En has not paid attention to this problem before.

Relying on the information obtained through interrogation at the four outposts, Lan En already had a rough understanding of their base camp and the secret port.

A patrolman followed the route and walked to the outskirts of the camp. He stretched out his torch and glanced around before preparing to change places.

Mentos suddenly relaxed as soon as he saw the camp.

The resources of an organization are limited, and it is normal to consider one thing at the expense of another and weigh the pros and cons.

Lan En exhaled softly, then raised his head to drink from the bottle with the mouth of the bottle facing his upper lip.

He also tightened the scattered iron buckles on his body so that the armor and scattered equipment would not jingle due to movement.

Lan En was less than ten meters in front of him, watching quietly as the man turned around.

In the camp, most of the armed personnel live in simple tents. The living quarters are crescent-shaped and half-enclosed in a dark wooden cage-like prison.

If anyone has actually used a torch at night without auxiliary lighting, they will understand that this thing is really weak as a light source.

The hand holding the torch was held directly by the demon hunter to prevent the torch from shaking.

The overall texture is translucent and milky white, but there seems to be a black sticky precipitate at the very bottom.

Human resources are also precious resources. It is outrageous that a criminal gang with hundreds of people can exist in Willen.

Lan En's traveling speed was planned, and he arrived at this base camp just when the sky was getting dark, following the enemy's confession.

From under the collar of the armor, the black toxin, or medicinal power, spread all the way from the blood vessels to the face.

Most of the cannibals who were the main force in the business were sent to outlying posts, and a small number were only allowed to return to the port when they took a break.

Candles, lamp oil, firewood. These humble things are all money!

Regardless of whether it was Zhinao or Lan En, they seemed to have forgotten this matter in their nervousness.

The peripheral defense here was not as complete as expected, which allowed Lan En to hunch down and look through the trees at some scenes in the camp.

According to them, "This is the buyer found by the 'Head Eater'. The business is very big, so it is normal for them to send a group of people to follow."

"Huh-I never thought that apart from the grass trial, the first potion that enters the body would be this."

There is the largest tent in the middle of the crescent moon, which should be the leader's position.

Lan En bent over and approached the secret port. His thick armor made him look like a tiptoeing black bear.

It's just that according to the People's Federation Education Law, they cannot be announced verbally during communication with children.

Thinking of this, Lan En sneered.

A small port was built towards the sea, and several small boats that could swim in the shallows were docked there.

Because he is more proficient in frontal sword fighting, he can cut his throat and then stab his chest and behead his head if he doesn't die. It only takes half a second.

But during the assassination, the half-minute-long struggle after cutting his throat left Lan En's cotton armor coat more than half wet with blood.

He had cleared four camps before, and the enemy didn't even touch him during the battle.

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