Chapter 96 96. Visit again

In fact, even if Berengar never stayed away from the battle, the result would not be much different.

Among the eight crossbow arrows that flew towards him, six were specifically shot at the space around the demon hunter to block his movement.

Only two of them point to the body.

Berengar's leather armor is typical witcher equipment.

In order to deal with monsters, demon hunters of other schools will not wear heavy armor at all.

Because flexibility is more important than protection in fighting monsters.

His set of armor incorporates the design concepts of the Wolf School, leaving a lot of mounting space for the potions and bombs they are good at.

But it is these empty spaces that make it impossible for Berengar to attach even a piece of armor to his body.

Most of the empty spaces that should have been full of potions and alchemy bombs were expired due to long periods of neglect, leaving them empty.

So after the [Quen's Seal] was breached immediately, two crossbow arrows directly pierced Berengar's body.

"If I don't kill him, I won't be able to live in peace for the rest of my life!"

The owner of the foot "persuaded" Berengar in a tone that sounded like a joke between friends.

The short and stocky man said in surprise. As he spoke, he stepped over Berengar's leg that was hit by an arrow, as if he didn't see the road clearly.

One walked straight towards the head eater.

The leader approached the struggling witcher on the ground.

"I don't know why that demon hunter isn't afraid. He's not afraid of the disparity in numbers or the forces behind him. It can even be said that he doesn't care at all!"

This kind of pain is unbearable even for a demon hunter, and the screams echo through the silent night sky.

Berengar could feel the sound of the steel of the arrow scraping against the bones!

"Ah! Ah!!!"

"Walking toward the trade area."

Then came a familiar, chilling voice.

Berengar used his remaining arm to hit and pat him, but the two hunting dogs would not let go after they bit him. The more they beat, the more fierce they became.

Berengar's arm holding the sword, due to the angle, was pierced between the forearm and the stomach.

They deliberately stayed far away from here, only aiming with their bows and arrows. Berengar's demon hunter senses did not sense them at all.

The chef acted quickly, and before long, a large plate of food was placed on the table in front of Lan En.

“I remember this was not included in the meals at the accommodation.”

The witcher lay on the ground with his mouth wide open, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes were rounded.

It bit off Berengar's arm bone.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, in order to kill the demon hunter who wanted to rip out my throat, I pulled out such a team of people under the pressure of the boss. Although I didn't catch him this time, with you here, it can be regarded as a help to the boss. A piece of evidence that witchers are a threat."

Another crossbow arrow was buried directly into his right thigh.

As he said this, the hound biting his arm made a crisp "click" sound from his mouth.

Lan En nodded, suddenly pointed to a glass of red wine on the dinner plate, and asked.

"That's the deterrent, brother. That's why I came here with dozens of people and a dozen crossbows in the middle of the night."

"Son of a bitch! Bastard of a human trafficker!"

"This is a gift from someone else, sir."

The young man was just about to ask. He had no relatives or friends here, and the sorceresses all knew that he wanted to act covertly. Who would give him drinks?

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In the hotel, Lan En was sitting in the lobby waiting for his dinner with Aaliyah.

"I knew that the demon hunter wouldn't let go, so I waited here, but... it's interesting! Another demon hunter got involved in this matter, what? Are you loners secretly connected?

"

The sharp teeth pulled at his flesh and dragged it to the man's feet.

Berengar looked up at Urbank's face with cannibalistic eyes.

"Nice look, man. But honestly, you're no deterrent at all."

Because a foot stepped on his face and crushed his face into a pool of blood on the ground.

The sound of the arrow entering the flesh is very slight, but the effect is significant.

"Sir, you can eat here or take it back to your room. Our staff will collect the tableware in the morning."

After whispering, Urbank's eyes sparkled with surprise.

Two people came out of the dark figures, one of whom was about to drag the half-dead demon hunter away.

Urbank moved his feet away from Berengar's face, tilted his head, and the two hounds obediently let go of their mouths and ran behind him.

But the head-eater wasn't nervous about it.

Veins bulged on Berengar's neck due to the severe pain, and he struggled to crawl further away.

Stepping on Berengar's face, Urbank knelt down and stared into his eyes and asked with a smile.

Speaking of that figure who stood up to the pressure of a camp alone in the dark night without retreating, fearing, or fighting to the death, the smile on Urbank's face was always there, and his mood was not even noticeable to him.

slowly disappeared.

"You are not the kind of people who have the courage to pursue it to the end. The most comforting thing you can say to yourself is 'it's all over'. But that demon hunter is different."

"Relax, relax, my friend."

The stocky figure, Urbank looked around at the demon hunter at his feet.

"Thankfully, I got to know mutants like you. They have smart noses and ears. It's very useful to shoot arrows from a distance for sneak attacks. Even that demon hunter won't survive being stabbed like a hedgehog. You two

The difference is nothing compared to a dozen crossbows."

"That kind of person, even if I lie half-dead in bed decades later and will die in the next second, he will definitely come over to collect debts from me with a sword in hand! Even if I don't know at all, what do I have with him?

There is no reason to fight to the death, but I know by looking at his eyes that he will definitely do this."

It was a short, strong man, accompanied by two hunting dogs.

"People like you may be filled with righteous indignation, or you may want to prove the value of your life for a moment, so you rush out to do heroic things. But I know people like you too well."

"Brother, let's calm down. Why are you so angry with these two beasts? It's not worth the damage to your body!"

But the two hunting dogs opened their mouths and bit the witcher's arms and shoulders without any instructions from their masters.

The hood and cloak are very eye-catching, but the boss is very confident in the security of the trading area and doesn't care about Lan En's sneaky appearance.

"It seems that there is a difference between him and that demon hunter."

Blood flowed like a gush.

But soon, the demon hunter no longer resisted even this little bit.

Whisper against the side of his shaved head.

"As long as I hide, it doesn't even have to be a few years. It only takes ten days and a half, and your anger is gone. Even if we meet by chance in a tavern, you can still hold back your hand that wants to draw the sword."

The arched body was like a dead fish flapping, but it was crushed down by the harder feet, unable to move.

Berengar was like a furious beast, cursing on the ground while struggling to stand up.

Around the greenhouse, a group of dark figures emerged from the distance.

"How lucky you are. The crossbow is loaded. Let's run again."

The boss's voice had a routine and tiredness to it, and I think he said this one hundred and eighty times every day.

But the next moment, a palm patted Lan En's shoulder, causing the cat eyes under his hood to shrink suddenly.

"grass!"

The arrow shaft was stepped on and crooked, and the arrowhead left in the flesh was severely gouged out.

A half-bald head appeared in front of Lan En with a smile.

"It is a basic etiquette for businessmen to treat customers to a drink when visiting them."

Gunter O'Dimm.

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