Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 52 52. I don’t want to either!

There were fifteen horses in the group, and the already unsatisfactory road conditions were made even worse by the horses' hooves.

Philip and his soldiers approached Condale Depot.

They didn't plan to get any supplies in the military depot. He knew very well what was prepared in the military depot for those low-level soldiers.

Brown bread that is about to go moldy, potatoes, radishes, onions. You may not even have a whetstone!

He just came over to ask about the situation, and then made a brief investigation based on the situation, and that was considered as handling the errand.

You can't say that they neglected their duties, because every soldier here would draw his sword and rush to kill the trafficker as soon as he saw it.

It's just that trivial and difficult tasks such as solving crimes and tracking can easily kill one's fighting spirit and make people lazy. No one is immune to this.

But as a group of people got closer to the military station marked on the map, a soldier with a good sense of smell in the team issued a warning to everyone.

"Guys, something's wrong! It smells like blood!"

The originally lazy temperament of the group of people immediately changed, as if they were stretched as tightly as a bowstring.

You can say that battlefield veterans are uneducated and uneducated, but you can't say that they can't kill people or save their lives.

Phillip was slightly slower due to the influence of alcohol, but he was also smart, sweating all over his vest, and he felt quite sober.

"Be vigilant! Get close for reconnaissance!"

The nervous cavalrymen rushed towards the military station with the sound of rumbling horse hooves.

This violent way of mounting horses is often used close to the battlefield. While maintaining vigilance, one can charge at full speed at any time.

Like a bayonet ready to be thrust out at any time.

As the situation in the military station was revealed to people, Philip and his men frowned in unison.

"No one is around, and there are no wild beasts or monsters."

The men and horses on both sides of the cavalry team spontaneously left the team to conduct a survey, but found nothing.

After he was sure there was no danger, Phillip waved his hand and signaled the horse behind him to slow down.

Finally stopped in front of the military station.

"York, go see what's going on."

Phillip sat on the horse, looking around with vigilant and fierce eyes.

Except for the halberdiers named by him, the others were still sitting on their horses, ready to charge and fight at any time.

After York dismounted, he carried his halberd and walked for about ten steps, even crossing the entire military station.

The traces of the fight are not concealed at all and can be seen clearly from a standing position.

Because of this, York, who was carrying a halberd, couldn't help but sharpen his teeth.

"The plague is upon us. Boss, these three heads have been hammered to pieces!"

"Damn it! Can you tell me something I didn't see?"

Philip felt nervous for no reason at this scene. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have. He had seen many tragic battlefields on the battlefield where Sidaris restored the royal family.

It’s not like I’ve never seen a massacre before, so why are you so panicked in a land where only three people died?

The horse felt this panic through the reins, and it did not stay in place.

Instead, it swung its hooves and walked back and forth, looking like it was ready to run at any moment.

"This is different, boss." York curled his lips and stood in front of the black-faced soldier's body, using the tip of the halberd in his hand to push his rotten head.

The red and white sticky substance on the head trembled slightly.

"The heads of these three people were all hit like this with fists. Can you understand what I mean? Just one blow with the fist, and then their heads made a 'bang' sound."

Phillip's face was ugly, and he also discovered the source of his abnormal feeling.

——Three corpses is abnormal!

There is only a big dent in the face all over the body!

The wound definitely looked like a fist blow.

But how is it possible?

Although the force produced by the fist is an instantaneous impact, it is different from the continuous force of lifting or pushing or pulling heavy objects.

But a wound of this shape would weigh several hundred kilograms at least!

"Maybe it's a monster, York? We are not witchers. There are many monsters we have never seen before, and we don't recognize the wounds they cause."

Philip frowned and retorted, but York nodded the corpse's head with the tip of his halberd's tail.

"You can't see clearly when you're sitting on a horse, boss. But from here, I can see the wounds on their faces and the marks left by the three-pointed nails on their gloves."

"The murderer wore a pair of good gloves. That's why the wounds were so horrific. The three of them were no different than being hit in the face with a hammer."

In the face of conclusive evidence, Philip could no longer take chances.

So far, no monster has ever neatly worn human armor.

But a person's fist can really weigh hundreds of pounds, close to a thousand kilograms! ?

How the hell does such a person exist!

"Meritelli, if you hit my stomach with your fist, the shit will come out of me!"

The corners of Phillip's mouth twitched and he complained in a low voice.

Although his voice was low, the brothers around him nodded in deep agreement.

etc!

The sergeant suddenly raised his eyebrows.

It seems that people who can punch hundreds of kilograms of weight do not exist in the world of Willen?

Philip and York looked at each other in unison.

At this moment, they all thought of the guy with studded leather gloves and a pair of cat eyes.

That witcher!

York approached Philip with a troubled expression, and Philip also leaned down on his horse with an unclear expression.

"Boss, what is this...? Lan En, he has already killed officers and soldiers."

"Let's not talk about whether they are officers or soldiers." Philip glanced at the three corpses.

This kind of lowest-level soldier, if you say he is an officer or soldier, then you are not, and no one cares about him.

Even though he wears armor emblazoned with Temerian white lilies, it's a no-brainer that he also moonlights as a highwayman.

The two opinions actually all depend on the judge himself.

Phillip didn't think about the thoughts of those big shots, he just subconsciously covered his stomach and said.

"The key is that I've never seen Lan En get so angry!"

The sergeant's tone was tangled and slightly flinching.

Damn you, polite, kind and enthusiastic witcher, with your fists in the blink of an eye!

Use your fucking fists! Smashed three people's heads!

This is too cruel!

I have never seen such an effect using a war hammer on the battlefield!

"I feel something is wrong, too." York replied to his boss.

"When I was in the law enforcement team, we were so scared that we pointed arrows at him, but he was still able to slowly explain to us, then eliminate the hostility and avoid bloodshed. His character and cultivation are definitely not fake!"

"But now"

The two of them looked at the three heads that looked like rotten watermelons and remained silent.

The witcher was really pissed off!

Together they realize this.

Immediately, Philip discovered the key.

"Why is he so irritated?"

The sergeant's eyes flashed.

"In other words, what could possibly make him so angry in Willen?"

York was confused, but the image of Lan En holding the fire sword and cutting off the cannibal's feet without even blinking could still be seen in his mind.

"Cannibal sect?"

"Bah! Idiot! Is Lan En stupid? Did you find out that the cannibal sect didn't come to us?"

A slap with his palm on the Halberdier's helmet made York's head buzz.

"Then the child was abducted and he was too anxious?"

Now Willen's two cases are the most difficult and the most infuriating.

"That's not right. Demon hunters can't have children, right?"

"Bang!" The halberdier's helmet was hit again.

"You don't care if he can have a child or not, it's definitely a big case anyway! Follow the traces, let's follow! By the way, it's important to follow, but let's not be too hasty on our way."

"Why, why don't you rush on your way?"

"You definitely don't want to meet Lan En without being sure whether he is awake, right? Look at these three 'rotten melons', tsk tsk tsk."

York shivered and nodded.

Facing the confused halberdiers, Philip smiled kindly.

"What a coincidence, isn't this——"

"I don't fucking want to either!"

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