Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 65 65. Escape and see ghosts

Head Eater, Ubank. He took his two loyal hounds with him, as well as the small bundle on his back.

He walked out of his tent lightly packed.

The neat look on his face made people wonder if this guy had been prepared early in the morning.

Walking outside the tent, he had just promised a huge reward on the high platform here, making a group of bloodthirsty and vicious thugs cheer.

But now, no one cares about the high platform that symbolizes the status of the leader.

The thugs were frightened.

They started shouting and running around like headless chickens, and even looked so nervous that they wanted to kill each other.

This is called "bombing the camp."

In the ancient times of Lan En's home world, it was called "Ying Xiao".

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Urbank smacked his lips, feeling extremely regretful as he watched his camp fall into chaos.

He had no intention of stepping up and re-establishing command.

The inhuman demon hunter is still killing people randomly.

Still killing indiscriminately!

He looks like a fucking ghost!

If he stood up to take command now, he would probably see him and rush over to him with a sword.

Who here can stop it?

Moreover, when it comes to bombing a camp, if you expect the camp to calm down from within, you might as well worship the gods on the spot.

Unless there is a strong intervention by armed forces outside the camp, the camp that wants to bomb the camp will calm down unless all the people die or run away.

But what is strange is that, as the leader of the camp, Urbank only showed extremely limited regret for the power that he was about to destroy?

It's not even a pity, just a "pity".

It seems that what is about to collapse is not his hard work, but just a relatively convenient thing.

"Hey! Old Hansen! Stop, stop, stop!"

The head-eater first tucked the valuable little bundle under his clothes, and then after looking around for a while, he called out to someone.

A headless beard with white hair stopped.

His confused and panicked eyes regained some sense when he saw Urbank.

"Boss!" Hope suddenly rose in his eyes.

There is a leader. No matter what level or character the leader has, there must be someone who takes the lead. This is what the confused crowd longs for most.

But before he could continue speaking, Urbank interrupted.

"It seems you have calmed down. That's good. Come on, let's find a few more good guys together. We have to quickly transport the goods to the connection point at sea."

The two hounds at his feet followed step by step, and Ubank kept giving orders.

This fast-paced exchange made Old Hansen, who was confused and frightened just now, a little confused.

"What? Boss, you don't care about the camp?"

"Camp?" Urbank stopped for a moment, then turned back to look at Old Hansen in surprise, as if he was looking at a child running amok.

"Are you stupid, Old Hansen? We're all here just to make ends meet. Who knows who? How can we save this situation? Just take care of yourself."

"The camp is gone, the manpower is gone. But we have to think about the future, right? If you are a human being, you have to eat, and you have to pay for it. Come, listen to me. Let's grab a few guys who are still sober, and take advantage of this moment. The demon hunter is far away, so hurry to the prison area to get a batch of goods to trade."

"Although we can't take away all the goods, we don't need to share it with so many people now, right? It's still a good and profitable deal. Let the buyer give us a ride away. With money, where can we not Are you having a good time?"

The words were logically clear and concise, forming a sharp contrast with the head-eater's rough and savage appearance.

Even a man like Old Hansen, who didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, regained his composure with a few words.

"It makes sense, it makes sense"

The old man murmured quietly.

"My two sons should still be alive. I'll drag them along and give me a share."

Urbank glanced at Old Hansen unexpectedly.

Okay, old guy.

Now that I am safe and need someone to make money, I remember that I still have two sons. My heart is so hard!

You deserve to live this long.

"Okay, let's all find someone, and then pull the goods to the boat at the port. Whoever pulls the goods will get the money, which is definitely fair enough. But I have a little suggestion, I have to tell you."

"You said it, I'm listening!"

The old man quickly looked at Urbank eagerly. Now Old Hansen had great trust in his leader's wisdom.

"Just those two wooden cages, do you see them?"

Urbank put his arm around Old Hansen's shoulders and pointed to the two cages in the prison area.

One was a small independent wooden cage that held Margarita, and the other was a large wooden cage that White was kicked into.

"Let's not move these two people in the cage. Did you meet that demon hunter just now? Damn, killing people is like killing chickens. How scary! I've seen it. He just did it for these two wooden animals. The people in the cage are here, neither of us should move. We are all here to make money, why risk our lives?"

"You're right! You're right! I will definitely go around them!"

Old Hansen agreed repeatedly, then turned around and entered the chaos again, looking for his two sons.

Urbank also brought his two hounds to collect the people he needed.

Because at this moment, Lan En could clearly feel that his body was being damaged by the excessive toxins in the potion.

He wanted to cause as much damage to the enemy as possible before the potion wore off.

He will definitely lie down after the effect of the medicine wears off. The best result is to temporarily lose his strength. He must use this time to create a safe environment.

So even away from the confinement area, he must hunt down the remaining armed thugs in the camp.

This facilitated Urbank's behavior.

The stocky man had three more helpers and was dragging the children in the big wooden cage onto the boat.

When he passed Margarita's small wooden cage, he even acted like a gentleman and bowed to the sorceress who was dizzy from the forced spell.

On the harbor boat, the two teams brought a total of nearly twenty children.

Old Hansen also wanted his sons to go there again and urged them to take more.

But Ubank, who was also at the port, saw the brighter and brighter fire at the edge of the camp.

That fire wasn't normal.

This is the first reaction of the head-eater.

The witcher had used his magic to set fires, but only on the beach next to the prison area, not in the camp.

And now, although he has reached the camp, he is much more efficient at killing people with a sword than with fire.

Looking at the outline of the fire, it doesn't look like a disorderly fire, but more like a queue? !

That witcher has companions!

Urbank immediately trembled. He grabbed old Hansen by his collar and took him to the boat.

"There's no time to get the goods! There are helpers on the other side! Get the money alive, or go all out to get more goods, it's your choice!"

Several armed thugs on the boat looked at each other and began to pick up the oars hesitantly.

And just at the edge of the camp, a strong and powerful voice shouted loudly.

"Damn human traffickers! Damn cannibals! In the name of Veserad, crush them!"

The sound of horse hooves shook the night sky.

The armed thug, who had been frightened by Lan En for a long time, immediately became deft in his hesitant movements.

Everyone worked hard, holding the oars against the port, rowing desperately in the water, wishing they had two more hands.

The greedy old Hansen had nothing to say. He just lowered his head on the boat and muttered "My money, my money."

The cavalry on the shore rushed directly into the camp, and the tents could not block the horses' hooves at all.

The armed thugs, who had long since lost their command, were as frivolous as the cream on a cake under the cavalry charge.

The boat drew a section of the dark sea, and the people on it looked at the shore in fear.

For even two minutes at night, they would have either been beheaded by the ghostly demon hunter or trampled to pieces by the cavalry.

Everyone has lingering fears.

But at this moment, a brown-haired kid next to Old Hansen suddenly pulled out a small stabbing sword from his waistband, stabbed Old Hansen in the arm as the waves swayed, and then rushed straight to the side of the boat, ready to Jump into the sea.

The old man screamed in surprise, but the veteran soldier's coping ability was still online.

He grabbed the brown-haired child with his bleeding hand.

"Where did this little bastard get the sword? Who searched him!"

The child was anxious, and his eyes rolled up for a moment in anxiety, and then one of the two hounds originally coiled at Ubank's feet.

As if he suddenly lost control, he rushed towards Old Hansen and bit him fiercely.

In pain, Old Hansen let go of his hand, and the child jumped into the sea with a "pop".

"My goods! Your dog! Oh my! It's my money!"

Old Hansen on the boat was crying, whether for his money or his hands.

Urbank came back to his senses at this moment. He squatted down in disbelief and looked around at his out-of-control hound.

When facing its owner, the hound's eyes were clear. Except for the blood at the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he had no idea what he had just done.

"Damn it. Did you see ghosts twice today?"

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