Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 65 65. Escape and Hell

Head Eater, Ubank.He took his two faithful hounds with him, and his little bundle on his back.

He walked out of his tent lightly.

With that tidy look, one can't help but wonder if this guy was ready early in the morning.

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

But now, no one cared about the high platform that symbolized the status of the leader.

The mob was terrified.

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

This is the so-called "bombing camp".

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

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Ubank smacked his lips, watching his camp fall into chaos with great regret.

He had no intention of stepping up to re-establish command.

That demon hunter, who was neither human nor ghost, was still killing randomly.

Still killing!

Like a fucking ghost!
Standing up to command now, I am afraid that he will either rush over if he sees it, or a sword.

Who can stop it?
Besides, for things like bombing the camp, if you expect the camp to calm down from the inside, you might as well worship God 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 people die or run away.

But what is more strange is that, as the leader of the camp, Ubank only showed extremely limited pity for the forces that he was about to be destroyed?

Not even a pity, just a "pity".

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

"Hey! Old Hansen! Stop for a while!"

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

A bearded man with white hair and a headless fly stopped.

His confused and flustered eyes regained some rationality when he saw Wu Bank.

"Boss!" Hope suddenly rose in his eyes.

There is a leader, no matter what level or character the leader is, there must be someone who takes the lead anyway.This is what the bewildered crowd desires most.

But before he could continue speaking, Ubank cut him off.

"It seems that you have calmed down, very good. Come on, let's find some more good guys together, we have to quickly deliver the goods to the receiving point at sea."

The two hounds at the foot followed step by step, and Ubank kept ordering.

This kind of fast-paced communication made old Hansen, who was still dazed and scared just now, a little dazed.

"What? Boss, leave the camp alone?"

"Camp?" Ubank paused, but looked back at Old Hansen in surprise, as if he was looking at a mischievous child.

"Are you stupid, old Hansen? We all get together to make a living, who knows who? How can this situation help? Take care of yourself."

"The camp is gone, the manpower is gone. But we have to think about it later? If you are a person, you have to eat, and you have to pay for the food. Come on, listen to me. Let's bring some guys who are still sober. The demon hunter is far away, hurry up to the prison area to get a batch of goods to trade."

"Although we can't take all the goods away, we don't have to distribute them to so many people now, right? It's still a good deal with a profit. Let the buyer take us a while away. If we have money, we can't do it anywhere. Have a good time?"

The logic of the words was clear and concise, which formed a sharp contrast with the rough and savage appearance of the head eater.

Even an illiterate person like Old Hansen regained his composure with a few words.

"It makes sense, makes sense"

The old man murmured in a low voice.

"My two sons should still be alive. I will bring them together, and you will share more with me."

Ubank looked up at Old Hansen unexpectedly.

All right, old man.

I am safe, and I need someone to make money, only to remember that I have two sons. My heart is hard enough!
You deserved to live so long.

"Okay, let's all find someone, and then pull the goods to the small boat at the port. Whoever pulls the goods will be paid. This is definitely fair. But I have a suggestion, I have to tell you."

"You said, I'm listening!"

The old man quickly looked at Ubank eagerly, and now old Hansen had great trust in the wisdom of his leader.

"Just those two wooden cages, see?"

Ubank put Old Hansen's shoulders on his shoulders and pointed him to the two cages in the prison area.

One is a separate small wooden cage that holds Margarita, and the other is a large wooden cage that White was kicked into.

"The people in these two cages, let's not move. Did you meet that witcher just now? Damn, killing people is like killing chickens, how scary! I've seen it, and he just killed it for these two wooden cages." The person in the cage came, neither of us should move. We are all here to make money, so why risk our lives?"

"You're right! You're right! I'm sure I'm going around them!"

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

Ubank also took his two hounds to search for the manpower he needed.

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

He wanted to do as much damage as possible to the enemy before the potion expired.

After the effect of the medicine wears off, he will definitely lie down, and the best result is temporary loss of strength. We must take advantage of this time to create a safe environment.

So even far from the confinement area, he must go after the remaining armed thugs in the camp.

This provides convenience for Ubank's behavior.

The stocky man, with three more helpers, was dragging the children in the big wooden cages into the boat.

When he passed Margarita's small wooden cage, he was even quite a gentleman, bowing to the sorceress who was dizzy from the forced spell.

On the small boat in the port, the two teams brought nearly twenty children in total.

Old Hansen wanted his sons to go again, urging them to bring more.

But Ubank, who was also in the port, saw the brighter and brighter flames on the edge of the camp at this time.

That fire is not normal.

This is the first reaction of the head eater.

The witcher had set fires with his magic, but that had only been on the sand at the edge of the prison block, not in the camp.

And now, even though he had reached the camp, he was much more efficient at killing people with a sword than with fire.

Looking at the outline of the flames, it doesn't look like a disorderly expansion fire, but more like a queue? !
That witcher has companions!

Ubank trembled immediately, grabbed old Hansen by the collar, and took him to the boat.

"There's no time to get the goods! There are helpers on the opposite side! The money to live, or desperately to get more goods, you choose!"

Several armed thugs on the boat crossed their eyes, and hesitantly picked up the oars.

And at the edge of the camp, at this moment, a thick and vigorous voice shouted loudly.

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

The sound of hooves pierced the night sky.

The armed thugs, who had been terrified by Lan En for a long time, immediately became quick in their hesitant movements.

Everyone tried their best to paddle their oars against the port, paddling desperately in the sea water, wishing they could grow two more hands.

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

The cavalry on the shore rushed directly into the camp, and the tents couldn't stop the horseshoes at all.

The armed thugs who had long lost their command were as frivolous as the icing on the cake under the cavalry charge.

The boat rowed for a while on the dark sea, and the people on it looked at the shore in fear.

Even for 2 minutes at night, they would probably have their heads beheaded by that ghostly witcher, or they would be trampled into meat paste by the cavalry.

Everyone was terrified.

But at this moment, a brown-haired child beside Old Hansen suddenly pulled out a small rapier sword from his trousers waistband, stabbed Old Hansen's arm suddenly amidst the swaying waves, and then rushed straight to the side of the boat, preparing to Jump into the sea.

The old man yelled in astonishment, but the coping ability of the old soldier is online after all.

He grabbed the brunette kid by his bleeding hand.

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

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

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

In pain, old Hansen let go, and the child jumped into the sea with a "plop".

"My goods! Your dog! Oh my! My money!"

Old Hansen on the boat was crying, not knowing whether it was money or hands.

But Ubank just came back to his senses at this moment, squatted down in disbelief, and looked left and right at his out-of-control hound.

When facing the master, the hound's eyes were clear, except for the blood at the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have no idea what he had just done.

"Damn. Did you see a ghost twice today?"

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