Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 5: 5 attacks!



Chapter 5: 5 attacks!

Chapter 5 5. Attack!

With a "click" sound, the silver sword with cold light cut off the head of the last evil ghost.

The bearded man carefully wiped the dirt on the sword with an oil cloth and put it back into the scabbard with an expressionless sound.

The monsters entrenched in this magical mist have been completely eliminated.

This task was just like Bordons own expectation, effortless, easy and cost-effective.

Seventeen ghosts, if he were to kill them head-on. Then facing the crowd of monsters surrounding them, even this Bear School armor would not be able to withstand it.

At best, it would be a minor injury.

Moreover, it costs at least thirty oren to repair the armor, and the loss of the silver sword's blade costs ten oren. If you drink magic potion and apply sword oil, it will be another expense.

As a witcher, if you want to make money, you have to calculate the costs.

But fortunately, his luck has been good recently.

Tightening the buckles of the armor that had become slightly loose due to movement, Bordon raised his unwavering eyes and looked at his "apprentice".

He is currently holding on to the worn-out Willen sword, gasping for air.

Adjust your breathing. Bordon said in a commanding tone.

Our emotions have been erased by the mutation process and we will not be afraid. However, the bodys crisis instinct will still explode. Adrenaline surges and physical strength leaks. These are normal phenomena. As long as we adjust our breathing, our bodies can quickly recover.

There was no sweat on Lan Ens lowered head at all, but there was a hint of surprise in the invisible shadow of Bordon.

This is the rare common sense teaching of this "teacher".

Normally, in order to improve the usefulness of his "apprentice", he always only works on combat courses.

It seems that I did save him a lot of money this time.

Lan En was analyzing in his mind.

Then he wiped his forehead with his palm as if wiping sweat and raised his head. It turned into that expression like an ice cube again.

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Like most people in this school of thought.

"Understood."

He responded to the instructor's teachings and made his already unruffled breathing more obvious.

Then he consciously took out his hunting dagger and started to cut off the devil's ears. These were the mission credentials.

Bordon used his knowledge to start stripping more valuable alchemical materials from the monsters.

He has never explained this kind of knowledge to Lan En, and currently, he has no intention of teaching it.

This fog was not created by fog monsters, and it has nothing to do with evil spirits. Have we completed the commission for that village?

Lan En cut off an evil ghost's long ear with a "stab" sound, and the smelly blood was splashed on the ground.

The basic intention of the village's commission was to re-pick valuable fungi, but now the cause of the magic fog has not been figured out, let alone dispelled.

The monsters are gone, but the fog itself is poisonous to ordinary people.

It has nothing to do with us. Bordon said calmly.

"The corpse of the monster is the proof for us to collect the money. There are no monsters in the fog now. After we have finished the work, we need to collect the money. Children and old men cannot be deceived."

After saying that, his eyes glanced at Lan En's sword.

"Your swordsmanship is so bad that you can't even see it. Even holding the sword is slippery. And stabbing evil ghosts in the stomach is a joke even farmers know. It doesn't affect their counterattack before they lose too much blood. In other words, you are lucky. The two took the initiative to put their heads on the tip of your sword, leaving you to face a monster weighed down by a corpse, otherwise your sword-holding hand would have been torn alive."

I will give you another sword, but you owe me ten orons.

Ten orons.

Even if half of the plating of the Bear School silver sword is worn away, the repair cost will only be ten orens!

What Lan En will get is probably just another cheap Willen sword.

Its market price is generally two to three orens.

But Lan En didn't care at all and accepted the deal calmly.

Including the cost of the mutation potion, he actually owed his mentor more than 400 orens.

In fact, this debt was the basis for Bordon to tie himself to him as a "pathfinder".

As for Lan En himself, does he agree? That's not really important.

But Lan En knew that if he continued to follow Bordon, he would not only have to face the risks of monsters and missions, but he would probably have to bear usury for the rest of his life.

Witchers live long lives, and there are few cases of physical decline with age.

Then Bordongs loan sharking is likely to weigh on Lan En for hundreds of years!

No one likes the feeling of owing money, especially Lan. The sound of flesh being cut and the sound of blood vessels bursting continued for a while.

The stench of monster blood spread far and wide.

Bordong has harvested all the valuable alchemy materials from the evil ghost, including claws, liver, heart, etc.

However, his apprentice, unusually, did not even finish cutting off his ears.

The tinkling noise was endless, irritating the witcher's keen senses.

What are you dawdling about?

The man asked without emotion, he didn't want to waste time.

The two of them have been in this fog for more than twenty minutes. Even with the witcher's resistance to poison, there is already a burning sensation in the respiratory tract.

Lan Enze, who had his back turned to him, seemed to be still busy with something.

"I'm trying to fix the sword grid in Velen. I can't live without a weapon."

This is a perfectly normal statement.

No one dares to go out empty-handed in this world, because their life is too long.

But Bordon didn't care about rationality, and his voice became colder and colder.

I said, I will give you a handful. Now, at once, get started.

The busy figure with his back turned to him paused for a moment, then lowered his head and nodded.

On the other hand, Lan En didnt repair the cross guard at all, he just made noise by beating on the guard!

Twenty-seven minutes, can only be postponed until now.

Compared to Bordon, Lan En's body has just become a witcher, and his resistance to poison is even worse. His respiratory tract, nasal cavity, and lungs are as painful as being roasted by fire.

Now, there are two bright red blood stains flowing from his nose.

But the young man's expression turned a blind eye to the pain in his body, only calm and firm.

"enough."

Standing up, Lan En wiped away the blood from under his nose, facing his mentor who was leaning against him and looking down at him.

Teacher, we can go.

Your sword. Bordon did not move, just stared into the apprentices cat eyes. "Is it fixed?"

You didnt teach me, so all my efforts were in vain.

Lan replied simply. He looked at his mentor without hesitation. His unwavering expression was exactly the same as that of Bordon.

The bearded man nodded noncommittally, turned and walked out of the fog.

Lan En followed suit.

Stepping out of the fog, the two of them took a deep breath in unison.

Witchers are very resistant to poison, but their body's desire for clean air is instinctive.

In the process of walking out, Lane maintained a position one step behind Bordong.

He was always observing his teacher.

At the first breath of fresh air, even the bear school whose emotions were most severely obliterated would simply enjoy the healthy air due to their instinctive reaction at this time.

But the second bite immediately followed.

Breathe in. Huh!?

As if sensing something from his keen sense of smell, Bordon's unwavering face suddenly frowned.

This smell is. Someone is nearby!

Lan En took a step back silently.

Followed by "whoosh"! *2

Two flying arrows hit Bordon's face!

"ha!!"

Exhaling loudly, the bearded man looked as ferocious as a monster!

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