Chapter 118 117. Now, run

"No, no no! I won't run away! I won't run away!"

He huddled up in a ball in the corner of the door frame, holding his head.

The handsome face that was once famous throughout Temeria now revealed deep panic and confusion.

He was just one step away from a guard whose neck was hit by fragments of broken armor!

step!

Can he have this kind of luck next time? Does he dare to gamble?

He was so frightened that he went insane.

Lan En squatted beside him and gently brushed the sawdust off his shoulders.

"Whether you should escape or not is not up to you, Lord Count. It is up to me to decide."

"This is my reward for letting me see 'Hell'."

Lan En's movements were gentle and his words were gentle, but his eyes looking down at Count Stesa were so cold.

"Lord Earl, there is a fable describing hell in my hometown. The specific content is not important. To give a brief summary, 'Hell is a group of ordinary human beings who, because of their inner selfish desires and ugliness, cannot benefit from themselves.

I would rather others not get it, so we engage in mutual torture."

As soon as they put on their equipment, they immediately organized their formation and approached the count's location upstairs.

Stesa stared at this scene blankly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

But those eyes that still maintained a hunting posture clearly told the count that this matter was not over yet.

"Run away, Stassa."

The knights uphold good battlefield qualities, with their swords and shields in front, and the group watches and supports each other.

The count was running, as if he was being chased by something, frequently looking back in panic.

Those cat eyes were as cold as a predator's.

Finally, even those eyes were immersed in shadow.

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Butler Morgan's fireball explosion awakened the entire manor's defense force in the dim night.

"Don't spare me."

"You gave a group of slaves who had a slightly better life a sense of superiority over slaves who were not so good!"

"Your basement is not very bloody and dirty, and the real method of shock is to hang a child there and bleed it. There is only one child, and there is only a basin of blood. But what really scares me?"

Stesa's bedroom and study are on the top floor.

Lan En used this tone to describe what he saw.

"Children who are obedient enough and outstanding enough in slave training, you arrange better food and clothing for them, treat them with a better attitude, be kind to them, and get everything they ask for. Let them see that they are not performing well, that is,

Children who are more rebellious tend to have a sense of superiority."

There are twenty-five in number, and each is equipped with a morning star hammer, mace, or half-hand sword, sword and shield combination according to custom.

But this calmness is by no means reassuring. On the contrary, it feels like a sharp knife has been pulled out of the waveless ice water.

"Find the forces you think can kill me, ask them for help, and let them prepare their weapons and draw their swords from their sheaths."

It shows that the upper body is hidden in it, then the legs and feet, and only the slightly bright cat eyes are shining in the darkness.

Although there are only twenty-five knights, their superior armor and physical fitness are enough to support these twenty-five knights to cause a bloody storm among hundreds of ordinary soldiers.

Having said this, Lan En seemed to be unable to restrain his admiration for this method and clapped softly.

Count Stesa just buried his head deeper into his arms.

A small knife flew to his feet with a sound of breaking through the air.

Lan En slowly retreated into the thick shadow in front of Statha.

After Stesa started to run away, the first thing he thought of was to rush here.

The relaxed tone gradually cooled down and calmed down.

Compared with the remaining fifteen wandering knights equipped with plate armor, their combat effectiveness is not at the same level.

He was like a frightened rabbit, howling at the top of his lungs and running away.

They have been encouraged by Staisa since they were young, and because of their family background, they are well-nourished, taught by famous teachers, and have excellent weapons.

"What a wonderful example of management, Your Majesty!"

"When that kid was at the beach camp in Willen, he was sallow and thin, and I could hold his arms together with one hand. But even in that physical condition, when there was a commotion at the camp, he would still open his arms.

Holding those children who are younger than him in his arms, comforting them even though he may die next moment. But now."

"Sounds pretty commonplace, doesn't it?"

Suddenly, the entire manor was filled with the shouts of organizing teams, and the sound of armor plates colliding with each other as they ran.

The guards who were resting suddenly woke up. They immediately put on their helmets and armor, and were equipped with sharp swords and war hammers.

"Now, run."

Finally, in a twenty-meter-long corridor, the earl running in panic met the heavily defended knight formation.

"I could chop a group of well-armed and skilled warriors into pieces, and they didn't even have time to sound the alarm. But standing on the floor paved with flesh and blood, my heart palpitations were far from what I saw when I saw that scene.

It’s awesome.”

"I will chase you and kill all those who want to save you."

"The child is now well-nourished and has a delicate and beautiful face. The clothes on his body are exquisite and elegant, making him look like a nobleman. I was even happy that he turned out like this, until he stood outside the cage and asked the cage

The slave children inside, who were poorly dressed and poorly fed, were laughing and spitting, as if they were teasing a pack of dogs."

".That is 'hell', Lord Count."

Lan En heard his request and let go.

This piece of armor alone is the entire income of a village for several years.

All the guards on duty invariably tensed up their nerves and moved closer to the direction of the explosion.

Like a host looking for audience interaction, Lan En asked the Earl who was huddled in the corner.

"It's not your little toys used to train your bed skills. It's you who artificially distinguish the good and bad among those children."

"It wasn't until I saw what you did in the basement of this manor that I understood what this meant, Lord Earl."

Therefore, everyone's standard equipment is full-coverage plate armor.

The armors clattered, and murderous intent suddenly arose!

The main building of the manor is a large three-story fortress.

Lan En, who was half-crouching, smiled softly, but his relaxed tone made Stassa tremble inexplicably.

"My Lord Earl, do you know what he looked like when I saw him again in your basement?"

His palms directly pinched the adult's skull, lifting him upright under his painful and panicked expression.

"The scope is the entire manor. As long as you don't escape from the scope of this manor, I will not attack you."

The most elite, most loyal, and most trusted warriors enjoy a large dormitory on the first floor.

These warriors are the direct blood descendants of those subordinates in Statha's interest group.

"I know one of the children of the 'outstanding students'. No, I should say I have met him."

Stassa, whose skull was in unbearable pain under the grip, stuttered as he spoke.

Lan En put his hand into the earl's arm.

But this kind of strict defense could not be sustained after encountering the count.

First, because of the surprise of these people, they thought that the count had been in danger, but they did not expect that the lord himself would run out at this moment.

Secondly, it is because if you want to include the running Earl into the protective circle of the battle formation, the tight battle formation will inevitably disintegrate for a while.
Chapter completed!