Chapter 65: 65Escape and see ghosts

Chapter 65: 65Escape and see ghosts

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.

Just walk out of your tent with light clothes.

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.

This group of thugs were frightened.

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

This is what is called "bombing the camp."

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

Tsk tsk tsk.

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

He had no intention of standing up and reestablishing command.

The ungrateful demon hunter is still killing people randomly.

Still killing indiscriminately!

Looking like a **** ghost!

If you stand up to take command now, I'm afraid he will see you and rush over to you or strike you with a sword.

Who here can block it?

Moreover, if you want to bomb the camp and 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, Ubank only showed extremely limited regret for the power that he was about to destroy?

Its not even a pity, just a pity.

It seems that what is about to collapse is not my 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 Urban.

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 him.

It seems you have calmed down, thats good. Come on, lets 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 closely, and Ubank kept giving orders.

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

The first reaction of the head-eater is this.

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

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

Looking at the outline of the fire, it doesnt look like a fire spreading randomly, but more like a queue? !

That witcher has companions!

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

Theres 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, its your choice!

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

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 long been frightened by Lan En, immediately became deft in his hesitant movements.

Everyone worked hard, holding their oars against the harbor and 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 light as butter on a cake under the cavalry charge.

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

Even for 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 shock, but the veteran soldier's ability to cope was still online.

His bleeding hand grabbed the brown-haired child.

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

The child was anxious. 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! My money!

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

On the other hand, 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 the owner, the hound's eyes were clear, except for the blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had no idea what he had just done.

Damn it. Did you see ghosts twice today?

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